Hello!! I have never written Harry Potter before but now I'm going to
try it. This is a story about Harry Potter. None of these characters
belong to me. They belong to the author J. K. Rowling. Please enjoy and
always review! (I don't care if they are flames as long as they are
constructive!)
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Mist.....
Mist blocks my vision... and it's so dark.
I call out to someone; anyone, hoping for a response.nothing.I try again.nothing.
I'm desperate now; I have to know where I am; what is out there. I know something is out there. I feel it.
Wait! Someone is here! I see them! I try to call out to ask where I am.No answer. I try again louder. Still nothing. I cry out one last time. I'm almost hysterical! The darkness is making me nervous. I anxiously await an answer and finally I receive one.
"I dunno," the figure murmurs softly.
No, it can't be.
"Wands out d'you reckon?" the figure sounds slightly nervous.
No! Anything but this anything! I yelled and screamed told him to run to hide to just get away from this God forsaken place! . but he does not here me. He just stands there listening to something I cannot here.
"Someone's coming," the figure said suddenly.
I yell louder at him. I plead for him to run.he still does nothing.then I see another figure coming he is carrying something like a baby. a bundle of robes. that holds what is left of the most evil wizard in the world.
"Kill the spare," the bundle hisses to the figure that was carrying it.
There is green light.then I see the figure has fallen. he looks up at me with an expression of shock on his features. No.no.Cedric.I'm so.sorry.
A boy with unruly black hair suddenly jolts awake. He is shaking a little and looks utterly terrified. Now, to any normal person, this would seem like normal fourteen- year old boy behavior. They would think he had probably been watching scary movies or he had eaten to many sweets before he had gone to bed and he had just had a nightmare. This boy, however, is anything but normal.
Harry Potter wiped his sweaty bangs out of his eyes and then reached over for his glasses. After putting them on, the world came back into focus. He saw the digital clock and groaned. It was 3 o'clock in the morning. He took in his surroundings, trying to clear his mind of the painful visions from the nightmare so he could sleep. All around him on shelves and the floor lay broken toys, books, and other odds and ends. None of these objects however, belong to Harry. Almost everything belongs to his spoiled cousin Dudley Dursley. Finally, his wandering eyes fall on his trunk and the empty cage next to it. A small smile curls on his lips. He couldn't help it; even though he was a little shaken he always felt pride swell up in him whenever he looked at these items. These things were the precious connection he had to his world. The wizarding world.
He was lucky his relatives had allowed him to keep his trunk in his room. They used to lock all his things in the cupboard underneath the stairs. However, this practice soon changed when Harry told them he had a godfather, Sirius Black, who just happened to be an escaped convict, and since Sirius liked to check up on Harry they decided to allow him certain liberties he would not normally have. In reality Sirius was really innocent but the Dursleys didn't need to know this.
Harry's thoughts turned to school. His school was not a normal public school. It was a school for witches and wizards called Hogwarts. Hogwarts was truly Harry's home because it was where he felt welcome, happy, and safe. Harry smiled again, thinking of all of his friends, the occasional trip to Hogsmeade on the weekends, and finally, quidditch. This is a magical sport that takes place on broomsticks. Harry was the seeker for his house. The seeker's job is to catch the golden snitch, a walnut sized ball with wings. Harry thought about all the matches he had participated in, going over how he had caught the snitch. He then thought of his fellow seekers. First there was Malfoy for the Slytherin team, who had never caught the snitch when he was against Harry. Harry smirked to himself. He would never let Malfoy catch the snitch before him. The slimy git was always trying to find ways to get Harry and his friends in trouble so he would never allow him the satisfaction of beating Gryffindor. Next was Cho Chang for the Ravenclaw house. Harry felt himself blush a little because he had a crush on Cho last year, but he had gotten over it after the third task. The third task had changed his whole perspective on life.
Harry knew he had been lucky the first three times he had faced Voldemort. The first time he had been a baby and his parents had died. His father had tried to stall Voldemort so his wife and son could get away, and his mother had sacrificed herself so Harry would not die. Her love for Harry protected him and destroyed Voldemort's power, causing him to go into hiding. The second time he fought against the dark wizard was when he was trying to protect the Sorcerers Stone. Harry had to prevent one of his teachers who had become one of Voldemort's servants from getting to the stone. During this fight he had discovered Prof. Quirrel could not touch him without getting hurt so he held onto Quirrel's hands in order to keep him from getting the stone. This task nearly killed him and had Prof. Dumbledore not arrived in time, Harry would have died. The third time he had faced a younger Voldemort in the Chamber of Secrets. Harry had to fight a giant serpent known as a Basilisk and almost got himself killed again. If Fawkes had not been there he would have died for sure, but the phoenix had healed him with it's tears, then showed him how to destroy Tome Riddle. He should have known his luck would eventually run out. Now a boy was dead; all because of him. Cedric Diggory a smart, charming, and all around good guy, now dead and to top it all off, the girl of Harry's dreams had been in love with him.
The nightmare came back to him full force once he thought of Cedric. The staring eyes and the expression of shock that had taken the place of the smiling carefree expression haunted Harry. He closed his eyes tight trying to shut out the images, but to no avail. He still saw the body of the once great person lying on the ground forever still. Then Harry cried, because he just couldn't help it. It was so unfair that someone with so much promise in his future should die, and to make matters worse it was Harry's fault that he was dead.
"I'm so sorry Cedric," he murmured softly in between the muffled sobs, "I'm just so sorry."
His voice trails off as exhaustion overtakes him and he slumps back on his pillows the tears from his agony and sorrow still trailing down his face.
Wow this is a long first chapter. Well for me that is. Anyway was this an awful way to portray Harry you know with the crying and all. Please tell me what you think in a review. I love you guys! (smiles) Neo- Kitty ;} ^ ^ (I'm trying out new ways to make Kittys!) =(~ _ ~)=
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Mist.....
Mist blocks my vision... and it's so dark.
I call out to someone; anyone, hoping for a response.nothing.I try again.nothing.
I'm desperate now; I have to know where I am; what is out there. I know something is out there. I feel it.
Wait! Someone is here! I see them! I try to call out to ask where I am.No answer. I try again louder. Still nothing. I cry out one last time. I'm almost hysterical! The darkness is making me nervous. I anxiously await an answer and finally I receive one.
"I dunno," the figure murmurs softly.
No, it can't be.
"Wands out d'you reckon?" the figure sounds slightly nervous.
No! Anything but this anything! I yelled and screamed told him to run to hide to just get away from this God forsaken place! . but he does not here me. He just stands there listening to something I cannot here.
"Someone's coming," the figure said suddenly.
I yell louder at him. I plead for him to run.he still does nothing.then I see another figure coming he is carrying something like a baby. a bundle of robes. that holds what is left of the most evil wizard in the world.
"Kill the spare," the bundle hisses to the figure that was carrying it.
There is green light.then I see the figure has fallen. he looks up at me with an expression of shock on his features. No.no.Cedric.I'm so.sorry.
A boy with unruly black hair suddenly jolts awake. He is shaking a little and looks utterly terrified. Now, to any normal person, this would seem like normal fourteen- year old boy behavior. They would think he had probably been watching scary movies or he had eaten to many sweets before he had gone to bed and he had just had a nightmare. This boy, however, is anything but normal.
Harry Potter wiped his sweaty bangs out of his eyes and then reached over for his glasses. After putting them on, the world came back into focus. He saw the digital clock and groaned. It was 3 o'clock in the morning. He took in his surroundings, trying to clear his mind of the painful visions from the nightmare so he could sleep. All around him on shelves and the floor lay broken toys, books, and other odds and ends. None of these objects however, belong to Harry. Almost everything belongs to his spoiled cousin Dudley Dursley. Finally, his wandering eyes fall on his trunk and the empty cage next to it. A small smile curls on his lips. He couldn't help it; even though he was a little shaken he always felt pride swell up in him whenever he looked at these items. These things were the precious connection he had to his world. The wizarding world.
He was lucky his relatives had allowed him to keep his trunk in his room. They used to lock all his things in the cupboard underneath the stairs. However, this practice soon changed when Harry told them he had a godfather, Sirius Black, who just happened to be an escaped convict, and since Sirius liked to check up on Harry they decided to allow him certain liberties he would not normally have. In reality Sirius was really innocent but the Dursleys didn't need to know this.
Harry's thoughts turned to school. His school was not a normal public school. It was a school for witches and wizards called Hogwarts. Hogwarts was truly Harry's home because it was where he felt welcome, happy, and safe. Harry smiled again, thinking of all of his friends, the occasional trip to Hogsmeade on the weekends, and finally, quidditch. This is a magical sport that takes place on broomsticks. Harry was the seeker for his house. The seeker's job is to catch the golden snitch, a walnut sized ball with wings. Harry thought about all the matches he had participated in, going over how he had caught the snitch. He then thought of his fellow seekers. First there was Malfoy for the Slytherin team, who had never caught the snitch when he was against Harry. Harry smirked to himself. He would never let Malfoy catch the snitch before him. The slimy git was always trying to find ways to get Harry and his friends in trouble so he would never allow him the satisfaction of beating Gryffindor. Next was Cho Chang for the Ravenclaw house. Harry felt himself blush a little because he had a crush on Cho last year, but he had gotten over it after the third task. The third task had changed his whole perspective on life.
Harry knew he had been lucky the first three times he had faced Voldemort. The first time he had been a baby and his parents had died. His father had tried to stall Voldemort so his wife and son could get away, and his mother had sacrificed herself so Harry would not die. Her love for Harry protected him and destroyed Voldemort's power, causing him to go into hiding. The second time he fought against the dark wizard was when he was trying to protect the Sorcerers Stone. Harry had to prevent one of his teachers who had become one of Voldemort's servants from getting to the stone. During this fight he had discovered Prof. Quirrel could not touch him without getting hurt so he held onto Quirrel's hands in order to keep him from getting the stone. This task nearly killed him and had Prof. Dumbledore not arrived in time, Harry would have died. The third time he had faced a younger Voldemort in the Chamber of Secrets. Harry had to fight a giant serpent known as a Basilisk and almost got himself killed again. If Fawkes had not been there he would have died for sure, but the phoenix had healed him with it's tears, then showed him how to destroy Tome Riddle. He should have known his luck would eventually run out. Now a boy was dead; all because of him. Cedric Diggory a smart, charming, and all around good guy, now dead and to top it all off, the girl of Harry's dreams had been in love with him.
The nightmare came back to him full force once he thought of Cedric. The staring eyes and the expression of shock that had taken the place of the smiling carefree expression haunted Harry. He closed his eyes tight trying to shut out the images, but to no avail. He still saw the body of the once great person lying on the ground forever still. Then Harry cried, because he just couldn't help it. It was so unfair that someone with so much promise in his future should die, and to make matters worse it was Harry's fault that he was dead.
"I'm so sorry Cedric," he murmured softly in between the muffled sobs, "I'm just so sorry."
His voice trails off as exhaustion overtakes him and he slumps back on his pillows the tears from his agony and sorrow still trailing down his face.
Wow this is a long first chapter. Well for me that is. Anyway was this an awful way to portray Harry you know with the crying and all. Please tell me what you think in a review. I love you guys! (smiles) Neo- Kitty ;} ^ ^ (I'm trying out new ways to make Kittys!) =(~ _ ~)=
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