A/N: we are 2 people. No split personalaty, it's two different people, really....WE are NOT crazy....
Disclaimer: we do not own the Harry Potter World, what ever you see that is not from the books....well....it's ours. we own the plot!!!!
Unwell
All day
Staring at the ceiling making
friends with shadows on my wall
All night
I'm hearing voices telling me
that I should get some sleep
because tomorrow might be good
For something
Hold on
I'm feeling like I'm heading for a
breakdown
I don't know why
I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
a different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
and how I used to be
See me
Talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
I know
They've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
and it makes me think there must be something wrong
with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind
(Chorus)
I've been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
They'll be taking me away
Matchbox 20
Introduction
So it was another hot day in number 4 Private Drive. Unlike the past summer there were quite a lot of people outside. But Harry Potter, a not so ordinary boy was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling, not paying much attention to the cracks or the paint peeling off. It had been two weeks since summer had started, two weeks since he had lost his godfather. Sirius Black. The most convicted murderer of the wizarding world, but he knew better. Sirius and a few members of the Order had gone to the Department of Mysteries to save him and his friends from a group of Death Eaters, losing his life in a fierce battle against his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. Oh how he hated her. From what Dumbledore had told him back at Hogwarts, the Death Eaters were after the Profecy about Voldemort and himself. Unfortunetly it crashed during the battle, losing precious information for the Dark side. Later on he found out that Dumbledore had witenessed the Prophecy when it was said. He had to be either the murderer or the murdered.
Being brought back to reality by his growling stomach, Harry made his way to the kitchen. It didn't come as a surprise, for he had skipped meals or had been eating them at irregular times. On his way, he saw Dudley, his oversized cousin, watching TV while munching on his afternoon snack (which constantly was composed of a variety of candies, cake, chocolates, all in large quantity).Harry walked past him without ceremony, and went into the kitchen. Sitting at the table, was Uncle Vernon, hidden behind his news paper. Aunt Petunia was walking all over the kitchen fussing about a thing or two (dirty spots, badly washed dishes, etc.). They both looked up with hateful glares when they saw it was just him. Harry, choosing to ignore his uncle and aunt, crossed the unnaturally clean kitchen to the refrigerator and grabbed an apple.As he was retrieving himself to his room, his Uncle suddenly spoke up.
' What are you up to boy?You've been too quiet this summer. You'd better not be planning any funny business!'
Harry drew a breath to answer, but was interrupted by the sound of a car driving by the house. Being her nosy self, Aunt Petunia went to look through the window. Wanting to get away from his relatives, Harry used that moment to go outside. As he was walking towards Mrs. Figg's house to have tea, he saw the car turning on Wisteria Walk and not far behind was a moving truck. When he arrived at Wisteria Walk he saw the cars parked a few houses before his destination. Even from where he was he could hear siblings arguing.
' WHY DID I HAVE TO COME TO ENGLAND!? I WAS SO COMFORTABLE AT MY MOM'S HOUSE IN EGYPT! I HAD A BOYFRIEND IN EGYPT! AND I HAD TO COME TO THIS ... THIS....GRAY PLACE!' a girl bellowed at her brother's face.
' Yea... as if Egypt was so colorful...' the boy replied apparently annoyed.
' SHUT UP AND GRAB NEFERITI!'
' There's no way I'm going anywhere near that thing! It's evil!'
'WHAT WOULD YOU EXPECT? SHE'S MY CAT!!!'
Try as he might, Harry, couldn't hear the rest of the argument, for he was too far away to hear what was being yelled. He arrived at Mrs.Figg's and before he could ring the doorbell she rushed him inside. 'What took you so long? I started to think something had happened to you!'
' I just crossed the street...' Harry replied.
' Something could have happened to you in that time! But that's not the reason that I called you here.' She looked around making sure that no one would hear them. 'I called you here to tell you that the order is coming to pick you up in a week's time, to take you to you-know-where. Dumbledore reckons that you'll be safer there.' She looked at him as if expecting a reaction from him. Harry lowered his eyes, and mumbled a 'fine'. harry looked back at her.
'Is that all? Can I go, I have homework.'
Mrs. Figg looked at him with sympathy and just nodded her head and said goodbye. Once again he passed in front of the house, but the moving family wasn't outside anymore. There was only a bizarre looking cat sitting on the front lawn, stil as a statue. It followed him with it's eyes and he had the strangest sensation, as if someone was whispering on his back. He increased his pace, when a soft breeze whispered in his ears, 'I'll be watching you...' the voice seemed to have been carried by the wind.
On instinct he grabbed his wand and whipped around...but found that he was alone in the street.
A/N: Wanted:
A BETA READER.
must know:
how to spell
grammar
and vocabulary
please contact us @:
kumory_chan@hotmail.com or
yuki_chan13@hotmail.com or
minion_of_the_undead@hotmail.com
or send us a review!
Evil Minion
Ana
Carol
Disclaimer: we do not own the Harry Potter World, what ever you see that is not from the books....well....it's ours. we own the plot!!!!
Unwell
All day
Staring at the ceiling making
friends with shadows on my wall
All night
I'm hearing voices telling me
that I should get some sleep
because tomorrow might be good
For something
Hold on
I'm feeling like I'm heading for a
breakdown
I don't know why
I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
a different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
and how I used to be
See me
Talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
I know
They've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
and it makes me think there must be something wrong
with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind
(Chorus)
I've been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
They'll be taking me away
Matchbox 20
Introduction
So it was another hot day in number 4 Private Drive. Unlike the past summer there were quite a lot of people outside. But Harry Potter, a not so ordinary boy was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling, not paying much attention to the cracks or the paint peeling off. It had been two weeks since summer had started, two weeks since he had lost his godfather. Sirius Black. The most convicted murderer of the wizarding world, but he knew better. Sirius and a few members of the Order had gone to the Department of Mysteries to save him and his friends from a group of Death Eaters, losing his life in a fierce battle against his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. Oh how he hated her. From what Dumbledore had told him back at Hogwarts, the Death Eaters were after the Profecy about Voldemort and himself. Unfortunetly it crashed during the battle, losing precious information for the Dark side. Later on he found out that Dumbledore had witenessed the Prophecy when it was said. He had to be either the murderer or the murdered.
Being brought back to reality by his growling stomach, Harry made his way to the kitchen. It didn't come as a surprise, for he had skipped meals or had been eating them at irregular times. On his way, he saw Dudley, his oversized cousin, watching TV while munching on his afternoon snack (which constantly was composed of a variety of candies, cake, chocolates, all in large quantity).Harry walked past him without ceremony, and went into the kitchen. Sitting at the table, was Uncle Vernon, hidden behind his news paper. Aunt Petunia was walking all over the kitchen fussing about a thing or two (dirty spots, badly washed dishes, etc.). They both looked up with hateful glares when they saw it was just him. Harry, choosing to ignore his uncle and aunt, crossed the unnaturally clean kitchen to the refrigerator and grabbed an apple.As he was retrieving himself to his room, his Uncle suddenly spoke up.
' What are you up to boy?You've been too quiet this summer. You'd better not be planning any funny business!'
Harry drew a breath to answer, but was interrupted by the sound of a car driving by the house. Being her nosy self, Aunt Petunia went to look through the window. Wanting to get away from his relatives, Harry used that moment to go outside. As he was walking towards Mrs. Figg's house to have tea, he saw the car turning on Wisteria Walk and not far behind was a moving truck. When he arrived at Wisteria Walk he saw the cars parked a few houses before his destination. Even from where he was he could hear siblings arguing.
' WHY DID I HAVE TO COME TO ENGLAND!? I WAS SO COMFORTABLE AT MY MOM'S HOUSE IN EGYPT! I HAD A BOYFRIEND IN EGYPT! AND I HAD TO COME TO THIS ... THIS....GRAY PLACE!' a girl bellowed at her brother's face.
' Yea... as if Egypt was so colorful...' the boy replied apparently annoyed.
' SHUT UP AND GRAB NEFERITI!'
' There's no way I'm going anywhere near that thing! It's evil!'
'WHAT WOULD YOU EXPECT? SHE'S MY CAT!!!'
Try as he might, Harry, couldn't hear the rest of the argument, for he was too far away to hear what was being yelled. He arrived at Mrs.Figg's and before he could ring the doorbell she rushed him inside. 'What took you so long? I started to think something had happened to you!'
' I just crossed the street...' Harry replied.
' Something could have happened to you in that time! But that's not the reason that I called you here.' She looked around making sure that no one would hear them. 'I called you here to tell you that the order is coming to pick you up in a week's time, to take you to you-know-where. Dumbledore reckons that you'll be safer there.' She looked at him as if expecting a reaction from him. Harry lowered his eyes, and mumbled a 'fine'. harry looked back at her.
'Is that all? Can I go, I have homework.'
Mrs. Figg looked at him with sympathy and just nodded her head and said goodbye. Once again he passed in front of the house, but the moving family wasn't outside anymore. There was only a bizarre looking cat sitting on the front lawn, stil as a statue. It followed him with it's eyes and he had the strangest sensation, as if someone was whispering on his back. He increased his pace, when a soft breeze whispered in his ears, 'I'll be watching you...' the voice seemed to have been carried by the wind.
On instinct he grabbed his wand and whipped around...but found that he was alone in the street.
A/N: Wanted:
A BETA READER.
must know:
how to spell
grammar
and vocabulary
please contact us @:
kumory_chan@hotmail.com or
yuki_chan13@hotmail.com or
minion_of_the_undead@hotmail.com
or send us a review!
Evil Minion
Ana
Carol
