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Chapter 10- The Letter
"What is it?"
"It's an article." James replied, putting it down. Here, look.
A picture of James' dad was staring up at them, waving solemly.
"Potter to join forces with Albus Dumbledore" It said.
"Lord Voldemort has begun his realm of terror upon the wizarding world. Every day, there are more killings to read about, more dissapearances to hear, and even more traitors who unmask themselves as the so-called 'Death Eaters'.
Many people have started to wonder if the wiarding world is worth saving anymore.
Fights have broken out into the streets, people are begging for food as their souce of income was smashed by Voldemort's army. Giants, Ogres, even Grindylows have sided with the evil twisted man. Dementors have broken away from Ministry control as Azkaban prison is now unguarded, leaving the prisoners easy access to escape.
What can be done to save this world we call home?
Albus Dumbledore, current headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry, thinks he knows the answer.
"I have been talking with a few collegues." He says, "And we have all agreed that whatever is done already is unnecessary. It is what is going to be done which is important."
So far, Millicent Bagfold does not seem to mind Dumbledore stepping up to the occasion.
"Anyone with any ideas of how to get through this tragedy is welcome to help." Bagfold replied, wiping his brow of precipation from the past events.
Yet, no one was willing to help Dumbledore and his noble need's-until now.
Harold Potter, 32, has agreed to help the old, fierce, man.
With shaggy black hair and brown eyes, Harold Potter shows wizdom past his years.
When asked why he would go on such a suicide mission, Potter simply smiles and says "It's not for me. It's for my son. I hope he can grow up in a world of peace. Hopefully, we can squash this bug by the time he comes home for summer holidays and we can be over and done with this mess."
So, for all the sons and daughters out there: May Harold Potter be right."
All four boys sat there, stunned.
"Well, I don't know what to say..." Sirius said, still wiping tears from his eyes. "Either your father is brilliant, or he's the biggest nutter I've ever seen."
In flew another owl, who dropped a second letter at James' feet.
This one was from his parents, and was a lot scarier than the previous one.
'JAMES POTTER!' It almost screamed.
'What did I tell you?! Did I not tell you not to pull the same pranks?! How dare you! Your mother is very dissapointed (I do hope you had a good time doing them...you're going to regret them for a looong time.)
OK, now that that's over and done with, did ya like the article? I don't think my picture came out too badly. Don't worry about me at all, son. I'm sure I'll be fine. The Dumbledore has more people helping him than he's let on. In fact...well, I'll talk to you about that when you're a bit older.
Bye son.
Dad'
"Uh, yeah.....let's go to class." James said, throwing the article and the letter into his robes. He didn't see the big deal. It was Dumbledore. Everyone said he was brilliant. He wouldn't let his father get hurt...
Right?
~*~
Sirius had finally calmed down enough for them to go to class. It was unfortunately, Transfiguration first...with the Slytherin's this time, and then Herbology, which they had with the Hufflepuffs.
"Please, if you will pay attention," McGonagall said, staring at James and Sirius, who were playing tic-tac-toe under the desk. "You will see your needle on your desk. Now it is time to turn it back into a matchstick. Enjoy."
Reverse Transfiguration, the boys figured was even easier than regular, so they quickly turned the needles into matchsticks, looked at them and grinned.
"What d'you think'd happen if we threw them into Snivellus' hair?" James asked.
"Probably blow up, with all that grase and oil. The whole head is nothing but flammable substances." Sirius said, laughing.
"Wanna see?" James said, lighting his.
"No..." Sirius said, but not sicnerely at all. "We'll get in so much trouble. We could actually hurt him..."
"Fine....then let's at least blow up his bag..." James said, looking at the bag wrapped around the Slytherin's chair.
Sirius grinned, grabbed the match and slowly druged over to Snape's table.
"Just getting a towel." Sirius said, as McGonagall looked at him. "Peter's gone and blown up his needle this time." And amazingly enough, he had.
As he went to get a towel, he slipped the lit match into Snape's bag, and hurried on back to James.
Ten minutes later, there was the distinct smell of hair grease in the air.
Burning hair grease.
~*~
"You two are..." McGonagall said.
"You don't even have anything against us." James said. "We didn't do it!"
"Or half the other stuff. Like that befouling the castle thing...we didn't do it!" Sirius said.
"How do I know you are telling the truth?" The professor said, sighing heavily. The boys were right.
"Because we're little angels and we wouldn't ever do anything wrong." James said, giving her his biggest puppy dog look. Sirius joined in, looking more like a 5 year old than a dog.
Of course, with her being female and all, gave in to both of the little boys' looks.
"Fine. Go, but if I catch one word-" She said, and they both jumped up.
"Thank you thank you thank you!" James said, and SIrius just grinned.
They both walked out of her office snickering.
Being eleven could only work for so long, and the boys were prepared to milk it.
For all it was worth.
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There, another chappie. Haha!
Leora
Chapter 10- The Letter
"What is it?"
"It's an article." James replied, putting it down. Here, look.
A picture of James' dad was staring up at them, waving solemly.
"Potter to join forces with Albus Dumbledore" It said.
"Lord Voldemort has begun his realm of terror upon the wizarding world. Every day, there are more killings to read about, more dissapearances to hear, and even more traitors who unmask themselves as the so-called 'Death Eaters'.
Many people have started to wonder if the wiarding world is worth saving anymore.
Fights have broken out into the streets, people are begging for food as their souce of income was smashed by Voldemort's army. Giants, Ogres, even Grindylows have sided with the evil twisted man. Dementors have broken away from Ministry control as Azkaban prison is now unguarded, leaving the prisoners easy access to escape.
What can be done to save this world we call home?
Albus Dumbledore, current headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry, thinks he knows the answer.
"I have been talking with a few collegues." He says, "And we have all agreed that whatever is done already is unnecessary. It is what is going to be done which is important."
So far, Millicent Bagfold does not seem to mind Dumbledore stepping up to the occasion.
"Anyone with any ideas of how to get through this tragedy is welcome to help." Bagfold replied, wiping his brow of precipation from the past events.
Yet, no one was willing to help Dumbledore and his noble need's-until now.
Harold Potter, 32, has agreed to help the old, fierce, man.
With shaggy black hair and brown eyes, Harold Potter shows wizdom past his years.
When asked why he would go on such a suicide mission, Potter simply smiles and says "It's not for me. It's for my son. I hope he can grow up in a world of peace. Hopefully, we can squash this bug by the time he comes home for summer holidays and we can be over and done with this mess."
So, for all the sons and daughters out there: May Harold Potter be right."
All four boys sat there, stunned.
"Well, I don't know what to say..." Sirius said, still wiping tears from his eyes. "Either your father is brilliant, or he's the biggest nutter I've ever seen."
In flew another owl, who dropped a second letter at James' feet.
This one was from his parents, and was a lot scarier than the previous one.
'JAMES POTTER!' It almost screamed.
'What did I tell you?! Did I not tell you not to pull the same pranks?! How dare you! Your mother is very dissapointed (I do hope you had a good time doing them...you're going to regret them for a looong time.)
OK, now that that's over and done with, did ya like the article? I don't think my picture came out too badly. Don't worry about me at all, son. I'm sure I'll be fine. The Dumbledore has more people helping him than he's let on. In fact...well, I'll talk to you about that when you're a bit older.
Bye son.
Dad'
"Uh, yeah.....let's go to class." James said, throwing the article and the letter into his robes. He didn't see the big deal. It was Dumbledore. Everyone said he was brilliant. He wouldn't let his father get hurt...
Right?
~*~
Sirius had finally calmed down enough for them to go to class. It was unfortunately, Transfiguration first...with the Slytherin's this time, and then Herbology, which they had with the Hufflepuffs.
"Please, if you will pay attention," McGonagall said, staring at James and Sirius, who were playing tic-tac-toe under the desk. "You will see your needle on your desk. Now it is time to turn it back into a matchstick. Enjoy."
Reverse Transfiguration, the boys figured was even easier than regular, so they quickly turned the needles into matchsticks, looked at them and grinned.
"What d'you think'd happen if we threw them into Snivellus' hair?" James asked.
"Probably blow up, with all that grase and oil. The whole head is nothing but flammable substances." Sirius said, laughing.
"Wanna see?" James said, lighting his.
"No..." Sirius said, but not sicnerely at all. "We'll get in so much trouble. We could actually hurt him..."
"Fine....then let's at least blow up his bag..." James said, looking at the bag wrapped around the Slytherin's chair.
Sirius grinned, grabbed the match and slowly druged over to Snape's table.
"Just getting a towel." Sirius said, as McGonagall looked at him. "Peter's gone and blown up his needle this time." And amazingly enough, he had.
As he went to get a towel, he slipped the lit match into Snape's bag, and hurried on back to James.
Ten minutes later, there was the distinct smell of hair grease in the air.
Burning hair grease.
~*~
"You two are..." McGonagall said.
"You don't even have anything against us." James said. "We didn't do it!"
"Or half the other stuff. Like that befouling the castle thing...we didn't do it!" Sirius said.
"How do I know you are telling the truth?" The professor said, sighing heavily. The boys were right.
"Because we're little angels and we wouldn't ever do anything wrong." James said, giving her his biggest puppy dog look. Sirius joined in, looking more like a 5 year old than a dog.
Of course, with her being female and all, gave in to both of the little boys' looks.
"Fine. Go, but if I catch one word-" She said, and they both jumped up.
"Thank you thank you thank you!" James said, and SIrius just grinned.
They both walked out of her office snickering.
Being eleven could only work for so long, and the boys were prepared to milk it.
For all it was worth.
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There, another chappie. Haha!
Leora