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Post by PuppyDawg on May 27, 2004 18:13:14 GMT -5
Okay, this is really ambitious. I am, hem hem *Dolores-like* going to attempt to write the 6th book. (You all are gonna hate me) So, here we go: Harry Potter and the Awakened Dark.
P.S. I'm going to use some rumors that are flying about and even one of my other fanfics to get ideas. This one's gonna take a while.
Chapter 1 Exposure
The days inched by in a crawl as a scrawny boy, age sixteen, sat wearily on his bed, his eyes pouring over the day's newspaper. However, this newspaper's pictures flitted across the screen, showing emotions and thoughts. In huge, bold lettering read the title More Mysterious Deaths, What Is the Ministry Doing to Get Involved? Chuckling in contempt, Harry Potter scanned the article. Harry Potter was small for his age; he held a look that revealed lack of nourishment and a pinched look about his face. He had jet black hair that had its own personailty, he stopped trying to get it to lay flat, and enormous green eyes that were plagued with loss. His face had rarely even twitched a smile for there was so little to smile about. Constant news of death destruction and mayhem soiled the news and made Harry wonder if he prefurred last summer when he didn't know what was going on. At least nothing was happening.
Finishing the article, Harry gazed up at his ceiling and his thoughts wandered to his godfather. He suffered this loss alone, without comfort and without friends. It made the pain only harsher. He felt as though the world turned his back on him, spiting him. No one besides close friends knew what event that tragically changed his life. No one could ever know. Sirius Black's name was soiled forever.
Even though he had no physical contact with wizards of his kind, every day Harry opened his windows to the storms of owls streamed in. People wanted his forgiveness, they wanted to clear their concious about how horrible they treated him all along. I knew you were telling the truth, but the Ministry's influence was to great... There is no excuse for our behavior but if you could find it in your heart... Hary wished they'd stop. He knew they didn't give a damn about him, but only about his scar.
Stretching his legs like a cat, Harry twirled out his bed, debating whether to go downstairs or not. He really didn't want to meet the Dursleys, but they had been unavoidable lately. Vernon Dursley, a large, beefy, intimidating man with little neck, began a new hobby. Everytime Harry surfaced from his cave, he paraded him with questions, from asking how high the body count is to explaining who the "Voldy-thingy" is.
Reaching the conclusion that staying in his room would either starve or bore him to death, Harry trudged downstairs to his relative's living room. This reminded Harry of the time a handful of witches and wizards barged into the room, coming to take him away. Harry laughed at the thought of Tonks, a metamorphigus who useually wore pink hair, had called the neatness "unnatural". Tonks calling the room unnatural was like a bird wondering why it could fly.
"What's so funny, boy?" snuffed Uncle Vernon. His eyes were blood-shot, as always. Harry had a suspicion that he was suffering from insomnia, but no where near what Harry was recieving. "Did that Voldy-man kill someone else, and you're laughing. You're more bloodthirsty than I thought."
"No," gasped Harry. The thought of him laughing at death was nightmarish. Although explaining to Uncle Vernon why he was laughing was even more so. Harry believed that he didn't know that it was a witch that had tricked him believing he had won the "Best Suburban Lawn" contest.
"What's the news today, boy?" He snapped, obviously upset with Harry's happieness. "Did your freak-a-zoid snuff anyone else today?"
Harry felt anger rize in his body. His uncle didn't realize these were people too. He just thought they were freaks who waved wands. That freak was somebody's brother. That freak had a family. That freak died. "Actually," he said through gritted teeth. "Yes. Five more. That makes the count up to twenty-six."
Wheeling around, Harry left the room, leaving his Uncle's disgruntled noises behind him. Talking about death made Harry's thoughts wander to Sirius. Everything made his thoughts wander to Sirius. He was like a addiction Harry couldn't get rid of.
Opening the door, Harry was flashed by the sun as she brightly smiled merrily. Why is it, when you want it to rain, the sun is out? Harry thought moodily to himself.
Making his way down the foot-worn paths, Harry stopped dead in his tracks. An owl was twitching madly toward him, carrying a letter and heading his way. It dropped the letter at Harry's feet, and took off. Figuring it was another fan-letter, Harry was about to trown it away. But as his hand reached the garbage can, he stopped. Something caught his eye on the letter.
Dread filled his body as his eyes locked on a skull and snake. No, he pleaded to himself. Dumbledore said as long as I was at the Dursleys', they couldn't touch me. As nasty voice slithered, They're not touching you, Harry.
Opening the letter, Harry read a short message.
Harry~
We are blood thirsty. We will get you. You're not safe. We're watching.
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Post by PuppyDawg on May 28, 2004 12:43:12 GMT -5
No, thought Harry, the terror of the letter sinking into his veins. This cannot be. Dumbledore said they couldn't touch me. They're just trying to scare me. I'm sure of it. But he was not sure. Surely even the marvelous Dumbledore could make a mistake.
He reread the letter a hundred times over and whirled around to make for the Dursley's again. Then, he stopped as a thought hit him. Hedwig wasn't back from her trip yet. Harry rarely ever worried about his snowy owl, expect this trip was uncanny. He had sent a letter to the Order of the Peonix explaining that he was not, in any way, being hurt and/or punished. She had been gone five days now and, even though she had been gone for longer periods of time before, he had this gut-feeling that he didn't know everything that was going on.
Anyways, even if Hedwig was back, Harry wasn't sure how to write about this. He didn't know if his letters were being intercepted or not. However, seeing if Hedwig was home or figuring out how to put this in writing would be much more intruiging than strolling aimlessly around Wisteria Walk.
He reached the door with a heavy heart, knowing all eyes were on him. His aunt and uncle began storming him with questions, which he ignored completely. "What do you got in your hand, boy?" Uncle Vernon snapped. "Is it another letter from your freaky friends? Give it here!"
Crumpling it up in his hands, some interesting sensation came over Harry. He chucked it at him. Harry felt oblivious to his action as shouts of anger rang in the background. "Leave me alone!" He shrieked. They didn't care about him, just as the rest of the world.
Reaching his private sanction, Harry gasped with horror. Every flowing feeling of fear and contempt flooded his body. It seemed unrealistic. This isn't happening, He tried telling himself. No, no, no...
Hedwig was back. Pinned against the wall in a bloody mass, the magnificent bird's eyes were misted and Harry knew all life was drained out of her. They killed his bird.
The blood that drained from her body permanently scarred his mind. He wanted to flee from the room. He was so scared of the poisoned wall, he could not handle walking over to his pained bird.
Dashing down the stairs with marvelous haste, a cold sweat broke. Beads of sweat trickled down his face as he realized he was face-to-face with a purple man. Uncle Vernon was shaking, Harry's letter in hand. "I-I have b-been very leiniant," He stutter, anger continously rising in his cheeks. "A-About the danger you have brought upon our family. This is the final straw. You are herby banished from this household."
This was the very last thing Harry expected. This couldn't be happening. Harry knew clearly he needed to stay at the Dursleys, his life depended on it. Uncle Vernon rushed up to his bedroom and Harry heard a loud yell. Five minutes later, he tumpeted down the stairs with all Harry's belongings in hand and threw them out the door. "I saw what they did to your bloody bird and I am not waiting for them to do it to my family!"
Grasping Harry by the shirt collar, he threw Harry outside. Harry heard the door click and knew he was locked out. He couldn't believe it. Everything that had happened in a course of ten minutes paralyzed him to the brink of insanity. "Why aren't you gone?" bellowed Uncle Vernon from the inside of the house. The door swung open and Harry's eyes projected a huge rifle in his uncle's hand. Shooting it horribly loud, Uncle Vernon shouted, "Out! Go, or I'll shoot you!"
Harry sprinted down the road, blasts blaring behind him. He just needed to get to Mrs. Figgs house. Just a little run with his luggage. As his bags pounded against his chest, he thought he heard something behind him. Stopping his running, the mysterious noise stopped. "No, Potter you're not hearing things. Turn around and see who's come to see you. Haven't you heard, Azkaban has been let loose."
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Post by PuppyDawg on May 28, 2004 16:19:00 GMT -5
The next chapter is called, hmm... The Preventable Occurs.
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Post by orlandobabe726 on May 29, 2004 4:15:14 GMT -5
Oh my god..... *faints* thats like a horror story. Its really good! Awsome! ;D
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Post by PuppyDawg on May 29, 2004 9:06:57 GMT -5
Chapter 2 The Preventable Occurs
The terror that was currently flowing through his veins had stopped time. He couldn't feel the blood pounding in his body, he couldn't feel his heart exploding from his chest. "Yes, Harry. We've come for you. We have set everything up for months and at last! We have conquered all obstacles! How does it feel to be betrayed by the wonderful Dumbledore's plan?"
Slowly inching around, Harry found himself in the shadow of Lucius Malfoy. "No, you're in Azkaban. You can't be here. I'm being watched. They would've prevented this." this statement was more trying to convince himself than the Death Eaters that were circling around his body like vultures.
"Don't be such a niiave twit, Potter. Do you really think the Dumbledore could outsmart the greatest wizard of all time? Do you really think that one measley guard will stop a pack of bloodthirsty Death Eaters? Did it really come across your mind that Squib, Figg, could save you now? You're wrong, Potter. You have been alone this entire time. No one can save you."
Yanking Harry's arm with apparent hunger, Lucius got out his wand. "What are you going to do? Let me go, your master wouldn't be pleased if you killed me. He wants to do it himself, I know it."
Another masked Death Eater stirred. Grumbling in a voice of poison, he stated, "The boy's right. The Dark Lord would be very upset with you if you killed him." It was Macnair. White hot anger surged through Harry's veins. So, I took your pray of Buckbeak so you want my flesh?
Putting his wand away, Lucius Malfoy expressed his absolute deprivation. "I'll tell you, Potter. I will watch you die. I will watch you writhe in the hands of my master as he tortures you. I will be-"
"Harry!" A frightened voice rang through the crisp, morning air. Harry knew that voice. It couldn't be... but it was.
"Lupin!" Shouted Harry, but he was instantly slapped. Stars formed around his eyes as he tried to see who had hit him. Pure hatred trilled through his body as he saw. Bellatrix.
"Shut up, you horrible boy, unless you want every waking moment of the rest of your pathetic life hell." Bellatrix shrieked in her high-pitched, evil voice. "Someone, do something! Our cover is blown!"
Spells rebounded off the trees and signs as Lupin desperately tried to prevent this event. "Harry, try and get free!" Lupid cried, out of breath from the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
A hand reached out on Harry's throat, snatching all breath from his lungs. "You're not going anywhere." Hissed a foreign voice.
The Death Eaters began to chant. The chanting raised to the heavens, boring into Harry's skull. He felt ill and his scar burned in unimaginable pain. Then, the road dissolved. He was gone.
*
Lupin searched frantically for any signs of where they took Harry. "Harry!" He shouted hopelessly in the dust. His heart sank to his feet as he realized he had failed his best friend's last request.
Chapter 2 will continue some other time.
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Post by amiphist on May 29, 2004 9:52:58 GMT -5
i haven't read chapter two yet, but taht must be the best fic you've ever written, abd that's saying something cos your fics are always excellent
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Post by amiphist on May 29, 2004 10:08:01 GMT -5
i just read the second part, and wow, that's even better than the first, i only have one problem, i'm squeamish and the image of hedwig dead is stuck in my head
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Post by orlandobabe726 on May 29, 2004 10:43:10 GMT -5
Oh, poor Ami..... *puts arm around Ami*
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Post by PetitePirate on May 29, 2004 11:27:52 GMT -5
OMG PUPPY!! this is AMAZING! keep writing!
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Post by lileales on May 30, 2004 3:35:19 GMT -5
omg, they killed Hedwig! What comes next?!!
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Post by Blinkinc6 on May 30, 2004 4:55:15 GMT -5
good stuff ( well pretend that never happened) ;D
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Post by PuppyDawg on May 30, 2004 7:54:44 GMT -5
^'Cept I'm a woman! LOL!
Okay, here's the rest of Chapter 2
An odd sensation came over Harry when his feet finally smacked against the ground. It felt as though his insides and outsides flipped and he would puke any moment. His ears perked as he heard excited muttering all around his head, swarming his head like a mass of angry bees. He's here... Oh, how are you, filth... We're hungry for Harry Potter...
The fear that was plaguing Harry's body kareened to out of his mouth. Retching onto the ground, hundreds of Death Eaters laughed at him, making his ears burn. "Harry Potter, you are surprised with our numbers?"
Harry chose not to answer this. Even though this was not the reason he threw up, the thought had reached his mind. He was astonished at how the numbers grew since he had last seen the Death Eaters as a whole. "What do you want with me?" He bellowed, trying to cover his fright. "Your master isn't even here, I would've known."
Even though truth stung his words, Harry's scar was burning with an edge. It was not great enough for him to actually be present, but strong enough to make him want to high-tail it out of the death trap. "Right you are Potter, he had some unfinished business to take care of. But he will be back in good time. Don't you worry."
Yeah, right. Harry mocked inside his head. Worry is the last thing that is coming to mind. Riggghht...
The moments waiting for Voldemort was torure in itself. No voice spoke; the deadly silence stabbed Harry like daggers. He wanted Voldemort to come and end it. He knew had to beat Voldemort, but it didn't think it would have to be so soon. And without a wand.
At that moment Harry realized that he was about to die. He was about to come face-to-face with the most feared wizard of all time, one who wanted him dead nonetheless, and challenge him without a wand.
"Scary thought, isn't Harry?"
I'm debating whether that's the end of Chapter 2. Tell me what you think!
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Post by PetitePirate on May 30, 2004 8:14:57 GMT -5
KEEP WRITING!!
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Post by amiphist on May 30, 2004 9:52:15 GMT -5
Oh, poor Ami..... *puts arm around Ami* thanks orli, and that's a good ending puppydawg, please write more
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Post by PuppyDawg on May 30, 2004 11:14:07 GMT -5
Chapter 3 Near Death
Ice-hot fear flooded Harry's body as he turned around to face his nemisis, Voldemort. "Yes, Harry, even the great Dumbledore makes mistakes. He could not fathom the amount of fear that lies within Muggles when out world comes in contact with theirs. Who knows," He sneered, getting great pleasure out of Harry's fear. Harry had come to believe that he fed off of it. "we may surface this time, even involving the Muggles. Imagine the anarchy, it's dream."
"You sick and twisted freak!" Harry yelled.
"Crucio!" shrieked a voice, but it was not Voldemort's. He knew that voice. As Harry writhed in pain, the voice cut like daggers. It was her. The horrible person that had slayed his only family left.
"Bella, no!" Bellowed Voldemort and pain ceased from Harry's body. He was surprised to find himself still standing. A shout had not escaped his lips. "Contain yourself, we do not harm him yet. We have all the time in the world!"
"But, h-he dares," She spat in hatred. It was obvios she still hadn't forgiven Harry for calling Voldemort a half-blood last year. "He d-dares to c-call you names. He d-did so last year, I w-wanted to a-avenge, but L-Lucius held m-me back. O-Oh please, l-let me have h-him for just a little while."
Smiling in his own wicked way, Voldemort cooed, "Hush, Bella. I am a half-blood, like himself. He just doesn't realize, however, blood purity is not a matter in this argument. I am strong and he is weak, Bella. Do not worry yourself with details. He is to die anyway."
Harry surveyed Bellatrix's face now that he could focus. Her face was healthier compared to the gaunt horror it was before, but she seemed as though every move she made was evaluated. She lost her zest in evil since Harry last saw her; there was no mock in her eyes and she lost the girlish-hatred. Then Harry's thoughts wandered to their last meeting. She had failed Voldemort by losing the prophecy. He shuddered thinking of what punishment she recieved for her incompetance.
"Yes, Harry, it was awful." Voldemort smiled, mocking Harry since he could read his mind. "But, you'll recieve much, much worse. You see, I know you Harry. I know what scares you. You cannot escape me. you should have learned this by now. You will never escape me."
Harry gazed in fear as Voldemort motioned to the creatures that made his hair curl, dementors. They glided toward him, like a silent, cloaked figure of death. Harry began to sweat, with no wand to defend himself from these beasts. No, don't kill Harry... Take him, Lily, I'll be alright... No James, this isn't supposed to happen... Who would do this to us?.... No, I won't give up Harry!... This is what we've tried to prevent... HARRY!....
Thoughts swarmed his head as the demtors lurked closer. He fell to his knees, the terrible memories washing over him. "Don't you feel the pain, Harry?" Voldemort cackled. "Can't you just feel your parents fear? All because of this man here..." Voldemort yanked Wormtail by the shoulder and plunged him into view. Through closed eye lids, Harry saw that Wormtail was ghostly white. He was perspiring and he looked afraid.
"No," Harry said weakly, trying to stand up and face the dementors around him. "You won't scare me! I will not be scared!"
Sirius!... He's dead, Harry..... SIRIUS!... Let him go, Harry...
"NO!"
The dementors were knocked off their feet and blasted against trees and gravestones. Harry finally realized he was in the same place where he saw Voldemort be reborn. "You will," Harry seethed through gritted teeth. "Not make me hide. You will not make me a coward. I will fight you!"
Laughter broke out around the graveyard, however Voldemort's eyes looked reproachful. "Fools! What do you laugh at? What I just saw was a boy defending himself from Dementors without magic. I see no humor, I see threat. Stop laughing." His poisonous voice echoed around the graveyard and all laughter ceased. He turned to Harry. "Harry, I know you are not an easy child to get rid of, but mark my words, I will make you perish.
"Everyone will help, do not worry. You will all get a taste of Harry Potter!"
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He placed the limp body on the ground of the hidden house. He didn't know exactly where it was, so he sent red sparks in the sky where the boy's body lay. Then, he was gone.
Seeing the sparks from the window of Gimmauld Place, Lupin dashed to the door. There, lying on the street, lay a small boy. Black hair, borken glasses, and green eyes with a look of terror still mounted on his face. Tears welled up in Lupins eyes as he wept for the famous Harry Potter.
Hearing Lupin's cry, the entire residents of Gimmauld Place dashed out of the house. As soon as their eyes caught sight of Harry, they were plagued with tears. Ron looked so shocked, his face looked broken. Hermione wept loudly, clutching Ginny as they cried together. It seemed the entire world ended.
Crouching down to the boy, Charlie picked up Harry as he did years ago (Look at PetitePirate's fanfic. Sorry Double P if you don't want me using this). He tried to listen to his dreams again, but he couldn't. They carried him inside, tears challenging the rain that pelted from the sky.
Then, a small heartbeat thudded. On and on...
Chapter 4 comin' up! Tell me what you think!
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