Just Another Sixth Year Fic.
Hello y'al! This is my version of HP 6! C my other story! Harry Potter and the Microphone of Dooooooooom!
(A/N this starts when Ron and herms wake up from the Ministry attack.)
Disclaimer: me owns nothing. If I did, I would be rich and would get myself a mansion. But, I am just another junior higher. And no, this is not some Not Another Teen Movie Fic!
Chap. 1: The Sad Discovery (Lame title huh?)
(A/N this is from Ron's POV right now. It'll prob. Change every chap.)
I'm awake. My whole body hurts and my eyes don't want to open. Then I remember what happened. And my mind goes racing as I sit up as fast as possible, probably hurting myself more if that can happen. Sirius? Is he all right? I open my eyes to find Hermione in a bed next to me. I search for Harry while I wake up Hermione. She awakes and asks "Ron? Wh-wh-where's Harry? Is Sir-sir-Sirius all right?"
"How the heck am I supposed to know? I just woke up!" I hear a wave of a robe and I turn around. There, was a tall man with a crooked nose and a blue robe. Albus Dumbledore. The man who could answer my questions.
"Dumbledore. Where's Harry? Is Sirius all right? What happened?" Hermione manages to croak.
He sighs and conjures up a chair and sits. As he does this, I ask him "How long have we been out for?" "A day." He replies simply. "I am afraid that Harry will need your help."
"Wh-wh-why professor?" I ask quietly. Harry usually manages on his own. What happened that made him need more help than usual?
"I believe Harry's dream was a trap. Ms. Granger, you were right. Voldemort tricked Harry to chase after Sirius to cause Harry danger. Harry will tell you why he was sent there at his own time. But, I will tell you this much. After you were knocked out, Tonks, Remus, Kingsley, and Sirius arrived. From what I gather from Harry, before I arrived Sirius was battling Bellatrix Lestrange, Sirius yelled, "Come on, can't you do better?" With that, Ms. Lestrange threw him into the veil."
Hermione was crying. "Did, did, Sirius d-die?" I asked dreading the answer. He bowed his head once. Hermione lost all control and just cried very loudly. I feel tears running down my cheeks as I hug herms to calm her down. He wasn't supposed to die! He was supposed to be set free so Harry can live with him happily! And as though herms and I made a silent agreement, we knew that in no way possible did we feel as bad as Harry did. We grew up with parents and even though we may have wanted them to leave us alone, we never would not want them. Now Harry lost the one thing closest to a parent he ever got.
Dumbledore left us. We notice it is sunny outside contrary (A/N I am proud of myself. That is the first time I every said contrary while typing! There I go again!). Neville, Luna, and Ginny our close to our beds. Dumbledore told us that for one year, Harry wasn't in the hospital wing for anything! He only got hurt emotionally. There he is sleeping in a chair, waiting for us all to wake up. His cheeks and eyes are wet and swollen from crying so much. I wish this was a nightmare, but it's not. I wish I can wake up, but I can't. Sirius is dead, and there is nothing I can do to change that. He is gone now and 4ever. (A/N sorry bout the line from Cats. I love that musical. (First I only loved it 'cause it was named after my favorite animal.)
Harry left when we fell back asleep, but he came back. Luna, Ginny, and Neville are out of the hospital wing. Harry is just sitting there listening to our convo. It's weird. Usually he would talk and listen, but now, the only thing he has said is something like (A/N I don't feel like going to our basement to get HP book 5, so I have no clue what he said.) "Oh Joy."
"I hope we don't get stuck with that old bat Trealawny next year. 'Specially since it's a fake subject." I said. Hermione scolds me. "How can you say that now we know that prophecies are real?" She asks.
I see Harry's face. It goes from not caring to panic. He suddenly sits up. "Where are you going mate?" I ask. "I promised Hagrid I would visit him." He replied. "OK then" I say as I frown. "Wish we could come."
As soon as I know he is out of earshot, we all huddle around.
"What was that about?" Ginny asks concerned. "I mean, it has to be something more than. well, you know, or else he wouldn't have freaked out bout 'mione saying that thing about prophecies." After saying that, we all crowd around the window by hermione's bed. Harry is walking out of the castle and into Hagrid's house like he said he would. After about 15 minutes though, he leaves. 5 minutes later he sits on the ground by the lake. From our position, we can seem him crying. It is around 6:00. We take our eyes off him when he enters the castle. After everyone left around 9:00 (rushed out by Madame Promfrey.) Hermione and I started crying like Harry was by the lake. Realization hits me, and I feel horrible, even though I am hugging my crush's (Hermione's) back. Nothing will ever be the same.
Hello y'al! This is my version of HP 6! C my other story! Harry Potter and the Microphone of Dooooooooom!
(A/N this starts when Ron and herms wake up from the Ministry attack.)
Disclaimer: me owns nothing. If I did, I would be rich and would get myself a mansion. But, I am just another junior higher. And no, this is not some Not Another Teen Movie Fic!
Chap. 1: The Sad Discovery (Lame title huh?)
(A/N this is from Ron's POV right now. It'll prob. Change every chap.)
I'm awake. My whole body hurts and my eyes don't want to open. Then I remember what happened. And my mind goes racing as I sit up as fast as possible, probably hurting myself more if that can happen. Sirius? Is he all right? I open my eyes to find Hermione in a bed next to me. I search for Harry while I wake up Hermione. She awakes and asks "Ron? Wh-wh-where's Harry? Is Sir-sir-Sirius all right?"
"How the heck am I supposed to know? I just woke up!" I hear a wave of a robe and I turn around. There, was a tall man with a crooked nose and a blue robe. Albus Dumbledore. The man who could answer my questions.
"Dumbledore. Where's Harry? Is Sirius all right? What happened?" Hermione manages to croak.
He sighs and conjures up a chair and sits. As he does this, I ask him "How long have we been out for?" "A day." He replies simply. "I am afraid that Harry will need your help."
"Wh-wh-why professor?" I ask quietly. Harry usually manages on his own. What happened that made him need more help than usual?
"I believe Harry's dream was a trap. Ms. Granger, you were right. Voldemort tricked Harry to chase after Sirius to cause Harry danger. Harry will tell you why he was sent there at his own time. But, I will tell you this much. After you were knocked out, Tonks, Remus, Kingsley, and Sirius arrived. From what I gather from Harry, before I arrived Sirius was battling Bellatrix Lestrange, Sirius yelled, "Come on, can't you do better?" With that, Ms. Lestrange threw him into the veil."
Hermione was crying. "Did, did, Sirius d-die?" I asked dreading the answer. He bowed his head once. Hermione lost all control and just cried very loudly. I feel tears running down my cheeks as I hug herms to calm her down. He wasn't supposed to die! He was supposed to be set free so Harry can live with him happily! And as though herms and I made a silent agreement, we knew that in no way possible did we feel as bad as Harry did. We grew up with parents and even though we may have wanted them to leave us alone, we never would not want them. Now Harry lost the one thing closest to a parent he ever got.
Dumbledore left us. We notice it is sunny outside contrary (A/N I am proud of myself. That is the first time I every said contrary while typing! There I go again!). Neville, Luna, and Ginny our close to our beds. Dumbledore told us that for one year, Harry wasn't in the hospital wing for anything! He only got hurt emotionally. There he is sleeping in a chair, waiting for us all to wake up. His cheeks and eyes are wet and swollen from crying so much. I wish this was a nightmare, but it's not. I wish I can wake up, but I can't. Sirius is dead, and there is nothing I can do to change that. He is gone now and 4ever. (A/N sorry bout the line from Cats. I love that musical. (First I only loved it 'cause it was named after my favorite animal.)
Harry left when we fell back asleep, but he came back. Luna, Ginny, and Neville are out of the hospital wing. Harry is just sitting there listening to our convo. It's weird. Usually he would talk and listen, but now, the only thing he has said is something like (A/N I don't feel like going to our basement to get HP book 5, so I have no clue what he said.) "Oh Joy."
"I hope we don't get stuck with that old bat Trealawny next year. 'Specially since it's a fake subject." I said. Hermione scolds me. "How can you say that now we know that prophecies are real?" She asks.
I see Harry's face. It goes from not caring to panic. He suddenly sits up. "Where are you going mate?" I ask. "I promised Hagrid I would visit him." He replied. "OK then" I say as I frown. "Wish we could come."
As soon as I know he is out of earshot, we all huddle around.
"What was that about?" Ginny asks concerned. "I mean, it has to be something more than. well, you know, or else he wouldn't have freaked out bout 'mione saying that thing about prophecies." After saying that, we all crowd around the window by hermione's bed. Harry is walking out of the castle and into Hagrid's house like he said he would. After about 15 minutes though, he leaves. 5 minutes later he sits on the ground by the lake. From our position, we can seem him crying. It is around 6:00. We take our eyes off him when he enters the castle. After everyone left around 9:00 (rushed out by Madame Promfrey.) Hermione and I started crying like Harry was by the lake. Realization hits me, and I feel horrible, even though I am hugging my crush's (Hermione's) back. Nothing will ever be the same.
