This story is of no relevance to the rest of my fic as they are from the
others. I'm just trying to test my writing skills in writing a sad story.
When I say sad I mean extremely sad and make you cant sleep for many nights
and also make you have that kinda heart wretch. The only story that makes
me feel that way is The Breeze's Ginny Potter and the Socerer's Stone. Take
a look at that fic for I always feel that it's a great pity not much
attantion was given to it. My story doesn't have a lot of chapters, less
than 10 or around that.
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Background: It's Harry's 7th year in Hogwarts. Lord Voldermort is still around causing mayhem in both the wizarding world and the muggles' world. Harry have to fulfil the prophecy, he decided that it's now or never. He is prepared to perish with Voldermort but he's going to make sure Voldermort is not going to live through the duel. The story starts on the day Harry decided it to be his last day on earth.
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Harry attended all his lessons today, if he does not want Ron or Hermione to suspect anything, he would have to act like normal and everything. Harry attended Potions with grace, he even smiled when Snape deducted 10 points from Gryffindor when he produced the correct Blood Replenishing Potion.
'Let him have the pleasure of bullying and humiliating me one the last time', Harry thought. This is the last time Snape's face is going to appear in front of him, Harry would not see any of Snape after this day although he wouldn't mind to see more of him, but he highly doubt so, the chances are so slim that Harry can't see it.
During lunch, he behaved like usual, laughing at Ron and Hermione chasing each other around the hall and calling each other nasty names. He ate more than usual that day, for he was sure he is going to miss food like Headless Nick, Harry wondered if he would have the courage to disappear totally from the surface of the planet, or would he be returning as a palely white form. If he was given a choice to hunt a location, he was very sure he would be hunting the Quidditch field, after all that was the only pleasure he had alive and he wanted to enjoy the game even when he was dead, maybe he could organise a ghost Quidditch Tournament or what, and the prospect is promising.
Harry decided to stuff himself silly that day and by the time he went to the History of Magic lesson after lunch, his stomach almost burst on him. Massaging his stomach like a pregnant lady, Harry was paying attention to Professor Binns explaining why was muggles called muggles, throughout the whole lesson. Professor Binns's lesson isn't that boring after all, it depended on the listeners' attitude and Harry was ashamed that he had lack that correct attitude.
After Professor Binns's lesson was Divination, Professor Trelawny, that overgrown dragonfly greeted the class with her mysterious voice as usual and proceeded to teach them a new lesson, Fortune Telling.
Harry and Ron partnered each other and tried interpreting each other's fortune by analysing each other's face. It was Harry's turn to interpret Ron's fortune first, he was staring at Ron's freckled face trying to read signs of his fortune but all he could concentrate on was his look, the face that he had regarded as a brother and confidant for the past 7 years. The face that gave him comfort and made his life whole, and was going to be out of his life after today and Harry knew very well that the face that was smiling at him from his opposite would be cursing and hating him after today forever. But Harry didn't mind, he rather Ron hate him than Ron dying because of him, he couldn't let Ron know his plan to confront Voldemort alone for he was sure that the stubborn git would follow him no matter what.
Harry was in his own thoughts and completely oblivious to Ron, who was giving him a funny look. Ron snapped his long thin fingers in front of Harry and his mind came back to reality.
"Hey, mate, what happened to you? You have been staring at me for the past 5 minutes, if I hadn't know better, I would have thought that you have a thing for me." Ron joked. Harry snorted and rolled his eyes,
"Yes, Ron sweetie. I've been having feeling for you ever since year1, but too bad you fancies Hermione, I don't stand a chance now. But at least allow me to fantasize you." At this, Ron made loud hushing noises to drown out Harry's words,
"You can fantasize for all you what, just shut up about Hermione". Harry finally couldn't hold his laughter and gave a lot snort which, unfortunately attracted Trelawny's attention to them.
She walked towards them without making any noise and gave a loud dry cough, which made Harry almost jump out of his skin. She settled herself at the empty seat beside Ron and proceeded to study Harry's face like reading a fairly interesting book. Harry noticed that the longer she looked at him, the bigger and rounder her magnified eyes became, until its was so big that Harry suspected that they might pop out of her eye sockets like Moody's magical eye did and suddenly, she gave a loud shriek that attracted the whole class over to see what had happened.
Harry suddenly became very conscious of the many pairs of curious eyes looking at him and kept his eye level on the ground, Professor Trelawny paled and suddenly dropped both her hands on the table with a loud thud, it did not help to the fact that everyone was muttering and whispering to each other.
"Oh boy, God bless your young soul. Your life line was reaching its end, and you would not last till tomorrow morning", she whispered in a barely audible voice. At this, there were a sudden outburst of 'oh's and 'ah's but Harry's reaction was unexpected, his face turned from red to purple to blue like traffic light and sudden he was rolling on the marble floor laughing hysterically. Ron was palely white in the face, his brown freckles stood out vividly as he looked helplessly at his bluely out of breathe best friend rolling on the floor clenching his stomach.
It was too much for Harry, to think that the miserable old bat was finally right for once after countless attempt to predict his death, it was black humour. No doubt she would gain herself more respect when the news of Harry's death leaked out the next day, 'See I told you he's not going to get through the next day', 'I always knew he would come to a terrible end', but perhaps, perhaps he would come back, like he always did, worm out of death like a cunning cat, but isn't it far too many times a cat escaped death? If he was a cat with nine lives, he was sure he had used up all the other eight lives and he was on his last.
The grim thought made Harry's laughing fit subside a bit but he was still gasping for breath. He was so tired and breathless that he could not stand up without support and he simply grab anything nearest him, which was Ron's robe, and yanked himself off the cold hard marble floor pulling Ron into a half bow in the process.
When Harry was on his feet, he brushed the invisible dust off his robes coolly and sat back onto the armchair he left a moment ago as if nothing had happened. Professor Trelawny came out of her bewilderment and force the rest of the class back to their seats with a flipping hand motion that give the impression of Mrs Weasley chasing Fred and George out of her kitchen when they were trying to nick her freshly baked cookies.
Everyone had settled down and the still pale-looking Ron settled himself back to his seat and eyed Harry suspiciously was if still doubting his sanity.
"Oh shit, look what you have done Harry James Potter!! He was suspicious, all thanks to the little show you had done", Harry kicked himself mentally while trying his best not to catch Ron's bewildered eye. Harry took a deep breath and turned to Ron giving him a big grin, which earned an eyebrow from him.
"Hey, don't you think it's very hilarious. She had been predicting my death for the past few years and not a scratch had happened to me but she simply wouldn't give up. Did you noticed her face just now, the way her face paled and that shriek, if I hadn't known better I would believe that I'm meeting my end", Harry gave a hearty laugh hoping that it was convincing enough for Ron. Ron being thick as he always was, accepted the theory very well and he even joined Harry in laughing, enjoying the joke.
"Hey mate, you did give me a shock of my life just now, I thought you had been scared out of your senses. Please kindly inform beforehand the next time you were thinking of performing such entertainment, it was highly entertaining no doubt but I really thought you were losing it", Ron chided Harry lightly still clenching his heart.
"I would Ron, if only I am given the chance to scare you again. And Harry James Potter, you can consider being an actor if you survive the combat. You had your best friend fooled like an idiot and you didn't show a hint of remorse, just pray that he would not find out the truth" Harry talked to himself mentally.
"You are losing it like Ron said, talking to yourself. Get a grip!"
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So how was it? Sad enough? Tell me, tell me pls!! Was it sad enough or was it simply rubbish? I had the whole idea of this fic in my mind, all I need now is reviews!! If the respond is good I'll be updating regularly!!
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Background: It's Harry's 7th year in Hogwarts. Lord Voldermort is still around causing mayhem in both the wizarding world and the muggles' world. Harry have to fulfil the prophecy, he decided that it's now or never. He is prepared to perish with Voldermort but he's going to make sure Voldermort is not going to live through the duel. The story starts on the day Harry decided it to be his last day on earth.
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Harry attended all his lessons today, if he does not want Ron or Hermione to suspect anything, he would have to act like normal and everything. Harry attended Potions with grace, he even smiled when Snape deducted 10 points from Gryffindor when he produced the correct Blood Replenishing Potion.
'Let him have the pleasure of bullying and humiliating me one the last time', Harry thought. This is the last time Snape's face is going to appear in front of him, Harry would not see any of Snape after this day although he wouldn't mind to see more of him, but he highly doubt so, the chances are so slim that Harry can't see it.
During lunch, he behaved like usual, laughing at Ron and Hermione chasing each other around the hall and calling each other nasty names. He ate more than usual that day, for he was sure he is going to miss food like Headless Nick, Harry wondered if he would have the courage to disappear totally from the surface of the planet, or would he be returning as a palely white form. If he was given a choice to hunt a location, he was very sure he would be hunting the Quidditch field, after all that was the only pleasure he had alive and he wanted to enjoy the game even when he was dead, maybe he could organise a ghost Quidditch Tournament or what, and the prospect is promising.
Harry decided to stuff himself silly that day and by the time he went to the History of Magic lesson after lunch, his stomach almost burst on him. Massaging his stomach like a pregnant lady, Harry was paying attention to Professor Binns explaining why was muggles called muggles, throughout the whole lesson. Professor Binns's lesson isn't that boring after all, it depended on the listeners' attitude and Harry was ashamed that he had lack that correct attitude.
After Professor Binns's lesson was Divination, Professor Trelawny, that overgrown dragonfly greeted the class with her mysterious voice as usual and proceeded to teach them a new lesson, Fortune Telling.
Harry and Ron partnered each other and tried interpreting each other's fortune by analysing each other's face. It was Harry's turn to interpret Ron's fortune first, he was staring at Ron's freckled face trying to read signs of his fortune but all he could concentrate on was his look, the face that he had regarded as a brother and confidant for the past 7 years. The face that gave him comfort and made his life whole, and was going to be out of his life after today and Harry knew very well that the face that was smiling at him from his opposite would be cursing and hating him after today forever. But Harry didn't mind, he rather Ron hate him than Ron dying because of him, he couldn't let Ron know his plan to confront Voldemort alone for he was sure that the stubborn git would follow him no matter what.
Harry was in his own thoughts and completely oblivious to Ron, who was giving him a funny look. Ron snapped his long thin fingers in front of Harry and his mind came back to reality.
"Hey, mate, what happened to you? You have been staring at me for the past 5 minutes, if I hadn't know better, I would have thought that you have a thing for me." Ron joked. Harry snorted and rolled his eyes,
"Yes, Ron sweetie. I've been having feeling for you ever since year1, but too bad you fancies Hermione, I don't stand a chance now. But at least allow me to fantasize you." At this, Ron made loud hushing noises to drown out Harry's words,
"You can fantasize for all you what, just shut up about Hermione". Harry finally couldn't hold his laughter and gave a lot snort which, unfortunately attracted Trelawny's attention to them.
She walked towards them without making any noise and gave a loud dry cough, which made Harry almost jump out of his skin. She settled herself at the empty seat beside Ron and proceeded to study Harry's face like reading a fairly interesting book. Harry noticed that the longer she looked at him, the bigger and rounder her magnified eyes became, until its was so big that Harry suspected that they might pop out of her eye sockets like Moody's magical eye did and suddenly, she gave a loud shriek that attracted the whole class over to see what had happened.
Harry suddenly became very conscious of the many pairs of curious eyes looking at him and kept his eye level on the ground, Professor Trelawny paled and suddenly dropped both her hands on the table with a loud thud, it did not help to the fact that everyone was muttering and whispering to each other.
"Oh boy, God bless your young soul. Your life line was reaching its end, and you would not last till tomorrow morning", she whispered in a barely audible voice. At this, there were a sudden outburst of 'oh's and 'ah's but Harry's reaction was unexpected, his face turned from red to purple to blue like traffic light and sudden he was rolling on the marble floor laughing hysterically. Ron was palely white in the face, his brown freckles stood out vividly as he looked helplessly at his bluely out of breathe best friend rolling on the floor clenching his stomach.
It was too much for Harry, to think that the miserable old bat was finally right for once after countless attempt to predict his death, it was black humour. No doubt she would gain herself more respect when the news of Harry's death leaked out the next day, 'See I told you he's not going to get through the next day', 'I always knew he would come to a terrible end', but perhaps, perhaps he would come back, like he always did, worm out of death like a cunning cat, but isn't it far too many times a cat escaped death? If he was a cat with nine lives, he was sure he had used up all the other eight lives and he was on his last.
The grim thought made Harry's laughing fit subside a bit but he was still gasping for breath. He was so tired and breathless that he could not stand up without support and he simply grab anything nearest him, which was Ron's robe, and yanked himself off the cold hard marble floor pulling Ron into a half bow in the process.
When Harry was on his feet, he brushed the invisible dust off his robes coolly and sat back onto the armchair he left a moment ago as if nothing had happened. Professor Trelawny came out of her bewilderment and force the rest of the class back to their seats with a flipping hand motion that give the impression of Mrs Weasley chasing Fred and George out of her kitchen when they were trying to nick her freshly baked cookies.
Everyone had settled down and the still pale-looking Ron settled himself back to his seat and eyed Harry suspiciously was if still doubting his sanity.
"Oh shit, look what you have done Harry James Potter!! He was suspicious, all thanks to the little show you had done", Harry kicked himself mentally while trying his best not to catch Ron's bewildered eye. Harry took a deep breath and turned to Ron giving him a big grin, which earned an eyebrow from him.
"Hey, don't you think it's very hilarious. She had been predicting my death for the past few years and not a scratch had happened to me but she simply wouldn't give up. Did you noticed her face just now, the way her face paled and that shriek, if I hadn't known better I would believe that I'm meeting my end", Harry gave a hearty laugh hoping that it was convincing enough for Ron. Ron being thick as he always was, accepted the theory very well and he even joined Harry in laughing, enjoying the joke.
"Hey mate, you did give me a shock of my life just now, I thought you had been scared out of your senses. Please kindly inform beforehand the next time you were thinking of performing such entertainment, it was highly entertaining no doubt but I really thought you were losing it", Ron chided Harry lightly still clenching his heart.
"I would Ron, if only I am given the chance to scare you again. And Harry James Potter, you can consider being an actor if you survive the combat. You had your best friend fooled like an idiot and you didn't show a hint of remorse, just pray that he would not find out the truth" Harry talked to himself mentally.
"You are losing it like Ron said, talking to yourself. Get a grip!"
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So how was it? Sad enough? Tell me, tell me pls!! Was it sad enough or was it simply rubbish? I had the whole idea of this fic in my mind, all I need now is reviews!! If the respond is good I'll be updating regularly!!