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"Thanks, Mr Granger. I have four spells that can destroy any undead. I'm afraid that the only spell most people can use is the Holy Bolt. The other two needs massive magical force which I believe that only me and Dumbledore are capable of performing while the other spell, the person needs to have powers over the Earth Elements," said Harry. "The two spells that need massive magical powers are-The Fist OF Heavens and the Knights of Zakarum. The Air Elemental spell is known as the Destroy Undead."
"Harry, this week you will be excused from all your lessons to help me teach all how to perform the Holy Bolt and to find as many Air Elements."
"Excuse me, Albus but I have to summon all the members of the Order of Phoenix, now," said Harry.
"Why yes."
Looking at the list, Harry saw these name-Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Professor Sprout, Alastor Moody, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Professor Flitwick, Rubeus Hagrid, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher, Billy Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Professor Sinistra, Amos Diggory and Albus Dumbledore. Looking back at Dumbledore, he asked, "Why is there so few members?" and he immediately regretted. Dumbledore's look changed into the very same one that Harry had seen last year after the Tri-wizard cup when he blasted Barty Crouch Jr. "Most are dead, like your father and mother, some like the Longbottoms have lost their mind," Dumbledore with a sense of regret.
With a snap of his fingers, all those whose name had been on the list suddenly appeared in the Grand Hall of Light. Looking around, the summoned people looked around dazed. Some muttered, "Where am I?" "In the Grand Hall of Light," said Dumbledore, smiling once again. "Can the Weasleys and the Grangers come with me?" said Harry. "I believe that I have to take you to your living quarters."
Leading the few people who had followed him, Harry took them the Northern Tower. "This is where you and all the families and members of the Order of Phoenix will be staying. The room where you will be staying will look exactly the same as your previous living quarters. You will find every thing you need. Don't worry, it will never run out of stock."
Leaving them to settle down, Harry returned to the Grand Hall of Light where he found Dumbledore was trying to answer many of the questions that he did not know of the answer. "Silence!" said Dumbledore when the questions had became too much for him to answer. "I believe that the only one who can answer your questions is Harry Potter. I'm afraid that I know as little as you people."
"Speak of the Devil, there is Harry," whispered James in one of the shadows casted by the pillar in the Hall, earning an elbow in his chest, courtesy of Lily.
Not speaking at all, Harry moved across the room with such great confidence found only in the most experienced wizards. Moving over to Dumbledore, Harry said, "The Sword, please." Handing the sword to Harry, Dumbledore motioned the members of the Order of Phoenix to gather around Harry. "When I read out your name, come fro and hold this sword and repeat what I say. Sirius Black!" Sirius moved toward Harry and was about to speak when Harry thrust the sword into his hands. Not knowing the properties of the sword, Sirius look at Harry, dazed, wondering what his godson had in his mind. But in a second, he would find out. "What is your full name?"
"Sirius Jenison Black," some how, Sirius was unable to control himself. 'Strange, this doesn't feel like the Impervious Curse. But why can't I control myself?'
(A/N: Please take note that the Sword of Truth does not act like the Impervious Curse. It just makes a person reveal his deepest and darkest secret, some thing like the Truth Potion.)
"Are you a spy of Tom Marvolo Riddle also known as Lord Voldemort?"
"No."
"Follow what I said, Sirius. I, Sirius Jenison Black, here by swear by this sword that I will forever stay by the Light side. Nothing of the Darkness will sway or threaten or deceive or persuade or force me into the recession of the Dark Side. I shall not betray any members of the Order of Phoenix."
Sirius followed Harry's words and a suddenly glow surrounded him and disappeared as suddenly it appeared. "What was that?" asked Sirius, surprised.
"All will be answered when the swearing-in ceremony is over," answered Harry. The rest of the members swore their loyalty to the Order of Phoenix in the presence of the Sword of Truth.
"Very well, since all those presented have swore in by the Sword of Truth, I believe that all here know the consequence for breaking a magical contact," said Harry. Pausing to take breath, he continued, "I also request that Mr. and Mrs. Potter show themselves."
"What do you mean, Potter," snapped the Potion master, still very angry about how Harry had humiliated him at the Great Hall on the first day of school. "James and Lily Potter are killed by You-Know-Who."
Arcing one of his eye brows, Harry said, "Please Severus Snape, in this place, call Lord Voldemort..." Everyone in the hall flinched but for the exception of the Ex-Marauders Harry and Dumbledore. "Tom Marvolo Riddle. His real name, a name given to him by his mother."
"Besides, they are being honored here, in the Alter of Honour."
The ghost of James and Lily Potter glided out from behind the pillar where they were at when Harry summoned the members of the Order Of the Phoenix. A stunned silence swept through the room as the appearance of Harry's parents surprised them.
"James? Lily?" Sirius and Remus were in a daze at the appearance of James and Lily Potter.
"Of course not, Flea-Face! We are just a fragment of your imagination," answered James. "Nah! Of course we are here, but as ghost."
"Then can you prove my innocence?"
"I'm afraid that this is impossible Sirius. We are only allowed to be in our ghost form only in here," said Merlin. "I believe that I haven't introduce myself. I'm Merlin."
"Beside, Harry have caught Peter yesterday, but the Minster refused to believe me," said Dumbledore. "I don't know if there is any other way to prove your innocence."
"But there is way!" grinned Harry. "All we need is a help from the press."
The rest of the meeting went on as they talked about how they have to deal with Voldemort.
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Meanwhile, Harry was at the headquarters of the Daily Prophet wondering how he is going to make sure that the story will hit headlines in every newspaper.
"Ah!" a grin crept onto Harry's lip. "Rita Skeeter. I should have thought of that!"
Moving silently within the building, Harry finally found Skeeter's office. Performing the unlocking charm, Harry stepped into the room and waited for Skeeter to show up.
"Skeeter, show yourself!"
"Well, Mr Potter, what can I do for you?" asked Skeeter.
"I have something that may interest the press. I wish to hold a press conference here and with a little aid from you and the press," said Harry, "I want some truth potion as well, can all this be ready by nine?"
"Yes Mr Potter, I will have every thing ready by nine as you wish," said Skeeter and as she moved out, Harry said, "These things will make to the headlines, I promise."
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At nine o'clock...
"Mr Potter, why did you call for this press meeting?"
"I wish to let the truth to be known. The Ministry of Magic is keep He-Who- Must-Not-Be-Name resurrection quiet and to clear a falsely charged man of his charges- Sirius Black," said Harry simply. Gasps could be heard as many reporters cannot believe what they have heard. Sirius Black-innocent? Impossible!
"As you all had heard, I will let every one hear from six Death Eaters themselves, Miss Skeeter, the Veritaserum please," said Harry. Taking the potion from Skeeter, Harry proceeded removing the Death Eaters from the glass jar and restoring them to their original size before pouring three drop of the potion into their mouth. "Enervate!"
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"You may now question the Death Eaters."
The questions came fast and furious. After a hour in which Harry had slipped back to get Peter Pettigrew from Dumbledore, the reporters was all shocked. "So the Dark Lord had indeed returned."
"Not only that, Peter Pettigrew is also here for questioning."
Pouring the potion into Pettigrew's mouth and reviving for the reporters to question, Harry waited for the blow to fall in. The room was so quiet that you can hear pin fall.
"So, I believe that you have some things to settle with the papers," said Harry pleasantly. At these words, reporters began to Apperate back to their office. Pleased at what the press is going to do, Harry turned to Skeeter and said, "I believe that you have some thing to do as well."
"Yes, very will Mr Potter, I will be off," with that, she Apperated away. Sighing to himself, Harry Apperated to Hogwarts. Moving within the school, Harry went straight to Dumbledore. Reaching the gargoyle that stood guard at the doorway, Harry gave the password and was admitted an entrance and saw the Headmaster, "Albus, I wonder when is your first lesson?"
"Yes, Harry, I had informed your teachers that you are to be excused to help me teach. The first lessons is with the Seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherin, now as a matter of fact."
"I trust that the meeting went on smoothly. Merlin must have given them the ID or they will not be able to come back to Hogwarts. How are the Grangers and Weasley, are they used to living there?"
"Yes, Harry. Now we better make a move to Defense Against The Dark Art classroom," said Dumbledore, with a serene look on his face. Moving along the corridor, Harry and the Headmaster reached the classroom and saw the Gryffindors and the Slytherin standing outside the class. Opening the door, Dumbledore motioned the students to move in and sit down.
"Welcome to your first Defense Against the Dark Art lesson. This week, we will have a little change in the schedule. I have received news from a very reliable source that Lord Voldemort," the class flinched, but Dumbledore ignored them and continued, "had became a necromancer. Does any one know who or what a necromancer is?"
Looking around, Harry now really doubted that anyone knew what a necromancer is and what he or she can do.
"A necromancer is one who have powers to summon minions of the undead. He or she can easily create a large army of warriors and wizards to fight for him."
"What do you mean, Harry? And why are you here?" asked Fred and George, the rest of the Gryffindors as well as the Slytherins began to notice Harry and started to ask questions.
"I'm here to teach all to repel these undead. IF Lord Voldemort summoned a skeleton to fight you, all the spells that Hogwarts had taught you will be useless. Undead are total immune to The three Unforgivables curse, and many other spells. The only few spells that you can use is the fire spell that Hogwarts taught but unless you are a very, very powerful wizard, the spell will be of not effect to the skeleton. You may be slaughtered by it," said Harry. Stopping to take a breath, he continued, "The spell which I will be teaching you is the Holy Bolt. When casted correctly, it creates a bolt of holy energy that can kill undead and heal any living."
"But how?"
"By thinking of some thing Holy to you, like the Cross or the Buddha and say 'castus repagula'." A bolt of pure white light shot out from Harry's wand and hitted Fred. Fred shouted in surprise, "What the?" the rest of the class began to shout and protest, saying something Fred was killed or Harry should be kill, blah, blah.
"SILENCE!" roared Harry. The class began to quiet down as they felt a mysterious aura of power surrounded the classroom, radiating from Harry. "Now, no one is to speak unless they are told to do so. At first I do not want to do this but you people made me do so. Now go ahead and ask if Fred Weasley is hurt or not," said Harry in nothing short of a whisper.
"Fred! Are you hurt? How are you feeling?" squealed Alicia, fussing over Fred.
"No, I feel strange...I don't know how to describe this feeling," said Fred, bewildered at what happened.
"Energized?" prompted Harry.
"Yes! I don't feel tired or any thing," said Fred.
"Ahem! I believe that a lack of open show of...er... love," smiled Dumbledore. Blushing to a volcanic red, the two jumped apart.
"I'm here to show and teach you this spell," said Harry, "and can Miss Angelina Johnson and Mr Adrian Pucey see me after lessons?"
The lesson went past very quickly. Soon after, the two went to Harry, wondering what had they done. "Hello, I believe that you are thinking why I call you out after lessons. You two are elemental. To be precise, Air Elemental, I want to train you two into the powers of the Air. Meet me eight in the evening at this coming Sunday at the Quidditch pitch. You are dismissed."
Moving pair to outside, Harry met with the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff sixth year. "You are here for the Defense Against the Dark Art lessons, I presume," Harry stated. The Ravenclaws, Harry noticed was eyeing him with great respect while the Hufflepuffs was glaring at him. Harry knows that the grief-sicken house was still convinced that he was one who had killed Cedric despite of Peter Pettigrew's confession.
"Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts," declared Dumbledore as the class entered the classroom. " I believe that you had met Mr Potter. Yes, he will be here to aid me in teaching everyone here to deal with some thing so horrible that the Three Unforgivable can resist total."
TBC.
A note from your now very panicky Author:
Greetings to all! I have finally finish this chapter! This time I'm very serious, my GCE 'N' level is now knocking at my door so I cannot update until past 17/10/2002. So sorry! My examinations are more important. I wish that there is more reviews this time, beside I had alter chapter 2 as some readers had complaint about its similar to Ruskbyte's Order Of Phoenix. So to repay all for the wait, I will let you in for my future squeal stories:
Harry Potter & the Quest-Harry will find out about his Heritage in this story.
Harry Potter & the Finale Battle- Harry will defeat the Dark Lord. But the Dark Lord vows his returns.
A Hero's and a Monster's Returns- Harry will return after 15 years, married. The Dark lord returns and the wizarding world fall back into an age to Darkness.
To my reviewers:
A-man, an unnamed person, Amy, dj, The Red Dragon Order.
Thanks, you people had kept up my moral as I first thought that my story is not good. Presently, I am toying with this idea of changing the title to: Harry Potter-The new Lord of Light. This sounds better, don't you think? Do let me know by reviewing the story. Thanks once again.
"Thanks, Mr Granger. I have four spells that can destroy any undead. I'm afraid that the only spell most people can use is the Holy Bolt. The other two needs massive magical force which I believe that only me and Dumbledore are capable of performing while the other spell, the person needs to have powers over the Earth Elements," said Harry. "The two spells that need massive magical powers are-The Fist OF Heavens and the Knights of Zakarum. The Air Elemental spell is known as the Destroy Undead."
"Harry, this week you will be excused from all your lessons to help me teach all how to perform the Holy Bolt and to find as many Air Elements."
"Excuse me, Albus but I have to summon all the members of the Order of Phoenix, now," said Harry.
"Why yes."
Looking at the list, Harry saw these name-Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Professor Sprout, Alastor Moody, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Professor Flitwick, Rubeus Hagrid, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher, Billy Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Professor Sinistra, Amos Diggory and Albus Dumbledore. Looking back at Dumbledore, he asked, "Why is there so few members?" and he immediately regretted. Dumbledore's look changed into the very same one that Harry had seen last year after the Tri-wizard cup when he blasted Barty Crouch Jr. "Most are dead, like your father and mother, some like the Longbottoms have lost their mind," Dumbledore with a sense of regret.
With a snap of his fingers, all those whose name had been on the list suddenly appeared in the Grand Hall of Light. Looking around, the summoned people looked around dazed. Some muttered, "Where am I?" "In the Grand Hall of Light," said Dumbledore, smiling once again. "Can the Weasleys and the Grangers come with me?" said Harry. "I believe that I have to take you to your living quarters."
Leading the few people who had followed him, Harry took them the Northern Tower. "This is where you and all the families and members of the Order of Phoenix will be staying. The room where you will be staying will look exactly the same as your previous living quarters. You will find every thing you need. Don't worry, it will never run out of stock."
Leaving them to settle down, Harry returned to the Grand Hall of Light where he found Dumbledore was trying to answer many of the questions that he did not know of the answer. "Silence!" said Dumbledore when the questions had became too much for him to answer. "I believe that the only one who can answer your questions is Harry Potter. I'm afraid that I know as little as you people."
"Speak of the Devil, there is Harry," whispered James in one of the shadows casted by the pillar in the Hall, earning an elbow in his chest, courtesy of Lily.
Not speaking at all, Harry moved across the room with such great confidence found only in the most experienced wizards. Moving over to Dumbledore, Harry said, "The Sword, please." Handing the sword to Harry, Dumbledore motioned the members of the Order of Phoenix to gather around Harry. "When I read out your name, come fro and hold this sword and repeat what I say. Sirius Black!" Sirius moved toward Harry and was about to speak when Harry thrust the sword into his hands. Not knowing the properties of the sword, Sirius look at Harry, dazed, wondering what his godson had in his mind. But in a second, he would find out. "What is your full name?"
"Sirius Jenison Black," some how, Sirius was unable to control himself. 'Strange, this doesn't feel like the Impervious Curse. But why can't I control myself?'
(A/N: Please take note that the Sword of Truth does not act like the Impervious Curse. It just makes a person reveal his deepest and darkest secret, some thing like the Truth Potion.)
"Are you a spy of Tom Marvolo Riddle also known as Lord Voldemort?"
"No."
"Follow what I said, Sirius. I, Sirius Jenison Black, here by swear by this sword that I will forever stay by the Light side. Nothing of the Darkness will sway or threaten or deceive or persuade or force me into the recession of the Dark Side. I shall not betray any members of the Order of Phoenix."
Sirius followed Harry's words and a suddenly glow surrounded him and disappeared as suddenly it appeared. "What was that?" asked Sirius, surprised.
"All will be answered when the swearing-in ceremony is over," answered Harry. The rest of the members swore their loyalty to the Order of Phoenix in the presence of the Sword of Truth.
"Very well, since all those presented have swore in by the Sword of Truth, I believe that all here know the consequence for breaking a magical contact," said Harry. Pausing to take breath, he continued, "I also request that Mr. and Mrs. Potter show themselves."
"What do you mean, Potter," snapped the Potion master, still very angry about how Harry had humiliated him at the Great Hall on the first day of school. "James and Lily Potter are killed by You-Know-Who."
Arcing one of his eye brows, Harry said, "Please Severus Snape, in this place, call Lord Voldemort..." Everyone in the hall flinched but for the exception of the Ex-Marauders Harry and Dumbledore. "Tom Marvolo Riddle. His real name, a name given to him by his mother."
"Besides, they are being honored here, in the Alter of Honour."
The ghost of James and Lily Potter glided out from behind the pillar where they were at when Harry summoned the members of the Order Of the Phoenix. A stunned silence swept through the room as the appearance of Harry's parents surprised them.
"James? Lily?" Sirius and Remus were in a daze at the appearance of James and Lily Potter.
"Of course not, Flea-Face! We are just a fragment of your imagination," answered James. "Nah! Of course we are here, but as ghost."
"Then can you prove my innocence?"
"I'm afraid that this is impossible Sirius. We are only allowed to be in our ghost form only in here," said Merlin. "I believe that I haven't introduce myself. I'm Merlin."
"Beside, Harry have caught Peter yesterday, but the Minster refused to believe me," said Dumbledore. "I don't know if there is any other way to prove your innocence."
"But there is way!" grinned Harry. "All we need is a help from the press."
The rest of the meeting went on as they talked about how they have to deal with Voldemort.
-------------------------------
Meanwhile, Harry was at the headquarters of the Daily Prophet wondering how he is going to make sure that the story will hit headlines in every newspaper.
"Ah!" a grin crept onto Harry's lip. "Rita Skeeter. I should have thought of that!"
Moving silently within the building, Harry finally found Skeeter's office. Performing the unlocking charm, Harry stepped into the room and waited for Skeeter to show up.
"Skeeter, show yourself!"
"Well, Mr Potter, what can I do for you?" asked Skeeter.
"I have something that may interest the press. I wish to hold a press conference here and with a little aid from you and the press," said Harry, "I want some truth potion as well, can all this be ready by nine?"
"Yes Mr Potter, I will have every thing ready by nine as you wish," said Skeeter and as she moved out, Harry said, "These things will make to the headlines, I promise."
----------------------------
At nine o'clock...
"Mr Potter, why did you call for this press meeting?"
"I wish to let the truth to be known. The Ministry of Magic is keep He-Who- Must-Not-Be-Name resurrection quiet and to clear a falsely charged man of his charges- Sirius Black," said Harry simply. Gasps could be heard as many reporters cannot believe what they have heard. Sirius Black-innocent? Impossible!
"As you all had heard, I will let every one hear from six Death Eaters themselves, Miss Skeeter, the Veritaserum please," said Harry. Taking the potion from Skeeter, Harry proceeded removing the Death Eaters from the glass jar and restoring them to their original size before pouring three drop of the potion into their mouth. "Enervate!"
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"You may now question the Death Eaters."
The questions came fast and furious. After a hour in which Harry had slipped back to get Peter Pettigrew from Dumbledore, the reporters was all shocked. "So the Dark Lord had indeed returned."
"Not only that, Peter Pettigrew is also here for questioning."
Pouring the potion into Pettigrew's mouth and reviving for the reporters to question, Harry waited for the blow to fall in. The room was so quiet that you can hear pin fall.
"So, I believe that you have some things to settle with the papers," said Harry pleasantly. At these words, reporters began to Apperate back to their office. Pleased at what the press is going to do, Harry turned to Skeeter and said, "I believe that you have some thing to do as well."
"Yes, very will Mr Potter, I will be off," with that, she Apperated away. Sighing to himself, Harry Apperated to Hogwarts. Moving within the school, Harry went straight to Dumbledore. Reaching the gargoyle that stood guard at the doorway, Harry gave the password and was admitted an entrance and saw the Headmaster, "Albus, I wonder when is your first lesson?"
"Yes, Harry, I had informed your teachers that you are to be excused to help me teach. The first lessons is with the Seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherin, now as a matter of fact."
"I trust that the meeting went on smoothly. Merlin must have given them the ID or they will not be able to come back to Hogwarts. How are the Grangers and Weasley, are they used to living there?"
"Yes, Harry. Now we better make a move to Defense Against The Dark Art classroom," said Dumbledore, with a serene look on his face. Moving along the corridor, Harry and the Headmaster reached the classroom and saw the Gryffindors and the Slytherin standing outside the class. Opening the door, Dumbledore motioned the students to move in and sit down.
"Welcome to your first Defense Against the Dark Art lesson. This week, we will have a little change in the schedule. I have received news from a very reliable source that Lord Voldemort," the class flinched, but Dumbledore ignored them and continued, "had became a necromancer. Does any one know who or what a necromancer is?"
Looking around, Harry now really doubted that anyone knew what a necromancer is and what he or she can do.
"A necromancer is one who have powers to summon minions of the undead. He or she can easily create a large army of warriors and wizards to fight for him."
"What do you mean, Harry? And why are you here?" asked Fred and George, the rest of the Gryffindors as well as the Slytherins began to notice Harry and started to ask questions.
"I'm here to teach all to repel these undead. IF Lord Voldemort summoned a skeleton to fight you, all the spells that Hogwarts had taught you will be useless. Undead are total immune to The three Unforgivables curse, and many other spells. The only few spells that you can use is the fire spell that Hogwarts taught but unless you are a very, very powerful wizard, the spell will be of not effect to the skeleton. You may be slaughtered by it," said Harry. Stopping to take a breath, he continued, "The spell which I will be teaching you is the Holy Bolt. When casted correctly, it creates a bolt of holy energy that can kill undead and heal any living."
"But how?"
"By thinking of some thing Holy to you, like the Cross or the Buddha and say 'castus repagula'." A bolt of pure white light shot out from Harry's wand and hitted Fred. Fred shouted in surprise, "What the?" the rest of the class began to shout and protest, saying something Fred was killed or Harry should be kill, blah, blah.
"SILENCE!" roared Harry. The class began to quiet down as they felt a mysterious aura of power surrounded the classroom, radiating from Harry. "Now, no one is to speak unless they are told to do so. At first I do not want to do this but you people made me do so. Now go ahead and ask if Fred Weasley is hurt or not," said Harry in nothing short of a whisper.
"Fred! Are you hurt? How are you feeling?" squealed Alicia, fussing over Fred.
"No, I feel strange...I don't know how to describe this feeling," said Fred, bewildered at what happened.
"Energized?" prompted Harry.
"Yes! I don't feel tired or any thing," said Fred.
"Ahem! I believe that a lack of open show of...er... love," smiled Dumbledore. Blushing to a volcanic red, the two jumped apart.
"I'm here to show and teach you this spell," said Harry, "and can Miss Angelina Johnson and Mr Adrian Pucey see me after lessons?"
The lesson went past very quickly. Soon after, the two went to Harry, wondering what had they done. "Hello, I believe that you are thinking why I call you out after lessons. You two are elemental. To be precise, Air Elemental, I want to train you two into the powers of the Air. Meet me eight in the evening at this coming Sunday at the Quidditch pitch. You are dismissed."
Moving pair to outside, Harry met with the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff sixth year. "You are here for the Defense Against the Dark Art lessons, I presume," Harry stated. The Ravenclaws, Harry noticed was eyeing him with great respect while the Hufflepuffs was glaring at him. Harry knows that the grief-sicken house was still convinced that he was one who had killed Cedric despite of Peter Pettigrew's confession.
"Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts," declared Dumbledore as the class entered the classroom. " I believe that you had met Mr Potter. Yes, he will be here to aid me in teaching everyone here to deal with some thing so horrible that the Three Unforgivable can resist total."
TBC.
A note from your now very panicky Author:
Greetings to all! I have finally finish this chapter! This time I'm very serious, my GCE 'N' level is now knocking at my door so I cannot update until past 17/10/2002. So sorry! My examinations are more important. I wish that there is more reviews this time, beside I had alter chapter 2 as some readers had complaint about its similar to Ruskbyte's Order Of Phoenix. So to repay all for the wait, I will let you in for my future squeal stories:
Harry Potter & the Quest-Harry will find out about his Heritage in this story.
Harry Potter & the Finale Battle- Harry will defeat the Dark Lord. But the Dark Lord vows his returns.
A Hero's and a Monster's Returns- Harry will return after 15 years, married. The Dark lord returns and the wizarding world fall back into an age to Darkness.
To my reviewers:
A-man, an unnamed person, Amy, dj, The Red Dragon Order.
Thanks, you people had kept up my moral as I first thought that my story is not good. Presently, I am toying with this idea of changing the title to: Harry Potter-The new Lord of Light. This sounds better, don't you think? Do let me know by reviewing the story. Thanks once again.
