Disclaimer: First of all, I own none of the Harry Potter characters, their
names, or anything to do with them, they belong to J.K. Rowling (lucky
her)This is after Harry is out of Hogwarts. It is only rated PG-13
because I do not know yet what all will be in it.
Outside Chapter Two
"Ahhh," replied Fred, "I had almost forgot about those. But then I would have found these" he held up two cassettes. Ron blushed then dived at Fred, but he was too fast and Ron missed him by a foot.
"Oh come on Ronnykins, you did say lets think of something happy, and it makes Fred and I happy to torture you." added George. "Any way, what good would the cassettes do if you didn't have the player?" George pulled out the player and before Ron could do anything, he was scared numb, Fred put a cassette into the player.
"Two months...two months...Herm...wedding...two months..." was heard coming fom the player in Ron's voice. "Should we play any more?" Fred asked innocently.
"NOOOOOOO!!" Shouted Ron, then he quickly thought better of it. "I mean, I don't care...that's not me...you just made that up. Yeah, that's what you did!! You made it up."
"Ron, do you take Hermione as your lawfully married wife?" the cassette continued. "Oh, and Ron," continued Fred, "we had a question about that part. Why were you saying that part?
"because somebody had to in he dream." Ron answered before he realized his mistake. Once he thought about what he said, he along with Hermione, blushed, Ron to a deep magenta while Hermione not so much.
"Our point proven!" triumphed George "you admitted that you did say that in your dream.'
"We rest our case. "ended Fred.
. . .
The world was dark. He knew that it was not night, the world was covered in shadows. He saw bodies everywhere. Draco...Ron...Hermione...Fred...George...everyone. He didn't like seeing the world this way. It felt evil. It was evil. He knew it. He looked for a way to get away from all the darkness, but it surrounded him. He was scared. He was alone in the midst of death, decay....and evil. He fainted.
. . .
Harry's eyes were glazed over. He looked like he was detached from this world. One second, he was sitting firmly in his chair, the next all his muscles untightened, he wound off the chair and landed on the floor in a fetal position.
"Mum, what's wrong with Harry" Ron asked wearily.
"I don't know. Arthur, will you take Harry up to his room? Thank you." Mrs. Weasley responded. Once Harry was once from view, Mrs. Weasley started to mumble to herself. 'I knew he was to young and to scared to become an Auror. I should have said something. But that was what he really wanted to do. I don't know what to do anymore. "
Outside Chapter Two
"Ahhh," replied Fred, "I had almost forgot about those. But then I would have found these" he held up two cassettes. Ron blushed then dived at Fred, but he was too fast and Ron missed him by a foot.
"Oh come on Ronnykins, you did say lets think of something happy, and it makes Fred and I happy to torture you." added George. "Any way, what good would the cassettes do if you didn't have the player?" George pulled out the player and before Ron could do anything, he was scared numb, Fred put a cassette into the player.
"Two months...two months...Herm...wedding...two months..." was heard coming fom the player in Ron's voice. "Should we play any more?" Fred asked innocently.
"NOOOOOOO!!" Shouted Ron, then he quickly thought better of it. "I mean, I don't care...that's not me...you just made that up. Yeah, that's what you did!! You made it up."
"Ron, do you take Hermione as your lawfully married wife?" the cassette continued. "Oh, and Ron," continued Fred, "we had a question about that part. Why were you saying that part?
"because somebody had to in he dream." Ron answered before he realized his mistake. Once he thought about what he said, he along with Hermione, blushed, Ron to a deep magenta while Hermione not so much.
"Our point proven!" triumphed George "you admitted that you did say that in your dream.'
"We rest our case. "ended Fred.
. . .
The world was dark. He knew that it was not night, the world was covered in shadows. He saw bodies everywhere. Draco...Ron...Hermione...Fred...George...everyone. He didn't like seeing the world this way. It felt evil. It was evil. He knew it. He looked for a way to get away from all the darkness, but it surrounded him. He was scared. He was alone in the midst of death, decay....and evil. He fainted.
. . .
Harry's eyes were glazed over. He looked like he was detached from this world. One second, he was sitting firmly in his chair, the next all his muscles untightened, he wound off the chair and landed on the floor in a fetal position.
"Mum, what's wrong with Harry" Ron asked wearily.
"I don't know. Arthur, will you take Harry up to his room? Thank you." Mrs. Weasley responded. Once Harry was once from view, Mrs. Weasley started to mumble to herself. 'I knew he was to young and to scared to become an Auror. I should have said something. But that was what he really wanted to do. I don't know what to do anymore. "