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This is the...well, actually I don't know the number of the top of my head, but anyway, this story follows A Summer of Secrets. No new characters this time, I'm having enough trouble keeping track of the ones I've got so far.
My dear, dear readers, I do hope that the ending of A Summer of Secrets as a little better than the terrible ending of Keeper of Secrets. This story should be good, too.
I don't think I'll kill any more main characters, either. Well, not many, anyway. Can't make any promises for the seventh year story, though. **looks innocent while sharpening a knife and watching Harry**
Heheh. Okay, that's enough of my little previewness. on with the story.
You'd think by now I'd have a title. Tell ya what, you read this, and in your review, give me some suggestions!
Which means you have to review. Damn, I'm good. **is aware of how full-of-herself that statement sounded, and doesn't give a damn**
Ack. No Title Yet.
Summary: Voldemort's rising rapidly. The Daily Prophet has taken to posting a death toll on the front page. Once again, we come to Hogwarts, and witness the events of the sixth year - and the beginning of a war.
Prologue
Once more, the wizarding community trembled.
The traumatizing events of the summer had driven home the fact that Voldemort was not going to accept defeat.
Not going down without a fight.
Voldemort was not going to give up, as long as there was breath left in his body.
As he'd proved already, he was not going to give up even if there wasn't breath left in his body.
One couldn't just kill him, one had to destroy him.
Utterly.
The Ministry of Magic was scrambling, trying desperately to find a way.
Fudge had maintained so that Voldemort was gone, Voldemort was dead, Voldemort wasn't coming back.
And now he'd been proven wrong.
Twice.
Irreparable damage had been done.
And it was just early days, yet.
Chapter One: Early Days
Morag stood with Draco, waiting for the train.
The sun wasn't shining. It was a rainy, cold, miserably dreary day.
Draco's aunt Constance had come to England, and taken him off the Snapes hands, remaining in England. She'd taken a long, hard look at the situation, and said, in the circumstances, she'd like very much to be wherever Albus Dumbledore was.
"It's a bloody good idea, Morag." He said calmly.
"I don't like it." She stated.
"I know you don't. That doesn't change a thing."
"I could have said no if Daddy or Mum had come and told me." Her tone was accusatory.
"They knew that."
"Traitor."
"Not so, Morag. This is for your own good."
"Shut it, Draco."
"You'll give in."
"I know that, damn it. I could have said no to them." What went unspoken was the fact that while she could have said no to her parents, she couldn't say no to Draco.
"You'll like it there."
"I meant it when I said shut it. Shut it or I'll shut it for you." She growled.
"Yes, Morag." Draco had already mastered the 'put-upon-boyfriend/husband' tone that existed in nearly every society known to man.
During his wife's pregnancy, Severus had worried incessantly. Considering the circumstances surrounding everyone, one could hardly blame him.
In the end - if only to calm him - she'd moved from her chambers into his, and that way he could be sure she wasn't going to do anything that might give cause for worry. Morag personally didn't see why they hadn't shared chambers to begin with - after all, otherwise they couldn't argue about who snored and whose feet were colder.
So now Morag was banging on the door of her parent's chamber, to rouse them and let them know that that bloody owl was on the loose again...
It was the first weekend of the year. Severus swore and mumbled blearily about being allowed to sleep in on bloody saturday's...
"What do you want?" he glowered at the space he was pretty sure Morag was in. Half-asleep potions master. That can't be good.
"Mother's stupid cat's harrassing Mother's stupid owl in the Owlery and it's causing a bit of a fuss. Students betting on the outcome and all that." She replied promptly. (She wasn't about to add that she had five galleons on Damnation, but the wicked gleam in her eye suggested that it went without saying)
Severus swore again.
"I'll just let you get back to your rest, then." Morag grinned evilly again and scarpered.
Severus stormed into the Owlery, to find a ring of students around the warring cat and owl, cheering them on.
"What is going on in here?" he thundered at them, his temper increasing tenfold.
There was immediate silence. Gom and Damnation slunk out.
"I said, what is going on in here?" Severus repeated, lowering his voice back to normal, with a deceptively mild edge.
"Nothing, professor." One student managed to say, before whimpering and hiding behind a friend.
"Fifteen points from each of you." He snapped at them. There was muffled grumbling as the students filed out.
"Not even the first lesson and already..." the put-upon professor groaned quietly, massaging his temples and trying to remember why the hell he ever wanted to be a professor in the first place.
***
Okay, I know I'm working on almost half a dozen stories already, but this has been nagging at me for a while.
Oh, that and I love all the brilliant reviews I get from my friends about this 'saga'...(**unsubtle hinting**)
So, things to look forward to in this story:
A less-than-touching father-son reunion (guess who, come on, I know you're smart people)
A few more flashbacks - one of them Morganna and Narcissa, 16 and 17, drunk, throwing chocolate at Severus...(a very recent rp that I just had to work in someplace...heheh. -I- thought it was funny)
We find out what it is Morag doesn't want to do (once I remember, that is)
I go begging to Eleanor to ask if I can borrow Este again for some more Este and George fluff.
Ginny and Kieran have several loud, public displays of 'being really pissed off' followed by 'icky mushy bits' where they make up.
A quiet moment with the senile owl.
And the dish ran away with the--okay, ignore me.
Note: the rating is for later chapters.
This is the...well, actually I don't know the number of the top of my head, but anyway, this story follows A Summer of Secrets. No new characters this time, I'm having enough trouble keeping track of the ones I've got so far.
My dear, dear readers, I do hope that the ending of A Summer of Secrets as a little better than the terrible ending of Keeper of Secrets. This story should be good, too.
I don't think I'll kill any more main characters, either. Well, not many, anyway. Can't make any promises for the seventh year story, though. **looks innocent while sharpening a knife and watching Harry**
Heheh. Okay, that's enough of my little previewness. on with the story.
You'd think by now I'd have a title. Tell ya what, you read this, and in your review, give me some suggestions!
Which means you have to review. Damn, I'm good. **is aware of how full-of-herself that statement sounded, and doesn't give a damn**
Ack. No Title Yet.
Summary: Voldemort's rising rapidly. The Daily Prophet has taken to posting a death toll on the front page. Once again, we come to Hogwarts, and witness the events of the sixth year - and the beginning of a war.
Prologue
Once more, the wizarding community trembled.
The traumatizing events of the summer had driven home the fact that Voldemort was not going to accept defeat.
Not going down without a fight.
Voldemort was not going to give up, as long as there was breath left in his body.
As he'd proved already, he was not going to give up even if there wasn't breath left in his body.
One couldn't just kill him, one had to destroy him.
Utterly.
The Ministry of Magic was scrambling, trying desperately to find a way.
Fudge had maintained so that Voldemort was gone, Voldemort was dead, Voldemort wasn't coming back.
And now he'd been proven wrong.
Twice.
Irreparable damage had been done.
And it was just early days, yet.
Chapter One: Early Days
Morag stood with Draco, waiting for the train.
The sun wasn't shining. It was a rainy, cold, miserably dreary day.
Draco's aunt Constance had come to England, and taken him off the Snapes hands, remaining in England. She'd taken a long, hard look at the situation, and said, in the circumstances, she'd like very much to be wherever Albus Dumbledore was.
"It's a bloody good idea, Morag." He said calmly.
"I don't like it." She stated.
"I know you don't. That doesn't change a thing."
"I could have said no if Daddy or Mum had come and told me." Her tone was accusatory.
"They knew that."
"Traitor."
"Not so, Morag. This is for your own good."
"Shut it, Draco."
"You'll give in."
"I know that, damn it. I could have said no to them." What went unspoken was the fact that while she could have said no to her parents, she couldn't say no to Draco.
"You'll like it there."
"I meant it when I said shut it. Shut it or I'll shut it for you." She growled.
"Yes, Morag." Draco had already mastered the 'put-upon-boyfriend/husband' tone that existed in nearly every society known to man.
During his wife's pregnancy, Severus had worried incessantly. Considering the circumstances surrounding everyone, one could hardly blame him.
In the end - if only to calm him - she'd moved from her chambers into his, and that way he could be sure she wasn't going to do anything that might give cause for worry. Morag personally didn't see why they hadn't shared chambers to begin with - after all, otherwise they couldn't argue about who snored and whose feet were colder.
So now Morag was banging on the door of her parent's chamber, to rouse them and let them know that that bloody owl was on the loose again...
It was the first weekend of the year. Severus swore and mumbled blearily about being allowed to sleep in on bloody saturday's...
"What do you want?" he glowered at the space he was pretty sure Morag was in. Half-asleep potions master. That can't be good.
"Mother's stupid cat's harrassing Mother's stupid owl in the Owlery and it's causing a bit of a fuss. Students betting on the outcome and all that." She replied promptly. (She wasn't about to add that she had five galleons on Damnation, but the wicked gleam in her eye suggested that it went without saying)
Severus swore again.
"I'll just let you get back to your rest, then." Morag grinned evilly again and scarpered.
Severus stormed into the Owlery, to find a ring of students around the warring cat and owl, cheering them on.
"What is going on in here?" he thundered at them, his temper increasing tenfold.
There was immediate silence. Gom and Damnation slunk out.
"I said, what is going on in here?" Severus repeated, lowering his voice back to normal, with a deceptively mild edge.
"Nothing, professor." One student managed to say, before whimpering and hiding behind a friend.
"Fifteen points from each of you." He snapped at them. There was muffled grumbling as the students filed out.
"Not even the first lesson and already..." the put-upon professor groaned quietly, massaging his temples and trying to remember why the hell he ever wanted to be a professor in the first place.
***
Okay, I know I'm working on almost half a dozen stories already, but this has been nagging at me for a while.
Oh, that and I love all the brilliant reviews I get from my friends about this 'saga'...(**unsubtle hinting**)
So, things to look forward to in this story:
A less-than-touching father-son reunion (guess who, come on, I know you're smart people)
A few more flashbacks - one of them Morganna and Narcissa, 16 and 17, drunk, throwing chocolate at Severus...(a very recent rp that I just had to work in someplace...heheh. -I- thought it was funny)
We find out what it is Morag doesn't want to do (once I remember, that is)
I go begging to Eleanor to ask if I can borrow Este again for some more Este and George fluff.
Ginny and Kieran have several loud, public displays of 'being really pissed off' followed by 'icky mushy bits' where they make up.
A quiet moment with the senile owl.
And the dish ran away with the--okay, ignore me.
Note: the rating is for later chapters.