Harry Potter and the Awakened Dark

[PetitePirate]

puppy, that was AMAZING. AMAZING. and of course you may use my fanfic! imagine my excitement at seeing it there...it was like seeing my name in the 6th book...awesome....i am SO believning this. the 6th book's gonna come out and im gonna be like "no, that doesn't happen. puppy said THIS happens." GO PUPPY! THIS IS AMAZING!

[PuppyDawg]

Wow. Thank you for the AMAZING compliment.

[PetitePirate]

nonono, it wasn't a compliment, it was the TRUTH! or is it still a compliment if its the truth...lol...i dunno...

puppy, read my new fanfic!

[Blinkinc6]

this is good stuff... u mind readin mine (the one without a title... wanna know what u think)

[PuppyDawg]

I feel so special now! Everyone wants me to read theirs! I will after I do something. I'm just on here to bug my sis.

[PetitePirate]

write more, puppy! write more!

[PuppyDawg]

Chapter Four
Fright Begins

Groggily opening his eyes, Harry focused in on a swarm of people surrounding his bed. Massive pain attacked his body; he felt as though he had just died two times over. The terror of the graveyard was still intense. He could see the Death Eaters advancing toward him, hungrily staring at his unarmed body. He shivered, making his bed squeak. "My gosh, Harry," squealed Mrs. Weasley. "You're awake. Good heavens, we all thought you were-" She swallowed this last thought, apparently not wanting to scare Harry.

All eyes were one him, each pooled with concern. He wished they'd look away. He wanted to melt into his bed and disappear. The pain kareening through his veins was unbareable. He felt tears welling in his eyes as he tried moving in a more comfortable position. There was no such thing. "Harry," couged Lupin, noting his discomfort. "We'll all be going and will be inside St. Mungo's if you need us."

The filed out, all looking one by one at Harry, their eyes the last thing to go out the door. He broke down. Crying hysterically, the emotions overtook him. He was scared. They had played with him, taunted him about death. Death was not a game. They played with his life until he didn't want to live. They tortured him, mocked him, defiled his parents' name and Sirius's. He felt the torture of Bellatrix's wand and wrath.

As the tears soiled his robes, Harry realized a pair of eyes surveyed him from outside the door. Lupin stared at him, eyes filled with just as much pain, breathing heavily on the glass. Each time the breath faded away, another replaced it with a tortured look. Harry motioned for Lupin to come in, even though he knew he looked like a mess.

Lupin stumbled in; circles ensnared his eyes and Harry could tell he hadn't been sleeping. He sat down on a vacant bed next to Harry and joined his tears. "I am sorry," he wept, the salty tears washing on his robes. "I could've saved you." He couldn't speak anymore, he bobbed his mouth open and shut, obviously at a loss of words.

Harry touched his arm, assuring him without words that he forgave him. Thay sat there, together, weeping in silence.

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Okay, this isn't the end, but I have to go to bed. It's 9:55! Goodnight y'all, I finish tomorrow!

[amiphist]

wow, i'm really believing this, i feel like i;m there, watching it all happen

[PetitePirate]

omg, puppy, this is seriously wonderful. yay, i love lupin-harry moments...write more!

[PuppyDawg]

Okay, here's part two of chapter 4

Everyone looked at Harry as though he was either insane or about to drop dead at any second. From returning from St. Mungo's, the aura around Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place was tense. Eyes followed Harry everywhere he went, watching him, making sure no one would ever attack him again. If this was in a muggles world, Harry would think they were GPS-ing him. Mrs. Weasley had taken to asking him how he was everytime he went into the kitchen, to the point where he only went in there for meals. He helped in the continuous house cleaning, but no one talked to him. Fred and George were gone, so no one could break the ice.

One day, an owl arrived on the foot of Harry's bed, laden with letters and several clippings of the same article. In huge, bold letters, read the title Harry Potter Targeted, Survived But Well?

Everyone knows the story of Harry Potter, but will knowing his history be enough to save him? Inside access at St. Mungo's tells about Harry's summer "holiday". The inside access told us a sad, but true story of Harry being kidnapped by You-Know-Who. What is our Minister doing to prevent the Boy Who Lived from stopping? The insider states, "When he arrived at the hospital, I thought it was a joke. Though, his heart continued to beat. He survived, but only just . Why isn't the Minister taking extra precautions?" That's a question we all want answered.

Harry could believe it. His embarrassing failure publically went around. Looking at the letters, they all were filled with sympathy and sorrow. He chucked them. He didn't want anyone or anything to remind him of his humiliating defeat. "Um, Harry," Harry heard Ron's voice from outside the door. "Someone's hear to see you."

The door opened slowly as Harry waited in anticipation. No one could cheer him up, but a change in scenery would be good. "Harry," a feeble voice croaked. "I beg of you, forgive me."

Harry's thoughts instantly zapped to Lupin, but as the door opened more, a small, decrepit figure came to view. Silver hair sweeping, a man with half-moon spectacles came into the room. There was no sparkle in his eyes and no smile on his lips. "Harry," Dumbledore pleaded. "Please forgive me."

Confusion attacked Harry's body as he stared into a old man's pain. "Professor," He mumbled, his confusion seeping through. "I don't mean to be intrusive, but why must I forgive you? You have done nothing wrong?"

A smile gently changed Dumbledore's face as a tear leaked down it. "It was my fault that you were taken. I did not check all my plans, you could have died. Why aren't you mad at me? Harry, all your life I have failed at attempting you. This was the worse. I wish you would be angry at me."

"Professor," Harry smiled, feeling quite foolish comforting his headmaster. "I have thought quite a bunch over the summer. What comes will come. It just depends on how you look at it. Professor, I escaped with my life. Don't know how, I must admit," A weak chuckle escaped from Dumbledore's lips. "But I did. Doesn't that count as anything. Anyway, I pictured the "Final Battle" with me and Voldemort when we both had wands. Cheaters never prosper."

Dumbledore looked at Harry in utter amazement. It was a look of a father pround of his son's accomplishment. "Isn't this the day?" He said weakly. "The day where Harry Potter makes more sense then Dumbledore? Oh, I am getting old."

Laughing, Harry tried to comfort Dumbledore. "Look, the past is the past and present is now. I'd rather live in the present than in the past."

Shaking his head, a peculiar sensation came over Dumbledore. "You truely are your father's son. You truely are Sirius's godson."

Harry peered at Dumbledore, trying to sink in his words. This had been the second time he had been called his father's son. Even though the road was bumpy, Harry felt pride swell in his body for his father. Yes, he admitted, he was imature at times, but then again, we all are. And the thought of Sirius, for the first time since his departure, made Harry smile.


That's the end of Chapter 4! Whaddya think?

[PetitePirate]

gahh!! your gonna make me cry, puppy! SO GOOD!

[amiphist]

wow! i don't know what else to say, i've used all my best compliments already, btw: in the first paragraph it says, GPS-ing, what does it mean?

[PetitePirate]

global-something or other, isnt it? a way of tracking things. probably has a different term in england.

[PuppyDawg]

Yeah, I'm American, so I don't know. GPS is global position satellite. You can track anyone w/ the GPS chip anywhere.

[amiphist]

oh yeah, i remember now, my dad has one, i'm being a bit stupid today, and it is GPS here