Author: I love cliffies but this one was too hard on everyone, including myself. So I figure why not end the madness with a short chapter.
I left you guys off with Harry and Remus about to die.
Harry Potter didn't notice the honking horn or the rumbling earth as the truck came closer. All he cared about was getting his keepsakes back.
When the Londoners noticed that the little boy in the middle of the street didn't move, they were surprised when the boy didn't appear at the other end.
"Poor thing must be stuck to the tire," they all thought.
But they were wrong. You see, the Boy-who-lived, lived. (PUN)
Fawkes' daughter came to the rescue at the very last minute. Poor thing, she found it quite hard to find Harry. And we must give her credit after all; she was just a baby in an adult's body.
Harry didn't notice anything until, when he reached for some pieces, his hand found grass. He looked up and found himself in some sort of park.
He unconsciously started petting the Phoenix while his head replayed the grim death he escaped.
"Thanks girl," he whispered, knowing somehow that that was right.
Harry didn't know what to name her, but he thought back to his happiest memory with his "family". It was his birthday.
Hint Hint this is a flashback.
Harry was only three years old. He had learned to clean everything from the floor up the tabletops by then. Today he was turning four. All he expected today was more work.
This time his aunt had caught him reading the newspaper when he was supposed to have been mopping the kitchen. Instead of hitting him over the head with a pot, she asked questions about what he was reading, with a quick warning to do his chores she went out.
When she came back his aunt shoved a book in his hand.
"Happy Birthday Harry; work on the recipe on page four."
His aunt had given him a Cookbook -- the best thing Harry had ever gotten.
Hint Hint end flashback
"Your name shall be Cookbook"
Cookbook flew off in a flash of flames, leaving only one feather behind.
Harry looked at the broken halves of the toothbrush, some wire he had collected from the calculator, and the feather lying on the ground, when all of a sudden, he came up with a crazy idea.
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Remus Lupin was being carried out to his trial. He had forgotten that, since he was a werewolf, he had the right to a trial before death.
None of the pack looked pleased to see him. It was foolish to believe that this lot would free him.
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Linda was a lone werewolf, and one that was well respected on Moon Mountain, for she was a seer.
She felt it in her bones that someone at death's door was to pass; it would spell doom for the earth.
Now, she wondered what to do and where to go to save that someone's life.
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Fawkes had been waiting for this all week. Though he had tried to hit all the hats (and even had his family help), Albus Dumbledore had this annoying way of knowing which hat wasn't acting as a toilet.
He watched as the old man put on his hat.
Albus laughed. "This is a poor prank you have pulled off, my friend. But remember your waste has no smell or taste."
Fawkes sulked for days after that.
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