Harry went storming to the prefect bathroom. The Gryffindor Quidditch team
lost yet again and Harry was furious. It seemed that Harry had a lot on his
mind, what with Sirius' death and having to look carefully around every
corner, fearing Voldemort's return. Now Harry had to put up with the teams
mistakes on top of everyone else's. Lately Harry'd been chillin' in the
bathroom trying to cool his temper from the heavy burden placed upon him
because of the untimely death of his parents.
Harry ran a stream of steaming hot water into the pool sized garden tub, followed, closely by fluorescent green bubbles. Once Harry was undressed he lowered himself into the fiery bubbles and gently shut his eyes. Tears began to race down his soft, untainted skin as he'd thought about the horrific event that happened last year
'it was a frightening rampage as lord Voldemort 's army of evil dominions ransacked the castle, killing everyone they came across. Harry coddled Ginny and Hermione, from any death eaters that happened to come upon them, when they began to pray, for the whole Weasley family and all of their friends were out fighting in the gruesome battle that awaited their fate. Harry tried to fight the tears that so desperately wanted to come out but in the end found their way to the outside of his lashes. Hermione then turned to Harry and put her head to his and softly said, "Don't cry love, it'll be alright." Harry then replied, whispering to Hermione, "i hope so ".
'it was haunting", the shrieks of horror that Harry could hear emerging from the corridor abound. Chants of evil laughter could be heard throughout the halls of Hogwarts every two seconds. There was fire and blood in every spot possible. Hogwarts was truly a scene out of some grimily detailed horror cinema made the hands of perfection, cradled in the heart of the pure grotesque and malign.
panic was to be found in Hogwarts everywhere as soon as the dark visitors set foot upon the fresh green floral in front of the massive castle. T'was noon when the enchanted skies became a deathly dark, sickening to the sight. Harry knew 'he' was here because of the very scar on his head becoming a hellish red and burning fiercely, inflicting painful thoughts of premature death into his gashing skull. 'Death' 'the end is coming' 'you will suffer before me' Harry's head swam in slandering thoughts. 'DEATH A WAITS YOU, HARRY POTTER!'"
The door to the relatively small closet swung open. There appeared George Weasley's relieving face. "There you are. Why, everyone's been looking all over for you. You're all in the clearing, You can co... "George fell into Harry's arms, who of which, was now on his feet, standing. Harry looked up and saw no one other than Malfoy Sr. himself. Harry took up his dear friend George's wand and began to duel with Malfoy. "Death upon you, Potter. Exsilium! "Lucius shouted violently at Harry as he threw a banishment charm at Him. Luckily for Harry the spell missed but the statue of the crooked old hag wasn't so lucky. "Oh, nice try! I'd like to see that again some time, too bad you won't be around to demonstrate on another statue, or maybe on your friend Filch's cat! Expeliarmus! "Harry shot back. He missed just as fear took of all possession of his body. Harry stood there in a puddle of blood, not realizing that he was in the midst of his own battle. There stood Draco Malfoy, wand drawn and ready to pounce on him. Lucius began to turn his bloody head to see what could possibly scare Harry more than him. Malfoy was hit with a heavy blow causing his death before he could see who was behind him. Draco stared at his father as if it was another who'd killed him and not Draco. "Th-thank y-y-you" Harry blurted, still afraid of Draco killing him next. "Just, go." "Wha-..." "GO!" Draco shouted at Harry when he saw that Harry wasn't making any effort to move.
Harry collected the girls which wasn't an easy task, and ran like the wind down the corridor. Harry was running so fast that Fred could barely save him from running into the stone brick wall before him.
"Where's George? I sent him out to look for you! Ha, never sent the younger twin to do the older twin's job, eh Harry!" Fred joked.
"Um Fred, maybe you should calm down. There's something i got to tell you." Harry said calmly.
"What?" Fred said, fearing the unimaginable.
"Fred, George died." Harry said solemnly.
"No he didn't" Fred said uneasily, his voice shaking, "y-you're k-k-kidding right?" Fred became afraid. He began to clutch his chest.
"No, you're lying! I'll kill you for joking like that!" Fred yelled at Harry as he jumped for Harry's throat. Before Fred could get a good grip on Harry's neck, Hermione called out to him.
"It's true, it's all true" Hermione managed to get through her helpless sobbing as she dragged Jenny along, who was now so devastated that she could not move. Fred sat up, on top of Harry's stomach. Fred gave a look of upheaval and angst as Harry struggled to liberate himself from Fred's bone-crushing stance
"Bloody beard of Merlin" was the only set of words that could find their way up his strained throat and through the Labyrinth of Fred's mouth
There were many others that died that year. The death of George Weasley was regretted by many, but mostly by his best friend and brother, Fred Weasley.
Harry ran a stream of steaming hot water into the pool sized garden tub, followed, closely by fluorescent green bubbles. Once Harry was undressed he lowered himself into the fiery bubbles and gently shut his eyes. Tears began to race down his soft, untainted skin as he'd thought about the horrific event that happened last year
'it was a frightening rampage as lord Voldemort 's army of evil dominions ransacked the castle, killing everyone they came across. Harry coddled Ginny and Hermione, from any death eaters that happened to come upon them, when they began to pray, for the whole Weasley family and all of their friends were out fighting in the gruesome battle that awaited their fate. Harry tried to fight the tears that so desperately wanted to come out but in the end found their way to the outside of his lashes. Hermione then turned to Harry and put her head to his and softly said, "Don't cry love, it'll be alright." Harry then replied, whispering to Hermione, "i hope so ".
'it was haunting", the shrieks of horror that Harry could hear emerging from the corridor abound. Chants of evil laughter could be heard throughout the halls of Hogwarts every two seconds. There was fire and blood in every spot possible. Hogwarts was truly a scene out of some grimily detailed horror cinema made the hands of perfection, cradled in the heart of the pure grotesque and malign.
panic was to be found in Hogwarts everywhere as soon as the dark visitors set foot upon the fresh green floral in front of the massive castle. T'was noon when the enchanted skies became a deathly dark, sickening to the sight. Harry knew 'he' was here because of the very scar on his head becoming a hellish red and burning fiercely, inflicting painful thoughts of premature death into his gashing skull. 'Death' 'the end is coming' 'you will suffer before me' Harry's head swam in slandering thoughts. 'DEATH A WAITS YOU, HARRY POTTER!'"
The door to the relatively small closet swung open. There appeared George Weasley's relieving face. "There you are. Why, everyone's been looking all over for you. You're all in the clearing, You can co... "George fell into Harry's arms, who of which, was now on his feet, standing. Harry looked up and saw no one other than Malfoy Sr. himself. Harry took up his dear friend George's wand and began to duel with Malfoy. "Death upon you, Potter. Exsilium! "Lucius shouted violently at Harry as he threw a banishment charm at Him. Luckily for Harry the spell missed but the statue of the crooked old hag wasn't so lucky. "Oh, nice try! I'd like to see that again some time, too bad you won't be around to demonstrate on another statue, or maybe on your friend Filch's cat! Expeliarmus! "Harry shot back. He missed just as fear took of all possession of his body. Harry stood there in a puddle of blood, not realizing that he was in the midst of his own battle. There stood Draco Malfoy, wand drawn and ready to pounce on him. Lucius began to turn his bloody head to see what could possibly scare Harry more than him. Malfoy was hit with a heavy blow causing his death before he could see who was behind him. Draco stared at his father as if it was another who'd killed him and not Draco. "Th-thank y-y-you" Harry blurted, still afraid of Draco killing him next. "Just, go." "Wha-..." "GO!" Draco shouted at Harry when he saw that Harry wasn't making any effort to move.
Harry collected the girls which wasn't an easy task, and ran like the wind down the corridor. Harry was running so fast that Fred could barely save him from running into the stone brick wall before him.
"Where's George? I sent him out to look for you! Ha, never sent the younger twin to do the older twin's job, eh Harry!" Fred joked.
"Um Fred, maybe you should calm down. There's something i got to tell you." Harry said calmly.
"What?" Fred said, fearing the unimaginable.
"Fred, George died." Harry said solemnly.
"No he didn't" Fred said uneasily, his voice shaking, "y-you're k-k-kidding right?" Fred became afraid. He began to clutch his chest.
"No, you're lying! I'll kill you for joking like that!" Fred yelled at Harry as he jumped for Harry's throat. Before Fred could get a good grip on Harry's neck, Hermione called out to him.
"It's true, it's all true" Hermione managed to get through her helpless sobbing as she dragged Jenny along, who was now so devastated that she could not move. Fred sat up, on top of Harry's stomach. Fred gave a look of upheaval and angst as Harry struggled to liberate himself from Fred's bone-crushing stance
"Bloody beard of Merlin" was the only set of words that could find their way up his strained throat and through the Labyrinth of Fred's mouth
There were many others that died that year. The death of George Weasley was regretted by many, but mostly by his best friend and brother, Fred Weasley.