Jellybaybee
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Post by Jellybaybee on Jun 5, 2004 10:44:42 GMT -5
I have only just started reading this and it's making my eye's uncharacteristically leaky! Hedwig, how could they do that to a poor little owl???, Voldemort sucks, he's evil, and the scene with Harry and Ron, awwwwww! Get with the writing, need next chapter!!
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Post by PetitePirate on Jun 5, 2004 13:00:04 GMT -5
puppy! why did you not tell me about this update!! *is offended* meh, oh well. AMAZING, as usual, pupster!
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Post by PuppyDawg on Jun 6, 2004 7:01:20 GMT -5
Chapter 7 Unrealistic Hopes
Harry thought about freedom at every passing moment of the day. Even though his incident got him out of the Dursley's iron grasp, he could not stand being locked up in a cage. He hated how much this house reminded his of Sirius. He wanted to spit on it, spite all the terrible creatures in the world that stepped foot in the trecherous death pit.
Laying lazily on the carpet floor, Harry stretch his legs and looked back to his book, Quidditch Through the Ages. Apprehensiveness flooded his body for he didn't know if Umbridge's life-long ban still was in effect. Watching the players fly around the pages made his heart heavy. The one thing that could've gotten his mind off of all the troubles blasted his way was snatched away from his.
As everything else, He grumbled, self-pity kareening with his bored figure. It seems no matter waht I do, no matter how hard I try, I will never do good enough to get a moment's piece. Sometimes, I wish it would all end...
Shaking the horrid thought from his skull, Harry felt disgusted with himself. He now knows how much everyone cares for him, and yet he's willing wishing death? No, He thought sternly. That's what Voldemort wants, he wants me to give. I won't. I can't. To many lives are at stake.
A rustle of cloaks made Harry's ears perk. Looking slightly jumpy, Harry went to see who was moving so hastily. A small creature moved his stubby legs as fast as they would carry him, bolting for the door. Hatred flushed through Harry's mind as he caught sight of the house elf. He wanted to rip his flesh from his bones.
Darting down the hall, Harry screamed, "Come back here, elf! Don't run like that, you traitor! I'll kill you! I swear, I'll kill you!"
Filthy blood traitors, half breeds, mudbloods...!" Screamed Mrs Black from the sudden awakening.
Grabbing Kreatcher by the scruff of the neck, Harry brought the house elf to eye level. "You scum," he seethed, staring daggers at Kreatcher. "You killed him! Are you happy? You no longer serve him! You killed him off! Are you happy? You don't have to serve him anymore, you foul creature!"
"You, sir," spat Kreatcher. "Are not my master. I no longer serve this household."
"I know. You sold us out, you foul-"
"HARRY!" shrieked Hermione, dashing down the stairs. He had not told them about Dumbledore's words before leaving the school. "Don't do it, he's not worth it!"
Breathing heavily, Harry dropped Kreatcher. "If you ever come near this house again, so help me, I will rip you to pieces."
Kreatcher didn't need telling twice. The door rang behind him. Harry Potter shook his head, feeling somewhat relieved.
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Post by amiphist on Jun 6, 2004 7:22:18 GMT -5
wow, that's really good
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Post by danielkvc on Jun 6, 2004 7:51:12 GMT -5
who's at the door? *wishes for more* ...
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Post by PetitePirate on Jun 6, 2004 7:53:51 GMT -5
puppy-you are supposed to pm me and tell me youve written more!! GAHHH!! its SOOO good...i want him to kill kreacher...does he need to borrow a knife or somethin?
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Post by ¡Snowy! on Jun 7, 2004 3:21:38 GMT -5
good stuff, love it. more!
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Post by PuppyDawg on Jun 8, 2004 11:38:06 GMT -5
Okay, here's the next part...
Any hope of escaping the fortress of Grimmauld Place was laughable. Harry had an "armed guard", as he liked to call it, constantly being trailed wherever he went, even to the bathroom. Even though they weren't in with him, he could hear their breathing from outside the door. He couldn't stand it at times. Although, the voice of reason would shine down and he knew it was for the best. It's better than being tortured and almost killed. He admitted to himself, shuddering at the very thought of it.
"Harry, are you cold?" Mrs. Wealsey's shrill voice pierced the air. Harry just shook his head, refusing eye contact with the over-baring woman. He couldn't stand having her breath down his neck.
And yet, his heart felt heavy as he pushed aside the trecherous thoughts again. He knew he would need to tell someone, or be forced to tell someone, or he might spontaneously combust. Which, He thought, grinning. Wouldn't be all too surprising in this world.
The day arrived with the exciting trip to Diagon Alley. Sinking further into his own self-pity, Harry watched his friends prepare for the days events. A cloud of apologies swarmed Harry's head as they told him profusely how lame it would be without him. Although, Harry knew they were all relieved that he wasn't going.
Peeking outside the door, Harry caught sight of a car parked on the sidewalk by Grimmauld Place. "You're going in a muggle car?" He asked Mr Weasley, who was trembling with excitement.
"Well, the Minister needed to gain some points with me and allowed us to us the car." Harry dismissed his confusion with "points" as he looked longingly at his only escape.
Going up to his room, Harry opened his planner Hermione had given him the previous Christmas. Chucking it across the room in anger, it shrieked its words of advice. Looking brightly, this gave Harry an idea. Bolting down the stairs, Harry burst into the kitchen, his breath rattling his ribs cage. "Lupin," He swallowed. "I need a favor."
Peering at him with reproachful eyes, Lupin started, "Harry, I know you're upset-"
Pushing those words aside, Harry cried, "It's not about that, it's about this." Harry showed Lupin his planner and opened it. It immediately shrilled, Tomorrow IS only a day away, don't wait! Lupin eyed it, showing his annoyance. "It's so annoying, and I can't do magic. Can you make the voice chip sound like mine, so it is as if I'm saying it?"
With a tip of his wand, Lupin switched the voices. He smiled and said, "Glad to be of-"
"That's not all." Harry rebounded, looking as innocent as he could muster. "Could you get it to play that new Weird Sister's song. I mean, it's just so annoying." He put on his best puppy face as Lupin grinned again.
"Last one, Harry. I don't think Hermione would be to pleased if she found out you changed her gift." He laughed, getting Harry to sing the Weird Sister's new song, Enchanted.
"That's why I'll tell her you did it."
The look on Lupin's face was priceless. He twisted it in horror, staring at Harry as if he were a ghost. Chuckling madly, Harry grinned, "Only kidding. I'll take the heat."
Lupin wiped sweat from his face and shoke his head. "Sometimes I'm terrified of that toplofty girl."
Harry bounded up the stairs after muttering his thanks and placed the book on his bed. It sang brilliantly in Harry's voice, setting his "dulcent tones" in the air. He waited a few seconds and the door swung open, revealing the face of Mrs. Weasley. "I'm sorry dear, to interrupt your singing, but are you really?"
Laughing quietly, Harry nodded. "I've got to do something while I stay home." He didn't intend to drive guilt into her, but he could tell he did.
"Well okay," she murmured as she shut the door.
Harry felt proud. His plan worked perfectly. Peering out the door, Mrs. Weasley was nowhere in sight. Tip-toeing down the steps, Harry peeked a look in the kitchen, where the entire gang was finishing lunch. "So Harry is in his room, out of trouble?" Mr. Weasley asked, looking at his wife with inquiring eyes.
"Yes, I was just there. Don't worry, just go before it's too late."
Harry dashed out of Grimmauld Place. Opening the trunk door, he dove out of sight, praying no one need the trunk just yet.
Okay, the chapter's over!
I'll write later@
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Post by amiphist on Jun 9, 2004 9:04:00 GMT -5
naught harry, sneaking out. that's good puppy
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Post by PetitePirate on Jun 10, 2004 4:43:38 GMT -5
stupid harry! stupid, stupid, harry! *beats him over the head with the book singing "enchantment" or w/e it was called, lol* he's doing a siri-like thing now...bad bad harry.
THIS CHAPTER WAS AWESOME, PUPPY! write more!
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Post by PuppyDawg on Jun 10, 2004 11:19:05 GMT -5
I thought it seemed like something Harry would do, you know?
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Post by amiphist on Jun 10, 2004 11:41:55 GMT -5
i know, please write more
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Post by danielkvc on Jun 10, 2004 17:22:36 GMT -5
I think Puppy is right, Harry would be perfectly able to do that and the whole idea with the singing planner is hilarious...
Puppy there will be a fanart/fanfic contest shortly, you have to send in something...
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Post by PuppyDawg on Jun 11, 2004 14:02:41 GMT -5
Chapter 8 Diagon Alley
Crouching low in the back of the truck, clutching his invisibility cloak, Harry heard voices gradually coming closer. Sweat trickled down his face as they inched by him, nipping his ears. Trying to hold his breath, he listened to their conversations. "Ron, stop looking like that!" Hermione scolded, using her usual exasperated voice as she does with Ron. "I know leaving Harry is hard, but it is unavoidable! Do you want to lose him again?"
Harry heard someone shift uncomfortably and a small voice reply, "No, Hermione, stop pressing. I know he can't come, but locking him in Grimmauld Place isn't going to help anything. You know what it did to Sirius."
"Ron-"
"You know Hermione, Ron's got a point." Ginny's voice rang. "I'll never for get the look on Harry's face when he tore after Bellatrix. I was scared of him, I really was. Do you think this is wise?"
A grunt of acknowledgement came from Mr. Weasley, who had been quietly intaking the conversation. "Whether it's wise or not, it is under Dumbledore's wishes. I don't care, dammit!" They all took an intake of breath. None of them had ever heard Mr. Weasley swear before. "If it keeps Harry safe, so be it. I will not go through thinking he's dead again. He is reckless, kids, there is no way out of it. But you have to understand. He will do things that'll put him in trouble. The only thing that makes me uneasy is he let us go without a fight."
"Oh, Mr. Weasley," Hermione breathed. "You don't mean that he might be in here, do you?" A scramble told Harry they were all looking for him. Holding his breath, he didn't move. Didn't breathe. "I don't see him."
"Well, if he is here, I would like to say to you, Harry," Mr. Wealsey spoke loud and Harry shuddered. "That is extremely reckless and I'd like you to come out if you know what's good for you."
Harry hesitated. Half of his mind told him harshly to reveal himself, give up his cover. But his want for freedom was too powerful. He longered to breathe free air; not air that was saturated and filthy. He needed this, it was an addiction. It may cost him dearly later, but he needed to be free. He sat still, however with a heavy heart. Betrayal does have a price.
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Post by PuppyDawg on Jun 12, 2004 17:09:29 GMT -5
Okay, here's more, even though no one answered to that last bit.
When the group reached London, Harry trembled with excitement as they filed out of the vechicle. He waited five minutes for safety; he didn't want to be caught just yet.
After he waited for what seemed an eternity, Harry clutched his invisibility cloak closer to his chest. Stepping outside the vehicle, Harry quickly went into the Leaky Cauldron. He thought it would be best if he remained hidden, so quizzical looks flashed towards the door as it opened and shut.
Deciding to not bother even looking back, Harry went and tapped on the bricks that opened the archways to the famous Diagon Alley. Looking around in amazement, it struck Harry that Diagon Alley never ceased to amaze him. The shops that lined the city showed an assortment of items and books; including some pig snouts and a book on the thousand uses of beatle powder.
Walking the stone tiles of the road, Harry finally felt free. The utter dizziness of the feeling made Harry's head spin. It was a feeling he couldn't relieve. It made him feel like he was in a balloon, sailing over the world, seeing all that he could see. He couldn't believe it. He was back in the world he called home.
Harry scanned the crowd to find his party. It wasn't that hard. He just had to find three redheads. Sure enough, Harry spotted his group. Tailing behind them, Harry watched the Weasley's buy his books and supplies. Even though he was not technically with them, he felt a part of the festivities.
Harry began to enjoy himself thoroughly when he heard a voice that sent chill down his spine. "Well here's his blasted group, but where's Harry Potter?"
"He has to be around here somewhere." Another spoke. "Unless they grew a brain and hid him."
Harry, paralyzed with fear, began to try and figure out a plan to escape. The fear of being captured again was too great; tears welled in his eyes as the event he tried to erase came rushing back. They won't touch him again.
Rushing up to Mr. Weasley, he needed to tell the truth. The punishment would be horrid, of course, but at least he would escape with his life. But then, one of the people confronted Mr. Weasley, right when harry tapped him on the shoulder "Excuse me, sir, but could you point out where Ollivanders is?"
Turning around, Mr. Weasley looked for the origin of the tap. "Um, sir, I am over here." Harry recognized that voice. It was Crabbe's father.
"Oh, yes," Mr. Weasley said, confusion mounting on his face. "Did one of you tap me?" He asked his kids before confronting the man. When they shook their heads, he turned back tot he man and replied, "Go down the street a ways, do you see that sign there? Yes, that sign, that's it."
Crabbe stalked away, motioning at his fellow Death Eater. "That was strange," commented Mr. Weasley. "Who tapped me? And how could he not know where Ollivanders was?"
"Dad," said Ginny, who was looking behind her shoulder with fright. "We've got all we need, lets just go. Something's not right."
Sprinting back towards the Leaky Cauldron, Harry frantically tried to reach the car. However, he ran into someone. Knocking the person down, Harry's cloak fell off. "Oh, hello Harry." A dazed voice greeted.
Harry had run into none other than Luna Lovegood. "Luna," breathed Harry, shaking his head. "I've got to go."
Putting the cloak over his body, he vanished from sight. Luna just shrugged, as if this sort of thing happened everyday.
Jumping into the back seat, Harry hid himself from view once more. He heard the voices of his company enter the car as he tried to catch his breath. He was safe.
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When he reached the house, Harry bolted up the stairs before anyone could notice anything. The song "Enchanted" burst into his ears and he breathed a sigh of relief. "So," A voice sounded. "Did we have a nice stroll?"
Harry dreaded who spoke as he turned around. Although, it was not who he thought is was. Phineas Nigellus smiled from his picture frame. "How daft are you?" He asked increduously. "To think that Dumbledore wouldn't send me to watch you while the family was out? No, I didn't tell him," He answered to Harry's face of horror. "And am not going to. But if you pull a stunt like that again," He sighed. "Do you realize how many people are trying to help save-"
He was interupted by the door swinging open. "Harry!" Hermione squealed. "I am so glad you stayed! For a minute there, I thought you followed us! What have you been doing?"
Winking at Phineas, Harry replied, "Oh, nothing.
That's the end, tell me what you think!
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