A/N: hey guys, it's updating time, thanks to all of my reviewers (all three
of you)...your reviews were greatly appreciated...anyways, here is the
second chapter....and to all of you who asked me where the romance
was.....be patient!!!! it's coming soon!
Disclaimer: I own only the idea for this story, JK Rowling owns the rest
Chapter two: questions
Harry hurried back up the dim staircase to his bedroom. Once there, he grabbed a peice of parchment and a quill from his desk and scrawled out a note to Dumbledore.
Proffessor Dumbledore~ I saw something on the muggle news. Does it mean what I think it does?
He stood up and walked over to the dresser, his heart pounding, his hands shaking. He attached the note to Hedwig's outstretched leg and opened the window wide for her. She swooped out into the cool night air. Harry stood at the open window, watching her progress, his mind in turmoil, his hands clenched on the window sill to stop their trembling. He closed his eyes and let the chill air wash over his face and bare arms. His scar was prickling faintly, it always did these days. Harry raised his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes. If the news cast told what he thought it did, then finally, after two summers of waiting, Voldemort was out in the open in both the muggle and wizarding worlds alike. Voldemort must be gaining confidence to risk an attack so openly. Even though the minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge had admitted openly that the Dark Lord had returned, he was still not very keen to do anything too ambitious in the silent battle between Voldemort and the wizards who were apposed to him.
Harry closed his window against the chill air that far from comforting, now seemed sinister and somewhat biting and cruel. He lay down on his bed, his head spinning. He lay for a while in the stretching silence. It blanketed his world, a buffer between him and the world. If that silence remained, then he would never have to face his life, he could merely lie suspended in the quiet.
Unbidden, the image of Sirius' face swam into focus in Harry's mind as it always did when he let down his gaurd. Harry did not fight it this time. He let himself drift along, while the sun died in the sky and the stars twinkled into life outside his bedroom window. Tears slipped unchecked out of the corners of his eyes and his brain and soul turned numb. What he wouldn't have given to rewind his life, so that he could rectify all of the blunders he had made last year. Harry clutched his pillow to his chest and let himself drain and swirl into sleep, his face still marked by cold tear tracks.
so what do you guys think?? it is kind of a depressing chappie, but i hope you all like it...please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you guys review, then maybe i will update sooner (hint* hint*)....will update soon...
Disclaimer: I own only the idea for this story, JK Rowling owns the rest
Chapter two: questions
Harry hurried back up the dim staircase to his bedroom. Once there, he grabbed a peice of parchment and a quill from his desk and scrawled out a note to Dumbledore.
Proffessor Dumbledore~ I saw something on the muggle news. Does it mean what I think it does?
He stood up and walked over to the dresser, his heart pounding, his hands shaking. He attached the note to Hedwig's outstretched leg and opened the window wide for her. She swooped out into the cool night air. Harry stood at the open window, watching her progress, his mind in turmoil, his hands clenched on the window sill to stop their trembling. He closed his eyes and let the chill air wash over his face and bare arms. His scar was prickling faintly, it always did these days. Harry raised his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes. If the news cast told what he thought it did, then finally, after two summers of waiting, Voldemort was out in the open in both the muggle and wizarding worlds alike. Voldemort must be gaining confidence to risk an attack so openly. Even though the minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge had admitted openly that the Dark Lord had returned, he was still not very keen to do anything too ambitious in the silent battle between Voldemort and the wizards who were apposed to him.
Harry closed his window against the chill air that far from comforting, now seemed sinister and somewhat biting and cruel. He lay down on his bed, his head spinning. He lay for a while in the stretching silence. It blanketed his world, a buffer between him and the world. If that silence remained, then he would never have to face his life, he could merely lie suspended in the quiet.
Unbidden, the image of Sirius' face swam into focus in Harry's mind as it always did when he let down his gaurd. Harry did not fight it this time. He let himself drift along, while the sun died in the sky and the stars twinkled into life outside his bedroom window. Tears slipped unchecked out of the corners of his eyes and his brain and soul turned numb. What he wouldn't have given to rewind his life, so that he could rectify all of the blunders he had made last year. Harry clutched his pillow to his chest and let himself drain and swirl into sleep, his face still marked by cold tear tracks.
so what do you guys think?? it is kind of a depressing chappie, but i hope you all like it...please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you guys review, then maybe i will update sooner (hint* hint*)....will update soon...