Seccie: Well, I back-ish!
Shivian: 'bout time.
Azra: Seccie, the accident prone author, does not own Harry Potter. Just
this computer, a blanket, broken clock radio, three cats and a jelly bean.
Seccie: Fic on!
::Harry Potter and the Shiokkii Legend::
It was half past midnight, the early morning of July 30th, at Privet Drive. A few flickering street lights reflected dully of rain soaked streets. It looked like a perfectly content place-inhabitants sleeping, everything neat and tidy. But if one could go inside the houses, they would see a different story. Particularly at Number 4 Privet Drive....
Icy blue eyes looked into a window, fixed on the sleeping figure. Crouching on a branch, the only sign of movement was the occasional flinch as a cold raindrop landed on them. The spying person pulled back closer to the tree trunk as the sleeping form thrashed for a moment, sitting up abruptly. Green eyes widened as they reached up and felt their forehead; coming back covered in what, even in the dim light, the blue eyed figure could tell was blood. The person, now recognizably a teenaged boy, scrambled up and across a room covered in broken toys and games. Pulling a quill and a small ink jar out of a trunk by the wall, the boy started writing hastily. Grinning slightly, the person in the tree jumped down and pulled out a small round mirror. A few mumbled words revealed a pair of red slit pupiled eyes. "Tomorrow...." There was the faint sound of indrawn breath. The picture in the mirror grew larger as if the mirror was dropped. A girl with reddish hair could be seen jumping up and down. Cat ears and a tail moved in time with the faintly heard chanting.
"He's coming tomorrow! He's coming tomorrow! I can't wait-it's been forever since the last time I saw a real human! Yippee!"
The blue eyed person shook their head, even the other person was silenced by a cold voice. They let out a short laugh and looked at the overcast sky.
"Tomorrow."
Harry Potter was in no way normal. The fact that he lived with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon was a point. Another was that same aunt and uncle abhorred him more than the dog next door, which always would get into Aunt Petunia's flower beds, was another. Perhaps the most outstanding point was the fact that his cousin was the approximant size and shape of a young elephant. Oh, and the fact he was a wizard-in-training didn't gain him any points for normality. Not very tall, wiry and slight; he looked more like a twelve year old then his soon to be sixteen years. He had just woken from another nightmare to find his scar bleeding. Dashing across his room, he ignored the feeling of being watched and hurrily scribbled a letter to the only person who had even attempted to talk to him during this summer.
Professor Lupin, I had another nightmare, the usual kind of stuff, but this time my scar started bleeding! Is that normal? (Of course, when is anything about me normal?) Should I tell Professor Dumbledore? Hedwig hasn't been looking good lately, maybe you could get Hagrid to look at her. Why haven't Ron and Hermione sent any letters? Thanks for hearing me out.
Harry
Reading the letter over, Harry couldn't hold back a shudder at the memory of the nightmare. It didn't sound that bad on paper, but in his mind.......
Harry looked around the graveyard from third year. "Back here again, huh?" He said dully. Not spotting Cedric's body, he allowed his hopes to rise. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe it wasn't his fault.....The small smile that graced his features crashed as the Veil from the Department of Mysteries billowed by a tombstone. A slight movement from the shadows caught his attention. Cedric's half rotted body rolled against a granite statue, eyes glazed slightly green and staring directly a Harry. "Murderer..........." The voice echoed around the empty space. Harry closed his eyes tightly and clenched his fists. It wasn't his fault, Sirius said so. He didn't know Voldemort would be waiting there. "Your fault..." Shaking, Harry slowly stepped backward. Not his fault, not his fault, not his fault, nothisfault, nothisfaultnothisfault!! A hand fell on his shoulder and he whirled around to see his godfather smiling at him. But there was something wrong with that smile. It was tinged with madness, almost leaking over with hate. Sirius Black's eyes lacked the shine or gleam that all people had. "Your fault...murder, killer, kinslayer!!Your fault!!!"
Harry opened his eyes, and relaxed. Bloody half-moons from his nails stung as sweat dripped into them. Shaking hands attached the letter to his aging owl's leg. Hedwig gave him a concerned look, and then flew out the half open window... Sighing loudly, he turned back to his small bed a curled in a corner, a few tears dripping down his cheeks .Tomorrow he would be sixteen. An age celebrated in both the muggle and wizarding worlds. He had an odd feeling about this... His head fell to his knee's as he fell back asleep.
The next morning, the rain continued pouring. He was disappointed that he had not gotten any early owls, but pushed it out of his head as he went to make breakfast. Stumbling down the stairs, he stopped at the last step. He had heard three unknown voices in the kitchen. The Dursley's weren't up yet, so they couldn't have let anyone in; and Mrs. Figg's was the only house on Privet Drive connected to the Floo Network... Harry drew his wand, ignoring the slight burning feeling it was leaving. He burst into the kitchen, drawing the gaze of three unknown women. The tallest had white hair and ice blue eyes, so pale it was disconcerting. Closest to him was a girl with reddish burgundy cat eyes and high pigtails of red. She seemed to be bouncing in place, eyes darting around excitedly. Half-hidden behind the two other's, the shortest was giving him a cold appraisal. Black hair pulled into a braid going down to her knees, while eyes of violet, with gold and black speckles stared directly into his. She did not look happy. Eyeing them cautiously, he gestured them to sit with his free hand. "Now, tell me why are three witch's in my house at four in the morning?" The red haired one looked like she could barely contain her excitement. She waved her hand rapidly, reminding him of Hermione. "Pick me! Me!!! Pick me!!" Harry sighed wearily and nodded at her. She darted up and clasped her hands together. She grinned widely, and he lowered his wand slightly. Her happiness seemed to rub off on him as he felt a little of his reserve disappear. "We came here to get you, 'cause you're gonna-OW! What was that for?!" She rubbed the spot where the white haired girl punched her side. The-Boy- Who-Lived's wand came back up, burning his fingers even more, pointing it at the pale haired girl. He didn't have time to react as the black haired girl stepped forward, unsheathing a dagger. "Now." The last thing Harry saw or felt was his wand becoming a red-hot brand in his hand, and three pairs of eyes watching. One in concern, one in curiosity, and the violet pair in calculating indifference. 'What do they want?'
Seccie: And that was the first chapter!! Like it? Hate it? Review it! Shivian: Take your meds now, no need to turn out crap like this again. Azra:Tell us what you think! Seccie:I'm also having trouble making this story upload as I saved it.Anyone want to help?
::Harry Potter and the Shiokkii Legend::
It was half past midnight, the early morning of July 30th, at Privet Drive. A few flickering street lights reflected dully of rain soaked streets. It looked like a perfectly content place-inhabitants sleeping, everything neat and tidy. But if one could go inside the houses, they would see a different story. Particularly at Number 4 Privet Drive....
Icy blue eyes looked into a window, fixed on the sleeping figure. Crouching on a branch, the only sign of movement was the occasional flinch as a cold raindrop landed on them. The spying person pulled back closer to the tree trunk as the sleeping form thrashed for a moment, sitting up abruptly. Green eyes widened as they reached up and felt their forehead; coming back covered in what, even in the dim light, the blue eyed figure could tell was blood. The person, now recognizably a teenaged boy, scrambled up and across a room covered in broken toys and games. Pulling a quill and a small ink jar out of a trunk by the wall, the boy started writing hastily. Grinning slightly, the person in the tree jumped down and pulled out a small round mirror. A few mumbled words revealed a pair of red slit pupiled eyes. "Tomorrow...." There was the faint sound of indrawn breath. The picture in the mirror grew larger as if the mirror was dropped. A girl with reddish hair could be seen jumping up and down. Cat ears and a tail moved in time with the faintly heard chanting.
"He's coming tomorrow! He's coming tomorrow! I can't wait-it's been forever since the last time I saw a real human! Yippee!"
The blue eyed person shook their head, even the other person was silenced by a cold voice. They let out a short laugh and looked at the overcast sky.
"Tomorrow."
Harry Potter was in no way normal. The fact that he lived with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon was a point. Another was that same aunt and uncle abhorred him more than the dog next door, which always would get into Aunt Petunia's flower beds, was another. Perhaps the most outstanding point was the fact that his cousin was the approximant size and shape of a young elephant. Oh, and the fact he was a wizard-in-training didn't gain him any points for normality. Not very tall, wiry and slight; he looked more like a twelve year old then his soon to be sixteen years. He had just woken from another nightmare to find his scar bleeding. Dashing across his room, he ignored the feeling of being watched and hurrily scribbled a letter to the only person who had even attempted to talk to him during this summer.
Professor Lupin, I had another nightmare, the usual kind of stuff, but this time my scar started bleeding! Is that normal? (Of course, when is anything about me normal?) Should I tell Professor Dumbledore? Hedwig hasn't been looking good lately, maybe you could get Hagrid to look at her. Why haven't Ron and Hermione sent any letters? Thanks for hearing me out.
Harry
Reading the letter over, Harry couldn't hold back a shudder at the memory of the nightmare. It didn't sound that bad on paper, but in his mind.......
Harry looked around the graveyard from third year. "Back here again, huh?" He said dully. Not spotting Cedric's body, he allowed his hopes to rise. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, maybe it wasn't his fault.....The small smile that graced his features crashed as the Veil from the Department of Mysteries billowed by a tombstone. A slight movement from the shadows caught his attention. Cedric's half rotted body rolled against a granite statue, eyes glazed slightly green and staring directly a Harry. "Murderer..........." The voice echoed around the empty space. Harry closed his eyes tightly and clenched his fists. It wasn't his fault, Sirius said so. He didn't know Voldemort would be waiting there. "Your fault..." Shaking, Harry slowly stepped backward. Not his fault, not his fault, not his fault, nothisfault, nothisfaultnothisfault!! A hand fell on his shoulder and he whirled around to see his godfather smiling at him. But there was something wrong with that smile. It was tinged with madness, almost leaking over with hate. Sirius Black's eyes lacked the shine or gleam that all people had. "Your fault...murder, killer, kinslayer!!Your fault!!!"
Harry opened his eyes, and relaxed. Bloody half-moons from his nails stung as sweat dripped into them. Shaking hands attached the letter to his aging owl's leg. Hedwig gave him a concerned look, and then flew out the half open window... Sighing loudly, he turned back to his small bed a curled in a corner, a few tears dripping down his cheeks .Tomorrow he would be sixteen. An age celebrated in both the muggle and wizarding worlds. He had an odd feeling about this... His head fell to his knee's as he fell back asleep.
The next morning, the rain continued pouring. He was disappointed that he had not gotten any early owls, but pushed it out of his head as he went to make breakfast. Stumbling down the stairs, he stopped at the last step. He had heard three unknown voices in the kitchen. The Dursley's weren't up yet, so they couldn't have let anyone in; and Mrs. Figg's was the only house on Privet Drive connected to the Floo Network... Harry drew his wand, ignoring the slight burning feeling it was leaving. He burst into the kitchen, drawing the gaze of three unknown women. The tallest had white hair and ice blue eyes, so pale it was disconcerting. Closest to him was a girl with reddish burgundy cat eyes and high pigtails of red. She seemed to be bouncing in place, eyes darting around excitedly. Half-hidden behind the two other's, the shortest was giving him a cold appraisal. Black hair pulled into a braid going down to her knees, while eyes of violet, with gold and black speckles stared directly into his. She did not look happy. Eyeing them cautiously, he gestured them to sit with his free hand. "Now, tell me why are three witch's in my house at four in the morning?" The red haired one looked like she could barely contain her excitement. She waved her hand rapidly, reminding him of Hermione. "Pick me! Me!!! Pick me!!" Harry sighed wearily and nodded at her. She darted up and clasped her hands together. She grinned widely, and he lowered his wand slightly. Her happiness seemed to rub off on him as he felt a little of his reserve disappear. "We came here to get you, 'cause you're gonna-OW! What was that for?!" She rubbed the spot where the white haired girl punched her side. The-Boy- Who-Lived's wand came back up, burning his fingers even more, pointing it at the pale haired girl. He didn't have time to react as the black haired girl stepped forward, unsheathing a dagger. "Now." The last thing Harry saw or felt was his wand becoming a red-hot brand in his hand, and three pairs of eyes watching. One in concern, one in curiosity, and the violet pair in calculating indifference. 'What do they want?'
Seccie: And that was the first chapter!! Like it? Hate it? Review it! Shivian: Take your meds now, no need to turn out crap like this again. Azra:Tell us what you think! Seccie:I'm also having trouble making this story upload as I saved it.Anyone want to help?