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Authors Note: Sorry this took so long, I didn't get as many reviews as I wanted for the last chapter. Anyways the chapter is here now, so go read!
It Cuts Us Deep
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The big trees surrounding him, gave the forest a ominous spell to them. Every sound, a threat, every creature he saw, a shock. The rocks growing harder and harder to climb over the more he went into the forest. Pellets of cold rain starting to slowly beat down on his black cloak, and his jet black hair. He continued staring at the vanilla colored parchment in his hands.
He wasn't sure what to make of it.
He looked up at the dark storm clouds above him and quickly decided he needed shelter. He looked around and found a very diminutive cave, that he could just slide into. He quickly went over into the cave. He soon found it was a illusion, as soon as he slipped into the cave, he saw the insides weren't cramped at all.
The rocky walls had moss all over them, and the soil beneath him had puddles of water. But it looked safe enough, so he sat down on a worn down boulder and sighed.
Thoughts running through his head, as fast as they could, this was his chance to get revenge, to make Voldemort pay, --- to escape.
'This is Voldemort's spell.'
He had to think of a good plan, he had the weapon's.
'but---- who knows what more destruction Voldemort will do if I don't act quickly??'
'Maybe I should sleep on it.' He thought, as he closed his eyes. He hadn't really rested for a couple days now, and needed the sleep.
'I finally got a weopon, I finally can.' He thought as he laided down, using his cloak as a blanket, and rested his head on his hand. Quickly dozing off.
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The Order had been called to a emergency meeting again. This was the fourth time this week! Harry Potter is missing, The attack on Azkaban, no doubt the Ministry of Magic was next. Chaos was everywhere!
This time the meeting was in Dumbledores secret room. It had orange walls, a midnight sky, as all of Hogwarts did, and a nice cherry oak floor.
Everyone of the Order members all looked worn out, and unhappy to be there. Except Mr. Weasleys, who's house was still in a eerie silence. All of the Weasleys were silent, it was as though one of their own family members had died. Ever since the news was told to them, Mr. Weasley was glad to do anything to help and get out of the house. But sadly, his house wasn't the only one that still was sorrowful of the news.
Mr. Weasley, his bright red hair and freckled face looked up in anticipation as Dumbledore started the meeting again, hoping his dreams would come true and somehow, someway Dumbledore had found Harry Potter. But even he, was starting to lose hope.
Dumbledore looked miserably down at all the Order members and said impassively in a voice no one recognized,
"As you all know, Voldemort is gaining more and more followers, and is planning more attacks. The Wizarding World is losing faith in the fight for good!"
He stared everyone down with those words. He always knew how they felt. He started gaining feeling and power in his voice again this time though.
"But we mustn't give up!!!" He said.
The Order shifted, a little hope sparked in their eyes again, but not enough. The old man, with his weary eyes refused to give in.
"Perhaps Harry Potter is dead!" Everyone looked up startled at that statement, no one believes that for a second. Lupin with tired eyes, Tonks, who's hyperness and joy seemed to have left, and Vance, whos eyes showed nothing anymore.
"You wouldn't know it if he was! By the way you are acting, even if he is alive, you are almost certainly condemning him to death. You act as though the war is already lost!"
"Alas, but it is not! And I remind you, not even Harry Potter could save all the people the Order saved or took away as many Death Eaters as we did."
"We still must fight!!!!"
All the eyes in the Order now glowed with hope, they knew he was right..
Snape stared at the Order with cold eyes as Dumbledore sat down. His black eyes and black greasy hair consumed with something none of them recognized.
'He had to lie again. He couldn't tell them about Voltimore yet…' Snape thought
His eyes flickered for a second, then looked down and said the only things he could tell honestly.
"Voldemort is planning another attack, and Harry is indeed in Voldemorts lair."
All eyes flickered up at Snape, with that statement and the reassurance in his voice. Harry could make it, they all knew that. But for how long???
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Shadows were starting to fall in the Grangers house again. But it still didn't stop the cheery atmosphere inside. The living room where Mrs. Granger sat down in a chair, with plush carpet and a rug beneath her feet. Tired from all the work she did that day, she closed her eyes only to open them to find a owl sitting right in front of her.
"Hermione!! Ron sent you a Owl again!" Her mom yelled.
Hermione quickly ran downstairs and untied the letter from the owl, it was Pig, as she got a owl treat and put it in front of the owl beck. But the owl did not take it, instead, it delightedly fell down off the table with a load
"Plump"
'Poor bird' She thought, before she turned her attention to the letter and read.
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Dear Hermione,
How are you dealing with Harry's disappearance? My whole family is miserable, it's like a part of them died. No one barly even talks unless it's about Revenge, Voldemort, or Death.
Bloody Hell, I don't know how you deal with it so well.
I hope Pig gets this letter to you in time, that blubber owl hasn't stopped all day. He is mad, I tell you! Anyways, I got to go. Mom is yelling dinner is ready. Bye.
Sincerely,
Ron Weasley
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Hermione looked up from the letter.
'Harry was missing!? Why wasn't that--'
"Mom! Where did you put the Dailey Prophet"
Her mother looked up startled, then put a finger to her chin and said,
"I am not sure deary, last I remember I left it on the counter."
Her mom smiled heartily at her.
"Why do you ask?"
Hermione quickly got up and went to the kitchen, she couldn't believe she had been so careless lately as to forget about the Dailey Prophet all week! She replied to her mom.
"Because Ron inquired in his Owl, that Harry was kidnapped. And if that's true then the Dailey Prophet would have been all over it by now"
He mom wondered for a second, why does that ring a bell..
Quickly Hermione found what she had been looking for, her face fell into despair as she saw the front page.
'How could she have been so careless!!!'
The Prophet in her hand started shaking, quickly before her mother could ask or assume what was wrong. Hermione ran up to her room. Undoubtedly doing something beneficial.
Her mother watched her leave, confusion covering her face as she wrinkled her forehead and thought to herself and stared out the window, nighttime approaching all too quickly. She quickly went upstairs to get dressed.
'I will never understand that Wizarding World of theirs.'
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To Be Continued:
Special Thanks To All My Reviews:
Star estrella: I am glad you like my story, keep reviewing!
Diana: lol, I am from Cal. And I am sorry I kept you waiting on this chapter.
Sallymander: I hope you like this chapter! Keep reviewing and tell me what you think!
Tempest: It was a hard chapter to write, and I kept getting writers block.
Keep Reviewing!!!
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Authors Note: Sorry this took so long, I didn't get as many reviews as I wanted for the last chapter. Anyways the chapter is here now, so go read!
It Cuts Us Deep
'
'
'
//////////////
The big trees surrounding him, gave the forest a ominous spell to them. Every sound, a threat, every creature he saw, a shock. The rocks growing harder and harder to climb over the more he went into the forest. Pellets of cold rain starting to slowly beat down on his black cloak, and his jet black hair. He continued staring at the vanilla colored parchment in his hands.
He wasn't sure what to make of it.
He looked up at the dark storm clouds above him and quickly decided he needed shelter. He looked around and found a very diminutive cave, that he could just slide into. He quickly went over into the cave. He soon found it was a illusion, as soon as he slipped into the cave, he saw the insides weren't cramped at all.
The rocky walls had moss all over them, and the soil beneath him had puddles of water. But it looked safe enough, so he sat down on a worn down boulder and sighed.
Thoughts running through his head, as fast as they could, this was his chance to get revenge, to make Voldemort pay, --- to escape.
'This is Voldemort's spell.'
He had to think of a good plan, he had the weapon's.
'but---- who knows what more destruction Voldemort will do if I don't act quickly??'
'Maybe I should sleep on it.' He thought, as he closed his eyes. He hadn't really rested for a couple days now, and needed the sleep.
'I finally got a weopon, I finally can.' He thought as he laided down, using his cloak as a blanket, and rested his head on his hand. Quickly dozing off.
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The Order had been called to a emergency meeting again. This was the fourth time this week! Harry Potter is missing, The attack on Azkaban, no doubt the Ministry of Magic was next. Chaos was everywhere!
This time the meeting was in Dumbledores secret room. It had orange walls, a midnight sky, as all of Hogwarts did, and a nice cherry oak floor.
Everyone of the Order members all looked worn out, and unhappy to be there. Except Mr. Weasleys, who's house was still in a eerie silence. All of the Weasleys were silent, it was as though one of their own family members had died. Ever since the news was told to them, Mr. Weasley was glad to do anything to help and get out of the house. But sadly, his house wasn't the only one that still was sorrowful of the news.
Mr. Weasley, his bright red hair and freckled face looked up in anticipation as Dumbledore started the meeting again, hoping his dreams would come true and somehow, someway Dumbledore had found Harry Potter. But even he, was starting to lose hope.
Dumbledore looked miserably down at all the Order members and said impassively in a voice no one recognized,
"As you all know, Voldemort is gaining more and more followers, and is planning more attacks. The Wizarding World is losing faith in the fight for good!"
He stared everyone down with those words. He always knew how they felt. He started gaining feeling and power in his voice again this time though.
"But we mustn't give up!!!" He said.
The Order shifted, a little hope sparked in their eyes again, but not enough. The old man, with his weary eyes refused to give in.
"Perhaps Harry Potter is dead!" Everyone looked up startled at that statement, no one believes that for a second. Lupin with tired eyes, Tonks, who's hyperness and joy seemed to have left, and Vance, whos eyes showed nothing anymore.
"You wouldn't know it if he was! By the way you are acting, even if he is alive, you are almost certainly condemning him to death. You act as though the war is already lost!"
"Alas, but it is not! And I remind you, not even Harry Potter could save all the people the Order saved or took away as many Death Eaters as we did."
"We still must fight!!!!"
All the eyes in the Order now glowed with hope, they knew he was right..
Snape stared at the Order with cold eyes as Dumbledore sat down. His black eyes and black greasy hair consumed with something none of them recognized.
'He had to lie again. He couldn't tell them about Voltimore yet…' Snape thought
His eyes flickered for a second, then looked down and said the only things he could tell honestly.
"Voldemort is planning another attack, and Harry is indeed in Voldemorts lair."
All eyes flickered up at Snape, with that statement and the reassurance in his voice. Harry could make it, they all knew that. But for how long???
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Shadows were starting to fall in the Grangers house again. But it still didn't stop the cheery atmosphere inside. The living room where Mrs. Granger sat down in a chair, with plush carpet and a rug beneath her feet. Tired from all the work she did that day, she closed her eyes only to open them to find a owl sitting right in front of her.
"Hermione!! Ron sent you a Owl again!" Her mom yelled.
Hermione quickly ran downstairs and untied the letter from the owl, it was Pig, as she got a owl treat and put it in front of the owl beck. But the owl did not take it, instead, it delightedly fell down off the table with a load
"Plump"
'Poor bird' She thought, before she turned her attention to the letter and read.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Dear Hermione,
How are you dealing with Harry's disappearance? My whole family is miserable, it's like a part of them died. No one barly even talks unless it's about Revenge, Voldemort, or Death.
Bloody Hell, I don't know how you deal with it so well.
I hope Pig gets this letter to you in time, that blubber owl hasn't stopped all day. He is mad, I tell you! Anyways, I got to go. Mom is yelling dinner is ready. Bye.
Sincerely,
Ron Weasley
________________________________________________________________________________
Hermione looked up from the letter.
'Harry was missing!? Why wasn't that--'
"Mom! Where did you put the Dailey Prophet"
Her mother looked up startled, then put a finger to her chin and said,
"I am not sure deary, last I remember I left it on the counter."
Her mom smiled heartily at her.
"Why do you ask?"
Hermione quickly got up and went to the kitchen, she couldn't believe she had been so careless lately as to forget about the Dailey Prophet all week! She replied to her mom.
"Because Ron inquired in his Owl, that Harry was kidnapped. And if that's true then the Dailey Prophet would have been all over it by now"
He mom wondered for a second, why does that ring a bell..
Quickly Hermione found what she had been looking for, her face fell into despair as she saw the front page.
'How could she have been so careless!!!'
The Prophet in her hand started shaking, quickly before her mother could ask or assume what was wrong. Hermione ran up to her room. Undoubtedly doing something beneficial.
Her mother watched her leave, confusion covering her face as she wrinkled her forehead and thought to herself and stared out the window, nighttime approaching all too quickly. She quickly went upstairs to get dressed.
'I will never understand that Wizarding World of theirs.'
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To Be Continued:
Special Thanks To All My Reviews:
Star estrella: I am glad you like my story, keep reviewing!
Diana: lol, I am from Cal. And I am sorry I kept you waiting on this chapter.
Sallymander: I hope you like this chapter! Keep reviewing and tell me what you think!
Tempest: It was a hard chapter to write, and I kept getting writers block.
Keep Reviewing!!!
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Want A New Chapter??? Review!!!
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¸..· ´¨¨))
¸.·´ ·´¨¨))
((¸¸.·´ ..·´
Angeltears3