A/N: Hey. I'm trying to get as much of this story in as I can right now because I have to start studying for my midterm exams... they're this Wednesday and I keep putting off studying. Anyway, here's chapter 15.
Zarroc: Well, we'll find out. Keep reading.
Jarno: I'm sorry about what I said before. I hope your friend is doing ok now. Like I said, one of my close friends was abused by her stepfather too. He hit her all the time and kicked her out of the house. She had to live with her grandma for a while until it was save to go home again. Anyway, some abused children react differently than others. So, I apologize for before. I obviously am under a lot of stress with exams coming up and I'm having problems with some people at school and have just recently been informed that my best friend may have a brain tumor. The last thing I need right now is a fight with someone over the internet that I don't even know. Anyway, I'm glad that you like my story and hope you forgive the misunderstanding... and keep reading...
disclaimer: i do not own Harry Potter or any characters
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Harry woke on the morning of Halloween, dreading the day completely. Halloween would be a great time for Snape to try and pull something dangerous to Harry off. He got up, dressed quickly, and went down into the common room.
"Good morning, Harry," Hermione greeted him. Harry could sense the nervousness in her voice. She must have been thinking the same thing he was. He nodded his head toward her as he noticed Ron sitting at a table with her, finishing his Transfiguration essay.
"When do you have McGonagall?" Ron asked from the table.
"Not until this afternoon," Harry replied shortly. Despite the conversation the previous night, Harry still felt bitter toward Ron.
"What are you doing this morning then?" Hermione asked.
"Quidditch practice," Harry replied. He was captain of the Gryffindor team this year. "We need to be ready for the opening match against Ravenclaw."
"Be careful," Hermione cautioned him, looking out the window. "It looks like it could get nasty out there. The sky's so dark."
"Don't worry," Harry assured her, shrugging off what she'd just said. "I've played through storms before." After bidding the two of them a goodbye, Harry exited the common room with his broomstick and headed toward the Quidditch field, hoping the rest of the team was already there. Luckily, they were.
"Ok. I wanna go over some simple things first. I hope to have made a lot of progress before the storm starts. I have high hopes for the team this year!" Harry announced, having to yell above the raging winds.
The team positioned themselves around the field and took off. Harry squinted hard as he whizzed through the air, trying to see out of his glasses. A few minutes passed and Harry heard a tremendous crash of thunder.
"Harry! The storm's coming!" hollered one of the beaters from below.
"We've only just started!" Harry yelled back. "Let's go a little longer!" Harry flew through the air, the cool wind causing water to stream from his eyes. Suddenly, a terrible feeling sensation came over him. One that he knew all too well. One that he had experienced in his third and fifth years. One that told him a dementor was near.
Harry looked around quickly, hoping to spot the dementor and cast it away. Why was there one here? Harry felt a cold rush come over him and he yelled to his teammates.
"Go! Practice is over! Get to the castle!" Confused, the Gryffindor team sailed to the ground. Harry saw them all land and looked up. In the distance he could see a dementor. The world began spinning. Harry scrambled for his wand and struggled to stay on his broomstick. It was too late though. He was falling. The air was pushing him down toward the ground. As he fell, Harry could hear the screams of his teammates. Right before he hit the ground, Harry looked at the stands and could have sworn he saw Professor Snape gazing up at the dementor, smiling. Seconds later, the world went black.
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A/N: Is Harry ok? Stay tuned to find out. Tell me what you think. I've gotta go study.