YAY!!! Exams are officially over!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, now that I've gotten
that out, to the story. A certain person ::Glares at reviewer:: has been
threatening me, saying they won't update their story unless I update mine,
so here I am. I will try to make the chapters longer, and to slow the
story down, but I'm not making any promises. Keep reviewing!!!
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except the plots and the characters I create.
Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape and Madam Pomfrey were sitting, bleary eyed and exhausted in the hospital wing. They had spent the night taking it in turns to hold Harry's limp form up with a hovering charm, whilst Madam Pomfrey removed every single shard of glass from him.
Harry was now lying on a bed at the far end of the hospital wing, and although all the glass was now out, and Harry looked much better for it, there were still his other injuries to attend to. As his injuries had been inflicted by a muggle, they couldn't be healed by magic.
Although Harry's body was covered by a quilt, it had settled on him, showing the irregular positions of his broken limbs.
Suddenly, an owl was heard tapping on the window. The four adults glanced up wearily. Madam Pomfrey pulled herself up, crossed the room, and let the owl in.
It fluttered into the room, dropping a copy of the Daily Prophet on Snape's head, and knocking his hat off. Dumbledore walked over, counted out 5 knuts from a pouch strung on his belt, and dropped them into the pouch on the owl's outstretched leg.
McGonagall picked up the paper and sat down again, gratefully accepting the hot mug of coffee, which Madam Pomfrey was offering her, and taking a mouthful out of it. She took one look at the paper, and spat it out again.
"What's wrong?" Snape asked curiously. McGonagall saw Dumbledore's questioning stare, and handed the paper to him.
Under the title was a gruesome picture of Harry, taken by Rita Skeeter's photographer when Dumbledore had returned to the gates.
Black returns, Potter goes?
The infamous Sirius Black has returned, in a burst of surprising events. The Daily Prophet has unearthed hidden information about the night of You Know Who's downfall. It appears that the Potters, knowing that You Know Who was after them, for obvious reasons, performed the Fidelius Charm and appointed Black as the secret keeper. Will young Mr Potter be bent on revenge? Probably not, Black has seen to that. Before his capture last night, he visited the apparently unknown location of the house where Mr Potter was living happily with relatives whilst on vacation, and abused him excessively, leaving him looking like this. (picture above)
Mr Potter was brought to Hogwarts by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, who commented, "Rest assured, Black will be punished for the misery he has caused"
Black was captured last night just outside Hogsmeade, dangerously close to ordinary Witches and Wizards. Some are blaming the Ministry for it's lack of security. Although Black was taken by surprise, and surrounded by 'trained and alert' Ministry aurors, he still nearly managed to escape. Black is being kept in Azkaban for now, but until further information about young Harry Potter is released, Black's future will remain undecided. Meanwhile, we are left waiting with the same question, "Is the Boy who lived, finally dead?"
Dumbledore looked up from the paper feeling completely disgusted. Suddenly the door burst open and Cornelius Fudge ran into the room, red faced and panting.
"Dumbledore! Have you seen it? The Daily Prophet article?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
"I just finished reading it, Cornelius" Fudge wore a grin almost identical to the insane one, which Uncle Vernon had worn.
"We finally caught him Dumbledore!! Oh, I'm glad to see that you've finally come around about Sirius Black."
"Dumbledore continued to stare at Fudge, "Whatever gave you that idea Cornelius?"
Fudge laughed heartily, "Come now Dumbledore, we all saw the Daily Prophet article. You can't deny saying things once they've been published"
"Cornelius, Sirius Black is innocent, and I demand that he has a trial"
"That'll be for Harry to decide," said Fudge, "By the way, speaking of Harry, how is the boy? I need to be able to release information about him as soon as possible"
Dumbledore struggled to remain calm, "Harry is doing fine. He should regain consciousness some time today", Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Fudge, Harry was not hurt by Sirius Black. It was his Uncle who did this to him." Fudge snorted,
"Come now Dumbledore, surely you don't think that a muggle… Look, his relatives are wonderful people. They have no cause to be upset, why just a few weeks ago, I sent them a letter telling them that the child Harry's aunt is expecting is to be a wizard! Why the hell would they be angry at Harry?"
There was a silence, which Professor McGonagall broke by putting her head in her hands and groaning loudly.
"What's wrong with you?" Fudge snarled, turning to glare at her. Minerva raised her head.
"You Idiot!!" she exclaimed. Fudge was now rapidly going from red to purple. Before he could talk, McGonagall continued, "Harry's relatives hate magic in any form. They're probably going to abandon the baby in a dustbin somewhere once it's born"
Suddenly, the limp figure lying on the bed at the far end of the hospital wing stirred slightly, and made a soft moaning noise. Dumbledore continued to stare at Fudge.
"Cornelius, I must ask you to leave. No doubt Harry's friends will be here soon demanding to know how he is. We will discuss Sirius Black later"
Fudge glared at him "Don't think that this is the end of this Dumbledore. Sirius Black will be punished", and with that he swept out of the room. Dumbledore sighed, and let his head droop.
(Ok, I know that chapter was very short, but the thing is, I only planned the story up till here, so u lot have to give me time to plan the next part)
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except the plots and the characters I create.
Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape and Madam Pomfrey were sitting, bleary eyed and exhausted in the hospital wing. They had spent the night taking it in turns to hold Harry's limp form up with a hovering charm, whilst Madam Pomfrey removed every single shard of glass from him.
Harry was now lying on a bed at the far end of the hospital wing, and although all the glass was now out, and Harry looked much better for it, there were still his other injuries to attend to. As his injuries had been inflicted by a muggle, they couldn't be healed by magic.
Although Harry's body was covered by a quilt, it had settled on him, showing the irregular positions of his broken limbs.
Suddenly, an owl was heard tapping on the window. The four adults glanced up wearily. Madam Pomfrey pulled herself up, crossed the room, and let the owl in.
It fluttered into the room, dropping a copy of the Daily Prophet on Snape's head, and knocking his hat off. Dumbledore walked over, counted out 5 knuts from a pouch strung on his belt, and dropped them into the pouch on the owl's outstretched leg.
McGonagall picked up the paper and sat down again, gratefully accepting the hot mug of coffee, which Madam Pomfrey was offering her, and taking a mouthful out of it. She took one look at the paper, and spat it out again.
"What's wrong?" Snape asked curiously. McGonagall saw Dumbledore's questioning stare, and handed the paper to him.
Under the title was a gruesome picture of Harry, taken by Rita Skeeter's photographer when Dumbledore had returned to the gates.
Black returns, Potter goes?
The infamous Sirius Black has returned, in a burst of surprising events. The Daily Prophet has unearthed hidden information about the night of You Know Who's downfall. It appears that the Potters, knowing that You Know Who was after them, for obvious reasons, performed the Fidelius Charm and appointed Black as the secret keeper. Will young Mr Potter be bent on revenge? Probably not, Black has seen to that. Before his capture last night, he visited the apparently unknown location of the house where Mr Potter was living happily with relatives whilst on vacation, and abused him excessively, leaving him looking like this. (picture above)
Mr Potter was brought to Hogwarts by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, who commented, "Rest assured, Black will be punished for the misery he has caused"
Black was captured last night just outside Hogsmeade, dangerously close to ordinary Witches and Wizards. Some are blaming the Ministry for it's lack of security. Although Black was taken by surprise, and surrounded by 'trained and alert' Ministry aurors, he still nearly managed to escape. Black is being kept in Azkaban for now, but until further information about young Harry Potter is released, Black's future will remain undecided. Meanwhile, we are left waiting with the same question, "Is the Boy who lived, finally dead?"
Dumbledore looked up from the paper feeling completely disgusted. Suddenly the door burst open and Cornelius Fudge ran into the room, red faced and panting.
"Dumbledore! Have you seen it? The Daily Prophet article?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
"I just finished reading it, Cornelius" Fudge wore a grin almost identical to the insane one, which Uncle Vernon had worn.
"We finally caught him Dumbledore!! Oh, I'm glad to see that you've finally come around about Sirius Black."
"Dumbledore continued to stare at Fudge, "Whatever gave you that idea Cornelius?"
Fudge laughed heartily, "Come now Dumbledore, we all saw the Daily Prophet article. You can't deny saying things once they've been published"
"Cornelius, Sirius Black is innocent, and I demand that he has a trial"
"That'll be for Harry to decide," said Fudge, "By the way, speaking of Harry, how is the boy? I need to be able to release information about him as soon as possible"
Dumbledore struggled to remain calm, "Harry is doing fine. He should regain consciousness some time today", Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Fudge, Harry was not hurt by Sirius Black. It was his Uncle who did this to him." Fudge snorted,
"Come now Dumbledore, surely you don't think that a muggle… Look, his relatives are wonderful people. They have no cause to be upset, why just a few weeks ago, I sent them a letter telling them that the child Harry's aunt is expecting is to be a wizard! Why the hell would they be angry at Harry?"
There was a silence, which Professor McGonagall broke by putting her head in her hands and groaning loudly.
"What's wrong with you?" Fudge snarled, turning to glare at her. Minerva raised her head.
"You Idiot!!" she exclaimed. Fudge was now rapidly going from red to purple. Before he could talk, McGonagall continued, "Harry's relatives hate magic in any form. They're probably going to abandon the baby in a dustbin somewhere once it's born"
Suddenly, the limp figure lying on the bed at the far end of the hospital wing stirred slightly, and made a soft moaning noise. Dumbledore continued to stare at Fudge.
"Cornelius, I must ask you to leave. No doubt Harry's friends will be here soon demanding to know how he is. We will discuss Sirius Black later"
Fudge glared at him "Don't think that this is the end of this Dumbledore. Sirius Black will be punished", and with that he swept out of the room. Dumbledore sighed, and let his head droop.
(Ok, I know that chapter was very short, but the thing is, I only planned the story up till here, so u lot have to give me time to plan the next part)