Post by Kylie on Mar 31, 2005 18:08:44 GMT -5
(Rated: PG for violence or what ever you wish to call it. lol)
Ch. 1
Summers hunt
Privit Drive had been unusually quite lately and Harry was somewhat jittery about it, he had the strange feeling that something was happening somewhere. His worry was directed to his friends and Hogwarts, the prophacy had said so much and so little but still as the sickeningly sweet, warm, and sticky summers air flowed into his poor box of a bedroom he felt a chilling lirch in his stomache. The night was calm, quiet, dark, infact, other than a few headlights of a passing car, nothing but the stars could be seen. Harry lay back on his bed stairing at the ceiling his arms behind his head. He had put off all his responsibility for the summer and tried to focus on any possible way he could relax. But now, as the time to travel once more to Hogwarts neared he could think of nothing else but protecting his friends, and not loosing another loved one. A quiet hoot was emitted in the darkness, Hedwig knew that something was wrong but the nights hunt was on her mind. Harry silently arose and unlached her cage then stroked her soft down feathers. Hedwig hooted affectionatly then stepped out of her cage and exercised her wings. An enchanted smile crossed Harry's face, as Hedwig plunged out the window the just before hitting the ground spread her wings she soared elagantly through the nights sky then was off. She was showing off, she was already filled with excitment for the hunt.
Chapter. 2
The Vision
After blankly watching the darkness for a moment after she was gone he lay back on his bed once more and for the first time in a week drifted into a light sleep. Swirling mist surrounded a bog like area, deep forests all around that, suddenly there was a flash of green light, a girl, clokes, a boat, the details were becoming clearer. He could see now, the fog was drifting above the marshy waters around a solid patch of land and an old house, they were in the living room. The cloked figures were standing in a half circle shilding a girl from the door. The girl was glairing at...him, glairing at Harry cruelly, coldly, yet he undoubtably saw fear in her eyes. He felt himself lean back in the chair that was facing her, in the middle of the room. "Where?" He heard himself say as he pressed his fingers together looking at the girl, studing her expectantly. Harry couldn't tell who she was but...he recognised her...or at least he thought he did. The girl looked up at him then her gaze fell to the floor, silently. A cloked figure, undoubtably female stepped out of line and kicked the girl in the side causing the girl to cry out in pain. "I think he asked you a question, show some respect...answer...you filthy little..." His gaze lifted from the girl to the cloked person, he raised a haulting hand and the cloked figure dipped her head in respect and stepped back in line. "I ask you again, and I expect for you to answer me this time..." An amused smirk travelled across his face as he continued cooly, "Now tell me...child...where is he?" He watched the girl expectantly and smiled as she looked up, tears streaming down her face. "I...I...I dont know...please...I know nothing...he knows nothing!" She exclaimed between sobs. "Lies!" He heard himself exclaim "He is listining...now...I can sence him...and I can read your lies...pitiful fool, this is what you get for lieing to LORD VOLDIMORT!" Harry exclaimed lifting a wand "AVADA KADAVRA!" He exclaimed and let out a cruel laugh. "How do you like that Boy!?" He called aloud, seemingly...to himself, he then threw his head back and cackled evily.
Chapter. 3
A Dream?
THUNK! Harry fell to the floor with a shreik, shaking, he was now on his hands and knees on the floor coughing violently, his face pale and his scar erupting with the worst white hot shooting pain that he had experianced since he had last come face to face with Voldemort. A hot tear rolled down his face as he quake, pale on the floor, coughing and sputtering as his scar ached. He regurgitated and then collapsed on his side. Under the crack of the door the hall light could be seen as it flashed on and three sets of footsteps pounded closer to his room. Harry now gripped his stomache as he held down the remaining contents in his stomache, he felt like he was dieing, he wished he would, so it would be over with. His door jerked open smashing into the wall and the Dursleys stood as an outline by the light in the hall "What in hevens name are you doing waking us up from our sleep boy?!" Then the scene was interpreted. A shrill disgusted shriek came from Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon looked angry yet shocked, Dudly gave a snort and chuckled at the shivvering heap that was Harry. Harry shuffled around weakly for his matress and used it to push himself up. "I...I'm fine I...just...." He grouped around for an excuse then thought about his leftovers he had for supper, it was takeout from a restraunt. "I ate some bad food..." He managed weakly. Uncle Vernon now looked revolted and snorted, "Serves you right...now straighten yourself up and don't bother me again!" He commanded, Aunt Petunia sniffed and said, "And clean that up, I'm not your mother!" She and Dudley turned to walk back to their rooms but Harry definantly heard a "thank god!" At the end of her sentance, and if he wasn't so weak he would have done something about it. Now laying on the bed again he groaned and then covered his right eye with one hand. The vision played through his again and again each time making his stomach lurch. Who was the girl? Was it really happening? He would send Hedwig after the paper later. Gradually he slipped to an almost unconcious state that one could call sleep disregarding the circumstances and the pain he was undoubtably in.
(I know terrible what happened right, but it's suspence, I will add more soon, any comments? Or should I go hide under a rock? lol)
Ch. 1
Summers hunt
Privit Drive had been unusually quite lately and Harry was somewhat jittery about it, he had the strange feeling that something was happening somewhere. His worry was directed to his friends and Hogwarts, the prophacy had said so much and so little but still as the sickeningly sweet, warm, and sticky summers air flowed into his poor box of a bedroom he felt a chilling lirch in his stomache. The night was calm, quiet, dark, infact, other than a few headlights of a passing car, nothing but the stars could be seen. Harry lay back on his bed stairing at the ceiling his arms behind his head. He had put off all his responsibility for the summer and tried to focus on any possible way he could relax. But now, as the time to travel once more to Hogwarts neared he could think of nothing else but protecting his friends, and not loosing another loved one. A quiet hoot was emitted in the darkness, Hedwig knew that something was wrong but the nights hunt was on her mind. Harry silently arose and unlached her cage then stroked her soft down feathers. Hedwig hooted affectionatly then stepped out of her cage and exercised her wings. An enchanted smile crossed Harry's face, as Hedwig plunged out the window the just before hitting the ground spread her wings she soared elagantly through the nights sky then was off. She was showing off, she was already filled with excitment for the hunt.
Chapter. 2
The Vision
After blankly watching the darkness for a moment after she was gone he lay back on his bed once more and for the first time in a week drifted into a light sleep. Swirling mist surrounded a bog like area, deep forests all around that, suddenly there was a flash of green light, a girl, clokes, a boat, the details were becoming clearer. He could see now, the fog was drifting above the marshy waters around a solid patch of land and an old house, they were in the living room. The cloked figures were standing in a half circle shilding a girl from the door. The girl was glairing at...him, glairing at Harry cruelly, coldly, yet he undoubtably saw fear in her eyes. He felt himself lean back in the chair that was facing her, in the middle of the room. "Where?" He heard himself say as he pressed his fingers together looking at the girl, studing her expectantly. Harry couldn't tell who she was but...he recognised her...or at least he thought he did. The girl looked up at him then her gaze fell to the floor, silently. A cloked figure, undoubtably female stepped out of line and kicked the girl in the side causing the girl to cry out in pain. "I think he asked you a question, show some respect...answer...you filthy little..." His gaze lifted from the girl to the cloked person, he raised a haulting hand and the cloked figure dipped her head in respect and stepped back in line. "I ask you again, and I expect for you to answer me this time..." An amused smirk travelled across his face as he continued cooly, "Now tell me...child...where is he?" He watched the girl expectantly and smiled as she looked up, tears streaming down her face. "I...I...I dont know...please...I know nothing...he knows nothing!" She exclaimed between sobs. "Lies!" He heard himself exclaim "He is listining...now...I can sence him...and I can read your lies...pitiful fool, this is what you get for lieing to LORD VOLDIMORT!" Harry exclaimed lifting a wand "AVADA KADAVRA!" He exclaimed and let out a cruel laugh. "How do you like that Boy!?" He called aloud, seemingly...to himself, he then threw his head back and cackled evily.
Chapter. 3
A Dream?
THUNK! Harry fell to the floor with a shreik, shaking, he was now on his hands and knees on the floor coughing violently, his face pale and his scar erupting with the worst white hot shooting pain that he had experianced since he had last come face to face with Voldemort. A hot tear rolled down his face as he quake, pale on the floor, coughing and sputtering as his scar ached. He regurgitated and then collapsed on his side. Under the crack of the door the hall light could be seen as it flashed on and three sets of footsteps pounded closer to his room. Harry now gripped his stomache as he held down the remaining contents in his stomache, he felt like he was dieing, he wished he would, so it would be over with. His door jerked open smashing into the wall and the Dursleys stood as an outline by the light in the hall "What in hevens name are you doing waking us up from our sleep boy?!" Then the scene was interpreted. A shrill disgusted shriek came from Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon looked angry yet shocked, Dudly gave a snort and chuckled at the shivvering heap that was Harry. Harry shuffled around weakly for his matress and used it to push himself up. "I...I'm fine I...just...." He grouped around for an excuse then thought about his leftovers he had for supper, it was takeout from a restraunt. "I ate some bad food..." He managed weakly. Uncle Vernon now looked revolted and snorted, "Serves you right...now straighten yourself up and don't bother me again!" He commanded, Aunt Petunia sniffed and said, "And clean that up, I'm not your mother!" She and Dudley turned to walk back to their rooms but Harry definantly heard a "thank god!" At the end of her sentance, and if he wasn't so weak he would have done something about it. Now laying on the bed again he groaned and then covered his right eye with one hand. The vision played through his again and again each time making his stomach lurch. Who was the girl? Was it really happening? He would send Hedwig after the paper later. Gradually he slipped to an almost unconcious state that one could call sleep disregarding the circumstances and the pain he was undoubtably in.
(I know terrible what happened right, but it's suspence, I will add more soon, any comments? Or should I go hide under a rock? lol)
oh well, 