Yes...this chapter's plot comes strictly from a title that the 6th book might
be named after...don't be mad when u read it...I just thought it was a cool
thing that my story had the same thing in it as her's [JK] might depending
on if they do use the GFT...but neways...I hope u enjoy...the next chapter should
be posted within the next couple of days...
A/N: this is coming along quite well if I do say so myself. Thanks to everyone whose helped me (especially elzabeth)...
Beware a minor cliff hanger!!! LoL...
CHAPTER 6: Dangerous News
The weekend came upon them faster than they would have anticipated. Hermione and Renee' sat in the girls dormitory getting ready with small butterflies in their stomachs, while Ron and Harry were busy talking about what might happen. They went down to the Great Hall to eat breakfast, although none of them really ate anything because of nerves.
Then they all went down to the entrance hall to make their way out to Hogsmeade. When they got their, they each wandered, hand in hand, pink with embarrassment, down to the Three Broomsticks for a warming butterbeer. They found a deserted table in the corner and sat down. While Ron went to go get their drinks, Harry's attention turned to an oddly familiar figure looming in the opposite corner of the pub. He was wearing a dark cloak and was hunched over a mug of what appeared to be whiskey. He suddenly turned to Harry and glared at him with a pair of horribly blue eyes. They were mysterious yet unrestricted. Harry gazed longingly into the eyes of this stranger and began to lose himself inside of the deep blue mysteries. All of a sudden the figure got up leaving the mug behind and left the pub.
"Harry?" Ron asked breaking Harry's concentration.
"Oh, sorry," Harry said coming back to reality.
"Who was that guy?" Renee' inquired.
"I dunno..." Harry answered.
"He looked sort of shady, though, didn't he?" Hermione added.
"It was odd," Harry stated, "He seems so familiar, but I just can't figure it out."
"Weird," Ron declared.
A few weeks passed and at breakfast one morning , as the owls flew in, Harry was in conversation with Alicia Spinnett and Katie Bell on the outlook for Gryffindor.
"We have a good chance," Katie said.
"I thought that was rather apparent," Alicia teased as a large barn owl dropped the Daily Prophet in front of Hermione. She was undoing the string when she gasped.
"What is it?" Harry questioned.
"Look," she uttered while turning the paper around to face Harry. Harry scanned the front page reading the enormous headline, 'Queen Attacked by the Dark Lord'. His heart was pounding nervously. So, he thought, I was right. The robbery did have to do with Voldemort.
' Breaking News at the Ministry of Magic reveals a plot of murder on the Queen. He-who-must-not-be-named was said to have used Dark Magic to enter the vault at Buckingham Palace to steal something that he has been after for a while now. When it wasn't found he apparated into the Queen's bedroom to see only an empty bed. Three muggle guards were found dead. The muggle police say that there was no struggle in their deaths after a tedious autopsy. (The way muggles tell how someone was killed) This concludes that he used the Unforgivable Curse. The Queen claims that she did not know what he-who-must-not-be-named was after, although we have inside sources that say that you-know-who was looking for a very powerful item called the Green Flame Torch. This Torch is a thing of mythology said to have extraordinary powers. In the hands of evil, it becomes a destroyer of anything good, while in the hands of righteousness good always prevails. No one knows for certain whether the Torch does exist but if it does, we must hope that it does not fall into the wrong hands,'
The article continued on for at least two more pages but Harry had seen enough. That's what he was after, Harry thought. That explains a lot. After everyone had read the article they looked around at each other. Ron's face was filled with fear, and Hermione just looked sick. Renee' sat still not knowing what to think because she, herself, had never come face to face with Voldemort.
"Why would the Queen have a magic Torch?" Hermione asked, finally breaking the silence.
"A torch that's not even supposed to exist," Harry added.
"This is all so weird!" Renee' declared.
"Yea," Ron agreed.
Christmas was coming more quickly than anyone expected. Everyone was becoming excited and restless. Talk of going home for the holiday was all any one talked about, except for Ron, Hermione, and Harry. Renee' told them that she had to go home to see her Nanny and when Harry had asked her if she was excited to go see her parents, she got a sad look on her face and shrugged. Harry got the idea that she didn't want to talk about it.
On the last day before the holiday Harry gave Renee' the gift he had sent someone from the Order to get her from a muggle shop.
"You really didn't have to get me anything," she told him. She had an odd look on her face.
"You know I did. When you fancy a person it's only right to get them a gift," Harry explained with an luminous grin on his face. Renee' unwrapped the green and red paper that was covering the small box. When she opened it, her face lit up with joy.
"I can't take this..." she said breathlessly.
"Yes you can, go ahead. Put it on," he insisted while looking at the beautiful necklace. Almost as beautiful as her, he thought. The necklace, scintillating enchantingly, was made of a thin silver chain. There was a small white stone hanging gracefully from it surrounded by diamonds. The jeweler magazine Harry had ordered it from said that the white stone was opal, and that in the right light, the fire in it would change colors.
"It's gorgeous, I love it. Thank you so much," she screamed and reached to give him a hug. "Well, I guess I'll give you your's now," she laughed. She ran up to her dormitory and gave back carrying a long package. It was wrapped in a crème colored paper. When she handed it to Harry, he noticed that it was much lighter than he thought it would be. He delicately unwrapped the paper and, to his surprise, there was a skinny broom inside. His stomach turned over. It was the Flame Flicker.
"Y—you--," he stuttered. Harry was in awe. He never would have thought she'd have gotten him a broom, especially the most expensive, best broom she could get him. He closed his eyes tight and then re-opened them just to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
"You don't like it?" she asked nervously. Her eyebrows were flexed slightly to give her the appearance that she would cry if he said no.
"Are you serious? I love it, its just— well, this broom is really expensive... you shouldn't have spent so much on me," he told her.
"Well, look at it this way, it wasn't my money so technically I didn't lose anything," her eyes were sparkling wickedly. "There's something I haven't told you about my family," she said. Her tone suddenly changed into a very serious one. "My mom and dad are very wealthy," she said slowly as if trying to think of what to say, "They gave me around 1000 galleons just this year alone to make sure I had enough to buy anything I wanted. Sometimes I hate it, I would much rather them give me 10 galleons and their love, instead," she whispered. Harry could tell that she was trying her hardest not to cry.
"Oh," he whispered in return and pulled her in close to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and began to cry. Harry patted her back and uttered soft condolences into her hear. When finally she realized what she was doing, she sat up wiped her eyes, smiled apologetically and went up to her dormitory. She didn't want him to think that she was a cry baby or that she just wanted him to feel sorry for her, because, in reality, she never even wanted him to know.
Harry woke bright and early the next morning to see her off to the Hogwarts Express. He carried the larger bag while she carried a smaller one and her purse. When he had seen her safely onto the train and it was about to leave, he leaned in to give her a hug, then suddenly found his lips on hers. Much dryer this time, he thought on his way back up to the castle.
When he entered the Great Hall there were only around 15 people staying. He sat down next to Ron and across from Hermione. He was just about to get done telling them about the broom when Ron interrupted.
"She got you the Flame Flicker?" said an awe-struck Ron.
"Yea, turns out her parents are really wealthy," Harry answered.
"I know. She talks about them all the time,--to me," Hermione added.
"She seems to get really sad every time I ask her," he said curiously.
"That's because her parents aren't really the best to her," she said. "She usually spends all her time with her Nanny. I think her name is Pat or Patty. All I know is that Patty raised her."
"There's got to be more to her story..." Harry decided. But he didn't have time to think because right then Firenze approached him and asked to see him immediately.
"I need to discuss something important with you," Firenze said soberly.
Hehehe...I hope yawl r all worried...you should be...hehehe...
I'll give yawl a lil sneak peek! This may be in the next chapter...or it may be in the last...I guess you'll just have to read and find out...
"Yes, I have Seen her die after you try to save her," he said with a grave expression on his face.
"No! You have to be wrong," Harry said hopelessly.
A/N: this is coming along quite well if I do say so myself. Thanks to everyone whose helped me (especially elzabeth)...
Beware a minor cliff hanger!!! LoL...
CHAPTER 6: Dangerous News
The weekend came upon them faster than they would have anticipated. Hermione and Renee' sat in the girls dormitory getting ready with small butterflies in their stomachs, while Ron and Harry were busy talking about what might happen. They went down to the Great Hall to eat breakfast, although none of them really ate anything because of nerves.
Then they all went down to the entrance hall to make their way out to Hogsmeade. When they got their, they each wandered, hand in hand, pink with embarrassment, down to the Three Broomsticks for a warming butterbeer. They found a deserted table in the corner and sat down. While Ron went to go get their drinks, Harry's attention turned to an oddly familiar figure looming in the opposite corner of the pub. He was wearing a dark cloak and was hunched over a mug of what appeared to be whiskey. He suddenly turned to Harry and glared at him with a pair of horribly blue eyes. They were mysterious yet unrestricted. Harry gazed longingly into the eyes of this stranger and began to lose himself inside of the deep blue mysteries. All of a sudden the figure got up leaving the mug behind and left the pub.
"Harry?" Ron asked breaking Harry's concentration.
"Oh, sorry," Harry said coming back to reality.
"Who was that guy?" Renee' inquired.
"I dunno..." Harry answered.
"He looked sort of shady, though, didn't he?" Hermione added.
"It was odd," Harry stated, "He seems so familiar, but I just can't figure it out."
"Weird," Ron declared.
A few weeks passed and at breakfast one morning , as the owls flew in, Harry was in conversation with Alicia Spinnett and Katie Bell on the outlook for Gryffindor.
"We have a good chance," Katie said.
"I thought that was rather apparent," Alicia teased as a large barn owl dropped the Daily Prophet in front of Hermione. She was undoing the string when she gasped.
"What is it?" Harry questioned.
"Look," she uttered while turning the paper around to face Harry. Harry scanned the front page reading the enormous headline, 'Queen Attacked by the Dark Lord'. His heart was pounding nervously. So, he thought, I was right. The robbery did have to do with Voldemort.
' Breaking News at the Ministry of Magic reveals a plot of murder on the Queen. He-who-must-not-be-named was said to have used Dark Magic to enter the vault at Buckingham Palace to steal something that he has been after for a while now. When it wasn't found he apparated into the Queen's bedroom to see only an empty bed. Three muggle guards were found dead. The muggle police say that there was no struggle in their deaths after a tedious autopsy. (The way muggles tell how someone was killed) This concludes that he used the Unforgivable Curse. The Queen claims that she did not know what he-who-must-not-be-named was after, although we have inside sources that say that you-know-who was looking for a very powerful item called the Green Flame Torch. This Torch is a thing of mythology said to have extraordinary powers. In the hands of evil, it becomes a destroyer of anything good, while in the hands of righteousness good always prevails. No one knows for certain whether the Torch does exist but if it does, we must hope that it does not fall into the wrong hands,'
The article continued on for at least two more pages but Harry had seen enough. That's what he was after, Harry thought. That explains a lot. After everyone had read the article they looked around at each other. Ron's face was filled with fear, and Hermione just looked sick. Renee' sat still not knowing what to think because she, herself, had never come face to face with Voldemort.
"Why would the Queen have a magic Torch?" Hermione asked, finally breaking the silence.
"A torch that's not even supposed to exist," Harry added.
"This is all so weird!" Renee' declared.
"Yea," Ron agreed.
Christmas was coming more quickly than anyone expected. Everyone was becoming excited and restless. Talk of going home for the holiday was all any one talked about, except for Ron, Hermione, and Harry. Renee' told them that she had to go home to see her Nanny and when Harry had asked her if she was excited to go see her parents, she got a sad look on her face and shrugged. Harry got the idea that she didn't want to talk about it.
On the last day before the holiday Harry gave Renee' the gift he had sent someone from the Order to get her from a muggle shop.
"You really didn't have to get me anything," she told him. She had an odd look on her face.
"You know I did. When you fancy a person it's only right to get them a gift," Harry explained with an luminous grin on his face. Renee' unwrapped the green and red paper that was covering the small box. When she opened it, her face lit up with joy.
"I can't take this..." she said breathlessly.
"Yes you can, go ahead. Put it on," he insisted while looking at the beautiful necklace. Almost as beautiful as her, he thought. The necklace, scintillating enchantingly, was made of a thin silver chain. There was a small white stone hanging gracefully from it surrounded by diamonds. The jeweler magazine Harry had ordered it from said that the white stone was opal, and that in the right light, the fire in it would change colors.
"It's gorgeous, I love it. Thank you so much," she screamed and reached to give him a hug. "Well, I guess I'll give you your's now," she laughed. She ran up to her dormitory and gave back carrying a long package. It was wrapped in a crème colored paper. When she handed it to Harry, he noticed that it was much lighter than he thought it would be. He delicately unwrapped the paper and, to his surprise, there was a skinny broom inside. His stomach turned over. It was the Flame Flicker.
"Y—you--," he stuttered. Harry was in awe. He never would have thought she'd have gotten him a broom, especially the most expensive, best broom she could get him. He closed his eyes tight and then re-opened them just to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
"You don't like it?" she asked nervously. Her eyebrows were flexed slightly to give her the appearance that she would cry if he said no.
"Are you serious? I love it, its just— well, this broom is really expensive... you shouldn't have spent so much on me," he told her.
"Well, look at it this way, it wasn't my money so technically I didn't lose anything," her eyes were sparkling wickedly. "There's something I haven't told you about my family," she said. Her tone suddenly changed into a very serious one. "My mom and dad are very wealthy," she said slowly as if trying to think of what to say, "They gave me around 1000 galleons just this year alone to make sure I had enough to buy anything I wanted. Sometimes I hate it, I would much rather them give me 10 galleons and their love, instead," she whispered. Harry could tell that she was trying her hardest not to cry.
"Oh," he whispered in return and pulled her in close to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and began to cry. Harry patted her back and uttered soft condolences into her hear. When finally she realized what she was doing, she sat up wiped her eyes, smiled apologetically and went up to her dormitory. She didn't want him to think that she was a cry baby or that she just wanted him to feel sorry for her, because, in reality, she never even wanted him to know.
Harry woke bright and early the next morning to see her off to the Hogwarts Express. He carried the larger bag while she carried a smaller one and her purse. When he had seen her safely onto the train and it was about to leave, he leaned in to give her a hug, then suddenly found his lips on hers. Much dryer this time, he thought on his way back up to the castle.
When he entered the Great Hall there were only around 15 people staying. He sat down next to Ron and across from Hermione. He was just about to get done telling them about the broom when Ron interrupted.
"She got you the Flame Flicker?" said an awe-struck Ron.
"Yea, turns out her parents are really wealthy," Harry answered.
"I know. She talks about them all the time,--to me," Hermione added.
"She seems to get really sad every time I ask her," he said curiously.
"That's because her parents aren't really the best to her," she said. "She usually spends all her time with her Nanny. I think her name is Pat or Patty. All I know is that Patty raised her."
"There's got to be more to her story..." Harry decided. But he didn't have time to think because right then Firenze approached him and asked to see him immediately.
"I need to discuss something important with you," Firenze said soberly.
Hehehe...I hope yawl r all worried...you should be...hehehe...
I'll give yawl a lil sneak peek! This may be in the next chapter...or it may be in the last...I guess you'll just have to read and find out...
"Yes, I have Seen her die after you try to save her," he said with a grave expression on his face.
"No! You have to be wrong," Harry said hopelessly.