The Poem/Ultimatum
Sirus, no! No! NO!
Harry jolted awake. Not the dream again, Harry thought. Lately he had been
having the same continuing dreams of Sirius's death. Harry checked to see if
Ron was awake, but found an empty bed. He checked the time. 9:15! I'm already
late for breakfast! Harry quickly got dressed and rushed down to the Great Hall,
only to find Ron gulping away on pumpkin juice, and Hermione doing some "light
reading". "There you are Harry." Harry could tell that Ron didn't take his break
while drinking the pumpkin juice because Ron was practically gasping for air.
"Sorry for not waking you up earlier mate, but I was too hungry." "When are you
not?" Harry tried to be mad at Ron but he knew he couldn't. I mean Ron being
late for breakfast? That would be a sign of the end of the world!
After Harry, Hermione, and Ron finished their breakfast and talked about the
upcoming classes, (well Hermione was talking, Ron was just sleeping,) dozens of
owls came swooping down into only one direction, the Gryffindor table. Mail time.
Harry wasn't as excited as he used to be with mail since Sirius was the only one
who gave him cheerful packages. But Harry noticed that on the edge of each
owl's claw was a gold envelope embossed with a name in red print. I hope one's
for me. Somehow, Harry was really drawn to the envelopes. Yes, I got one! Harry
quickly, but carefully, opened up the envelope and read this certain note. It read:
You have 7 days to figure out who wrote you this poem.
I see you everyday; you're always in my sleep.
You'll always be in my heart, you're love is in me so deep.
I don't have the courage to tell you this
But my love for you is so strong,
You better guess who wrote you this
You better guess where this poem belongs
Harry you are so brave and smart,
You defeated Lord Voldemort several times
In public I never heard you fart
But I dream of you, me and wedding chimes
You have 7 days to figure out who wrote you this poem. If you guess right, you'll
win 50 Galleons. If you guess wrong, you'll have the face of a hog with warts for
24 hours.
Good luck sweetie,
Your Secret Admirer
Harry could not believe his eyes. Is this a joke? Is this a game? A mystery? A
puzzle? Either way, there was one thing on Harry's mind; he had to found out
who his secret admirer was. Or else he'll end up looking like Uncle Vernon for a
whole day!
{A.N.} If you notice, I put up 7 days as the ultimatum. The reason is because I just watched "The Ring", so I just used the idea of seven days. Thanks for reading! Make sure to review and e-mail to stating that they should hold up a fanfiction section for "That's So Raven!" THANK YOU!!!
Sirus, no! No! NO!
Harry jolted awake. Not the dream again, Harry thought. Lately he had been
having the same continuing dreams of Sirius's death. Harry checked to see if
Ron was awake, but found an empty bed. He checked the time. 9:15! I'm already
late for breakfast! Harry quickly got dressed and rushed down to the Great Hall,
only to find Ron gulping away on pumpkin juice, and Hermione doing some "light
reading". "There you are Harry." Harry could tell that Ron didn't take his break
while drinking the pumpkin juice because Ron was practically gasping for air.
"Sorry for not waking you up earlier mate, but I was too hungry." "When are you
not?" Harry tried to be mad at Ron but he knew he couldn't. I mean Ron being
late for breakfast? That would be a sign of the end of the world!
After Harry, Hermione, and Ron finished their breakfast and talked about the
upcoming classes, (well Hermione was talking, Ron was just sleeping,) dozens of
owls came swooping down into only one direction, the Gryffindor table. Mail time.
Harry wasn't as excited as he used to be with mail since Sirius was the only one
who gave him cheerful packages. But Harry noticed that on the edge of each
owl's claw was a gold envelope embossed with a name in red print. I hope one's
for me. Somehow, Harry was really drawn to the envelopes. Yes, I got one! Harry
quickly, but carefully, opened up the envelope and read this certain note. It read:
You have 7 days to figure out who wrote you this poem.
I see you everyday; you're always in my sleep.
You'll always be in my heart, you're love is in me so deep.
I don't have the courage to tell you this
But my love for you is so strong,
You better guess who wrote you this
You better guess where this poem belongs
Harry you are so brave and smart,
You defeated Lord Voldemort several times
In public I never heard you fart
But I dream of you, me and wedding chimes
You have 7 days to figure out who wrote you this poem. If you guess right, you'll
win 50 Galleons. If you guess wrong, you'll have the face of a hog with warts for
24 hours.
Good luck sweetie,
Your Secret Admirer
Harry could not believe his eyes. Is this a joke? Is this a game? A mystery? A
puzzle? Either way, there was one thing on Harry's mind; he had to found out
who his secret admirer was. Or else he'll end up looking like Uncle Vernon for a
whole day!
{A.N.} If you notice, I put up 7 days as the ultimatum. The reason is because I just watched "The Ring", so I just used the idea of seven days. Thanks for reading! Make sure to review and e-mail to stating that they should hold up a fanfiction section for "That's So Raven!" THANK YOU!!!