A/N- Reviewers- thanks a lot for reviewing my fanfic! Totally appreciated,
that it is! ( Did anybody get HP OotP? (stupid question!!) I read over 300
pages in a night and half a day. lol I'm a freak! Anyway. I FINISHED THE
BOOK! Sorry if this is a spoiler, but I have to put it in:
~ALWAYS REMEMBER~
Sirius Black
never forgotten, killed by his own blood.
Disclaimer- what, you think I own Harry Potter?!. haha. you moron! lol. Anyway, if I DID own HP, I WOULDN'T LET SIRIUS DIE!!! ;__; T__T
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bChapter 3b
Harry woke up the next morning very surprisingly early. He wanted to write a letter back to Cho before he went to bed last night, but he was very tired so he never got around to doing that after he put on his pajamas and flopped onto his bed.
Harry walked over to Ron's desk near the window and sat down in the old, maple chair that didn't match the rich, but battered, ebony desk. The desk was covered in ink spills, but you had to look ever so closely to actually see them. Harry searched among the mess of old homework assignments and letters that had not been thrown away yet for a clean piece of parchment.
"Finally," he said, grabbing a piece of paper and double-checking either side to make sure it hadn't been used before. Thankfully, it wasn't.
Harry looked for a quill and found one of his own mixed up in a bushel of papers and he found some old emerald ink that belonged to (Harry read the name taped onto the side) Percy, apparently, according to the label. He shrugged and opened it. It looked fine.
He dipped his quill in, wiped it off a bit on the sides, and thought. What to write?
He hadn't really thought of that before. What would he write? He wanted to sound impressive for Cho, but not too impressive to make it seem like he's actually trying. He didn't know where that statistic came from, (probably from Sirius) but he was near positive it would work like a charm.
i Dear Cho,
Sure, I will meet you in the compartment. If it's about what I think it's about, Ron and Hermione have already heard, so I guess they needn't come along. I guess I will see you then, so good-bye!
Best wishes,
Harry i
"It's not perfect," Harry muttered to himself, "but it will have to do." He ushered Hedwig, his beautiful pure white owl, over to him so he could tie the letter around her ankle. "Take this to Cho Chang, Hedwig. When you come back I'll have a treat for you."
Hedwig gave a soft hoot and Harry smiled as he watched her fly away into the early morning sun.
Somebody walked in the door a few moments later. The door creaked open and Harry quickly turned around.
"Oh, Hermione," Harry said, relieved. "It's just you."
"Good morning, Harry." She said, shocked. She didn't know Harry would be up this early in the morning, so she asked.
"I was, um, writing a letter." Harry replied. "What are you doing in here?" he asked suspiciously.
"I- er- well." Hermione said, her face tinging darker and darker.
"It's okay. Something tells me I don't want to know." He chuckled at Hermione, whose face had gone, finally, a dark pink.
At that point, Ron woke up and looked at the scene before him. After a while, he said, "Hello, Hermione." very groggily, not paying attention.
"Anyway." Harry said. "What have you got there, Hermione?"
"Oh!" Hermione said, almost forgetting the letter at her side. "It's from somebody. It's addressed to you, and it somehow got to me, so I thought I'd give it to its rightful owner. Here." She handed it over to him.
"Thanks," he said, taking it and looking over the front. No return address.
He opened it and took the letter from inside, glancing at the names at the bottom. "It's from Snuffles and Remus!" he said. He looked back up at the top. It said, 'DO NOT READ THIS ALOUD!'
"I'm not allowed to read it out loud, though. You can both read this though, when I'm done."
DO NOT READ THIS ALOUD!
Harry,
Okay we can't really tell you too much in here, as our owls could possibly be tracked. So this is what we have to say.
There's a lot going on over here. And over here is not at Moony's place, but at a place I don't really like to call my own, even though, logically, it really is. Unfortunately. I can't tell you on here, but when I- we (Moony is so specific! Bloody git.) see you next, we'll explain everything Dumbledore will allow us to do so. As you know, of course, ickle V is back. (Ickle V. If you don't get it. well never mind. And of course, he's stronger than ever. Chill your beans (I heard that on a Muggle television show. It was quite funny) and make sure you avoid anybody whose parents are or know D.E. because they may become them also. Don't worry about it, though. Stay on the lookout, but keep your nose clean and stay out of trouble- it will do us all some good.
Okay, Moony wants to tell you something.
Harry, I do hope you're doing well. As it's now your fifth year at Hogwarts, or will be, I think it's about time we explain everything to you. Don't worry, Dumbledore will fill in everything we don't. But as Padfoot said, stay out of trouble. in fact, don't stay in too many things. This year will be a great mess, trust me, and you will have to endure some things that nobody should, but I'm asking you to stay calm and not get into anything serious this year. As I said, a lot of things will be happening and I don't want you in the middle of it.
That would be all for me.
Glad that's over with. Hah, as you can most blantly tell by my beautifully crisp and clean handwriting compared to Moony's scratchy one (very funny, Padfoot- Moony), it's me, the one and only Padfoot! Anyway, I hope those Muggles, or whomever you're staying with, are treating you right. If not, they'll have to answer to me, and I will have to rip their
Perhaps I should take the quill and finish this letter. Stay out of trouble. Got it? Oh, and one more thing. I know you're used to calling me Professor Lupin, but (of course) as I am not your professor anymore, you can call me Moony. Or Remus. Whichever will suit you better
internal organs and slash their
PADFOOT! I apologize for him. Great, now he's gotten himself ranting on. I guess that's all for now. I have to go cure Padfoot. My best to Ron and Hermione. Padfoot says so also. And as we said at the top-Don't read this aloud! Also, destroy it once you're done.
Padfoot & Moony
Harry passed it to Ron, and Hermione read over his shoulder. " It all sounds quite logical to me. Wonder what's going on, though?"
Harry shrugged and thought about it. Ron and Hermione did the same, until Harry said, "I need some shut-eye, so."
"Oh, we'll leave." Ron and Hermione said in unison. "We'll come back 'round noon, or whenever." They walked out of the room and Ron shut the door quietly behind him.
Harry turned around and looked back out the window for a second. Then, deciding that he really did need to catch up on his sleep, he turned to go to bed. As he stood and took a step, an icy yet familiar feeling, as if a ghost passed through him, swept over his body. He took another two steps and turned around, looking for the source.
Sitting on the chair where he had been just moments before, he saw him again. The image of what he had seen in Diagon Alley, or what he thought he had just imagined.
"Hello." It said. It was a ghost, apparently, and it was a he. Dark locks covered the top of his ghostly pale face. He was wearing clothes that seemed a thousand years aged- a sort of ruffle around his collar and a dark panted suit. Harry didn't see any other way to explain it. But the ghost wore glasses, more square-shaped than Harry's own round ones, but they were black. His hair was most like Harry's, as it stood up in many directions.
"H-hello," Harry replied, staring at him as if he were a mirror. "Who are you?"
(A/N: I will not be using the old English language, as I am not accustomed to it. I'll use English as stated today for this ghost. K?)
"You do not recognize me, Harry Potter? You are in my house, you have used my sword in hardship and battle, and yet you still do not recognize me?"
Harry couldn't find the right words. He stuttered, finally, as he said, eyes wide, "Godric G-G-Gryffindor?"
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Well, what did you think? If you enjoyed it, please notice that itty-bitty button down there that says "Go!" . well after you select "Submit Review" you press that, and then you tell me what you think. ( I'm sorry, there won't be much HP/CC YET, but I assure you, there will be! It may even get fluffy, lol, even though I'm no good with that kinda stuff (I don't think.IDK only tried once. Whitney Lin said it was good).
Please Review! I'll try to post this ASAP! (if it will work.. Whitney Lin, my sister, posted the last one for me. It wouldn't work one bit beforehand. ::grr:: Umm. thnx for reading!
~ALWAYS REMEMBER~
Sirius Black
never forgotten, killed by his own blood.
Disclaimer- what, you think I own Harry Potter?!. haha. you moron! lol. Anyway, if I DID own HP, I WOULDN'T LET SIRIUS DIE!!! ;__; T__T
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bChapter 3b
Harry woke up the next morning very surprisingly early. He wanted to write a letter back to Cho before he went to bed last night, but he was very tired so he never got around to doing that after he put on his pajamas and flopped onto his bed.
Harry walked over to Ron's desk near the window and sat down in the old, maple chair that didn't match the rich, but battered, ebony desk. The desk was covered in ink spills, but you had to look ever so closely to actually see them. Harry searched among the mess of old homework assignments and letters that had not been thrown away yet for a clean piece of parchment.
"Finally," he said, grabbing a piece of paper and double-checking either side to make sure it hadn't been used before. Thankfully, it wasn't.
Harry looked for a quill and found one of his own mixed up in a bushel of papers and he found some old emerald ink that belonged to (Harry read the name taped onto the side) Percy, apparently, according to the label. He shrugged and opened it. It looked fine.
He dipped his quill in, wiped it off a bit on the sides, and thought. What to write?
He hadn't really thought of that before. What would he write? He wanted to sound impressive for Cho, but not too impressive to make it seem like he's actually trying. He didn't know where that statistic came from, (probably from Sirius) but he was near positive it would work like a charm.
i Dear Cho,
Sure, I will meet you in the compartment. If it's about what I think it's about, Ron and Hermione have already heard, so I guess they needn't come along. I guess I will see you then, so good-bye!
Best wishes,
Harry i
"It's not perfect," Harry muttered to himself, "but it will have to do." He ushered Hedwig, his beautiful pure white owl, over to him so he could tie the letter around her ankle. "Take this to Cho Chang, Hedwig. When you come back I'll have a treat for you."
Hedwig gave a soft hoot and Harry smiled as he watched her fly away into the early morning sun.
Somebody walked in the door a few moments later. The door creaked open and Harry quickly turned around.
"Oh, Hermione," Harry said, relieved. "It's just you."
"Good morning, Harry." She said, shocked. She didn't know Harry would be up this early in the morning, so she asked.
"I was, um, writing a letter." Harry replied. "What are you doing in here?" he asked suspiciously.
"I- er- well." Hermione said, her face tinging darker and darker.
"It's okay. Something tells me I don't want to know." He chuckled at Hermione, whose face had gone, finally, a dark pink.
At that point, Ron woke up and looked at the scene before him. After a while, he said, "Hello, Hermione." very groggily, not paying attention.
"Anyway." Harry said. "What have you got there, Hermione?"
"Oh!" Hermione said, almost forgetting the letter at her side. "It's from somebody. It's addressed to you, and it somehow got to me, so I thought I'd give it to its rightful owner. Here." She handed it over to him.
"Thanks," he said, taking it and looking over the front. No return address.
He opened it and took the letter from inside, glancing at the names at the bottom. "It's from Snuffles and Remus!" he said. He looked back up at the top. It said, 'DO NOT READ THIS ALOUD!'
"I'm not allowed to read it out loud, though. You can both read this though, when I'm done."
DO NOT READ THIS ALOUD!
Harry,
Okay we can't really tell you too much in here, as our owls could possibly be tracked. So this is what we have to say.
There's a lot going on over here. And over here is not at Moony's place, but at a place I don't really like to call my own, even though, logically, it really is. Unfortunately. I can't tell you on here, but when I- we (Moony is so specific! Bloody git.) see you next, we'll explain everything Dumbledore will allow us to do so. As you know, of course, ickle V is back. (Ickle V. If you don't get it. well never mind. And of course, he's stronger than ever. Chill your beans (I heard that on a Muggle television show. It was quite funny) and make sure you avoid anybody whose parents are or know D.E. because they may become them also. Don't worry about it, though. Stay on the lookout, but keep your nose clean and stay out of trouble- it will do us all some good.
Okay, Moony wants to tell you something.
Harry, I do hope you're doing well. As it's now your fifth year at Hogwarts, or will be, I think it's about time we explain everything to you. Don't worry, Dumbledore will fill in everything we don't. But as Padfoot said, stay out of trouble. in fact, don't stay in too many things. This year will be a great mess, trust me, and you will have to endure some things that nobody should, but I'm asking you to stay calm and not get into anything serious this year. As I said, a lot of things will be happening and I don't want you in the middle of it.
That would be all for me.
Glad that's over with. Hah, as you can most blantly tell by my beautifully crisp and clean handwriting compared to Moony's scratchy one (very funny, Padfoot- Moony), it's me, the one and only Padfoot! Anyway, I hope those Muggles, or whomever you're staying with, are treating you right. If not, they'll have to answer to me, and I will have to rip their
Perhaps I should take the quill and finish this letter. Stay out of trouble. Got it? Oh, and one more thing. I know you're used to calling me Professor Lupin, but (of course) as I am not your professor anymore, you can call me Moony. Or Remus. Whichever will suit you better
internal organs and slash their
PADFOOT! I apologize for him. Great, now he's gotten himself ranting on. I guess that's all for now. I have to go cure Padfoot. My best to Ron and Hermione. Padfoot says so also. And as we said at the top-Don't read this aloud! Also, destroy it once you're done.
Padfoot & Moony
Harry passed it to Ron, and Hermione read over his shoulder. " It all sounds quite logical to me. Wonder what's going on, though?"
Harry shrugged and thought about it. Ron and Hermione did the same, until Harry said, "I need some shut-eye, so."
"Oh, we'll leave." Ron and Hermione said in unison. "We'll come back 'round noon, or whenever." They walked out of the room and Ron shut the door quietly behind him.
Harry turned around and looked back out the window for a second. Then, deciding that he really did need to catch up on his sleep, he turned to go to bed. As he stood and took a step, an icy yet familiar feeling, as if a ghost passed through him, swept over his body. He took another two steps and turned around, looking for the source.
Sitting on the chair where he had been just moments before, he saw him again. The image of what he had seen in Diagon Alley, or what he thought he had just imagined.
"Hello." It said. It was a ghost, apparently, and it was a he. Dark locks covered the top of his ghostly pale face. He was wearing clothes that seemed a thousand years aged- a sort of ruffle around his collar and a dark panted suit. Harry didn't see any other way to explain it. But the ghost wore glasses, more square-shaped than Harry's own round ones, but they were black. His hair was most like Harry's, as it stood up in many directions.
"H-hello," Harry replied, staring at him as if he were a mirror. "Who are you?"
(A/N: I will not be using the old English language, as I am not accustomed to it. I'll use English as stated today for this ghost. K?)
"You do not recognize me, Harry Potter? You are in my house, you have used my sword in hardship and battle, and yet you still do not recognize me?"
Harry couldn't find the right words. He stuttered, finally, as he said, eyes wide, "Godric G-G-Gryffindor?"
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Well, what did you think? If you enjoyed it, please notice that itty-bitty button down there that says "Go!" . well after you select "Submit Review" you press that, and then you tell me what you think. ( I'm sorry, there won't be much HP/CC YET, but I assure you, there will be! It may even get fluffy, lol, even though I'm no good with that kinda stuff (I don't think.IDK only tried once. Whitney Lin said it was good).
Please Review! I'll try to post this ASAP! (if it will work.. Whitney Lin, my sister, posted the last one for me. It wouldn't work one bit beforehand. ::grr:: Umm. thnx for reading!