Harry Potter, LP, and the Sixth Year
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Linkin Park, Dracula, or anything else you might of recognized. 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: Thanks for reading my story. Please R&R, and long reviews will be awesome. Also if you have any question, feel free to ask. :::::
Quotes from Linkin Park:
"I want to know if Joe Hahn sleeps in the nude?" - Brad
"yes he does (wink wink)" - Mike
:: Reviews::
maya)-sleepy:Nah I was born insane lol probably even demented...no problem.
Falcon Zanbandia of Nightmares:lol well you'll just have to wait and see
Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus: yeah thanks. well I found my dog
Lunakatrina: Well it's just not that I don't like Snape or anything, it's just the way he somehow got into the story. I tried making him seem nice without ruining the deep hatred he had for James Potter. Lol well it was nice talking to you on AIM .
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"That's alright, it doesn't matter," Harry said and retreated up to the third floor before Snape could say anything.
Harry tightly locked the door; he tried to catch his breath again. He still hasn't gotten use to his vampiric powers.
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Harry sighed and ran his hands through his hair, frustrated at himself. "What am I going to do? Should I push them away or what?" he asked hoping for someone to answer his question for him.
Harry just paced around his room, contemplating about what his next move should be. Once in a while, he'll cross to the door and his hand will hover about the doorknob for a moment before dejectedly putting his hand back to his side and continued pacing.
Finally, with a determined face, Harry walked down the steps to the kitchen. He can hear everyone talking; most of it was about him and the on-goings of their work.
Harry walked in as human as he could without going too fast and prayed that nothing out of the ordinary would happen and that they would not notice him.
Unfortunately for Harry, the exact opposite happened. It seemed to take about a second before they realized that he was in the same room as them.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you guys," Harry mumbled before disappearing between the doors again.
"Harry get back in here," Tonks called out to him.
Harry seeing as though he had nothing better to do in that house, he went back inside the kitchen. The next thing he knew, someone was giving him a huge bear hug.
He could tell it was Hagrid right away. "Ah Harry. I got ye a surprise. I'll show you later," Hagrid whispered to Harry and let go of him.
After a round of hugs, a few kisses on the cheeks, handshakes, and introductions; Harry felt his mind buzzing.
Harry was confused. Just a few hours ago, weren't all of them afraid of him and trying to kill him? Now they were all gathered around him like nothing had happened, and they seemed a bit joyful than normal.
Then it hit him; he smelled their fear in the air. Harry Frowned, but he quickly covered it with a small smile.
"So Harry enjoying - -," George started to say.
- - you're birthday?" Fred finished for him.
"My birthday?" Harry asked him.
"Yes, it's you're birthday dear," Mrs. Weasley informed him.
"My birthday? Oh I guess it is," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Happy birthday Harry," Ginny said.
"Oh thanks Ginny," Harry said and watched as she walked away.
Harry noticed a few people looking at him; he quickly ignored them.
"So Harry, what exactly is that you are wearing?" Ron asked Harry as he gave Harry a brotherly hug.
"Hey Ron. It's nice to see you too. This? Oh uh.. well it's ..." Harry said as his voice grew softer.
"What was that last part Harry?" Ron said in an amused voice.
"It's Snape's cloak," Harry said before covering his face with his hands.
"What?!" Harry could hear from Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, and Hermione, who just joined them.
"Are you kidding?" Ron asked.
"Well as long as Earth is still considered to be a planet, then otherwise I would be kidding," Harry said smirking. "Yeah I know but I didn't have any clothes and none of yours fit's me so uh...this was my last resort. I was planning on wearing a really old moldy rug from the bathroom," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Gross Harry, get away from me," Ron said edging away from Harry.
"Yeah Harry uh... hopefully we can start a new product, one that makes your hair all greasy and another one where it makes you bald," Fred and George said thoughtfully and walked off together discussing some more ideas.
"Wotcher Harry. Are you completely naked in there?" Tonks asked, giving him a wink.
Harry pulled Snape's cloak, closer to his body and said, "Yeah."
"Harry dear? Would you like a butterbeer?" Mrs. Weasley asked him.
"Yes please, Mrs. Weasley, "Harry said without a second thought.
"Here you are Harry dear," Mrs. Weasley said uncertainly.
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley," Harry said and took a sip from the butterbeer. When he took another sip of butterbeer, it tasted awful in his mouth. "Hey Hermione is there anything wrong with this butterbeer?"
"It looks alright and it tastes just fine Harry. Is something the matter?" Hermione asked him concerned.
"No. I'm fine," Harry said.
Sorry guys that's all I'll have for you this week. I hope it's not as confusing as the previous chapters and in the next chapter I will have Hagrid show Harry his surprise. If any of you can guess it right, I'll have you be featured in my story as a Hogwarts student. You guys can pick up to two possible things that Hagrid has in store for Harry.
Make sure to take the ( ) and the words and replace them with their symbols to see my puppy and one of my snake.
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http:(slash)(slash)img(dot)photobucket(dot)com(slash)albums(slash)v293(slash )devampire(slash)ChazzyChazsnake(dot)bmp
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Linkin Park, Dracula, or anything else you might of recognized. 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: Thanks for reading my story. Please R&R, and long reviews will be awesome. Also if you have any question, feel free to ask. :::::
Quotes from Linkin Park:
"I want to know if Joe Hahn sleeps in the nude?" - Brad
"yes he does (wink wink)" - Mike
:: Reviews::
maya)-sleepy:Nah I was born insane lol probably even demented...no problem.
Falcon Zanbandia of Nightmares:lol well you'll just have to wait and see
Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus: yeah thanks. well I found my dog
Lunakatrina: Well it's just not that I don't like Snape or anything, it's just the way he somehow got into the story. I tried making him seem nice without ruining the deep hatred he had for James Potter. Lol well it was nice talking to you on AIM .
::::: Last Time ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"That's alright, it doesn't matter," Harry said and retreated up to the third floor before Snape could say anything.
Harry tightly locked the door; he tried to catch his breath again. He still hasn't gotten use to his vampiric powers.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::
Harry sighed and ran his hands through his hair, frustrated at himself. "What am I going to do? Should I push them away or what?" he asked hoping for someone to answer his question for him.
Harry just paced around his room, contemplating about what his next move should be. Once in a while, he'll cross to the door and his hand will hover about the doorknob for a moment before dejectedly putting his hand back to his side and continued pacing.
Finally, with a determined face, Harry walked down the steps to the kitchen. He can hear everyone talking; most of it was about him and the on-goings of their work.
Harry walked in as human as he could without going too fast and prayed that nothing out of the ordinary would happen and that they would not notice him.
Unfortunately for Harry, the exact opposite happened. It seemed to take about a second before they realized that he was in the same room as them.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you guys," Harry mumbled before disappearing between the doors again.
"Harry get back in here," Tonks called out to him.
Harry seeing as though he had nothing better to do in that house, he went back inside the kitchen. The next thing he knew, someone was giving him a huge bear hug.
He could tell it was Hagrid right away. "Ah Harry. I got ye a surprise. I'll show you later," Hagrid whispered to Harry and let go of him.
After a round of hugs, a few kisses on the cheeks, handshakes, and introductions; Harry felt his mind buzzing.
Harry was confused. Just a few hours ago, weren't all of them afraid of him and trying to kill him? Now they were all gathered around him like nothing had happened, and they seemed a bit joyful than normal.
Then it hit him; he smelled their fear in the air. Harry Frowned, but he quickly covered it with a small smile.
"So Harry enjoying - -," George started to say.
- - you're birthday?" Fred finished for him.
"My birthday?" Harry asked him.
"Yes, it's you're birthday dear," Mrs. Weasley informed him.
"My birthday? Oh I guess it is," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Happy birthday Harry," Ginny said.
"Oh thanks Ginny," Harry said and watched as she walked away.
Harry noticed a few people looking at him; he quickly ignored them.
"So Harry, what exactly is that you are wearing?" Ron asked Harry as he gave Harry a brotherly hug.
"Hey Ron. It's nice to see you too. This? Oh uh.. well it's ..." Harry said as his voice grew softer.
"What was that last part Harry?" Ron said in an amused voice.
"It's Snape's cloak," Harry said before covering his face with his hands.
"What?!" Harry could hear from Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, and Hermione, who just joined them.
"Are you kidding?" Ron asked.
"Well as long as Earth is still considered to be a planet, then otherwise I would be kidding," Harry said smirking. "Yeah I know but I didn't have any clothes and none of yours fit's me so uh...this was my last resort. I was planning on wearing a really old moldy rug from the bathroom," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Gross Harry, get away from me," Ron said edging away from Harry.
"Yeah Harry uh... hopefully we can start a new product, one that makes your hair all greasy and another one where it makes you bald," Fred and George said thoughtfully and walked off together discussing some more ideas.
"Wotcher Harry. Are you completely naked in there?" Tonks asked, giving him a wink.
Harry pulled Snape's cloak, closer to his body and said, "Yeah."
"Harry dear? Would you like a butterbeer?" Mrs. Weasley asked him.
"Yes please, Mrs. Weasley, "Harry said without a second thought.
"Here you are Harry dear," Mrs. Weasley said uncertainly.
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley," Harry said and took a sip from the butterbeer. When he took another sip of butterbeer, it tasted awful in his mouth. "Hey Hermione is there anything wrong with this butterbeer?"
"It looks alright and it tastes just fine Harry. Is something the matter?" Hermione asked him concerned.
"No. I'm fine," Harry said.
Sorry guys that's all I'll have for you this week. I hope it's not as confusing as the previous chapters and in the next chapter I will have Hagrid show Harry his surprise. If any of you can guess it right, I'll have you be featured in my story as a Hogwarts student. You guys can pick up to two possible things that Hagrid has in store for Harry.
Make sure to take the ( ) and the words and replace them with their symbols to see my puppy and one of my snake.
http:(slash)(slash)img(dot)photobucket(dot)com(slash)albums(slash)v293(slash )devampire(slash)Cujotent(dot)bmp
http:(slash)(slash)img(dot)photobucket(dot)com(slash)albums(slash)v293(slash )devampire(slash)Cujotent2(dot)bmp
http:(slash)(slash)img(dot)photobucket(dot)com(slash)albums(slash)v293(slash )devampire(slash)Cujotent3(dot)bmp
http:(slash)(slash)img(dot)photobucket(dot)com(slash)albums(slash)v293(slash )devampire(slash)Cujotent4(dot)bmp
http:(slash)(slash)img(dot)photobucket(dot)com(slash)albums(slash)v293(slash )devampire(slash)Cujo1(dot)bmp
http:(slash)(slash)img(dot)photobucket(dot)com(slash)albums(slash)v293(slash )devampire(slash)ChazzyChazsnake(dot)bmp