Harry Potter, LP, and the Sixth Year
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own and thing close to Linkin Park. Please don't take my story and re-write it and claim it as your own, that's called plagiarism. I only own the plot.
A/N: hey everyone! Does anyone and I mean anyone who wants to join the LPU? It's the Linkin Park fan club. LP has put up the updated version of the Projekt Revolution Player. You can find the url of the player in my ff.net profile. Go ahead and check it out. Put it up on your site, profile, information center, give it out to friends, or have it in your favorites list. Thanks for reading my story
: Reviews:
Carry Out: lol I already answered your questions on AIM.
ERMonkey, Queen of Insanity: I'll try.
wolfen-alysha-draco-dragon: cool, I was thinking about doing something like that later on.
Serpent of Light: You were talking about Travis right? He's the drummer. Where are you moving? Oh you'll find about the voice inside that's right beneath my skin...err I mean inside Harry's head. Hmm I don't think it will be, but I might have a few character's of my own being slash...lol yes that was a vampire. Lol the Phone part was sort of something that Mike actually did; well it was just him and a glass table. If you want more info just watch Frat Party at the Pancake Festival or just ask me and I'll tell you about it :).
amazing typo: hmm...lol I'm not really sure what are some of the British sayings. Thank You
John: thanks for your vote :)
lunakatrina: Glad your back lunakatrina :) lol so is my story improving with each chapter or is it vice versa? All in due time you'll find out whose voice it is inside his head. And there's a reason I have that small picket fence around the flowerbeds, which is like maybe 3 to 6 feet away from the porch. Thanks lunakatrina, can't wait for more work from you as well :p.
Stardra - The Dark side of the Light: About Veronica's Veil, well the answer is both yes and no. I did get the idea from Anne Rice's 'Memnoch the Devil', but I did a bit of research and there was indeed a Veronica that wiped Jesus' face with it, which left an imprint of his face on it, which is probably still lost to this day. Thank you. And here is the chapter that you wanted to come soon lol Results of the poll, so far: Just muggle: 1 Just wizarding: 2 Both: 4
Last Time
He could see his unnatural green eyes reflecting back at him. They showed pain and suffering, but also a new light. He thought he saw movement behind him, but when he turned around he was faced with the window that was only about 5 feet off the ground. 'It must have been a bird.'
He sighed again and dried off, put fresh clothes on, walked to his room and decided to sleep.
That night, Harry did not sleep that well.
Dream
He was walking down a tunnel, there was mold and grime and slime everywhere.
He kept on walking until he saw an ancient door with many cracks in it. Some sort of familiarly hit him. He has seen this door before, but where?
He opened the door as gently as he could, but it could not help him as it crumbled into dust. As soon as it did that, a newer wooden door had replaced it.
In the center was a man. Or if a man is what you would call him (sorry couldn't help myself there, if you've seen QotD you'd know what I'm talking about.) Harry kneeled down. The man was finely dressed. A long leather trench coat, the black three-piece suit, polished shoes, and white gloves holding an ivory cane. He was pale, with shoulder length brown hair, a black top hat, and deep brown eyes. He reminded him of Sirius.
"Welcome Monsieur Potter and Monsieur Bennington," the man said. Harry looked around everywhere, but only saw it was him and the man that was in the room.
"Still confused? Well you'll realize it sooner or later. After all you have eternity to figure it out," the man said sadly and then chuckled at the last part.
"Please we need your help with the battle Count," Harry said. Somehow he was afraid of the answer and if he will be destroyed on the spot.
"You are such a precious gem, young one. You remind me of one I lost so many centuries ago. She was so determined to kill me, but in the end I got to her. Well the past is the past right? "He sighed. "There hasn't been one of your kind in almost a millennia. I'll help you on one condition."
"Yes?" Harry was wary of what he must do. The Count can be very mistrustful.
"Go find the Green Flame Torch. It will be very helpful in the near future," the Count said.
Before Harry could say anything, the floor beneath him gave way and he fell once more.
This time he was on a stage, singing with the guys.
"You tried to get the best of me. GO AWAY" he screamed and jumped into the crowd.
He forgot about how many of their fans liked him, and the security guys weren't paying that much attention, but once they did it was too late.
Crazed teens rushed to take a piece of him, one even tried to pull down his pants. They were starting to smother him. He felt so helpless, lost under the surface, but still he continued to sing and scream even though it was a bit muffled.
"GO AWAY!!!" he screamed. He felt hands feeling his body, as much as he liked that, he just had to get out of there.
He saw the other guys watching him to make sure he was all right; the security guards were trying to get past the shield that the students had put up.
Hands were all he can see.
The scene started to fade away. This time he saw the damned veil. Everything was in slow motion, but just as Sirius was right near the point of touching the veil, he disappeared.
End Dream
It was morning as Harry woke up in cold sweat. It might not been a nightmare, but just seeing those images made him a bit frightened,
'Was is something from the future?' he asked himself. Frustrated he ran his hands over his hair.
He decided to write to Moody, for that daily check up on him.
Dear Moody,
How are things in the wizarding world? Well it seems like my family left to go to the States for Dudley's birthday and leaving me with the house, alone. But don't worry you, guys don't have to pick me up or anything, I'll be fine by myself. I never know, just why they run so far away, far away from me. It will give me time to finish my homework without having to do them when they're asleep. Well I'll leave you to your thoughts now Moody.
Harry Potter
Harry finished writing the letter he tied it onto Hedwig's leg and she flew off into the cloudless sky.
He wished he can fly with her, but that would be inappropriate for him to do so. He sighed and walked away to downstairs.
He looked at himself at the family room mirror. He was only wearing black and green boxers, and that was about it. His hair was a bit disheveled, but part of his hair was sticking up like the week before.
He ignored that and just kept on walking to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and noticed that he had to go out to the porch and get it, since now his neighbor is delivered milk to their homes.
So he walked outside, still in his boxers, and the milk was sitting on the left corner of the porch. As he bent down to retrieve it, a gust of wind picked up.
Surprised, he heard laughter behind him. He turned around to meet the mystery person and saw a woman with long strawberry blonde hair and blonde streaks in it. A heart shaped face and dark twinkling eyes.
"Wotcher, Harry!" she said.
"Tonks! What are you doing here?" Harry said surprised.
"Here ya go Harry," Tonks said as she handed him a pink trench coat.
Confusedly he took it and looked at it," What am I suppose to do with this?"
"You put it on silly. Do you want me to help you with that ma'am?" Tonks said jokingly.
"Huh?" and the he looked down and remember he was only wearing boxers. "Oh! Uh... Thanks Tonks," Harry said while he was blushing.
"Nah, just get dressed indeed, we're gonna dance in the rain," she said.
Harry grabbed the milk, let Tonks into the Dursley residence, put in it the refrigerator, and ran upstairs.
In his room, Harry looked through his closet to find something clean to wear. After 5 minutes of looking he was wearing a white t-shirt, dark gray sleeveless vest, and baggy blue jeans. He put some muggle money and his wand in some of the pockets.
He walked down the stairs and saw Tonks looking at the photos that were on the selves. She had a sad look on her face, as all that she saw was the many pictures of Dudley growing up and Vernon and Petunia together.
On the last step he made he made it loud enough for her to him there. Tonks spinned around, with wand on hand pointed right at him.
"Whoa. I surrender," Harry said with both his arms raised up.
Tonks put her wand down, "Oh sorry about that Harry,"
"So what are you doing here Tonks? You're not here to watch me are you?"
"Partly, I'm to watch you and to talk to you. Come on let's go," Tonks said as she started walking towards the door.
Harry opened the door for her and made sure he had the keys to the house and that the door was locked.
He put his pants in the vest pockets and walked besides Tonks," So is there a particular place we're going?"
"Nope, just walking. It looks like you need to Harry. Haven't you been out at all?" Tonks said while laughing.
"Yeah just a few times. So how is everyone doing back there?"
"Oh well I guess their doing fine except for the fact that Siri—uh seriously it's been boring there," Tonks said uncertainly while giving him a concerned look.
Harry saw it, but he just ignored it and pretended he didn't here her almost slip up like that.
"So how are you doing Harry?" Tonks said concerned.
"Oh I've been um...I've been...Well actually I don't know how I'm doing or feeling now a days," he said sighing and running his hands through his head.
They reached Magnolia Park and went to the swings. The city decided to put in new swings three days ago and Dudley's gang has not gotten to those ones yet.
"Oh did you want to share anything Harry?"
"No not really. Well maybe just one thing," Harry said uncertainly.
"Yes? I'm all ears Harry," Tonks said.
Harry knows that the Order wants him to confide into and today it will be Tonks.
"Well lately I've been a bit of a paranoid actually. It just seems like paranoia is all I got left. I don't know what stressed me out first or the pressure was fed but I just know what it feels like," Harry said.
"Like what feels like?" Tonks said confused.
"To have a voice in the back of my head. I guess what I'm trying to say is that lately there's been someone or something following me at night. There might be more I don't know. At first I thought it was some new Order member, but then you guys like to watch me secretly and not calling my name out at night or anything like that," Harry said as he started to swing on the swings.
"Well I think I should go now Harry boy. Do you think you'll make it out fine back to the house?" Tonks said as she got up.
"Yeah I'll make it out there fine. Good-bye Tonks," Harry said but before she could of said anything back to him, she apparated away without looking at him.
Harry got up from the swing and started walking around the park. He saw a little girl and her mother on the park bench. 'They both looked hungry,' Harry thought.
As he getting close to them he noticed that both of their clothes were ripped in a few places, their hair was a bit tangled, dirt on their clothing as well, and as he was getting closer to them he noticed that there were some fading bruises on their faces.
He stopped in front of them and just looked, he knew it was rude but he just wanted to see them. The mother stared back at him; first with fear then with disgust. The little girl looked no more than the age of 6. She tried to hide under her mothers arm.
"What is your daughters name ma'am?"
She didn't say anything. When she didn't say anything after a minute, the little girl spoke with a soft voice and innocence, "My name is Mimida and I'm this many years old," she said as she put up six fingers.
Harry laughed softly, "What a lovely daughter you have there ma'am. Please go get yourselves something to eat and stay," Harry said as he placed about 900 pounds (or bank notes) on her hand. He started to walk away when he heard the mother say 'thank-you' so softly he wouldn't of heard it.
"Your welcome," he said and walked back towards his house.
Ah sorry for not reviewing last week, I was experiencing some writer's block. I decide to change the ending of this one and have the previous ending for this chapter to be in the beginning of chapter 10. I hope that everyone will have a great weekend and make sure to check out that P R player up there. Check out my LP Numb Journal, you can find the link in my FF.net profile here just click on my name on the top of this page and it should take you to my profile here. Time to watch some anime :p.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own and thing close to Linkin Park. Please don't take my story and re-write it and claim it as your own, that's called plagiarism. I only own the plot.
A/N: hey everyone! Does anyone and I mean anyone who wants to join the LPU? It's the Linkin Park fan club. LP has put up the updated version of the Projekt Revolution Player. You can find the url of the player in my ff.net profile. Go ahead and check it out. Put it up on your site, profile, information center, give it out to friends, or have it in your favorites list. Thanks for reading my story
: Reviews:
Carry Out: lol I already answered your questions on AIM.
ERMonkey, Queen of Insanity: I'll try.
wolfen-alysha-draco-dragon: cool, I was thinking about doing something like that later on.
Serpent of Light: You were talking about Travis right? He's the drummer. Where are you moving? Oh you'll find about the voice inside that's right beneath my skin...err I mean inside Harry's head. Hmm I don't think it will be, but I might have a few character's of my own being slash...lol yes that was a vampire. Lol the Phone part was sort of something that Mike actually did; well it was just him and a glass table. If you want more info just watch Frat Party at the Pancake Festival or just ask me and I'll tell you about it :).
amazing typo: hmm...lol I'm not really sure what are some of the British sayings. Thank You
John: thanks for your vote :)
lunakatrina: Glad your back lunakatrina :) lol so is my story improving with each chapter or is it vice versa? All in due time you'll find out whose voice it is inside his head. And there's a reason I have that small picket fence around the flowerbeds, which is like maybe 3 to 6 feet away from the porch. Thanks lunakatrina, can't wait for more work from you as well :p.
Stardra - The Dark side of the Light: About Veronica's Veil, well the answer is both yes and no. I did get the idea from Anne Rice's 'Memnoch the Devil', but I did a bit of research and there was indeed a Veronica that wiped Jesus' face with it, which left an imprint of his face on it, which is probably still lost to this day. Thank you. And here is the chapter that you wanted to come soon lol Results of the poll, so far: Just muggle: 1 Just wizarding: 2 Both: 4
Last Time
He could see his unnatural green eyes reflecting back at him. They showed pain and suffering, but also a new light. He thought he saw movement behind him, but when he turned around he was faced with the window that was only about 5 feet off the ground. 'It must have been a bird.'
He sighed again and dried off, put fresh clothes on, walked to his room and decided to sleep.
That night, Harry did not sleep that well.
Dream
He was walking down a tunnel, there was mold and grime and slime everywhere.
He kept on walking until he saw an ancient door with many cracks in it. Some sort of familiarly hit him. He has seen this door before, but where?
He opened the door as gently as he could, but it could not help him as it crumbled into dust. As soon as it did that, a newer wooden door had replaced it.
In the center was a man. Or if a man is what you would call him (sorry couldn't help myself there, if you've seen QotD you'd know what I'm talking about.) Harry kneeled down. The man was finely dressed. A long leather trench coat, the black three-piece suit, polished shoes, and white gloves holding an ivory cane. He was pale, with shoulder length brown hair, a black top hat, and deep brown eyes. He reminded him of Sirius.
"Welcome Monsieur Potter and Monsieur Bennington," the man said. Harry looked around everywhere, but only saw it was him and the man that was in the room.
"Still confused? Well you'll realize it sooner or later. After all you have eternity to figure it out," the man said sadly and then chuckled at the last part.
"Please we need your help with the battle Count," Harry said. Somehow he was afraid of the answer and if he will be destroyed on the spot.
"You are such a precious gem, young one. You remind me of one I lost so many centuries ago. She was so determined to kill me, but in the end I got to her. Well the past is the past right? "He sighed. "There hasn't been one of your kind in almost a millennia. I'll help you on one condition."
"Yes?" Harry was wary of what he must do. The Count can be very mistrustful.
"Go find the Green Flame Torch. It will be very helpful in the near future," the Count said.
Before Harry could say anything, the floor beneath him gave way and he fell once more.
This time he was on a stage, singing with the guys.
"You tried to get the best of me. GO AWAY" he screamed and jumped into the crowd.
He forgot about how many of their fans liked him, and the security guys weren't paying that much attention, but once they did it was too late.
Crazed teens rushed to take a piece of him, one even tried to pull down his pants. They were starting to smother him. He felt so helpless, lost under the surface, but still he continued to sing and scream even though it was a bit muffled.
"GO AWAY!!!" he screamed. He felt hands feeling his body, as much as he liked that, he just had to get out of there.
He saw the other guys watching him to make sure he was all right; the security guards were trying to get past the shield that the students had put up.
Hands were all he can see.
The scene started to fade away. This time he saw the damned veil. Everything was in slow motion, but just as Sirius was right near the point of touching the veil, he disappeared.
End Dream
It was morning as Harry woke up in cold sweat. It might not been a nightmare, but just seeing those images made him a bit frightened,
'Was is something from the future?' he asked himself. Frustrated he ran his hands over his hair.
He decided to write to Moody, for that daily check up on him.
Dear Moody,
How are things in the wizarding world? Well it seems like my family left to go to the States for Dudley's birthday and leaving me with the house, alone. But don't worry you, guys don't have to pick me up or anything, I'll be fine by myself. I never know, just why they run so far away, far away from me. It will give me time to finish my homework without having to do them when they're asleep. Well I'll leave you to your thoughts now Moody.
Harry Potter
Harry finished writing the letter he tied it onto Hedwig's leg and she flew off into the cloudless sky.
He wished he can fly with her, but that would be inappropriate for him to do so. He sighed and walked away to downstairs.
He looked at himself at the family room mirror. He was only wearing black and green boxers, and that was about it. His hair was a bit disheveled, but part of his hair was sticking up like the week before.
He ignored that and just kept on walking to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and noticed that he had to go out to the porch and get it, since now his neighbor is delivered milk to their homes.
So he walked outside, still in his boxers, and the milk was sitting on the left corner of the porch. As he bent down to retrieve it, a gust of wind picked up.
Surprised, he heard laughter behind him. He turned around to meet the mystery person and saw a woman with long strawberry blonde hair and blonde streaks in it. A heart shaped face and dark twinkling eyes.
"Wotcher, Harry!" she said.
"Tonks! What are you doing here?" Harry said surprised.
"Here ya go Harry," Tonks said as she handed him a pink trench coat.
Confusedly he took it and looked at it," What am I suppose to do with this?"
"You put it on silly. Do you want me to help you with that ma'am?" Tonks said jokingly.
"Huh?" and the he looked down and remember he was only wearing boxers. "Oh! Uh... Thanks Tonks," Harry said while he was blushing.
"Nah, just get dressed indeed, we're gonna dance in the rain," she said.
Harry grabbed the milk, let Tonks into the Dursley residence, put in it the refrigerator, and ran upstairs.
In his room, Harry looked through his closet to find something clean to wear. After 5 minutes of looking he was wearing a white t-shirt, dark gray sleeveless vest, and baggy blue jeans. He put some muggle money and his wand in some of the pockets.
He walked down the stairs and saw Tonks looking at the photos that were on the selves. She had a sad look on her face, as all that she saw was the many pictures of Dudley growing up and Vernon and Petunia together.
On the last step he made he made it loud enough for her to him there. Tonks spinned around, with wand on hand pointed right at him.
"Whoa. I surrender," Harry said with both his arms raised up.
Tonks put her wand down, "Oh sorry about that Harry,"
"So what are you doing here Tonks? You're not here to watch me are you?"
"Partly, I'm to watch you and to talk to you. Come on let's go," Tonks said as she started walking towards the door.
Harry opened the door for her and made sure he had the keys to the house and that the door was locked.
He put his pants in the vest pockets and walked besides Tonks," So is there a particular place we're going?"
"Nope, just walking. It looks like you need to Harry. Haven't you been out at all?" Tonks said while laughing.
"Yeah just a few times. So how is everyone doing back there?"
"Oh well I guess their doing fine except for the fact that Siri—uh seriously it's been boring there," Tonks said uncertainly while giving him a concerned look.
Harry saw it, but he just ignored it and pretended he didn't here her almost slip up like that.
"So how are you doing Harry?" Tonks said concerned.
"Oh I've been um...I've been...Well actually I don't know how I'm doing or feeling now a days," he said sighing and running his hands through his head.
They reached Magnolia Park and went to the swings. The city decided to put in new swings three days ago and Dudley's gang has not gotten to those ones yet.
"Oh did you want to share anything Harry?"
"No not really. Well maybe just one thing," Harry said uncertainly.
"Yes? I'm all ears Harry," Tonks said.
Harry knows that the Order wants him to confide into and today it will be Tonks.
"Well lately I've been a bit of a paranoid actually. It just seems like paranoia is all I got left. I don't know what stressed me out first or the pressure was fed but I just know what it feels like," Harry said.
"Like what feels like?" Tonks said confused.
"To have a voice in the back of my head. I guess what I'm trying to say is that lately there's been someone or something following me at night. There might be more I don't know. At first I thought it was some new Order member, but then you guys like to watch me secretly and not calling my name out at night or anything like that," Harry said as he started to swing on the swings.
"Well I think I should go now Harry boy. Do you think you'll make it out fine back to the house?" Tonks said as she got up.
"Yeah I'll make it out there fine. Good-bye Tonks," Harry said but before she could of said anything back to him, she apparated away without looking at him.
Harry got up from the swing and started walking around the park. He saw a little girl and her mother on the park bench. 'They both looked hungry,' Harry thought.
As he getting close to them he noticed that both of their clothes were ripped in a few places, their hair was a bit tangled, dirt on their clothing as well, and as he was getting closer to them he noticed that there were some fading bruises on their faces.
He stopped in front of them and just looked, he knew it was rude but he just wanted to see them. The mother stared back at him; first with fear then with disgust. The little girl looked no more than the age of 6. She tried to hide under her mothers arm.
"What is your daughters name ma'am?"
She didn't say anything. When she didn't say anything after a minute, the little girl spoke with a soft voice and innocence, "My name is Mimida and I'm this many years old," she said as she put up six fingers.
Harry laughed softly, "What a lovely daughter you have there ma'am. Please go get yourselves something to eat and stay," Harry said as he placed about 900 pounds (or bank notes) on her hand. He started to walk away when he heard the mother say 'thank-you' so softly he wouldn't of heard it.
"Your welcome," he said and walked back towards his house.
Ah sorry for not reviewing last week, I was experiencing some writer's block. I decide to change the ending of this one and have the previous ending for this chapter to be in the beginning of chapter 10. I hope that everyone will have a great weekend and make sure to check out that P R player up there. Check out my LP Numb Journal, you can find the link in my FF.net profile here just click on my name on the top of this page and it should take you to my profile here. Time to watch some anime :p.