Thanks to everyone for reviewing, first, almost no one wished me good luck
in my exams, so you'd all better wish me happy late b'day for last
Thursday. To whoever told me to change lines when sumone new speaks, I'll
try to remember that. A lot of you asked about the Harry's blood thing, so
I'll confess, I messed up!!
No, Harry did not get shot (how the hell d'you think he'd survive that?) to whoever asked me that. They knew to apparate into Harry's room, because … I dunno, they just did. The twist should be coming up :: Checks her notes:: In the next couple of chapters. Once again, thanx to everyone for reviewing, and keep me updated on HP5!!!
Disclaimer: I forgot my disclaimer for the last chapter, so this one goes for that as well. Nothing belongs to me except the plots and characters which I create.
Chapter 4
"Oh my goodness", Minerva McGonagall exclaimed. She glanced down at the limp figure of Harry Potter.
"Severus, would you go back and alert Madame Pomfrey" Dumbledore said. It was not a question. Snape took one look at his eyes, blazing with cold fury, nodded and disappeared.
Dumbledore sighed, and walked over to examine Vernon. "He should be unconscious for a while" He said. He sighed again, and turned to look at McGonagall. "Minerva, I want you to take Harry's Uncle back to Hogwarts. Take him to Professor Flitwicks office and lock him in.
McGonagall glanced up from Harry to Dumbledore, and also came to the conclusion that it wasn't the time to argue with him.
She turned to Vernon. "Mobilicorpus", she muttered. Immediately Vernon rose into the air, his head hanging sideways, and his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Which was still fixed into that wide, insane grin. His hands hung limply from his wrists, and his legs dangled about a foot above the ground. Without a word, Minerva
disappeared, along with Vernon.
Silently, Dumbledore walked over to the limp frame lying against the wall in the corner.
"Harry", he sighed. A single tear rolled down the old man's ancient, wrinkled cheek. He reached up to wipe it away with a frail hand. Dumbledore stood there for a second, before shaking his head, as if jerking himself back to reality.
"Come on", he mumbled to himself. "Better get you back to Hogwarts. Urbissimus". Harry rose to hover horizontally in the air, his pale ghost- like skin, contrasting with the deep red of the blood that stained him.
Dumbledore sighed once more, before vanishing, and taking Harry with him.
*****
Dumbledore appeared outside the large Iron gates flanked by winged boars, with Harry still hovering in the air in front of him. He was immediately engulfed by a large crowd. Suddenly, Dumbledore became aware of a tall, slightly masculine looking, blond woman. She was wearing fluorescent pink robes, with a fake purple crocodile skin handbag. She was holding up a long roll of parchment, on which what Dumbledore recognised as being her 'Quick Quotes Quill' was scribbling busily. She was accompanied, as usual, by a certain, 5 foot tall photographer. Who was jumping up and down at the back of the crowd, trying to get the camera up high enough to get a decent picture of Harry. Dumbledore groaned mentally.
"Everyone move aside", he bellowed. No one took any notice. Dumbledore reached into a pocket in his robes, and pulled out a wand. 'Move', he said, forcefully, gazing at everyone with a cold blue fire blazing in his eyes. Everyone fell silent. They all parted, to leave a gap wide enough for Harry and Dumbledore to pass through. The only sound left was the scratching of Rita Skeeters 'Quick Quotes Quill'.
Most of them had seen Dumbledore use his wand when he was angry before, and those who hadn't had heard tales. Even Rita Skeeter's bright, pushy gaze faltered, and her photographer melted silently into the crowd.
Dumbledore walked up to the enormous castle, with Harry still hovering before him.
(Shall I leave it here or carry on. I think I'll leave it here for now. If u want the next chapter then review. Don't forget to check out my other story!!)
No, Harry did not get shot (how the hell d'you think he'd survive that?) to whoever asked me that. They knew to apparate into Harry's room, because … I dunno, they just did. The twist should be coming up :: Checks her notes:: In the next couple of chapters. Once again, thanx to everyone for reviewing, and keep me updated on HP5!!!
Disclaimer: I forgot my disclaimer for the last chapter, so this one goes for that as well. Nothing belongs to me except the plots and characters which I create.
Chapter 4
"Oh my goodness", Minerva McGonagall exclaimed. She glanced down at the limp figure of Harry Potter.
"Severus, would you go back and alert Madame Pomfrey" Dumbledore said. It was not a question. Snape took one look at his eyes, blazing with cold fury, nodded and disappeared.
Dumbledore sighed, and walked over to examine Vernon. "He should be unconscious for a while" He said. He sighed again, and turned to look at McGonagall. "Minerva, I want you to take Harry's Uncle back to Hogwarts. Take him to Professor Flitwicks office and lock him in.
McGonagall glanced up from Harry to Dumbledore, and also came to the conclusion that it wasn't the time to argue with him.
She turned to Vernon. "Mobilicorpus", she muttered. Immediately Vernon rose into the air, his head hanging sideways, and his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Which was still fixed into that wide, insane grin. His hands hung limply from his wrists, and his legs dangled about a foot above the ground. Without a word, Minerva
disappeared, along with Vernon.
Silently, Dumbledore walked over to the limp frame lying against the wall in the corner.
"Harry", he sighed. A single tear rolled down the old man's ancient, wrinkled cheek. He reached up to wipe it away with a frail hand. Dumbledore stood there for a second, before shaking his head, as if jerking himself back to reality.
"Come on", he mumbled to himself. "Better get you back to Hogwarts. Urbissimus". Harry rose to hover horizontally in the air, his pale ghost- like skin, contrasting with the deep red of the blood that stained him.
Dumbledore sighed once more, before vanishing, and taking Harry with him.
*****
Dumbledore appeared outside the large Iron gates flanked by winged boars, with Harry still hovering in the air in front of him. He was immediately engulfed by a large crowd. Suddenly, Dumbledore became aware of a tall, slightly masculine looking, blond woman. She was wearing fluorescent pink robes, with a fake purple crocodile skin handbag. She was holding up a long roll of parchment, on which what Dumbledore recognised as being her 'Quick Quotes Quill' was scribbling busily. She was accompanied, as usual, by a certain, 5 foot tall photographer. Who was jumping up and down at the back of the crowd, trying to get the camera up high enough to get a decent picture of Harry. Dumbledore groaned mentally.
"Everyone move aside", he bellowed. No one took any notice. Dumbledore reached into a pocket in his robes, and pulled out a wand. 'Move', he said, forcefully, gazing at everyone with a cold blue fire blazing in his eyes. Everyone fell silent. They all parted, to leave a gap wide enough for Harry and Dumbledore to pass through. The only sound left was the scratching of Rita Skeeters 'Quick Quotes Quill'.
Most of them had seen Dumbledore use his wand when he was angry before, and those who hadn't had heard tales. Even Rita Skeeter's bright, pushy gaze faltered, and her photographer melted silently into the crowd.
Dumbledore walked up to the enormous castle, with Harry still hovering before him.
(Shall I leave it here or carry on. I think I'll leave it here for now. If u want the next chapter then review. Don't forget to check out my other story!!)