A/N
I've gotten a few complaints and all I got to say is am disappointed. A few years ago my English teacher said I gave away my plot to early and left to many obvious clues. So it's not exactly my fault if you haven't picked up on those or if you have no imagination. On to a lighter note everything will come together in the next few chapters so I would suggest carefully rereading previous chapters those, but I will try and make the clues a little more obvious. And the choppiness and sentence structure are things I really can't help, if you were to guess you would probably miss my age by at least four years. I am still in school learning. So if anyone has any tips to help improve my writing, I'm all ears.
Chapter Four: Don't You Know Anything About Something
The hidden flaw never remains hidden.
"Vhat do you mean magical vinds?" Fleur asked in a hushed tone.
"Wizards and Witches are only allowed a certain amount of power. Most parents give their children binding potions and set up some charms." Evan a.k.a. Harry Potter said frowning thoughtfully.
"What happens if you have more than the amount of power?" Victor asked slowly as he thought about the teacher's assistant's words.
"You die. I won't go into it but that's why the Wizarding world is slowly declining." Evan said grimly.
"How do we remove these binds?" Cedric asked as he looked between his 'teacher' and his wand.
"A few potions, a...certain spell, and a custom made wand." Evan said pausing every now and then to chose his words carefully.
" A certain spell?" Harry asked with his brows raised.
"And maybe a ritual too." Evan said effectively avoiding the question.
"Side effects?" Victor asked stressing the 'e' in effects.
"It all depends now doesn't it?' Evan asked his hazel eyes sparkling. "I want you to might me in the DADA classroom Lupin used. At say...seven? ."
The four nodded their heads not knowing how much their lives were going to be affected.
Always remember to pillage BEFORE you burn!
Boy-Who-Lived Is MISSING!
By: Rita Skeeter
Seal of the Ministry
1.0
A wave of great panic has hit the Wizarding World, even Muggles are feeling the absence of Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived. All along Europe and the Americas there is mass panic for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has recruited more Death Eaters and has destroyed more villages and cities than during his first reign of power.
The Boy-Who-Lived and Hermione Jane Granger have been missing for nearly three weeks and are going to be officially declared dead on January 8. More details on the funeral arrangement on page 3.
With the absence of Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter who will save the Wizarding World? More on the death of Albus Dumbledore on page 2 and his accomplishments on page 5.
Read the crumpled up Daily Prophet that lay on a ministry floor forgotten by a Shadow of a man in half moon spectacles . A unearthly wind blew and rolled the ball towards the shimmering veil that fluttered harmlessly. Bouncing slightly towards the veil the newspaper made its way across the room. Within moments the veil had snagged the crumpled up parchment.
Two days later it will be discovered Ministry of Magics all over the world that they could no longer go in. All the lower levels had been flooded.
Sanity and insanity overlap a fine gray line.
Petunia hugged her coat to herself tighter as she waited for her train. Having left Rose's the night before she had purchased a round trip ticket to Gordic's Hollow. "I've been putting this trip off to long haven't I, Lily?" Petunia said mostly to herself, not noticing the silver Shadow who had nodded with a sad smile on her face.
"For far to long." The wind echoed around Petunia.
With a whistle her train arrived and she boarded, not knowing what she would find or who was watching her intently.
With a sad smile the Shadow of Lily Marie-Evans Potter disappeared only to be replaced by Alice Cassandra-Prewett Longbottom. "One down." Alice said smiling beautifully. "Hundreds to go." A mixture of female and male voices said together.
In any calculation, any error which can creep in will do so.
Diana Longbottom also known as Gran rocked in her rocking chair mulling over her grandson. He was going Dark. There was no doubt in her mind about that. But where had he turned? Not at school that's for certain. But then that could only leave home. But that was impossible...wasn't it?
Gran felt her stomach drop as she thought of her treatment of her grandson what she had allowed, what she had chosen to ignore. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of the sweet innocent baby she had mental abused.
"The treatment of my son will be your least concern Diana! The end has come and you among others will pay! No one treats the Heir of Ravenclaw in such away!" Boomed Alice as she materialized in front of her mother-in-law. "You Diana Luci Longbottom are accused for mistreatment! Judgement shall be passed!" Alice continued in a regal voice as wind blew violently through out the house.
Gran closed her eyes tightly as she wished the ghost away along with the familiar feelings of guilt that clutched at her stomach. "Go away. Go away. Just please go away." Gran begged. When the wind stopped Gran opened her eyes and nearly had a heart attack on the spot.
Before her was her son. Frank. Sweet little Frankie.
"Frank? Sweetie?" Gran asked in a small voice.
The Shadow of Frank Longbottom stared at her with cold eyes and an icy smile. Before he disappeared and came back again as Barty Crouch Jr, who wavered and disappeared.
Kata Ton Daimona Eay Toy
Jim Morrison
(Pere Lachaise Cemetery;Paris, France)
True to his own spirit.
Moony howled in sorrow and rage. The house shook to its core as the werewolf made it's feelings known. The sudden turn of Snape had cut off his entire potion's supply of Wolfsbane, leaving him helpless to the painfully moon. The werewolf gave another howl as he mourned the passing of his pack member. Moony scratched at the door that held him in and separated him from his freedom.
How dare they! The wolf snarled in his mind.
They don't mean too. They just don't understand. Remus answered Moony.
That's why the bitch you chose has done nothing? She doesn't want to understand us!
It's not true.
Yes it is and you know it. That's why she waited until our pack member died. We were vulnerable and she pounced.
We are vulnerable...and alone.
Not alone we still have cubs. Lightening Child and She-Who-Knows.
Harry and Hermione?
If those are there names then yes.
What about Ron?
Who?
Bright hair kept pack traitor as a pet.
He is not pack!
With that their interesting conversation ended as the wolf found the window was slightly opened. Jumping at the window Moony wiggled and finally pushed it open enough to spring towards freedom and away from Headquarters.
Pull the pin and count to what?
"Okay first things first, the Vis Veres Potion. It will help dissolve the barriers that surround your magical core." Evan said as he paced in the Room of Requirements. "So lets get started. The instructions are on the board let me know if you mess up or need help in anyway ask me." Evan said sternly as four cauldrons and the correct ingredients in front of them.
The four worked in complete silence as this certain potion required all of their attention. So it didn't come as a surprise when they all finished with the correct color and smells. What did come as a surprise was the sudden appearance of athames. At a total lose as of what to do the stared at Evan as he sheepishly made his was towards them.
"You have to bless the potion." Evan said hoping that would clear something up.
Unfortunately they remained confused.
"Prick your finger."
Slowly as if hoping Evan would say he was just kidding, the four drew their own blood. The one that looked the most effected was Fleur for she had gone pale as she saw the small glistening tear drop. "Plop." Went the small red drops as they gently dropped into the dark red potion. Multiples of similar plops could be heard.
With a swirl the four potions that had once looked so similar turned startlingly different colors. With a quick glance at Evan who in return handed them a cup they drank one-third of the potions contents.
The results were immediately. Victor lost conscious and hit the floor. His body glowed a light and warm yellow. Harry leaned against the legs of his chair as he panted trying to make sure he kept conscious. The green that seemed to roll off of him in waves was dark and looked threatening.
Fleur had thrown up in the corner as her body emitted a dark purple that seemed to fed off the shadows in the corners of the room. The only that seemed unaffected was Cedric who stared in shock as the people he had grown closer to than his own house mates went down. Unknowingly a light, light blue was glowing from his finger tips as a headache seemed to form in the back of his mind until he felt as though he was going through agonizing torture.
"Well I didn't expect that." Evan said nervously.
Same as before let me know if there are any grammer mistakes and the like. And I just wanted to say a BIG thank you for the reviews and for those who haven't reviewed but are still reading THANK YOU LOTS.