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New Story! Behind the Enemy's Eyes!!!! HP/DM!!! Chappie One! |
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Otay ev'ryone! Incase you haven't noticed, I deleted my book. It was.......well.... let's find a smiley for it... burning_eyes wahmbulance rolleyes dramallama eek ish.... Yeah... But! ((BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT!!)) I have a new story! It's a Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy slash fan fic as well as the love of my life! So I'll post chappie one in green ((You guys: Ooooh! Aaaaahhh!!!))
Oh, and before I forget, I've bolded all of the thing's in quotation marks because last time they didn't show...
Harry had just gotten off of the train returning from probably the worst year of school ever. Returning to the Burrow, as Dumbledore had told him to do so before he died, Harry couldn’t get his mind off of what happened and what might happen next. Seeing Mrs. Weasley, the closest thing to a mother that he had ever had, after such a tragedy put him on the verge of tears. Crying herself, Mrs. Weasley broke into a sprint towards “The Chosen One” ((as that was what the papers were calling him nowadays)) and hugged him close to her in fear of losing him.
“Harry, my sweet child, I’m so happy to see you,” she said quietly into his ear between tears of joy. “I was so worried! The others arrived hours ago! Are you alright?”
At this point Harry was in tears as well. Not because he was happy or sad, however, but because he couldn’t breathe from how tight Molly’s grip was ((he couldn’t even move his head, it was so tight)). Noticing Harry would respond made the Weasley mother especially nervous.
“Harry?! HARRY! SPEAK TO ME!!” She yelled louder as she shook him by his shoulders. This gave him enough time to catch his breath, although it wasn’t so helpful to the fact that he wanted to lay low, everybody stared at the two.
“I’m fine.” He chuckled at Molly’s tendency to be overprotective. “I’m just so glad to see you.”
“As am I, dearie. From the looks of it, they must’ve starved you at Hogwarts. I expected more from that school. Although with Dumbledore’s death and all, I wouldn’t be surprised if the new headmaster wasn’t your biggest fan. Come along, dearie, we need to get some food in that stomach as soon as possible!” And with that the two disappeared with a loud CRACK!
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Harry had already gotten used to the feeling of being squeezed into a small tube that came with apparating, but he was still unable to stay standing once the feeling was over. When they arrived in the middle of the kitchen at the Burrow, he immediately collapsed. Molly, as always, used this as another reason for feeding the skinny teenager.
“Oh you poor thing! Here, sit down here and relax” Molly placed him at his usual seat at the table "Why don’t you have some chicken soup and some bread and butter!” with a wave of her wand, a bowl of soup and a baguette floated to where he was sitting.
“Now now, Molly. You know that the simplest cure for apparation sickness is chocolate!” said a slender figure standing in the doorway.
“You say that for everything, Lupin! No, Harry needs healthy filling food, not fattening food!” Molly retorted and turned towards the stove.
“Fine,” Lupin whined mockingly, while sneaking a bar of Belgium Dark Chocolate into Harry’s lap. He then mouthed “For later” to Harry. Harry covered his mouth so that he wouldn’t giggle. It wasn’t that he didn’t like getting an all you can eat buffet of chocolate from Lupin, it’s just that, well simply, Lupin thinks that chocolate is the cure for any and every disease known to muggle and wizard ((and even some known to monkeys ^.~ )). Why, just last summer, Crookshanks fell down the stairs and Lupin immediately ran to Hermione and told her to give him some chocolate, despite the fact that it’s deadly for cats. Harry then mouthed “Thanks” and Lupin smiled.
“Why is it so quiet? What are you to doing?!” Molly gave them an accusing glare. Fortunately, Lupin had much experience with lying.
“It won’t be quiet in a minute…” Lupin answered, avoiding her glare.
“What does that m-" Mrs. Weasley began, but she found out herself when Ginny burst into the room screaming.
“NO! I CAN’T!!! I WON’T!!! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!!!” Ginny’s sudden outburst was shortly explained when Crabbe and his father came into the room followed by Hermione.
As Ginny plopped onto the couch crying, Hermione crossed the room and sat on the floor next to her in an attempt to comfort her. The two had been dating since Christmas and as far as either of them were concerned, that wouldn’t end anytime soon.
“Will someone explain to me what the bloody hell is going on?!” Mrs. Weasley seemed almost as upset as Ginny, although she was much more clueless. “What in G-d’s bloody name are you doing here?? Why is my only daughter crying and what did you do to maker her so upset?!”
“I’ll tell you what’s going on mum!” Ron shoved his way in between Crabbe and his father. “This little prat used the government to take advantage of an innocent soul!”
“Ron? What kind of rubbish are you talking about now?!” This was the first time Harry had spoken since poor distraught Ginny barged into the room in a huff.
Through tears Hermione managed to clue Harry in. “The bloody Marriage Law was passed Harry!” Harry was dumbfounded. Not only because he had no idea what she was talking about, but also because he never heard Hermione say the word ‘bloody’ or anything as bad as long as he knew her. Ron was known for having a rubbish mouth. “Why couldn’t you just leave her alone?! You knew she was perfectly happy! Why do you have this mad desire to ruin everyone’s life?? Why did you choose her?!” This comment was aimed towards Crabbe.
All of a sudden, it clicked in Harry’s head. Crabbe had petitioned for Ginny as his wife and won. But why? He had to have known about Ginny and Hermione, heck, the whole school was talking about it until they had Dumbledore to talk about! The more he sat there and pondered, the more paranoid he got about it. ‘What if this is all some sort of plot to get into the Order? What if it’s all some plot to learn what makes me tick?! What if they torture Ginny to tell my innermost secrets?!?!’ As the thoughts spun in his head like some wacky carnival ride, he got more and more upset. Through the chaos going on inside his mind, he saw Crabbe and his father walk over to the sobbing Ginny. Hermione tried to protect her love, but as soon as she had slapped Crabbe, he had pushed her to the ground. Crabbe grabbed Ginny’s arm and a searing pain went through Harry’s forehead and over his scar. Harry closed his eyes in pain and when he opened them, he wasn’t in front of his soup, bread, chocolate, or Ginny anymore.
 IfeelWICKED212 · Fri Jun 23, 2006 @ 04:36am · 0 Comments |
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still need help/broadway update |
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need help and advice people! i'm getting a lot of veiws, but no advice!!!! o and MONTY PYTHON'S SPAMALOT IS A MUST SEE!!! best musical of the year and all my friends say it's hilarious!
IfeelWICKED212 · Tue Jun 07, 2005 @ 03:58am · 0 Comments |
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blaugh Me ish SOOOOOO happy! blaugh Mah vewy own journal! blaugh anyway... excuse hyperness.... just had a whole box of peeps! 3nodding soon i shall feel vewy sick... gonk .... but for now me ish hyper! blaugh *bounces around room like tigger* WEEEE!!!!! .... *pauses and stares into space* crying uh-oh! i just realized somethin! i used up mah post for da day!! crying NOOOOOO!!!!! crying ... oh well.... i post the first chapter tomorrow.... but for now..... blaugh lesh sing da doom song blaugh *sings to random notes* Doom-do-doom-doom-doom-doom!!! Doom......
~*Six months later*~
... Doooooooo-DOOM! *stops singing* DONE!!!
Mah guess at ur response: stare uhhh..... i don't know you *backs away slowly*
Mah rerponse to that: blaugh *huggles* blaugh ... sweatdrop
IfeelWICKED212 · Tue May 17, 2005 @ 01:54am · 0 Comments |
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