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Post by PetitePirate on May 31, 2004 9:21:45 GMT -5
meh. go figure.
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Post by amiphist on May 31, 2004 11:18:23 GMT -5
soory, the pain of my tooth was blinding my thinking power
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Post by PuppyDawg on May 31, 2004 12:46:27 GMT -5
Your tooth hurts? SORRY!
Chapter 5 Wishing for Home
If Harry thought he recieved an amount of letters before, he indeed took that statement back. With the posting of the article about his kidnapping, hundreds of letters flogged his room at Grimmauld Place, even though there was a spell on it proecting it from outsiders. Harry figured it didn't effect animals.
Everyday, when Harry was by himself, he thought about the graveyard. He remembered every cold-sweating, horrifying minute of it. He wished more than anything someone would erase his memory. He could still see the Death Eaters swarming him like vultures and fingering their wands like knives. He could still see Wormtail's face among all others, twitching slightly for the betrayal he now was continuing. Harry loathed Wormtail; he often regretted saving his life.
Thumping down the stairs, Harry was greeted by his usual company; murmers. No one wanted to even look at Harry, but he wished they would. He might yell, he might shout, but he wish they would say something. Show they cared. "Um, Harry," Hermione mumbled timidly. "You have some more visitors."
Surprised, Harry whicked around to find Fred and George sitting in the living room, looking fine in their dragon-skinned coats. "What are you doing here?" Hary asked increduously. "What about your shop."
"Never you mind, ol' chum!" Fred replied merrily. "I think why we're here is much more important, right George?"
"I quite agree, this is indeed a phenomenom that occured, don't you think?"
"Did someone get you a thesaurus for you birthday?" Harry laughed. Looking surprised at himself, he forgot how good it felt to laugh. He hadn't truely laughed for a while; he couldn't remember the last time he had.
With twinkling eyes, Fred smiled, "No, we just decided if anybody was going to purchase our products, we better expand our vocabulary."
Fixing his face so it was somber, this looked extremely strained to Harry, George asked gently, "So, are you okay?"
Mrs. Weasley choked. Whatever she had been drinking at the time splattered in front of her. Ron spat out some of the liquid, disgusted at his mother's behavior. "Mum!" he shouted. "What are you doing?"
George showed no hint of surprise on his face, as though he was expecting this reaction. "I mean, everyone know about the terrible ordeal you went through, but has anyone asked you how you're doing? Harry, are you okay?"
Harry sat down in one of the squishy armchairs, pondering this question. He looked around the room, hoping answers would pop out of the ground. Ron was flinching, as though preparing himself for an explosion and Hermione on the brink of tears. Mrs. Weasley just looked flabberghasted. "I guess," Harry stammered, still wondering how to answer. "I'm as good as one can be in my position. I don't to be self-centered, but I don't know how I really can be "okay"."
Grinning, Fred stated, "We know you'll never be the same, but at least you're living. I think that's something to be happy for."
"Not only such," George interjected. "But whenever you need someone to talk to, give us an owl." This made Harry go ghastly green as his thoughts went to Hedwig. "You know you can count on us, brother."
Harry rushed out of the room and went to vomit. Puke exploded out of his mouth as he kneeled over the toilet. He hadn't slept since the incident and had been too preoccupied to think of Hedwig. The vomit that was continuously coming out of his mouth made his knees weak. His access energy darined from him, making his skin a ghostly white.
When finished, he took his time trying to reach the kitchen. Waves of dizziness plagued his body, he didn't want to pass out. His ears perked as he heard arguing in the kitchen. "Tactless!" Mrs. Weasley was shouting. "Talking to him about that so soon after it happened. I'm surprised he didn't rush out sooner! I swear, I would hurt you if your weren't my children."
"Come off it, mum!" One of the twins was protesting. "He needs to talk about it. It just won't disappear! You can't make him forget it, how much you want to-"
"Harry!" Hermione said, louder than her usual voice. "Are you alright?"
"Fine," he mumbled, trying to overcome the queasiness in his stomach. "I'm not mad, really," he told Mrs. Weasley, although hoping she would stop staring at him with those reproachful eyes. "It's just," He tried to put this in words. "I'm not the only one the tried to kill. Except, this time, they succeeded."
Harry watched as all screwed their faces in though as they tried to put the pieces together. "Oh no," Hermione squealed, looking pale. "Not Hedwig, oh Harry."
Looking at the ground, Harry felt as though he would retch again. Peering up, he stared in the eyes of the twins. "By the way," he started, smiling weakly. "Thanks. I feel," He tried to put it in words. "Home."
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This isn't the end, but I have to go.
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Post by PetitePirate on May 31, 2004 15:32:58 GMT -5
oh...puppy...this is just way too good....poor harry just keeps throwing up...
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Post by amiphist on May 31, 2004 19:42:12 GMT -5
cool, way good, and yeah my tooth hurt, it was wobbly and it was sticking upwards and wouldn't come out, i had to yank it out in the end
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Post by Blinkinc6 on Jun 1, 2004 5:39:00 GMT -5
... damn u beat me to the fred and george thing
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Post by ¡Snowy! on Jun 1, 2004 10:55:08 GMT -5
oh i love this! keep going!
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Post by PuppyDawg on Jun 1, 2004 11:51:12 GMT -5
So sorry 'bout the Fred/George thingy.
I'll write more later, but I have to homework! BAH!
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Post by PuppyDawg on Jun 1, 2004 12:30:44 GMT -5
Okay, finishing chapter 5!
For the rest of his time at Grimmauld Place, Harry's thought constantly were on Sirius. Every corner, every picture reminded him of the horrific event. Insomnia racked his dreams, finally showing on his face. Big purple circles ensnared his eyes, making him look ill. He constantly recieved odd glances from Order, but other than that, he figured it was as normal as it was going to get. After all, he figured they all felt guilty for his kidnapping.
Cleaning out the cupboards, Harry's hand hit a solid object. He grunted, for he became easily annoyed with all the objects scattered around the house. After being bitten by the rampaged doxie, he prefurred staying away from everything. Grabbing the item, Harry blew off the dust that captured it. Shock ran through his veins has he read the silver letters that snaked across the page. To Harry, Love Sirius
Shaking madly, Harry ripped the paper off the parcel. Inside contained a book and letter, which Harry immediatly realized was Sirius's loopy writing. Sitting down to try and calm his incredible shaking, Harry read the note.
Dear Harry,
If you got this, it must mean I'm gone. I never would've let to even see an inch of this letter or album if I was still here. Are you alright, Harry? Are you taking my death okay? I know I am the only family you've got, but you must remember, you're the only chance this world's got. Yes, I know about the prophecy. Even after I'm gone, you have to realize you need to go on. And even if I am physically gone, I will always be with you. Forever.
My son
godson son,
Sirius
Tears spilt down Harry's robes as he opened the photo album. Picture beamed at him, showing his parents in their happier days. Sirius flitted throughout the pictures, ruffling people's hair and making them laugh. As the pages turned, Harry felt a knot loosen in his stomach. Then, something hit him like a tidal wave. He saw Sirius with himself, except they were older. These were recent pictures. He couldn't believe it.
"Harry," whispered Ron, who apparently had been watching his best friend with a protective eye.
He couldn't mutter a word.
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Post by ¡Snowy! on Jun 1, 2004 12:32:32 GMT -5
dont hurry, i'm willing to wait for something this good.
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Post by orlandobabe726 on Jun 1, 2004 13:15:11 GMT -5
OMG! This makes Ron Weasley look terrible! This seems as if JKR worte it herself! this is absolutley amazing! go you!
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Post by PuppyDawg on Jun 1, 2004 17:58:03 GMT -5
Thank you for the compliment, but why is Ron terrible? He was checking on Harry.
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Post by amiphist on Jun 2, 2004 2:04:09 GMT -5
no, she was referring to her own fic called ron weasley, and it does seem as JK writ it
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Post by PuppyDawg on Jun 2, 2004 2:29:34 GMT -5
Oh, I get it. Thank you for the amazing compliment!
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Post by amiphist on Jun 2, 2004 5:03:47 GMT -5
please write more
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