Feeling for You
By: Js140deg
Chapter 10: The Plan
Authors Note: I feel I need to apologize to the fans of this fiction, although few of you there are. I had given up on this fan fiction and pretty much the whole site because I am easily intimidated. And I see all these other fan fictions getting ASS loads of reviews, while I sit…and wait…to no avail. BUT THAT IS MY OWN PROBLEM! I should have been thinking of the readers. And now, after apologizing, I will proceed to stab a pencil through my favorite shirt. stabs pencil through shirt…What did you expect, a fucking parade? GET OVER YOURSELF!MWAHAHAHAHA! I have a cooler full of soda's, a custom play list full of Exies, Three Days Grace, Linkin Park, and many of songs playing. And I also have a bag of chili cheese Frito's that are quite good…AND I AM READY BIATCH!ON WITH THE STORY!
Disclaimer:
Author: I swear if you ask me one more time Kyle…
Kyle: Ask you what? If you own Harry Potter? I think I just did.
Author: DAMNIT! NOW I HAVE TO GET MY FIVE-SEVEN OUT! digs through drawer and pulls out loaded pistol
Kyle: AH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! AIM THAT SOMEWHERE ELSE!
Author: fires…….Fucking elves, keep stealing all my nice shoes. Now, you said something?
Kyle: …
"WHAT!" Harry yelled at the top of his voice.
"Now calm down Harry, I stopped the attack and I have a plan." Asia said as Harry knocked his butter beer off the table in a fit of rage.
"Let me guess, attack Voldemort head on? MY ASS!" Harry sat down and put his head in his hands.
"Would you shut up and let me explain? When that snake attacked me, I remembered something from before mom and dad died. Mom was talking to dad and she said something about the three prophetics that could, when united, kill voldemort and all his followers."
Harry looked at Asia like she had gone completely and utterly insane, been sent to an intensive insane asylum and escaped. He burst out laughing. "What?" Asia asked as Harry leaned his chair back on 2 legs and almost fell backward. "WHAT!" Harry tried to calm his chuckles and finally succeeding after starting again three times.
"Your face was classic! You were all serious when you were talking about that stuff!"
Asia folded her arms across her chest and lifted the corner of her right lip slightly (my stand partner in orchestra does that ;). "And what, if I may ask, says that I shouldn't be serious about it. This is serious, big time magick Harry!"
"You're right, I shouldn't have laughed. Now elaborate on these…prophet people…" Harry smiled at these last two words. Whether it was remnant from his first outburst of laughter, or just from the sound of 'prophet people' he didn't know.
"Ok, well, I remember mom saying that they were animagus. But the animals they turned into where different from normal animagus animals. They had certain markings, and lived in more primitive places. And they were permanently turned into their animal forms by a witch that has long since been dead."
"But wouldn't the spell have ended when the witch died"
"Pff, how should I know, I was a year old when it heard all this. Now if you don't mind, I will continue my elaboration. If we can find those three prophets, bring them together, and then change them back their wizard and witch forms, we may be able to permanently get rid of voldemort!" Harry pondered all of this information. I was quite a lot to take in at once. Was it really worth it to go all over the world to find these three prophets just to kill voldemort? Well of course it was…But that would mean leaving his friends and everything here for a long period of time. He grabbed a couple Tylenol from the bottle on the table. Why was it that the longer he thought about things, the worse his head hurt? Then Ron showed up in the fire place.
"Hey Harry, hey Asia, how are things?" Ron's floating head queried. Then he stopped and looked at the brother and sister and knew something was up. "All right, spill it. Don't care who does, but one of you has to." Both Harry and Asia just looked around the room. "Don't make me come through this fire place Harry. You know how much I hate getting soot on my suits." It was true. Ron has a pet peeve about soot on his suits. He couldn't stand it. Harry never really could figure out why it ticked Ron off so much. That was for another time though.
"I was just telling Harry a plan to kill of voldemort." Asia said reluctantly.
Ron stared at her. "And? What is it? I want to know to."
And so another 10 minutes went by with Asia explaining the story to Ron. While all this happened, Harry decided to go to the washroom. He splashed cold water on his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror. "You know Harry, you always did keep things to yourself." He dropped his head and slowly turned around. In front and slightly above him was a picture of the famous Albus Dumbledore.
"Yeah, and you always talked in riddles. What's the difference?"
"Well, actually" said the picture of Albus as he got up from his chair, "there is quite a bit of difference. See, when you keep things inside you, they just stay there, having no outlet. When I speak in riddles, the ideas floating around in my head are released, just in a riddle form."
Harry knew he was right. He had to let out his feelings and emotions. So he went back downstairs. Where upon he found many pots and pans moving about the room in a rhythmic pattern. He sighed a heavy breath and pulled out his wand. He uttered a few words and everything when back into its place. "See, Uncle Harry always was a party pooper."
"You were right mommy, he is."
Of course, someone had dropped Ana by and she had done the first thing that popped into her head. This was to make all the cooking utensils float.
"Alright, let's go find us a prophet" Harry said. Asia just smiled and nodded.
Im sorry this is so short again guys, but I want to save what happens next for the next chapter, because if I wrote it in this one, it would be 3:00 a.m. before I finished. I will try my hardest to update again tomorrow…er…today I guess…If I don't, well, then…kiss my ass and have a nice day.
