Additional Authors Note as of 7/04/04
I had posted this authors note as a seprate chapter earlier in the week, but I got a notice from ff.net that it was against the guidelines to have an Author Note chapter. So I'm posting this along with chapter six. Pardon my excuse you may now continue to read my real authors note.
Ok, I know I said I'd update once a week, and obviously I didn't do that, but I have an explanation. I started writing chapter seven a long time ago, but I came to my scenes and realized that this fic was going nowhere. So please here me out, I am not going to be continuing this story. But, I do have good news, I decided to write another story, one that I actually have the interest in, to keep it going. I plan to go into a massive amount of detail with this new story, and it will actually have a plot. The catch, I'm going to finish it before I post it. So, considering how much work I intended to put into it, it could be awhile before it gets posted, but I'll try my best. I'm waiting tell it's finished before I post it for both my benefit and yours. When it does get posted I will release each chapter in one week intervals. I also believe I will be able to keep my interest in this fic alive if I wait until I finish before I post.
To set your doubts aside you'll be glad to know that I have already begun the outline and I know exactly where it will be going. This story will also take place in Harry's sixth year. It's going to be chop full of mystery and angst. In comparison to Fates of War my new fic will include physical child abuse. We will also discover the roots of Harry's family and Sirius's life out of the wizarding world. This including the mystery that is Mark Evans. The relationships will have more depth and meaning. I also have the plot for the sequel figured out. This story will be one worth waiting for!
If your interested in being informed when I post it please send me a review with your email address. I hope you have not lost faith in me, but have gained more. When my new story does release I ask you to give it a chance.
Harry spent most of the morning in his room, trying to distract himself from the nauseous feeling in his stomach. Ron had gone off doing who knows what, and Hermione was probably somewhere with Ginny. So Harry Potter sat on his bed reading Quidditch through the ages for the hundredth time, and hoping if he sat still long enough he might be able to have a go on his broom later this afternoon.
He threw the book aside after realizing if he read another page he was going to be sick. Heaving a sigh, he got off the bed and looked out of the gloomy bedroom window into the clear sky. The backyard was as plain as ever, with only the trees swaying lightly in the distance.
Harry turned from the window and looked around the room he was sulking in. At the moment it felt a bit like being back at Hogwarts with Dean and Neville also occupying the house.
Deciding it was best to distract himself before his thoughts took him to dangerous places, he began rummaging through his trunk looking for some parchment to do some sketching. As he looked in the large crate, he soon realized it was about time to organize it properly. It was filled with unfolded clothes and miscellaneous objects thrown haphazardly into the trunk. He randomly stuck his arm into the large mess of clothes, shifting through the mess when something sharp pricked his hand. He recoiled his hand out of reflex. Placing his hand back in the trunk and hesitantly moving the clothes, he saw a broken shard of glass reflecting the sunlight from the window behind him.
He saw a dozen moments of Sirius's frozen face flash before his eyes. Harry slammed the lid shut and turned away from the crate breathing heavily. He closed his eyes and took deep breath to help regain a steady pulse once more. When he opened his eyes again Ron was standing in the doorway, gazing at him intently.
"You okay, mate?"
"Yeah, fine," said Harry. Ron looked unsure but he seemed set on the more pressing matters at hand.
"You think you're up for a fly?" Harry honestly didn't think he was, but ignored the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach for the more prominent longing for the wind in his face.
"Definitely, would you mind getting my broom out of my trunk?" Harry didn't feel like having another disturbing flashback.
"Sure, you lazy git," Ron smirked when Harry threw a pillow at him good-naturedly.
Harry made his way to the basin below the mirror, on the bedside table. He cupped the rippling water in his hands, and stared at it for a moment as the water calmed and evened out. He looked up at his ghostly reflection and in one swift movement threw the water onto his face. He dried his face on a hand towel and turned to face Ron, who was looking at him with concern etched on his face.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he lied.
It was then that Harry noticed Ron shouldering two brooms; he handed one off to Harry, who was deliberately trying not to look at it. He was trying to keep the memories of Sirius to a minimum today.
He and Ron headed down the stairs, brooms in tow. When they reached the back sunroom. Harry stopped in his tracks.
"Are you sure this is safe?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Just checking. I've never been out there before." As Ron opened the door and Harry stepped onto the grassy terrain, he was met by an explosion of noise and lights. Once his vision was restored, he observed the many excited faces. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny stood off to his right. In the back row, Tonks, Kingsley, Moody, McGonagall, Hagrid, and, much to Harry's surprise (and not necessarily delight), stood Albus Dumbledore.
The mass group in the front row surprised him more than the Headmaster's appearance. In front of him were the many faces of Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom (not a big shock there), as well as Seamus Finnigan, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Colin and Dennis Creevy (that explained the flashing lights), and Lee Jordan.
Ginny gave him a light push in the small of his back. He stumbled forward and smiled awkwardly at the group of people surrounding him. He wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to do, but luckily that was decided for him. Ron came around from his side.
"Come on, let's set up a game," he nodded to towards the field in the distance. Where there once was an empty field, now stood a full size quidditch pitch. "Ready to beat the pants off Ginny?"
Harry blushed, "definitely." As Harry walked across the lawn he noticed Fred and George come out from was looked like a DJ booth, ready to join the game.
The two teams divided up. On Harry's team was Ron as keeper, Fred and Dean as beaters, and Remus, Parvati, and Colin as chasers. Ginny's team consisted of Padma as Keeper, George and Seamus as beaters, and Tonks, Dennis, and Lavender as chasers.
As the teams took their places, the rest of the party took seats on the collapsible metal bleachers. Lee Jordan took his seat, pulled out his wand, and muttered 'sonorus' under his breath.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the first Harry Potter Birthday Quidditch Match of the year. Actually the only one of the year considering Harry only has one birthday a year," he paused. "Oh well, back to the match. Let the game begin."
Harry pushed off the ground into the air. The wind blowing in his face, the feeling of his stomach dropping with every turn he made. This is where he belonged. He whipped his broom around and circled high above the other players. He spotted Ginny on the opposite side of the pitch. She was balancing perfectly on her broom while she swiftly pulled her gleaming red hair into a loose ponytail.
Slightly distracted by her elegant, flowing red hair, he pulled himself out of his revere and focused back on the match. He was so high up by now that he couldn't make out Lee's comentation anymore.
As he soared high above the sky he watched as Colin and Dennis weaved in and out of the players, balls, and posts. He would have to mention the future prospects to the new captain. Parvati was doing fine, but nothing to take note of. Lavender Brown wasn't doing nearly as well as the others, and looked as though she was regretting ever getting on the broom.
Seamus and Dean were also playing well alongside Fred and George. Harry noticed the twins swoop down on his roommates, whispering helpful hints on the art of beating. Harry also took note of the two boys.
Harry's team was currently up by fifty points, most likely because of the more skilled players. As Harry observed the pitch from above he noticed that Remus was actually a very decent player.
He could just imagine Remus, Sirius, and his father flying merrily, looping through the goals, while cowardly Pettigrew stood on the field admiring from below.
Harry once again pulled himself from his musings before they tread to dangerous waters. He did a couple of loopdy-loops to reawaken himself. As he resteadied himself on his broom, he saw a glint of gold at the bottom of the right hand goal post.
He took off instantaneously. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Ginny pull in from behind. He concentrated wholly on the snitch, pushing forward on the broom, the wind roaring in his ears. Harry reached a hand out for the golden ball. Right as he clasped his fingers down the snitch shot off to his right. Making a sharp turn which caused him to grimace in pain at the affects the pressure was having on his ribs.
Harry zoomed after the ball; Ginny was still on his tail. He shot his hand out and clasped the tiny ball in his fist.
He heard polite applause from the spectators who were gathered on the side of the field.
Harry touched down, the ball still clutched in his hand. Remus was the first to come over. He complimented Ginny, and headed over to Harry.
Remus gingerly patted Harry on the back, and looked dreamily up at the pitch.
"I swear, you looked just like your dad up there," Harry stared at the ground, "and Harry- Harry look at me," he looked up reluctantly, "that's a compliment." Remus never let his eyes leave Harry's.
"I know," he whispered.
"Hey, Harry!" Harry turned to face a boisterous Fred and George. "Harry, that was bloody brilliant."
"Err- thanks?"
"Mum even got a picture, just so we could deflate that ego of Charlie's."
"Well, thanks," Harry took a quick glance towards the house to make sure it was deserted. "Could you excuse me for a second?"
"Sure, mate!" Harry headed across the field and through the backdoor of the house. He made a left in the hall where the portrait of Sirius' mother used to lay, and headed into the grimy powder room. Shutting the door behind himself he looked into the cracked mirror.
The boy that stared back at him had pale sunken skin, dark circles under his eyes, a mop of messy raven hair, and emerald green eyes that showed none of the laughter that used to hold. Harry was so sick of this reflection; it brought back too may sorrows, too much pain. He turned away.
Harry lifted his shirt and groaned in pain. The terrycloth wrap was still wound around his chest and, like so many times before, was spotted with blood.
He reached his hand towards his back so he could unwrap the stained cloth, but he recoiled immediately. The pain in his right rib was preventing him from uncoiling the wrap.
Winded he took his seat on the toilet lid. Again he tried to reach the cloth from the other side and he yelled in pain again as he stretched his healing ribs. Harry was really beginning to regret ever getting on his broom.
Once again he put his head in his hands and tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.
Many faces crowded the lawn, all busy in the excitement of the afternoon. Most were bustling about preparing for the gift giving ceremony.
But one man stood alone from the rest. All the people around him were too busy to notice his distant façade, and he was too lost in his own thoughts to notice the energy filled people around him.
Harry had left quite a while ago, and Remus was beginning to worry. The unusual thing was that he had been trying to slip away unnoticed. It had now been fifteen minutes and, being the fathering person Remus became when he beginning to worry, he left his unmoving stance and began a quick pace back towards the ever-looming home.
Sorry this chapter took so long, I didn't get a chance to get together with my beta/typist. And would all of you please check out her story Harry Potter and the Year of Revenge, by Formally Known as Erin and tell her to update soon. I have now decided I will be updating once a week. As for the format, I didn't do that it's typed normally on my computer, but when I post it got like that. I'm trying something different for this chapter. So I apologize if it turns out like that again. Also I forgot to put this in the earlier summary, THERE WILL BE CHARACTER DEATH! Just as a warning. Thanks a bunch to my reviewer. PLEASE REVIEW!! Gracias.
Melanie- are you happy I am now updating regularly. It was your review that made me decide to do this; I really appreciate your support. I still have trouble believing that my story is any good! Thanks!
Cintishortstop- that was an interesting idea, I'll take it into consideration.
Lilyangle21- that was a wonderful review, I'm so happy you enjoy this. I'm trying to take the Harry/Ginny thing very slowly, and I hope it meets to you standards.
A Loyal Reader- High Praise indeed. I think I've taken care of all of your requests, and I'm glad you're enjoying the story
aalikane- hopefully you won't have such a long wait anymore
Itladyc- hey girly, yes this will be H/G and R/Hr. I'm not sure if I will include the Snape and Mark thing, but I will definitely have Mark in here.
Rhiannia- this may sound cruel but I'm glad I nearly made you cry I accomplished my goal.
NightScape- thanks much; I'm glad I've got the characters right, to me that's what makes a good story.
Formerly Known As Erin- So talk about updating soon, that's your job now missy. Thanks for typing as always I am in you debt.
Froggyy1- Thanks for the rating those always boost my self-esteem.
Melindaleo- yeah, I rarely like the fics where Malfoy is good, as well. I am glad you noticed Ron's loyalty to Harry that will be an important
Additional Authors Note as of 7/04/04
Ok, I know I said I'd update once a week, and obviously I didn't do that, but I have an explanation. I started writing chapter seven a long time ago, but I came to my scenes and realized that this fic was going nowhere. So please here me out, I am not going to be continuing this story. But, I do have good news, I decided to write another story, one that I actually have the interest in, to keep it going. I plan to go into a massive amount of detail with this new story, and it will actually have a plot. The catch, I'm going to finish it before I post it. So, considering how much work I intended to put into it, it could be awhile before it gets posted, but I'll try my best. I'm waiting tell it's finished before I post it for both my benefit and yours. When it does get posted I will release each chapter in one week intervals. I also believe I will be able to keep my interest in this fic alive if I wait until I finish before I post.
To set your doubts aside you'll be glad to know that I have already begun the outline and I know exactly where it will be going. This story will also take place in Harry's sixth year. It's going to be chop full of mystery and angst. In comparison to Fates of War my new fic will include physical child abuse. We will also discover the roots of Harry's family and Sirius's life out of the wizarding world. This including the mystery that is Mark Evans. The relationships will have more depth and meaning. I also have the plot for the sequel figured out. This story will be one worth waiting for!
If your interested in being informed when I post it please send me a review with your email address. I hope you have not lost faith in me, but have gained more. When my new story does release I ask you to give it a chance.
I had posted this authors note as a seprate chapter earlier in the week, but I got a notice from ff.net that it was against the guidelines to have an Author Note chapter. So I'm posting this along with chapter six. Pardon my excuse you may now continue to read my real authors note.
Ok, I know I said I'd update once a week, and obviously I didn't do that, but I have an explanation. I started writing chapter seven a long time ago, but I came to my scenes and realized that this fic was going nowhere. So please here me out, I am not going to be continuing this story. But, I do have good news, I decided to write another story, one that I actually have the interest in, to keep it going. I plan to go into a massive amount of detail with this new story, and it will actually have a plot. The catch, I'm going to finish it before I post it. So, considering how much work I intended to put into it, it could be awhile before it gets posted, but I'll try my best. I'm waiting tell it's finished before I post it for both my benefit and yours. When it does get posted I will release each chapter in one week intervals. I also believe I will be able to keep my interest in this fic alive if I wait until I finish before I post.
To set your doubts aside you'll be glad to know that I have already begun the outline and I know exactly where it will be going. This story will also take place in Harry's sixth year. It's going to be chop full of mystery and angst. In comparison to Fates of War my new fic will include physical child abuse. We will also discover the roots of Harry's family and Sirius's life out of the wizarding world. This including the mystery that is Mark Evans. The relationships will have more depth and meaning. I also have the plot for the sequel figured out. This story will be one worth waiting for!
If your interested in being informed when I post it please send me a review with your email address. I hope you have not lost faith in me, but have gained more. When my new story does release I ask you to give it a chance.
Harry spent most of the morning in his room, trying to distract himself from the nauseous feeling in his stomach. Ron had gone off doing who knows what, and Hermione was probably somewhere with Ginny. So Harry Potter sat on his bed reading Quidditch through the ages for the hundredth time, and hoping if he sat still long enough he might be able to have a go on his broom later this afternoon.
He threw the book aside after realizing if he read another page he was going to be sick. Heaving a sigh, he got off the bed and looked out of the gloomy bedroom window into the clear sky. The backyard was as plain as ever, with only the trees swaying lightly in the distance.
Harry turned from the window and looked around the room he was sulking in. At the moment it felt a bit like being back at Hogwarts with Dean and Neville also occupying the house.
Deciding it was best to distract himself before his thoughts took him to dangerous places, he began rummaging through his trunk looking for some parchment to do some sketching. As he looked in the large crate, he soon realized it was about time to organize it properly. It was filled with unfolded clothes and miscellaneous objects thrown haphazardly into the trunk. He randomly stuck his arm into the large mess of clothes, shifting through the mess when something sharp pricked his hand. He recoiled his hand out of reflex. Placing his hand back in the trunk and hesitantly moving the clothes, he saw a broken shard of glass reflecting the sunlight from the window behind him.
He saw a dozen moments of Sirius's frozen face flash before his eyes. Harry slammed the lid shut and turned away from the crate breathing heavily. He closed his eyes and took deep breath to help regain a steady pulse once more. When he opened his eyes again Ron was standing in the doorway, gazing at him intently.
"You okay, mate?"
"Yeah, fine," said Harry. Ron looked unsure but he seemed set on the more pressing matters at hand.
"You think you're up for a fly?" Harry honestly didn't think he was, but ignored the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach for the more prominent longing for the wind in his face.
"Definitely, would you mind getting my broom out of my trunk?" Harry didn't feel like having another disturbing flashback.
"Sure, you lazy git," Ron smirked when Harry threw a pillow at him good-naturedly.
Harry made his way to the basin below the mirror, on the bedside table. He cupped the rippling water in his hands, and stared at it for a moment as the water calmed and evened out. He looked up at his ghostly reflection and in one swift movement threw the water onto his face. He dried his face on a hand towel and turned to face Ron, who was looking at him with concern etched on his face.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he lied.
It was then that Harry noticed Ron shouldering two brooms; he handed one off to Harry, who was deliberately trying not to look at it. He was trying to keep the memories of Sirius to a minimum today.
He and Ron headed down the stairs, brooms in tow. When they reached the back sunroom. Harry stopped in his tracks.
"Are you sure this is safe?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Just checking. I've never been out there before." As Ron opened the door and Harry stepped onto the grassy terrain, he was met by an explosion of noise and lights. Once his vision was restored, he observed the many excited faces. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny stood off to his right. In the back row, Tonks, Kingsley, Moody, McGonagall, Hagrid, and, much to Harry's surprise (and not necessarily delight), stood Albus Dumbledore.
The mass group in the front row surprised him more than the Headmaster's appearance. In front of him were the many faces of Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom (not a big shock there), as well as Seamus Finnigan, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Colin and Dennis Creevy (that explained the flashing lights), and Lee Jordan.
Ginny gave him a light push in the small of his back. He stumbled forward and smiled awkwardly at the group of people surrounding him. He wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to do, but luckily that was decided for him. Ron came around from his side.
"Come on, let's set up a game," he nodded to towards the field in the distance. Where there once was an empty field, now stood a full size quidditch pitch. "Ready to beat the pants off Ginny?"
Harry blushed, "definitely." As Harry walked across the lawn he noticed Fred and George come out from was looked like a DJ booth, ready to join the game.
The two teams divided up. On Harry's team was Ron as keeper, Fred and Dean as beaters, and Remus, Parvati, and Colin as chasers. Ginny's team consisted of Padma as Keeper, George and Seamus as beaters, and Tonks, Dennis, and Lavender as chasers.
As the teams took their places, the rest of the party took seats on the collapsible metal bleachers. Lee Jordan took his seat, pulled out his wand, and muttered 'sonorus' under his breath.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the first Harry Potter Birthday Quidditch Match of the year. Actually the only one of the year considering Harry only has one birthday a year," he paused. "Oh well, back to the match. Let the game begin."
Harry pushed off the ground into the air. The wind blowing in his face, the feeling of his stomach dropping with every turn he made. This is where he belonged. He whipped his broom around and circled high above the other players. He spotted Ginny on the opposite side of the pitch. She was balancing perfectly on her broom while she swiftly pulled her gleaming red hair into a loose ponytail.
Slightly distracted by her elegant, flowing red hair, he pulled himself out of his revere and focused back on the match. He was so high up by now that he couldn't make out Lee's comentation anymore.
As he soared high above the sky he watched as Colin and Dennis weaved in and out of the players, balls, and posts. He would have to mention the future prospects to the new captain. Parvati was doing fine, but nothing to take note of. Lavender Brown wasn't doing nearly as well as the others, and looked as though she was regretting ever getting on the broom.
Seamus and Dean were also playing well alongside Fred and George. Harry noticed the twins swoop down on his roommates, whispering helpful hints on the art of beating. Harry also took note of the two boys.
Harry's team was currently up by fifty points, most likely because of the more skilled players. As Harry observed the pitch from above he noticed that Remus was actually a very decent player.
He could just imagine Remus, Sirius, and his father flying merrily, looping through the goals, while cowardly Pettigrew stood on the field admiring from below.
Harry once again pulled himself from his musings before they tread to dangerous waters. He did a couple of loopdy-loops to reawaken himself. As he resteadied himself on his broom, he saw a glint of gold at the bottom of the right hand goal post.
He took off instantaneously. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Ginny pull in from behind. He concentrated wholly on the snitch, pushing forward on the broom, the wind roaring in his ears. Harry reached a hand out for the golden ball. Right as he clasped his fingers down the snitch shot off to his right. Making a sharp turn which caused him to grimace in pain at the affects the pressure was having on his ribs.
Harry zoomed after the ball; Ginny was still on his tail. He shot his hand out and clasped the tiny ball in his fist.
He heard polite applause from the spectators who were gathered on the side of the field.
Harry touched down, the ball still clutched in his hand. Remus was the first to come over. He complimented Ginny, and headed over to Harry.
Remus gingerly patted Harry on the back, and looked dreamily up at the pitch.
"I swear, you looked just like your dad up there," Harry stared at the ground, "and Harry- Harry look at me," he looked up reluctantly, "that's a compliment." Remus never let his eyes leave Harry's.
"I know," he whispered.
"Hey, Harry!" Harry turned to face a boisterous Fred and George. "Harry, that was bloody brilliant."
"Err- thanks?"
"Mum even got a picture, just so we could deflate that ego of Charlie's."
"Well, thanks," Harry took a quick glance towards the house to make sure it was deserted. "Could you excuse me for a second?"
"Sure, mate!" Harry headed across the field and through the backdoor of the house. He made a left in the hall where the portrait of Sirius' mother used to lay, and headed into the grimy powder room. Shutting the door behind himself he looked into the cracked mirror.
The boy that stared back at him had pale sunken skin, dark circles under his eyes, a mop of messy raven hair, and emerald green eyes that showed none of the laughter that used to hold. Harry was so sick of this reflection; it brought back too may sorrows, too much pain. He turned away.
Harry lifted his shirt and groaned in pain. The terrycloth wrap was still wound around his chest and, like so many times before, was spotted with blood.
He reached his hand towards his back so he could unwrap the stained cloth, but he recoiled immediately. The pain in his right rib was preventing him from uncoiling the wrap.
Winded he took his seat on the toilet lid. Again he tried to reach the cloth from the other side and he yelled in pain again as he stretched his healing ribs. Harry was really beginning to regret ever getting on his broom.
Once again he put his head in his hands and tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.
Many faces crowded the lawn, all busy in the excitement of the afternoon. Most were bustling about preparing for the gift giving ceremony.
But one man stood alone from the rest. All the people around him were too busy to notice his distant façade, and he was too lost in his own thoughts to notice the energy filled people around him.
Harry had left quite a while ago, and Remus was beginning to worry. The unusual thing was that he had been trying to slip away unnoticed. It had now been fifteen minutes and, being the fathering person Remus became when he beginning to worry, he left his unmoving stance and began a quick pace back towards the ever-looming home.
Sorry this chapter took so long, I didn't get a chance to get together with my beta/typist. And would all of you please check out her story Harry Potter and the Year of Revenge, by Formally Known as Erin and tell her to update soon. I have now decided I will be updating once a week. As for the format, I didn't do that it's typed normally on my computer, but when I post it got like that. I'm trying something different for this chapter. So I apologize if it turns out like that again. Also I forgot to put this in the earlier summary, THERE WILL BE CHARACTER DEATH! Just as a warning. Thanks a bunch to my reviewer. PLEASE REVIEW!! Gracias.
Melanie- are you happy I am now updating regularly. It was your review that made me decide to do this; I really appreciate your support. I still have trouble believing that my story is any good! Thanks!
Cintishortstop- that was an interesting idea, I'll take it into consideration.
Lilyangle21- that was a wonderful review, I'm so happy you enjoy this. I'm trying to take the Harry/Ginny thing very slowly, and I hope it meets to you standards.
A Loyal Reader- High Praise indeed. I think I've taken care of all of your requests, and I'm glad you're enjoying the story
aalikane- hopefully you won't have such a long wait anymore
Itladyc- hey girly, yes this will be H/G and R/Hr. I'm not sure if I will include the Snape and Mark thing, but I will definitely have Mark in here.
Rhiannia- this may sound cruel but I'm glad I nearly made you cry I accomplished my goal.
NightScape- thanks much; I'm glad I've got the characters right, to me that's what makes a good story.
Formerly Known As Erin- So talk about updating soon, that's your job now missy. Thanks for typing as always I am in you debt.
Froggyy1- Thanks for the rating those always boost my self-esteem.
Melindaleo- yeah, I rarely like the fics where Malfoy is good, as well. I am glad you noticed Ron's loyalty to Harry that will be an important
Additional Authors Note as of 7/04/04
Ok, I know I said I'd update once a week, and obviously I didn't do that, but I have an explanation. I started writing chapter seven a long time ago, but I came to my scenes and realized that this fic was going nowhere. So please here me out, I am not going to be continuing this story. But, I do have good news, I decided to write another story, one that I actually have the interest in, to keep it going. I plan to go into a massive amount of detail with this new story, and it will actually have a plot. The catch, I'm going to finish it before I post it. So, considering how much work I intended to put into it, it could be awhile before it gets posted, but I'll try my best. I'm waiting tell it's finished before I post it for both my benefit and yours. When it does get posted I will release each chapter in one week intervals. I also believe I will be able to keep my interest in this fic alive if I wait until I finish before I post.
To set your doubts aside you'll be glad to know that I have already begun the outline and I know exactly where it will be going. This story will also take place in Harry's sixth year. It's going to be chop full of mystery and angst. In comparison to Fates of War my new fic will include physical child abuse. We will also discover the roots of Harry's family and Sirius's life out of the wizarding world. This including the mystery that is Mark Evans. The relationships will have more depth and meaning. I also have the plot for the sequel figured out. This story will be one worth waiting for!
If your interested in being informed when I post it please send me a review with your email address. I hope you have not lost faith in me, but have gained more. When my new story does release I ask you to give it a chance.