A new chapter yeyeye… actually got to type it up today… sorry for the long wait… It's just that I was busy …. With life. The draft was just lying in the notebook and never got around to do it. L
Anyway a bit short just muses, next chapter will have a quicker update… I hope!
Thanks for all reviewers it's really what keeps me going…
Yana5 : it could be, that depends on how many people what to see it …
Guardian Angel of Wolves: thank you very much for pointing that out, I'll change it.
Brownie/Melody: grammer! Grimace weakest point perhaps. Since you're held back… picked up a stick #&$&! ;)
Phantom666; Suuki-Aldrea; Erik's Wild Nightingale… woho readers and reviewers… god bless you ;)
To reviewers:
"Reviewssss, reviewsssssssss! We love them, yessss yessss we do!"
"No! No! We hate them."
"But… but they are so nicessss." Looks doe eyed
"Oh no they're just trying to lure you in to a sense of security then…"
"They wouldn't do that, would they?"
"yesss"
"No I don't believe you, they're nicesss, nicesss reviewers and they love ussss too." Beating eyelashes (you have eyelashes ! Oo) shivers
"they don't love usss."
"they do"
"they don't"
"yessss"
"no"
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"it's not your story anywaysssss!"
"it's not! Then we hate it, hate it…!"
what did you say! 'Evil glare' Scream and runs
"we are sorry, your evil lady nessssss, lady evilnessss! Or are you an evil lordnessss? Suron…. NO? um morgoth? Voldemort? (how did he know voldemort?)…Lucifer? (don't even ask)" 'muttering on'
are you quite finished… 'Dangerous glare.
'Gulp' quickly skulking away….
lol
Continuing on
A Day of Celebration
Today in the streets of London, as do many other, are filled with strange people with peculiar clothing and cheerful faces.
Whispers of great deeds and delightening events passed among the joyous crowd. Excited voices speaking of the down fall of He Who Must Not Be Named and also the Boy Who Lived.
Packs of owls fly across the sky when the sun still hung high, meteor showers like fireworks makes appearances in the night sky.
Every where people rejoiced, even the most ignorant muggles have noticed that something was different, and was effected by the atmosphere, whether or not they're happy about it.
For today is a day for celebration. The dark lord has fallen, good have prevailed over evil.
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Dumbledore was sitting in the headmaster office in Hogwarts, he has just come back from his trip of sending Harry to his uncle's house. Hagrid and McGonagall have gone back to their quarters.
Ever since a night five years ago, a strange sense of foreboding has been growing in his mind, could it be the foresight of death, or is it something else.
Harry is one years old, he is the only one that survived the Avada Kedavra andis destened to compete with Voldemort. Dumbledore had thought over all options that he has, like keeping Harry at Hogworts or in the Order, and even perhapes protected by the Toror' Taur' ohtarie – the brotherhood of Pathfinders.
In the end he decided to raise himin his uncle's family.
Howgwarts would be a wonderful place, but it is too obvious a place , there is just too much people in and out of the school.
The Order of the phoenix is also very discreet and safe place, but it it because of it means to be discrete that Harry can not be kept there. He can not risk exposing both the Order and Harry at the same time.
There is another place however that he have thought about, the Toror' Taur' ohtarie, witches and wizards of the society have been a mystery for all. The society was incredibly discreet. He've only find out about them because of an unfortunate incident with the Misitry (from whom a few people had a strangly blank memory of a perticuler evening). The members of the clan divoted themselves to the study of Dark Art, not to use them but how to counter them. The headquarter of the society should be a safe enough place to stay, but he do not have complete trust in them. He knows too little.
Wizards are born into the clan, only the unusually gifted are grant entrence when enter as an adult. No one knows their exact number or where or who they are. It is a secret society after all…
Dumbledore took off his glasses, pinching the brige of his nose, look out the window, twinkling eyes mirrored the outside world. Upon the dark depth of the night sky, fireworks can be seen even so far as from Hogwarts. Today was a cause for celebration indeed, the dark lord has fallen, thought he do not believe that he is tryly gone forever, but at least there is going to be peace for quite a while. All we are to do now was to rest in peace knowing that you will wake up tomorrow morning to see the golden sun. A moment of tranquility in time.
not much progress isn't it:( I just hope the next update wouldn't take so long...