Another ccs/hp, but hopefully, its gonna be different from the rest.
I'm gonna try make it both funny and touching, somehow, but I'm not sure how it'll come out, and it is my first fic.
Sorry if the ideas are similar to other fics, they're kinda stuck in my head.
Any similarities to other fics are unintentional, unless otherwise stated, in which case I would have gotten permission from to author to use thier idea.
Well, I'm sure you don't want to hear me rambling on, if you haven't already skipped this., so on with the fic!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own ccs or hp.
Prologue
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A dark cloaked figure stood on a barren plain, the few trees were withered and dying. The only thing visible of its face were two red slits, staring into the darkness. Beside it stood a tiny man with one silver arm and it gleamed in the night.
Around them appeared a circle of men, cloaked and masked.
"What have you found out?" it hissed, the voice barely distinguishable as male.
"Harry Potter is going to Hogwarts a month early My Lord."
"Why?"
When he did not reply, it cried:
"Wormtail!"
"Y-yes My Lord." the short man answered, and reached out for the wrist of the man talking with his silver arm, and crushed it, the bones cracking sickeningly. The man cried out in pain.
"W-we do not know why." one of the men stammered.
The slits narrowed, but before it could do anything, two more cloaked firgures appeared on a broom in the distance, and landed within the circle. Though they seemed to appear far away, they landed within a second.
"What is the meaning of this!" it backed away slightly, and pulled out a wooden stick, two times the length of its hand.
The two figures dismounted, and the broom vanished.
They were similar to the first figure, but there were no eyes visible.
"We are here to join you, Voldemort, you may decide if you want us with you, or against you." one of the figures spoke, its voice disfigured.
"And why should we care?" Wormtail snorted.
It did not answer, but a sword appeared in its hand, and it swiftly made its way to Wormtail. It raised the sword, and brought it down in a clean arc.
"Is that al-"
Wormtail did not finish, for he was enveloped in pain.
The figure had cut his silver arm off above the elbow
"Who are you?" the first figure, who was Lord Voldemort, demanded.
"That is none of your concern. What is your decision?
"You shall be stamped with the Dark Mark."
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A black-haired boy of 14 shot out of bed, beads of sweat running down his face. He was clutching something on his forehead, and when he removed his hands, it was seen that he had a lightning shaped scar there.
He got out of bed, turned on his nightlight, and reached under his bed, where he removed a floorboard, and extracted a piece of thick parchment, a bottle of ink and a quill.
He spread this out on the floor and began writing, touching his scar frequently. A few minutes later, he stopped, rolled the parchment up, and turned to a cage next ot his bed. A snowy white owl perched inside, awoken by the light.
The boy opened the cage and whispered,
"Sorry Hedwig, did I wake you?"
She put up her leg, and nipped his finger affectionately as he attached the parchment to her leg.
"Bring this to Dumbledore, will ya?"
He opened the window, letting a chilly breeze in, and Hedwig flew out into the night. He stood at the window, and let the refreshing breeze cool his face, while he thought about the dream's happenings.
Who were those two people, strong enough to cut off Wormtail's arm? Any other sword would not be able to scratch it. His clear green eyes stared into the distance, but he did not see what was outside his window.
He was the boy-who-lived, surviving The Dark Lord's curse because of his mother's love, Son of Lily and James Potter, Harry Potter.
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An auburn haired beauty smiled in her sleep.
She was 14, the mistress of the Clow, now Sakura cards. She had grown, and was still as beautiful as ever, if not more so. She clutched a black plush bear, dreaming of a certain auburn haired boy, her heart's desire.
Suddenly, she held the bear closer to her, frowning, and woke.
"Syaoran-kun... When will I see you again?"
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[A/N]
So, that's it for the prologue!
Like it? Hate it? Layout's terrible?
Well, I have no idea what it's gonna look like after I upload it, but if anything you wanna say, review!!!!!!!!!!!!
I really don't mind flames, because it still comes out as a review!
Anyway, I'm not sure if I'm gonna get a beta-reader, since I'm not really sure what they do , anyway, but anyone interested?
Constructive criticism please!
If there are any problems, I'll try fix them as soon as I can.
Hehe... School just started. Smart of me huh? Instead of writing during the holidays, I decide to start when school starts =P
Don't ask me why.
Is there another way to edit the chapters without removing then replacing them?
Just wondering.
And yes, it is short, but its the prologue!
I'll try make the other chapters longer, but I can't really garentee anything, what with school and all.
You might have noticed that I can't spell. I can't.
Awwww......
If it takes 24 hours to get up, and reviews take 24 hours to show up, I have to wait 2 days for reviews!!!
Ummm, hehe, sorry, really long a/n huh?
Well, its my first fic, I've got questions about ff.net!
I guess i should have put it in a email, but its easier this way =P
Yes, I'm lazy too.
Wait, there's more!
Do you get notified of reviews right away, and then they take up to 24 hours to appear on the site, or do you have to wait 24 hours before you get it?
Uh, confusing? Gomen.
If you have the time to answer any of these questions, please put the answer in a review, or e-mail me at: kalika_death@yahoo.com.sg
Really sorry for the extremely long author's note, but please review!!!!!!!!!!!!
-velvetiine