Harry Potter Story for FanFiction
Chapter 1
No Fear
She sat on the cold stone steps crying hysterically, heart pounding, hands shaking, hoping that what she just witnessed was a dream. *Did it really happen? It can't be! He can't die! He just can't be dead,* she thought. But the thing was it wasn't a dream, it was as real as anything, but more heartrending.
(1 week earlier)
"But Harry!" "No, Ron! I said no," Harry protested to Ron as he paced up and down the Common Room. They had been fighting all day and it led into the night. Ron was trying to make Harry do something that they both shouldn't. Usually this went the other way around, but for some reason it was Ron who was intrigued and not Harry. "Dumbledore ALWAYS warned you about things before, why now? Why now do you listen?" They had been fighting about a room that they found about a week back. It was a dark room with just a torn, dusty old book and blood red pen. Dumbledore, as usual, caught them and warned them to never look in the strange book. "Because this time I have a feeling that looking in that book might do something to us," Harry said in a confused voice. "Do something? Do something! What harm ever came from reading a book?" "Haven't you ever seen The Mummy?" Harry said half jokingly. "Never mind," Harry said after he remembered that the wizarding world doesn't really watch TV. "We obviously found this book for a reason," said Ron as he recalled when they stumbled upon it.
It was stormy night, the heavy raindrops pounding on the windows and
the thunder making them jump with each step. Harry and Ron were
running up the hall from the Library. They were trying to sneak a book
that they needed for Transfiguration. All was well until they heard
Mrs. Norris coming into the Restricted Section, in which they were.
They ran swiftly, yet silently, until they were completely out of the
Library. They were in the hall running, running, not looking back in
fear of seeing Filch. "In here," called Ron as he ran into a dark,
shabby room. "What floor are we on?" Harry asked. "I have no clue. I
don't know how far we were running. Nor do I know what room we're in."
They looked around hoping to find a clue, until something caught their
eye. There in the middle of the room was a peck of light shining on a
bulk of something covered in cobwebs. Ron walked to it as Harry just
stood by the door, as if someone was going to come in. "Wow! Look at
this, Harry," Ron whispered. "No I'd think I'd prefer to stay here."
Ron rolled his eyes at Harry's stupidity and stared at a book torn
down the middle with great interest. Something glinting in the corner
of his eye made his head turn with a start. It was bloodstained pen
that looked as if it would be gold if cleansed. Just as he was about
to pick it up he heard, "You both should really be in bed."
"Dumbledore," Ron whispered under his breath, as he turned around
acting as though he was doing nothing wrong. "Sorry sir, we were
just.." "Yes I know," he said, "now go to bed and I never want to see
you in here again, is that quite clear?" Harry and Ron mumbled a "yes,
sir" and walked out, racing to their rooms.*
"There's possibility we just shouldn't have been there," Harry said as he pulled Ron back to reality. They left it at that for the night and went to bed from being so tired of fighting about going pry around it.
They slept quite sound, but the dawn's light awoke them so suddenly that they jumped up and fell out of bed. Harry looked at Ron with a crude expression, he was obviously still a little mad. They both got dressed and went down to breakfast. "Harry! Ron!" Hermione called as she saw them come in. "Good morning, boys," she said as she gave them both a peck on the cheek. "Whoa! Are you on a sugar rush?" Ron inquired hoping that she didn't kiss him purposefully. "No, silly, today is a wonderful day!" "And why is that?" Ginny questioned as she walked up from behind them. "Oh, because today is when our parents are coming. Remember?" Harry and Ron had forgotten about that. Dumbledore declared a day to the parents to come down to see the living style of their children, seeing as how he was getting complaints of the parents not knowing what was going on in their child's school life. "Well, I guess it slipped my mind because my parents aren't coming," Ginny alleged a little depressed, "They went see my Uncle Spruce for the week, he lives in Australia." "Well you know as well as anyone that my aunt and uncle wouldn't come," Harry said not too enthusiastically. "Well, I get to spend the day with my parents." Hermione came off as bragging, but Harry and Ron knew what she meant.
After breakfast, the parents came flooding in. Although Ron and Harry knew their parents weren't coming they at least stayed with Hermione while waiting.
As they sat outside on the steps a little after the rush of old women and men stammering in the front doors, they waited for the Hermione's mom and dad. They were talking and laughing trying to make Hermione not get too down if her parents didn't show up. Suddenly, Harry heard his name called. He looked up to find Dumbledore standing with Sirius at his side. Harry jumped up and ran at him with his arms open. Sirius and Harry had to go to Hagrid's hut to spend the day so no one knew he was there. A couple minutes' later Hermione's parents showed up. When Hermione seen her parents she ran awkwardly toward them. Ron sat there alone, thinking, waiting by his lonesome. Out of the blue his head popped up from his propped arm, "The book!"
The next minute he was running up and down the corridors trying to dodge parents and people he knew so he wouldn't have to stop and get introduced. He abruptly turned a corner and ran smack dab into his hated enemy. "Weasley, fancy seeing you here," the sly drone of Draco Malfoy lurked in the stilled air. "Oh, Malfoy, lovely to see you to, goodbye." "So were are YOUR parents, Weasley? Couldn't scrape up enough money to come see their baby?" "Draco! Come here!" Mr. Lucius called out, "I don't want you mingling with.. those people." Malfoy looked back at Ron and gave a malicious smirk, then ran to his father's side. "I really hate him," Ron muttered to himself then continued on his way.
He didn't really know where he was going; he was just running hoping to stumble on the door like he did that night. Thoughts were racing through his head, *What could be in that book that made Dumbledore so perturbed when he seen us there? Where is it? Will I ever find the room again? Was it all a dream?* and many more confusing thoughts. He began to take on a heavy sweat and thought to just run into any room to avoid people and questions. His side began to cramp and he decided that he really needed to rest. He slowed down and looked around. He saw three doors down a corridor that didn't look familiar. He wanted a room that was cold so he could cool off. He felt every door and the last one was the coldest handle. He stepped in and sat on the floor, closed his eyes, and took a nap.
He didn't know exactly how long he was sleeping or if anyone would be wondering where he was. He opened his eyes and looked at the vast room. There was no light so he took out his wand, "Lumiso Lamb," he whispered into the solemn, disgruntled space. He then noticed something familiar in the room. There in the middle of the estate was a book that was torn down the middle. "The BOOK!" he screamed. "Yes!" he wiped off the cobwebs and read the cover, "What the.." It was a different language that he couldn't understand, nevertheless, has never seen. He sat there pondering it for what seemed like hours. He didn't really realize what time or how dark it could have been outside, but he was just transfixed with the writings on the book. "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing," he said in a hazy, unfamiliar voice. He shook his head, "What?" He didn't really understand what was going on, nor did he want to. All he wanted to do was open the book and read, but something was stopping his hand. A little while longer of still staring at the dismantled object he said the words again, "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing." He rubbed his eyes as the book started to shake, the words became outlined in gold. The room was somehow getting smaller and darker. Ron began to sweat, his heart floated up to his throat, his hands raised without will power and were placed just above the book barely touching, he reached to open it and heard whispers in the corners. He collapsed to the ground and started shaking furiously, he then forced his hands to cover his eyes and shake his head. "Help," he whispered and when the words left his lips all went back to normal. His shaking stopped, the room got to its normal state, and cold wet shivers went down his spine.
Ron felt woozy as he walked slowly to the Gryffindor Common Room. Five more steps to go, four, three, SLAP! Ron fell flat on his face, cold with emotions rushing through his body. He lay there not knowing the hour, where he was, or even who he was, all he knew was that he was cold, scared and alone.
Chapter 1
No Fear
She sat on the cold stone steps crying hysterically, heart pounding, hands shaking, hoping that what she just witnessed was a dream. *Did it really happen? It can't be! He can't die! He just can't be dead,* she thought. But the thing was it wasn't a dream, it was as real as anything, but more heartrending.
(1 week earlier)
"But Harry!" "No, Ron! I said no," Harry protested to Ron as he paced up and down the Common Room. They had been fighting all day and it led into the night. Ron was trying to make Harry do something that they both shouldn't. Usually this went the other way around, but for some reason it was Ron who was intrigued and not Harry. "Dumbledore ALWAYS warned you about things before, why now? Why now do you listen?" They had been fighting about a room that they found about a week back. It was a dark room with just a torn, dusty old book and blood red pen. Dumbledore, as usual, caught them and warned them to never look in the strange book. "Because this time I have a feeling that looking in that book might do something to us," Harry said in a confused voice. "Do something? Do something! What harm ever came from reading a book?" "Haven't you ever seen The Mummy?" Harry said half jokingly. "Never mind," Harry said after he remembered that the wizarding world doesn't really watch TV. "We obviously found this book for a reason," said Ron as he recalled when they stumbled upon it.
It was stormy night, the heavy raindrops pounding on the windows and
the thunder making them jump with each step. Harry and Ron were
running up the hall from the Library. They were trying to sneak a book
that they needed for Transfiguration. All was well until they heard
Mrs. Norris coming into the Restricted Section, in which they were.
They ran swiftly, yet silently, until they were completely out of the
Library. They were in the hall running, running, not looking back in
fear of seeing Filch. "In here," called Ron as he ran into a dark,
shabby room. "What floor are we on?" Harry asked. "I have no clue. I
don't know how far we were running. Nor do I know what room we're in."
They looked around hoping to find a clue, until something caught their
eye. There in the middle of the room was a peck of light shining on a
bulk of something covered in cobwebs. Ron walked to it as Harry just
stood by the door, as if someone was going to come in. "Wow! Look at
this, Harry," Ron whispered. "No I'd think I'd prefer to stay here."
Ron rolled his eyes at Harry's stupidity and stared at a book torn
down the middle with great interest. Something glinting in the corner
of his eye made his head turn with a start. It was bloodstained pen
that looked as if it would be gold if cleansed. Just as he was about
to pick it up he heard, "You both should really be in bed."
"Dumbledore," Ron whispered under his breath, as he turned around
acting as though he was doing nothing wrong. "Sorry sir, we were
just.." "Yes I know," he said, "now go to bed and I never want to see
you in here again, is that quite clear?" Harry and Ron mumbled a "yes,
sir" and walked out, racing to their rooms.*
"There's possibility we just shouldn't have been there," Harry said as he pulled Ron back to reality. They left it at that for the night and went to bed from being so tired of fighting about going pry around it.
They slept quite sound, but the dawn's light awoke them so suddenly that they jumped up and fell out of bed. Harry looked at Ron with a crude expression, he was obviously still a little mad. They both got dressed and went down to breakfast. "Harry! Ron!" Hermione called as she saw them come in. "Good morning, boys," she said as she gave them both a peck on the cheek. "Whoa! Are you on a sugar rush?" Ron inquired hoping that she didn't kiss him purposefully. "No, silly, today is a wonderful day!" "And why is that?" Ginny questioned as she walked up from behind them. "Oh, because today is when our parents are coming. Remember?" Harry and Ron had forgotten about that. Dumbledore declared a day to the parents to come down to see the living style of their children, seeing as how he was getting complaints of the parents not knowing what was going on in their child's school life. "Well, I guess it slipped my mind because my parents aren't coming," Ginny alleged a little depressed, "They went see my Uncle Spruce for the week, he lives in Australia." "Well you know as well as anyone that my aunt and uncle wouldn't come," Harry said not too enthusiastically. "Well, I get to spend the day with my parents." Hermione came off as bragging, but Harry and Ron knew what she meant.
After breakfast, the parents came flooding in. Although Ron and Harry knew their parents weren't coming they at least stayed with Hermione while waiting.
As they sat outside on the steps a little after the rush of old women and men stammering in the front doors, they waited for the Hermione's mom and dad. They were talking and laughing trying to make Hermione not get too down if her parents didn't show up. Suddenly, Harry heard his name called. He looked up to find Dumbledore standing with Sirius at his side. Harry jumped up and ran at him with his arms open. Sirius and Harry had to go to Hagrid's hut to spend the day so no one knew he was there. A couple minutes' later Hermione's parents showed up. When Hermione seen her parents she ran awkwardly toward them. Ron sat there alone, thinking, waiting by his lonesome. Out of the blue his head popped up from his propped arm, "The book!"
The next minute he was running up and down the corridors trying to dodge parents and people he knew so he wouldn't have to stop and get introduced. He abruptly turned a corner and ran smack dab into his hated enemy. "Weasley, fancy seeing you here," the sly drone of Draco Malfoy lurked in the stilled air. "Oh, Malfoy, lovely to see you to, goodbye." "So were are YOUR parents, Weasley? Couldn't scrape up enough money to come see their baby?" "Draco! Come here!" Mr. Lucius called out, "I don't want you mingling with.. those people." Malfoy looked back at Ron and gave a malicious smirk, then ran to his father's side. "I really hate him," Ron muttered to himself then continued on his way.
He didn't really know where he was going; he was just running hoping to stumble on the door like he did that night. Thoughts were racing through his head, *What could be in that book that made Dumbledore so perturbed when he seen us there? Where is it? Will I ever find the room again? Was it all a dream?* and many more confusing thoughts. He began to take on a heavy sweat and thought to just run into any room to avoid people and questions. His side began to cramp and he decided that he really needed to rest. He slowed down and looked around. He saw three doors down a corridor that didn't look familiar. He wanted a room that was cold so he could cool off. He felt every door and the last one was the coldest handle. He stepped in and sat on the floor, closed his eyes, and took a nap.
He didn't know exactly how long he was sleeping or if anyone would be wondering where he was. He opened his eyes and looked at the vast room. There was no light so he took out his wand, "Lumiso Lamb," he whispered into the solemn, disgruntled space. He then noticed something familiar in the room. There in the middle of the estate was a book that was torn down the middle. "The BOOK!" he screamed. "Yes!" he wiped off the cobwebs and read the cover, "What the.." It was a different language that he couldn't understand, nevertheless, has never seen. He sat there pondering it for what seemed like hours. He didn't really realize what time or how dark it could have been outside, but he was just transfixed with the writings on the book. "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing," he said in a hazy, unfamiliar voice. He shook his head, "What?" He didn't really understand what was going on, nor did he want to. All he wanted to do was open the book and read, but something was stopping his hand. A little while longer of still staring at the dismantled object he said the words again, "Dead to the World, Alive Without Knowing." He rubbed his eyes as the book started to shake, the words became outlined in gold. The room was somehow getting smaller and darker. Ron began to sweat, his heart floated up to his throat, his hands raised without will power and were placed just above the book barely touching, he reached to open it and heard whispers in the corners. He collapsed to the ground and started shaking furiously, he then forced his hands to cover his eyes and shake his head. "Help," he whispered and when the words left his lips all went back to normal. His shaking stopped, the room got to its normal state, and cold wet shivers went down his spine.
Ron felt woozy as he walked slowly to the Gryffindor Common Room. Five more steps to go, four, three, SLAP! Ron fell flat on his face, cold with emotions rushing through his body. He lay there not knowing the hour, where he was, or even who he was, all he knew was that he was cold, scared and alone.