Chapter ??? (Maybe I should just start naming them so I don't have to
count. good idea! * pats herself on the back* he he he * evil grin*
He Returns
The night before he couldn't sleep. Images of his old friends, of battles, of death and dying, of every reason he left, along with fame. People shout his name asking for autographs, or the opposite, people afraid of him, truly afraid, of his power, just like when he had spoken Praselmouth (spelling?) for the first time infront of them.
He got out of bed and walked to his office phone.
* I'm going to do this! Once and for-all never again. one day.*
He picked it up and dialed his editors home number, and not surprisingly ( at 6 in the morning) got the answering machine.
~ Hey, you have reached 784-8142 my name is Paul Blake and I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the tone, thanks ~
Beep
" Hi, err. Paul, it's Harry just phoned to say that I'll be out of the country for a day and I need you to cancel that meeting we and going and reschedule it whenever. if anyone asks tell them I'm taking care of some. err. old business, sorry bout this Paul. Cheers man. Bye."
The next thing he did was to pull out a pencil from his desk and transfigure it into something that looked like a wand.
*There, now I can pretend to do magic with this. wandless magic is too rare.*
He walked over to his closet and slowly pulled out his cloak. He changed and put his contacts in before looking in a mirror for the last time and whispering:
* I hope this works.*
-Before apparating over to Diagon Alley.
A/N: hows my story???????? Please review!!!!!!!! I'm begging you !!!!!!* whines* I WONT WRITE TILL I GET A REVIEW!!!! SO THERE!!!! So if ANYONE even reads this fic please please please REVIEW!!!
He Returns
The night before he couldn't sleep. Images of his old friends, of battles, of death and dying, of every reason he left, along with fame. People shout his name asking for autographs, or the opposite, people afraid of him, truly afraid, of his power, just like when he had spoken Praselmouth (spelling?) for the first time infront of them.
He got out of bed and walked to his office phone.
* I'm going to do this! Once and for-all never again. one day.*
He picked it up and dialed his editors home number, and not surprisingly ( at 6 in the morning) got the answering machine.
~ Hey, you have reached 784-8142 my name is Paul Blake and I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the tone, thanks ~
Beep
" Hi, err. Paul, it's Harry just phoned to say that I'll be out of the country for a day and I need you to cancel that meeting we and going and reschedule it whenever. if anyone asks tell them I'm taking care of some. err. old business, sorry bout this Paul. Cheers man. Bye."
The next thing he did was to pull out a pencil from his desk and transfigure it into something that looked like a wand.
*There, now I can pretend to do magic with this. wandless magic is too rare.*
He walked over to his closet and slowly pulled out his cloak. He changed and put his contacts in before looking in a mirror for the last time and whispering:
* I hope this works.*
-Before apparating over to Diagon Alley.
A/N: hows my story???????? Please review!!!!!!!! I'm begging you !!!!!!* whines* I WONT WRITE TILL I GET A REVIEW!!!! SO THERE!!!! So if ANYONE even reads this fic please please please REVIEW!!!