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Zanarkand

Sep 23 2003, 02:23 AM

Hey everyone! Hope you all read the Rules and Guidelines before posting, but if you haven't please do so. This thread will be dedicated to Harry's sixth year.

OUTLINE/RESTRICTIONS FOR HARRY'S 6TH YEAR:
* Story must begin at Privet Drive. Harry can stay at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place after July 31 (remember the protection thing) but he CANNOT go to the Burrow as it is NOT protected against Voldemort or the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.
* At the start of the story, Harry and Hermione are not entirely aware of their feelings for each other. Please refrain from having them "suddenly" proclaim their love for each other. Develop their relationship as the story progresses. And as a general rule, the two cannot snog until the end of the year approaches (around the time the battle with Voldemort). There can be plenty of teasers where the two are almost about to kiss, but they will always be interupted until the end. [NOTE: Please try to keep the teasers under control and relevant to the situations that take place in the story.]
* Voldemort will not be vanquished (it only being Harry's sixth year) but he will be defeated.
* Ron and Hermione must learn of Harry's prophecy. How they learn is up to the writers.
* The three Gryffindor Quidditch matches should occur during the story...though how the games go and who wins the Quidditch cup can be decided by the writers.
* Hermione and Ron's birthdays will occur in the story.
* Classes for Harry should include: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, Divination (Firenze will continue to be the teacher, while the role of Trelawney can be determined by the writers), and Occlumency (with Snape).

I hope you all have a fun time writing and I can't wait to see where this story goes!
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To start of the story, here is a post created by Dreamerblue :

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As dusk casts its bright red glow among the horizon, a young boy with a mop of unruly, black hair stares out towards the sunset. Harry swang back and forth on the wooden swing, the rusty chains creaking against the handle in disapproval as he stared out into space, lost in thought. Why? Harry would ask himself over and over again. Why? Why did he have to die? Why did he leave me? Why was I so stupid? I should have used the mirror. Hermione was right. I was wrong…

Please continue!

IcePhoenix Post

[QUOTE]Hermione is always right. It's just... Hermione.

Looking towards the sunset, the shapes of buildings providing a frame, he thought, unknowingly sliding his hand through his already ruffled hair. Looking into the sky, the scrawny boy reflected on the happenings of the past year.

First; A swarm of hooded figures approaching him. A sharp pain in his head. He touched it, absent-mindedly. A stag, errupting from his wand. Chasing the hooded figures away. Turning, seeing a plump boy, cowering on the ground, the figure bending low over the boy. The stag chased down the figure, and the scrawny boy buckles under the pressure exerted. He was helping his cousin home, with a batty old woman along beside him, barking out words; "Don't put it away."

Ice Phoenix

Sep 23 2003, 02:35 AM

Merged with top post ... story post moved here

Harry/Hermione 4eva

Sep 23 2003, 02:38 AM

Dah, Dah! I am here!

(OK, so you don't care!)
Wow, it says I'm leading this forum! How cool!

I would do another part, but I have NO inspiration at the moment, and I happen to be at school! Hehe!

I'll see/Talk to you tonight hopefully, if not in a few weeks!
Au Revior people!

P.S. I LOFF your name Jeremiah!

P.P.S. Ice Phoenix, I've just seen your post and WOW, really good!

Zanarkand

Sep 23 2003, 07:52 AM

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Hope someone continues soon!

harry loves hermione 1999

Sep 23 2003, 10:39 AM

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Hope that's good,

Hugs and Snogs,

harryloveshermione1999

Facade

Sep 23 2003, 11:55 AM

I'll give this a go...

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Edited because I put 'hand' instead of wand.* hits head with pan* I am such a dork. Anyway please continue this. I would like to see where the next person goes with this.

Harry/Hermione 4eva

Sep 23 2003, 12:08 PM

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Well I hope that was OK. It's a little short but....I hope someone can continue from that.

Facade

Sep 23 2003, 12:23 PM

harry loves hermione 1999

Sep 23 2003, 12:49 PM

harryloveshermione1999

Facade

Sep 23 2003, 01:16 PM

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If this happens to be your post... like the note said above this part of the story had been moved so you can delete this if you like....

~Karen

They shook hands as the door opened and Harry gasped it was...

Some tall figure with a black slacks and a white dress shirt. The back of the figure was facing him, and yet...

Harry shook his head wildly.' No it couldn't be him', he thought to himself,' he is gone. gone.' Somehow he did not want to accept that. He never wanted to accept the fact that he was gone and will never come back.

"Harry! Don't be rude boy!" His Aunt's shrieking brought him back to the scene. Aunt Petunia had her hands on her hips and with great disdain etched upon her face she waved her hand at the figure. The one that brought those horrid memories to surface his mind.

"This is Xander," His Aunt curtly pointed at the man that turned." He is here to talk to you.'

The figure turned and Harry carefully examined the man. He looked nothing like the one that was first brought to his mind. Perhaps his dreams were getting to him, making him see Sirius every where.

"I'll leave you two alone." His Aunt then grasped Dudley by the shoulder and quickly marched out of the room. As soon as they were gone, 'Xander' lowered his glasses and whispered.

"Wotcha, Harry."

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Okay...I'm sorry about the last part. I'm a damn Yankee, sorry about getting the British slang wrong.

Zanarkand's Post

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"Wotcha, Harry."

"Tonks? Is that you?" Harry whispered back, his eyes growing slightly wide.

"Yes," she replied quietly as she gave him a bright grin. "Long time no see. How are you doing?"

"I've been better...but...what are you doing here? Why the disguise?"

"C'mon silly...what do you mean 'why the disguise'? Can't have anyone following me around, now can we," she smiled as she placed her hands on her hips. "With this disguise, no one will ever know that it's me."

It was a truly amusing sight, Harry had to admit. Never before had he ever seen Tonks in such a disguise. Tonks was a Metamorphmagus, a person who posessed the ability to change his or her appearance at will. She had been a recent addition to the Order of the Phoenix and to Harry's relief, had a very ecentric sense of humor.

"It sure fooled me," Harry said as he gave her an approved nod. "So...what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to check up on you...you know, see how you were doing. But also...I was asked to deliver this to you," she answered, her once cheerful tone dropped significantly as she reached into her pocket and pulled out an envelope.

"What is it?" Harry asked, somewhat worried by Tonks' sudden depression.

She didn't bother answering him. She lowered her head to avoid his eyes and simply held the letter out to him. Harry released a nervous sigh as he took the letter from her an examined it. His name was printed on the front and the seal that held it closed had the insignia of Gringott's Wizarding Bank.

Harry shuttered as he broke the seal and opened the envelope, slowly looking inside to find a folded parchment. He knew what it was. He knew why he received it. But he didn't want it. It meant that all hope had been lost. It meant that he was truly gone.

"They made a mistake," Harry hissed as his hands started to crinkle the envelope and parchment. "They don't know anything...they don't know."

"They do know, Harry," Tonks replied sympathetically as she placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze. "Gringotts always knows...I don't think they've ever been wrong."

"This time they're wrong!" Harry retorted, his voice rising with each word. "They have to be wrong...they have to be."

"I'm sorry, Harry," Tonks sighed as she took her hand off his shoulder and gave him a saddened look. "I'm oh so very sorry."

Harry felt his tears return to him as he hesitantly pulled out the parchment from the envelope and unfolded it. He shut his eyes tight before reading the first word, allowing a few tears to escape as he took several slow and deep breaths.

"You have to read it," Tonks whispered. "You can't hide from this."

Harry took in one last breath and upon exhaling, he opened his eyes and focused on the first line of the parchment.

"Dear Harry James Potter....

draco's girl

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ill give it a try...
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"Dear Harry James Potter....
As you probaly dont know Sirius Black has signed a contract stating that if he died you get all of his Wizardry money at Gringott's Wizarding Bank. As we found out that he has died, his money was moved into your volt. Have a wonderful day,

Gringott's Wizarding Bank!

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Zanarkand

Sep 23 2003, 03:37 PM

Facade

Sep 23 2003, 03:52 PM

Since no one has continued I'll do it myself, thanks.

Edited: My bad someone did answer. Oops.

I hope someone continues the above post. I'm horrible with coming up with formal letters. I'll wait until another person posts the continuation. I bet you guys are tired of my contribution.

And the fiction is looking real good.

~*~Dracos Girl~*~

Sep 23 2003, 04:33 PM

Zanarkand

Sep 23 2003, 06:19 PM

That will be just fine, ~*~Dracos Girl~*~.

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Gringott's Wizarding Bank!

Harry released a gentle sigh after reading the letter. It hadn't been what he was expecting and he was somewhat relieved. He believed the letter to be Sirius' will. He wasn't sure if he had the strength to read it without losing absolute control of his emotions.

"Have a wonderful day," he said out loud to himself as he refolded the parchment and placed it back into the envelope, somewhat taken aback by Gringotts’ lack of true sympathy. "Have a nice day, my foot."

"Not the friendliest bunch, are they?" Tonks finally spoke, causing him to look up and into her eyes. Despite the fact that her out appearance had changed, her eyes were still the same, full of energy and undoubted youth.

“Not at all,” he replied shaking his head slowly.

“Sirius did leave a will for you,” she said softly, watching his eyes harden. “I wanted to bring it with me for you…but it was made in a very unusual way and can’t be moved out of the headquarters.”

Harry gave her a confused look and she knew that she did a poor job in explaining the situation. “Just don’t worry about it for now, Harry. I just wanted to let you know that a will does exist and I know that Sirius really wanted you to hear it.”

“Hear it?”

“Oh…I mean…don’t worry about it. You’ll see it eventually. I’m sorry but, I must be on my way,” she said as she quickly retrieved her large dark trench coat from the Dursleys’ coat closet. “I need to get back to headquarters. There is going to be a big meeting tonight.”

“Oh okay. Er…Can I go with you?” Harry asked, anxious to know what Dumbledore and Order were going to plan. “I want to help out with the Order.”

“I know you want to help…but you’re not allowed to leave Privet Drive,” she replied with a frown. “Well…not yet anyways.”

“When will I be able to leave?”

She gave him a bright grin as she walked towards the front door of the Dursley home. “Just say that you’ll be celebrating your birthday with us…but until then, you need to sit tight and stay out of trouble. Don’t go wondering around like you did today. It’s not safe.”

“I won’t,” Harry replied halfheartedly.

“Okay then. I will see you later,” she said as she walked out of the house, accidentally stumbling on the ‘Welcome’ rug. “Bloody thing…came out of no where!”

Harry released a soft snicker as he watched Tonks walk into the front yard and disappear with a cloud of smoke. He raised his arms over his head and stretched his back, thrilled at the idea of spending his birthday with the Order. However, his heart sank a bit when he realized that his birthday wasn't going to be for another three weeks.

Harry walked towards the stairs and began to climb them when he heard the telephone ring. As usual, he ignored it and continued to make his way up the stairs until he heard Dudley call for him.

“It’s for you, Harry!” he shouted from the kitchen.

“For me?” Harry said to himself as he hurriedly made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen where the Dursleys were currently getting ready for dinner.

“It’s a girl…Harmony, I think she said her name was,” Dudley said as he handed the receiver to Harry, puzzling his parents with his sudden kindness towards his oddball cousin.

“Harmony?” Harry asked with a confused look as he took the receiver and placed it against his ear. “Er…this is Harry.”

“Hey, it’s me,” he heard a soft voice spoke.

“Hermione?”

Yumiko-Chan's Post

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"Dear Harry James Potter....
As you probaly dont know Sirius Black has signed a contract stating that if he died you get all of his Wizardry money at Gringott's Wizarding Bank. As we found out that he has died, his money was moved into your volt. Have a wonderful day,

Gringott's Wizarding Bank!

Harry tried to stop his tears from falling, but he couldn't believe it, Sirius...who was a great companion, friend, and almost a father to him...he can't help thinking...Sirius is really....gone from them forever...

'Why? Why does this always...happen to me..?' Harry thought croakily to himself, as Tonks waited for him to finish reading the letter he was holding. Tonks thought that he was still reading, that's why she lean her back on the wall for a moment. 'I...I really should have belived Hermione back then...' Harry then thought, This is all my fault, thought Harry as more tears wetted the letter he was holding in his hand, 'I'm really a FOOL and a reckless person...' he can't take it anymore, he thought that if his Mum didn't bear him, maybe his parents wouldn't die at all, maybe if he was not born in this world anyway then Sirius wouldn't be convicted of such murder and if he wasn't that popular he wouldn't have had his name in the Goblet of Fire then...

"Harry, are you alright?" Tonks asked worriedly, looking at his face with concern.

Yumiko-Chan

Sep 23 2003, 06:21 PM

Yumiko-Chan

Sep 23 2003, 06:22 PM

Yikes! Zanarkand! We both continued the story at the same time! WAAAAH!!!

Yumiko-Chan

Zanarkand

Sep 23 2003, 06:38 PM

MOD NOTE: One of the biggest problems that occur amongst the writers when it comes to Round Robins is the aggravation that is caused when someone posts an addition to the story while you, yourself, were working on the addition. To help ease this problem, a new procedure will be installed that would hopefully prevent that from taking place. If you would like to add onto the story, please place a "Claim Post" on the thread.

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Yumiko-Chan

Sep 23 2003, 06:41 PM

Err...Okay, I hope you've told this earlier...anyways, should I delete what I have posted?

Yumiko-Chan

Zanarkand

Sep 23 2003, 06:42 PM

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~Karen

Zanarkand’s post

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Gringott's Wizarding Bank! (End of Draco_Girl's post)

Yumiko-Chan’s Post:
Harry tried to stop his tears from falling, but he couldn't believe it, Sirius...who was a great companion, friend, and almost a father to him...he can't help thinking...Sirius is really....gone from them forever...

'Why? Why does this always...happen to me..?' Harry thought croakily to himself, as Tonks waited for him to finish reading the letter he was holding. Tonks thought that he was still reading, that's why she lean her back on the wall for a moment. 'I...I really should have belived Hermione back then...' Harry then thought, This is all my fault, thought Harry as more tears wetted the letter he was holding in his hand, 'I'm really a FOOL and a reckless person...' he can't take it anymore, he thought that if his Mum didn't bear him, maybe his parents wouldn't die at all, maybe if he was not born in this world anyway then Sirius wouldn't be convicted of such murder and if he wasn't that popular he wouldn't have had his name in the Goblet of Fire then...

"Harry, are you alright?" Tonks asked worriedly, looking at his face with concern.

Zanarkand’s Post:
"Yeah, I’m fine,” Harry replied quickly as he refolded the refolded the parchment and placed it back into the envelope. "So…he’s really gone. Sirius is really gone."

“I’m really sorry, Harry. You have no idea how sorry I am.”

“It’s not your fault,” Harry replied as he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. It’s my fault…it has always been my fault!

“Sirius did leave a will for you,” she said softly, watching his eyes harden again as they did when he read the letter from Gringotts. “I wanted to bring it with me for you…but it was made in a very unusual way and can’t be moved out of the headquarters.”

Harry gave her a confused look and she knew that she did a poor job in explaining the situation. “Just don’t worry about it for now, Harry. I just wanted to let you know that a will does exist and I know that Sirius really wanted you to hear it.”

“Hear it?”

“Oh…I mean…don’t worry about it. You’ll see it eventually. I’m sorry but, I must be on my way,” she said as she quickly retrieved her large dark trench coat from the Dursleys’ coat closet. “I need to get back to headquarters. There is going to be a big meeting tonight.”

“Oh okay. Er…Can I go with you?” Harry asked, anxious to know what Dumbledore and Order were going to plan. He also hoped that by helping the Order, he could redeam himself for causing the death of his godfather. “I want to help out with the Order...no, I need to help the Order.”

“I know you want to help…but you’re not allowed to leave Privet Drive,” she replied with a frown. “Well…not yet anyways.”

“When will I be able to leave?”

She gave him a bright grin as she walked towards the front door of the Dursley home. “Just say that you’ll be celebrating your birthday with us…but until then, you need to sit tight and stay out of trouble. Don’t go wondering around like you did today. It’s not safe.”

“I won’t,” Harry replied halfheartedly.

“Okay then. I will see you later,” she said as she walked out of the house, accidentally stumbling on the ‘Welcome’ rug. “Bloody thing…came out of no where!”

Harry released a soft grin as he watched Tonks walk into the front yard and disappear with a cloud of smoke. He placed the envelop into his back pocket and crossed his arms, his mind circling around everything that had just taken place. He was somewhat thrilled about the idea of spending his birthday with the Order, but felt sick for feeling any form of happiness after what he had done to Sirius. Whichever the case maybe, his birthday wasn't going to be for another three weeks, and he knew it would take a miracle to survive at Privet Drive without any of his close friends.

Harry walked towards the stairs and began to climb them when he heard the telephone ring. As usual, he ignored it and continued to make his way up the stairs until he heard Dudley call for him.

“It’s for you, Harry!” he shouted from the kitchen.

“For me?” Harry said to himself as he hurriedly made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen where the Dursleys were currently getting ready for dinner.

“It’s a girl…Harmony, I think she said her name was,” Dudley said as he handed the receiver to Harry, puzzling his parents with his sudden kindness towards his oddball cousin.

“Harmony?” Harry asked with a confused look as he took the receiver and placed it against his ear. “Er…this is Harry.”

“Hey, it’s me,” he heard a soft voice spoke.

“Hermione?”

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“Hey, it’s me,” he heard a soft voice spoke.

“Hermione?”

"Hi, Harry," said the voice of his best friend.
"Hermione, why did you call?" Harry asked, puzzled, "Nothing bad's happened, has it?"
He heard a laugh on the other end.
"No, Harry, nothing bad has happened," she said, "is it really that hard to believe I just wanted to talk to you?"
Harry felt himself blushing and was very thankful that Hermione couldn't see him.
"Er...right," said Harry awkwardly, "what do you want to talk about?"
He could almost see Hermione's smile as she answered.
"I can see that you're not used to phone conversations."
"Hey, I haven't really ever had one," Harry replied defensively.
"Harry, we can just talk about the same things we do by owl post," she said.
"Well then, how have your holidays been so far?"
"Fine," Hermione said, "although I've had to have Madam Pomfrey send me those ten potions for me to take. I thought I was fine and came back home without them...but on the second day of the summer I started getting that sharp chest pain again, so I had to write to her for those potions."
Harry picked up a piece of paper and crumpled it angrily. This too had been his fault. If he hadn't stupidly run off to the Department of Mysteries, not only would Sirius not have died, Hermione wouldn't have been afflicted with the common chest pain she had acquired since Antonin Dolohov had hit her with a spell deep in the bowels of the Ministry of Magic.
"Are you all right, Harry?" asked Hermione.
"I'm fine," sighed Harry, "I just wish I'd listened to you last year."
"Harry," said Hermione firmly, "even I thought that the best course of action was to go to the Department of Mysteries when Kreacher said Sirius wasn't there. Remember, I told you you that last year? If we checked and he wasn't there, that I'd do whatever it took to get him back? I knew that something might have been wrong, but when Kreacher told us that Sirius wasn't there, I was behind you completely."
Harry nodded, but then realized Hermione couldn't see him so he said, "Yeah, I guess. I o-only wish he was still here."
"Harry, he lives on in you. I'm sure he's watching from somewhere and is very proud of the man you've become."
"Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"Anyway, you know what's kind of weird is that Dudley's been acting nice to me all of a sudden," Harry said, deciding to change the subject.
He could feel Hermione shrugging, "Maybe he realized that he wouldn't want someone that close to him to die either and so he empathized with you. Besides, he does owe you his life."
"I guess you're right. I can't say that this isn't a good thing."
"Oh, Harry, I've got to go. I'll call you later. Bye!"
"Good-bye, Hermione," he whispered.
He hung up the phone and walked away, feeling more than slightly better.

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He hung up the phone and walked away, feeling more than slightly better.Retreating from the lounge, he walked up the stairs, leaving behind his uncle's calling of; "Don't use up our phone line again." As he got to the creaky landing, he crossed it, barely making a sound because of his size. He could easily cross, unknown to his relatives. As he was opening his bedroom door, a sharp pain came at the back of his head. He slithered down, turning, and leaving a thin trail of blood stain the white door.Collapsing in a heap, he just managed to see his attacker, before he fell unconscious.

My attempt to merge this two post:

He saw Kreacher 'but what was he doing in privet?' he asked himself.

Harry blacked out but he mysteriously found himself by the foot of the stairs again. With numerable thoughts rumbling in his head.

connected to my original post:

Harry found himself drawn back to his room.

'I really miss my friends and I really miss you Sirus,' he sighed.

Hedwig swooped inside his room through his open window. She dropped a small box on Harry's bed and stood by her cage.

"What's this you got for me Hedwig?" he asked as he took the box from his bed.

The Snowy Owl held out her leg with a note tied around it.

Harry took the letter and went on reading it:
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Dear Mr. Potter,

You should have had this years ago but I feared it wasn't the right time. You'll know when to use it when the right time comes. Your mother gave this to your father.

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There was no name as to who sent it but he had an idea whom it was from. He opened the box and inside was a ring. It had an emarald stone placed on a golden bond. He stared at it for a while and somehow he felt better. He put the ring on and it was a perfect fit.

"I wonder if anything would be the same if I still have my parents with me?" he said to himself.

He looked at the ring on his finger. He thought he saw it glow for a second.

'I'm seeing things. I think I should go and eat dinner,' he told himself.

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At the table his aunt Petunia was curiously looking at the ring on his finger.

"Where did you get that, Harry?" she asked.

Yumiko-Chan

Sep 23 2003, 06:48 PM

Okay, that fine, I like yours anyway, mine is too dramatic. Hehe...

I'll visit again later....I think we can combine our posts anyway...

Yumiko-Chan

jackryan411

Sep 23 2003, 08:01 PM

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But you can still add your post in this thread and the mods will transfer your posts for you...

~Karen

Zanarkand, as mods, should we edit people's posts in the case of grammar or anything or should we just ignore those mistakes?

Ice Phoenix

Sep 23 2003, 10:59 PM

Edit them, please, edit them... Also, PLEASE edit the posts with spelling mistakes...

Have to say this before I shout it.

Wotcha!
Vault

Are the correct spellings, not "wotcher" - Ah... English slang being spelt wrong irks me.

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karenkate_kitty

Sep 24 2003, 01:24 AM

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Okay.... please continue.....

Ice Phoenix

Sep 24 2003, 03:13 AM

Call me crazy, but even though Mad-Eye etc. warned the Dursley's to not be harsh, I don't think they would start being so nice... Civil, maybe, oh well...

karenkate_kitty

Sep 24 2003, 03:38 AM

QUOTE (Ice Phoenix @ Sep 24 2003, 11:13 AM)

Call me crazy, but even though Mad-Eye etc. warned the Dursley's to not be harsh, I don't think they would start being so nice... Civil, maybe, oh well...

As you can see Ice Phoenix. The Dursley's aren't particularly nice to Harry but as for what the story is building up to be.... from jacks post i think or zanarkand he got to Dudley a little. and i think we have a problem because or post got mixed up. I don't know if i should combine it... hmmmm..

draco_malfoys_luver

Sep 24 2003, 04:10 AM

I agree with Ice Phoenix but oh well...

Ok... I'm gonna delete my other post, coz otherwise this is just too confusing. I'm moving it to later on...

Love Millie

p.s. this is going well

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Ice Phoenix

Sep 24 2003, 06:45 AM

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~Karen
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NAPPA

Sep 24 2003, 07:10 AM

Good so far guys

, keep up the good work

Zanarkand : God your name is long! ^.^ Remember to maybe post a message in the main section. Sometimes people don't look up at the topics

karenkate_kitty

Sep 24 2003, 09:14 AM

I hope to see more people posting here tomorrow.... we have the same line of people posting over and over.... Ice Phoenix...good job i like what you've done so far

summary of the past posts:

QUOTE (Ice Phoenix’s Post)

The trouble he had found himself in had been immense. His aunt and uncle had refused to let him eat, and his cousin had burst into his room at the worst times, before running off telling his uncle he was writing letters. Dudley looked very smug indeed when he had the pleasure of telling Harry his girlfriend had called, and that she had been shouted at by uncle Vernon.

Absent-mindedly, Harry clenched his fist, but he was still no match for Dudley. That night, at around eight, the news came on. Harry had been allowed to watch the news recently, but this time, all he heard was Dudley's scoffing on sweets, Petunia's horrible singing, and Vernon Dursley's plodding footsteps along the landing.

His uncle had thrown Hedwig's cage out of the window, after she had been making a racket, and locked his wand in a draw. Harry smirked to himself; he had caused this much uproar with just wearing a ring. Hedwig hadn't been though, she continued to make a racket as ten o'clock rolled around.

It was then that Vernon Dursley checked he was in bed, but no, he was sitting at his desk, writing a letter to Hermione about the ring. He still had to keep it short and coded though, he would tell her how if he managed to get to use the telephone.

'Go to bed, unless you don't want to go to that ruddy school of yours this year.' Uncle Vernon said, triumphantly.
'Too bad for you I am going then.' Harry slipped out. He could see his uncle's face turning purple with rage, the vein at the neck popping out of his rounded, podgy head. He was scared, he had only seen his uncle like this once, and he had barely seen him, he had run away, and... For the first time, caught a glimpse of his Godfather.

'That's for me and Petunia to decide, boy.' Vernon said, stepping closer to Harry, his voice containing the utmost rage. His eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, and, just to stress the words he was saying, he spat over Harry.
'Then it wouldn't interest you to know, that I won't be here for my birthday?' Harry said, livid. He had let rage get the better of him. Once again, he was clenching his fist.

Uncle Vernon immediately backed off. He turned sharply on his heel, in fact, it was the most athletic thing Harry had ever seen his uncle do before. Just hearing his uncle mutter a "fine" before he had disappeared, he went to bed, once again brushing the pain in the back of his head with his hand.

QUOTE (romulus lupin’s post)

Uncle Vernon immediately backed off. He turned sharply on his heel, in fact, it was the most athletic thing Harry had ever seen his uncle do before. Just hearing his uncle mutter a "fine" before he had disappeared, he went to bed, once again brushing the pain in the back of his head with his hand.

Cold, clammy hands were wrapped around his neck, tightening inexorably and instinctiely, he fought back, trying to swim out of the darkness that was pulling him down, his hands struggling with those cold, cold hands, his body shaking and struggling to force air down his constricted throat.

Through his blurry vision, he thought he saw red, red eyes glaring down at him and he froze. 'Voldemort!' he thought. 'But that can't be ... he cannot get into my room ... Dumbledore said that ...'

He was at the edge of an abyss, staring down into the cold, dark depths. He felt himself drawing in, gathering his strength to take the leap -- to plunge into that welcoming darkness and to let the world around him go ...

And felt himself being pulled back, the hands around his neck loosening and he could feel air rushing out of his lungs in a whoosh -- and fresh, clean air flowing into the vacumn of his emptied lungs.

A single cough came from his bruised throat and he opened his eyes to his darkened room and saw, through his still blurry vision, two small figures struggling in a corner. His arms flailed out -- one hand going for his dresser and glasses, the other desperately searching beneath his pillow for his wand ...

'CRACK' -- one of the struggling figures hit the wall with a sound that would have woken the dead. Glasses on finally, his eyes started to focus when he felt something leap on his bed and he threw up his hands to fend off the attacker.

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Is Harry Potter all right?"

"Dobby?" He sat up in bed, staring into the luminous eyes of the house-elf for a second before glancing to the side where he saw Kreacher on his back, staring up at the ceiling, a greenish stain on the wall above his head and he turned back to Dobby.

Before he could say a word, there was a pounding on the door and Vernon Dursley's voice could be heard, "What's going on in there?"

QUOTE ( draco_malfoys_luver)

Before he could say a word, there was a pounding on the door and Vernon Dursley's voice could be heard, "What's going on in there?"
'Nothing!' Harry replied perhaps a bit too quickly and loudly for his own good.
'Well then shut the hell up and let the rest of us get some sleep!' his Uncle roared through the door, making Harry think 'it's allright for you though, isn't it?'
As his Uncle walked away, Harry turned his attention back to Dobby who was cowering at the end of Harrys bed.
'What is it Dobby?' Harry enquired.
'Harry Potter, sir! Dobby comes to sees you because you are once again in graves danger sir!' his high pitched squeaky voice came.
'Dobby, if you don't mind, can you please keep your voice down.' Harry pleaded with him in a whisper.
'S-sorry sir!' Dobby replied timidly.
'It's okay. Now, how am I in grave danger this year? We're not going to have you try and save my life again all year are we?'
Dobby giggled.
'N-no sir. This times though,' he continued in a more somber tone, 'it's not just you sir. It's you ands your friend Hermy- Hermy...'
'Hermione?' Harry supplied. 'Why, how come Hermione is in trouble now?'

QUOTE (Zanarkand)

Dobby started to shudder uncontrollably, his large round eyes staring down at the covers on Harry’s bed.

“Dobby…what is it?,” Harry begged quietly as tried to get him to look at him. However he refused, constantly moving his head to avoid eye contact. Harry released a frustrated sigh and focused his attention on the unconscious Kreacher. His fists tightened and he slowly rose from his bed.

“It has to do something with him, doesn’t it Dobby?”

Dobby nodded slowly, his eyes still focused back on Harry’s covers. Harry slowly made his way towards Kreacher, trying to make as little noise as possible. He cursed his uncle for locking his wand in the kitchen drawer (sorry…romolus, I know you stated that his wand was under his pillow, but from Ice Phoenix’s post, it had been locked in a drawer by his uncle). If Kreacher were to wake and become hostile, magic would be the only thing that could save him and an apparently panicky Dobby.

Harry closed the distance between him and the house-elf and almost gagged from the putrid odor that surrounded him. Harry held his nose and examined the house Kreacher, wondering why he would be his bedroom. He vaguely recalled seeing him earlier that day, but was unable to remember if it had been some sort of twisted dream or reality.

“I need some answers,” Harry said to himself softly, “and I’m not going to get them if you’re unconscious.” Harry then turned over to Dobby, who was now staring at him worriedly. “Dobby, please go downstairs to the kitchen. You will find a drawer that has a large lock on it. Could you please unlock it and get my wand for me?”

“If Harry Potter sir wishes Dobby to do so,” he squeaked as he pushed himself off the bed. “Please don’t touch him, Harry Potter sir…he is dangerous…Dobby feels very scared around him.”

“I won’t do anything,” Harry replied. “Go get my wand and be quiet. Hide if you see any of the Dursley’s coming.”

Dobby nodded obediently and snapped his fingers, disappearing with a cloud of smoke. Harry released his nose, now somewhat able to handle the stench that was expelled by Kreacher and slowly waved his hand over the house-elf's face.

“Why are you – ” Harry was cut off by a low cry. Kreacher had lunged forward at him, desperately taking a hold of Harry’s right hand. “Get off!”

Harry quickly rose to his full height and pulled back, trying to wrench his arm free from the Kreacher’s surprisingly powerful grip. Without a second of hesitation, Harry’s foot flew forward, kicking Kreacher square in the stomach.

The soft groan escaped the winded house-elf as he released Harry’s hand and stumbled onto the floor, unconscious again. Harry took in several deep breaths as he massaged his aching hand, completely stunned by Kreacher’s sudden attack.

“What was that all about?” Harry asked himself as he looked at the small cuts that mangy elf had left on his hand. He was examining one particular deep cut when eyes suddenly focused on the thing that was around his finger. “He can’t be…is he after this ring?”

QUOTE (jackryan411)

“What was that all about?” Harry asked himself as he looked at the small cuts that mangy elf had left on his hand. He was examining one particular deep cut when eyes suddenly focused on the thing that was around his finger. “He can’t be…is he after this ring?”
There was a soft creak as the door opened and Dobby slipped back into the room, Harry's wand clutched in his right hand.
"Dobby, what's he doing here? What are you doing here? What's the trouble with Hermione?"
Dobby just shook his large head fearfully.
"Come on, Dumbledore would want you to tell me, wouldn't he?" Harry asked desperately.
Dobby shook his head again, "Dobby is here against Dumbledore's order, Harry Potter sir."
Harry felt some of his old anger for Dumbledore from last year swelling again. So Harry couldn't know again, could he? Hadn't he learned from last year? Wanting some answers, Harry grabbed Dobby by his front.
"Dobby, what's happened to Hemione? I swear that if anything's happened to her---I'll----"
Dobby shook his head for a third time, this time with large tears dropping from his eyes and he wailed, "Dobby cannot tell you! Dobby was forbidden!"
"Damn it, Dobby! If you don't tell me now, I'm going to take my Firebolt and fly over to Grimmauld Place myself!"

QUOTE (Cdelight)

"I'm going. You can't stop me." Harry said defiantly. Dobby didn't reply but merely shook his head furiously. "No. No. Harry Potter cannot. It is too dangerous!!"
"Well then what am I suppose to do? I can't just sit here, and you won't tell me anything!" Harry yanked his hair in frustration. "Listen Dobby. I need to go there. Hermione is in trouble. I can sense it." Harry paced. Dobby continued to sob.
Without waiting for another reply, Harry flung his door open and went to retrieve his broom and invisiblity cloak. He returns a few minutes later. Then looking defiantly at Dobby, pushed open his window.
Instantly, a rush of warm summer hair met his forehead. Harry, feeling refreshed, climbed on his broomstick.
Dobby moved nimbly in front of Harry and said sternly, "Harry Potter..."

QUOTE (karenkate_kitty)

"I cannot let you go there, Harry Potter sir. It is not safe?" Dobby said stuttering as Harry already mounted on his broom attempted to fly out the window but couldn't.

"What did you do Dobby? Why can't I fly out the window?" Harry blurted eyeing Dobby with deep dismay.

"A barrier sir like the one Dobby put in the platform entrance," Dobby answered. "Hermy sir is in good hands. She's being guarded like yous sir," Dobby added.

"Who did Dumbledore sent to her?" Harry asked in frustration.

"She's in her house sir and Winky was sent there too sir," Dobby replied uncertainly and was going to make his way to the opened drawers to punish himself from telling Harry.

"Don't even think about hurting yourself Dobby," Harry scolded him. "So Winky's there at the Grangers. Does Hermione know she's in danger and what kind of danger are we talking about here?" he asked.

"Winky was given strict orders sir to guard Harry Potter's friend. Winky is better sir not always drunk anymore sir," Dobby replied pacing around the room with uncertainty.

Harry sat on his bed. Dobby didn't answer his questions about Hermione and Kreacher was still lying on the floor unconscious.

"I will get rid of Kreacher sir, when he wakes up. Very bad servant sir, very bad," Dobby said.

"He doesn't have any masters, does he? I mean Sirius is dead and he wouldn't folow order from Tonks. Why is Kreacher after me?" Harry asked looking sternly at the unconscious house elf.

"My old masters sir. Kreacher serve them sir. He said they'll take his head off if he gets the ring sir," Dobby said.

"But why do they want the ring?" Harry asked again staring at his bruised hand.

"Not for me to say, Harry Potter sir. Headmaster will tell you sir," Dobby refused to answer any more questions.

"But what about Hermione does she know?" Harry persisted.

"Not for me to say sir...." Dobby muttered

QUOTE (Ice Phoenix)

Harry flung himself onto his bed. His worry was plucking at his soul. Inside, his heart was beating slower and slower, every second he thought about the trouble Hermione might be in. The cloudy night sky outside was echoing the gaping hole left in his heart from the loss of Sirius. It would be like having the cold, clammy hands of death squeezing every last breath out of him if he were to find out anything had happened to Ron or Hermione.

The burning sensation in the depths of his heart to save either of his friends was the only thing keeping him from giving up, but now, after all the torment he had suffered, all the pain he had caused himself, his strength, not for him, but for his friends, was deteriorating with every last second of the shadowed present.

It was as if a veil had been cast over him, blinding him from knowing anything, and slowly suffocating his feelings, senses, and desires. His will to live knowing his friends were in trouble, and he could not do anything about it was torturing his soul. The reality was, he was clueless. He was ceasing to be a human being… Soon, he would be no more than someone like Voldemort…

It was as if a veil had been cast over him, blinding him from knowing anything, and slowly suffocating his feelings, senses, and desires. His will to live knowing his friends were in trouble, and he could not do anything about it was torturing his soul. The reality was, he was clueless. He was ceasing to be a human being… Soon, he would be no more than someone like Voldemort…

QUOTE ( draco_malfoys_luver)

And with this horrifying thought running through his head, Harry fell into an uneasy sleep and had the same dream that he'd been having since the begining of the holidays.

Cold, clammy hands were wrapped around his neck, tightening inexorably and instinctiely, he fought back, trying to swim out of the darkness that was pulling him down, his hands struggling with those cold, cold hands, his body shaking and struggling to force air down his constricted throat.

Through his blurry vision, he thought he saw red, red eyes glaring down at him and he froze. 'Voldemort!' he thought. 'But that can't be ... he cannot get into my room ... Dumbledore said that ...'

He was at the edge of an abyss, staring down into the cold, dark depths. He felt himself drawing in, gathering his strength to take the leap -- to plunge into that welcoming darkness and to let the world around him go ...

'Harry Potter sir!' Dobby's voice cried through Harry's head, bringing him slowly back to the land of the living. 'Harry Potter sir!' he cried again as Harry sat up grogily.

'WhatizitDobby?'

'You, yous was screaming sir. Y-you screams about he-who-must-not-be-named!' Dobby trembled. 'Harry Potter sir, Kreacher is wakings. I musts gets him backs to headquarters sir. Dobby will be backs sir. Be careful sir.'

Harry watched bewildered as Dobby vanished into a puff of smoke once again...

QUOTE (ponderingprefect)

Harry green eyes moved around the room quickly and with the back of his hand, he wiped off the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead. He grimaced at his pillow noticing that it had become drenched with sweat. Then he grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and jumped out of bed, not wanting to return to the abysmal dreams that awaited him in sleep.

He marched to his bedroom door staring at the mirror that hung over it and stared at himself in the mirror. Upon first examination all he could see was the sweat that had dampened his hair and made his skin cry. He frowned, feeling ashamed and then he remembered the dream again. He could almost feel the cold clammy hands again. He could see the red eyes boring into his own and he could still feel himself falling into the darkness where Voldemort resided.

He shook his head violently for a short moment and then examined his face again, bringing his fingertips to his eyes, nose, ears, lips and cheeks. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he leaned his forehead against the mirror.

"It's all right, really," said a very logical voice in his head.

Harry smiled knowing who it belonged to and he let it continue, "You're still Harry."

Facade

Sep 24 2003, 09:33 AM

I think the reason we got the posts mixed up in the second page was because the 'claiming' part. Also I had no idea, until I came to the last post, which section f the story to follow. Perhaps it should be required the we post in the top in italics the last sentence, so the reader would know where the new author is continuing from? Like we have been doing so far.

And is there anyone out there that wants to give it a shot? We have the same people posting( thats not a bad thing), but it would be nice to have a bit more variety...

karenkate_kitty

Sep 24 2003, 10:11 AM

ey Gil I know you're out there give us a bit of your prowess..... Oh.... I will have to delete my own post later

Romulus Lupin

Sep 24 2003, 10:21 AM

Karen ... your wish is my command.

MOD NOTE:

Copy of the post can be found here: story parts

~Karen

OK ... I hope this is all right.

gil

draco_malfoys_luver

Sep 24 2003, 07:52 PM

It's cool!

Sorry, I know I'm boring but here ya go...

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MOD NOTE:

Copy of the post can be found here: story parts

~Karen
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hope thats ok...

Love Millie

Zanarkand

Sep 24 2003, 08:07 PM

That's fine draco_malfoys_luver.

MOD NOTE:

Copy of the post can be found here: story parts

~Karen

jackryan411

Sep 24 2003, 09:23 PM

I have a couple of Mod-Notes: Okay, karenkate_kitty, when you put out the claim post and then write your part, edit your claim post with your story so we don't have an unnecessary post. Thanks! And also, this story had a bit of an about-face from earlier...Dudley was being nice to Harry in the earlier parts of the story, but now he's mean again. Next time, if something's down, please don't change the character's behavior to fit your views. Just a reminder everyone! Story:

MOD NOTE:

Copy of the post can be found here: story parts

~Karen

Romulus Lupin

Sep 24 2003, 11:30 PM

QUOTE

From Zanarkland
(sorry…romolus, I know you stated that his wand was under his pillow, but from Ice Phoenix’s post, it had been locked in a drawer by his uncle).

No problem.

Although I did say he was searching for his wand underneath the pillow.

In a moment of panic, he'd forgotten that Vernon had placed his wand under lock and key, but I didn't make the point clear.

Sorry.

Will someone continue this? I'm eagerly anticipating the next thrilling installment.

Serendipity

Sep 24 2003, 11:50 PM

I'll give this a shot

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Copy of the post can be found here: story parts

~Karen

karenkate_kitty

Sep 25 2003, 05:17 AM

Copy of the post can be found here: story parts

~Karen

please continue......

Ice Phoenix

Sep 25 2003, 08:06 AM

Is Ron non-existant in this Round Robin or something? Just curious.

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~Karen

Zanarkand

Sep 25 2003, 08:32 AM

QUOTE (Ice Phoenix)

Is Ron non-existant in this Round Robin or something? Just curious

Ron just hasn't been brought it yet. I mean...technically everything that has taken place so far seems to fall into a time of about...maybe 3 or 4 hours. So...it isn't like Ron is completely forgotten. He can be brought into the story by anyone at any time.

Ice Phoenix

Sep 25 2003, 09:00 AM

QUOTE

Ron just hasn't been brought it yet.

He has now... I was just voicing my concern, because a lot of fanfictions (yes, even fanfictions, this is the same kind of thing), seem to forget Ron if they're focusing on H/Hr.

draco_malfoys_luver

Sep 25 2003, 05:29 PM

yeah... well... I'm doing the next post ::shrieks::
hope you like (by the way... has Harry just become suicidal or what?!?)

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Copy of the post can be found here: story parts

~Karen

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again, I know that its hopeless (as always) but this time its worse... I'm kinda at work...
Sorry.

Love Millie

~*~Dracos Girl~*~

Sep 25 2003, 07:30 PM

this storys going great :> i would try to wright some but umm im kinda scared that someone will get mad

at me again for spelling something wrong

(sorry mods for kinda being off topic

)

ponderingprefect

Sep 25 2003, 08:11 PM

Alrighty, everyone here's my attempt...hope I've done the story justice with this insert.

~Emily~

Copy of the post can be found here: story parts

~Karen

jackryan411

Sep 25 2003, 09:16 PM

I'm glad to see that the story is going great! IcePhoenix is right...when we do leave Privet Drive, I would expect Ron to be present and for Harry and Ron to have those typical male friend bonding moments (the Quidditch thing in Book 5, playing with fake wands in Book 4)...this is H/Hr, yes, but Ron is an important character too. And Draco's Girl, if you or anyone else have worries about spelling or grammar send it to me or one of the other mods...I'm really good with spelling and all (my best friend's a super spelling bee champion guy and I've picked up a lot from him)...

Zanarkand

Sep 25 2003, 09:48 PM

The story post has been moved. Please go to the Easy Read forum
~Bec

ALL RIGHT! Harry's birthday has almost arrived and he'is ready to leave Privet Drive. Can't wait for someone to continue. MOD NOTE: Don't forget about the outline/restriction point that states that he can't stay at the Burrow because it isn't properly guarded against the powers of Voldemort. Though aside from that, do as you wish!

Romulus Lupin

Sep 25 2003, 11:57 PM

This post has been moved. Please go to theEasy-Read thread
Thanks
~Bec

draco_malfoys_luver

Sep 26 2003, 05:12 PM

Hey this going great, but I'm uninspired at the moment. Sorry. Not that its really any great loss, but oh well. I just need one thing clarified.

QUOTE

Moody had also decided to take Hedwig away with him to headquarters, pointing out that a snowy owl in any neighborhood would be an indication that someone magical lived in the area – and chances were that it was Harry Potter's snowy owl. Harry didn’t even bother to question this, knowing full well what the answer would be: “Eternal vigilance, Potter!”

QUOTE

Harry no longer had to talk to the walls or to a silent Hedwig (whose only response to him was to flutter her wings, give a hoot of anger, derision or hilarity depending on her mood).

Does Harry still have Hedwig or not? I thought that Moody took her?

Love Millie

Facade

Sep 26 2003, 06:11 PM

I think he still doesn't have Hedwig and that Gil intended for that phrase to be just a referance to how lonely Harry is. And I might give this another go, but not right now.

And I expect Ron not to be non existent in this fiction.

draco_malfoys_luver

Sep 26 2003, 06:44 PM

::sticks out tongue:: I have this post!!! And no, Ron won't be non-existent. I hope that its Harrys birthday next day. Coz thats how I percieved it and thats how I'm going to write it... hope you guys don't mind.... you can delete it if you wish...

This story post has been moved. Please go to the Easy-Read thread
Thanks
~Bec

hope that was ok...

Love Millie

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