Harry Potter and the Forsaken Society
Based on a You Tube animated movie (by Potterwatch productions) that never was released. (Yet)
It's a fan fiction, about a fan fiction!
Description: five years after Harry and his friends had defeated the Dark Lord for good a new and strange society is uprising and no one knows what it was. That is, no one except for, the Order. Not just the Wizarding world is in peril once again but the Muggle world is also at risk! Will Harry stop them in time, or will his efforts be lost to the Dark Lord? (Please note that since this movie never came out I have to infer on what happened but I'm not completely in the dark! There are 2 trailers for this movie on You Tube under their user name and channel)
It was a quiet Sunday evening in the Burrow; then again, it's always quiet now that Fred was gone. Everyone took it hard but George took it the worst. Sure he couldn't help but pull a wise crack here and there but otherwise it's like without Fred, George isn't complete. They were two inseparable people, though they were twins, one couldn't live without the other. One had to try.
Harry was sitting on the couch holding his invisibility cloak, thinking of his past years and what a hassle they were. If he only got one normal year at Hogwarts he wouldn't have minded. But then again, it wouldn't have been as great or exciting as it was. He, Ron, and Hermione got off from the Ministry on Sundays. At first they didn't want to but the Ministry insisted because of the work they had done by defeating the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord… it seemed weird to Harry now. Now that it's all over, well, even though there are a few death eaters probably cowering in a hole somewhere now that their Ruler is dead. Hmm, dead… to be dead. Voldemort is dead. Harry kept saying it to himself in his head but for some reason, he didn't believe himself. He had seen it! He had killed Voldemort, Why was he doubting it! Harry felt like something awful was going to happen. He tried to shake the feeling off him, but it was no use. Then he remembered. Being dead. I was dead. I had died before, it was the last time I have seen Dumbledore. Harry thought, he couldn't help but feel lonely. He was surrounded by people who loved him, people who he loved. Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, George, Charlie, Ginny. Harry hadn't been to Hogwarts since the final Battle, there was just too many memories, but for that exact same reason did he want go. The Ministry had helped rebuild parts of Hogwarts and he was told a dedication was placed in the middle of the courtyard, a dedication to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Oh how Harry wanted to see it. To see him again, even if it is through stone. Lost in his own thoughts of the good old Hogwarts days he didn't even notice the smell coming from the kitchen. The smell was of the dinner for that evening that Mrs. Weasley was making. Lucky for her Ron was an over achiever when it came to being an Auror. "Just about the only thing he ever got a good grade in." Hermione would always say to get people laughing whenever it was brought up and she always did. They all needed a good laugh once in a while, even if it is from something they've all heard before. But because Ron did well in the department he got a good pay and could afford things he couldn't afford in his Hogwarts days. They weren't rich but if you asked Mrs. Weasley she'd say they were.
Ginny was helping her mother cook the food while Ron and Hermione where upstairs and as far as Harry was concerned, Ron liked Hermione, Hermione liked Ron, and their kiss proved it but as far as he knew, they weren't announced together. Five years, five years has gone by and there was no relationship luck for Ron and Hermione, but the same couldn't be said for Harry and Ginny. They were only Boyfriend and Girlfriend but at least it's progress. Suddenly there was a loud whoosh of air coming from the kitchen and Harry's thoughts of Hogwarts shattered as he reacted to the loud noise by going into the kitchen with his hand near his pocket in case he needed his wand. Ron and Hermione came Running down the stairs; they must have heard it too. After all those years together the trio could practically read each other's minds. As they started to turn the corner, a strong, assertive, familiar voice came from the kitchen.
"Where is Harry, I must Speak to him." It was Kingsly.
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