this is just a note: this is going to be my story blog, i guess. see ya! oh yeah, how do you make url's links? also i am going to post some comics that i made if i can.
Friday, March 2, 2007
note
this is just a note: this is going to be my story blog, i guess. see ya! oh yeah, how do you make url's links? also i am going to post some comics that i made if i can.
Friday, February 23, 2007
info and links
the 2 stories that i posted are written by me. my email address is bluey_blu@excite.com if you want to email me. here are the links.
www.thependragonadventure.com/forum
http://www.hostingphpbb.com/forum/writersguild.html
www.neopets.com
www.clubpenguin.com
www.cisvusa.com
http://mybluepageoffun.blogspot.com/
www.com
www.stevens.edu
www.granarybooks.com
file:///Users/jharriso/Documents/Ruby's%20comic/Launcher.html
file:///Users/jharriso/Documents/a%20comic%20by%20ruby/Launcher.html
file:///Users/jharriso/Documents/rubys%20other%20comic/Launcher.html
to get to them, copy and paste the url. click on the comics to make them bigger.
this also has links to websites that i like.
http://mybluepageoffun.blogspot.com/2007/02/links.html
www.thependragonadventure.com/forum
http://www.hostingphpbb.com/forum/writersguild.html
www.neopets.com
www.clubpenguin.com
www.cisvusa.com
http://mybluepageoffun.blogspot.com/
www.com
www.stevens.edu
www.granarybooks.com
file:///Users/jharriso/Documents/Ruby's%20comic/Launcher.html
file:///Users/jharriso/Documents/a%20comic%20by%20ruby/Launcher.html
file:///Users/jharriso/Documents/rubys%20other%20comic/Launcher.html
to get to them, copy and paste the url. click on the comics to make them bigger.
this also has links to websites that i like.
http://mybluepageoffun.blogspot.com/2007/02/links.html
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (by me)
the first chapter is by the genius of nephite. the rest is my own work.
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Chapter One: The Rooftops of London
The air glowed with the grim lights hidden by the smog of London. It created a peculiar contrast to the bitter cold of the night, and made all in its presence nauseous. Not even rats seemed to be racing through the alleys on this night...except for one.
The ugly rodent scurried across the grimy stones and up a decrepit pile of trash overflowing from a once painted dumpster. As it limped about the metal of its rim, a light clinking could be heard. Perhaps it was due to the metallic presence on its limb, which glinted in the little light present. It paused intelligently, sizing up the brick wall it now faced to climb. It spotted a clearly broken edge of one of the bricks closest to it, and leapt for all it was worth. The effort proved worth it. The rat clung to it with all of its might, eventually heaving its fat figure up to the indent in the stone. Again, it surveyed the wall until he saw a similar place, and leapt to it. Now it was close enough to the metal pipe that made a sudden change from horizontal, to a rather crooked vertical angle.
It easily made its way up to the concrete ledge that framed the roof of the building he was scrambling about. The light and the pollution no longer could be felt from its current position, and the cement made an unpleasant freezing of its fleshy feet. But after trudging along, it was clear that he would be fine.
Within the blink of an eye, the rat was no longer a rat. Now it was a short, balding man robed in the dirtiest of sorts, reaching into his pockets with a silver hand. With it he retrieved a rather crooked and unpleasant wand, and whispered shrilly, “Lumos!”
Upon speaking the word, a ghostly orb of light illuminated the dark rooftop of the old building. He walked cautiously to the center, willing his fidgety eyes to adjust to the background more properly. As he scoured the darkness for the object of his mission, an eerie wind blew noiselessly over his ugly body.
He was sure he heard some whispering voice in it. It was to late.
“Gahhh!” he cried as the blast of blue light made impact with him from behind, sending him spinning through the air. He scrambled to his feet, more alert than ever.
“Richard?” he called out nervously, his shivering wand at the ready. “Sh-show yourself!”
“I already have.” Pettigrew nearly leapt from his skin at the feeling of hot breath on his neck. Richard was there, standing behind him.
Pettigrew gripped the whatever of the little nerve he had, and backed away, still catching his breath. “You scared me, mate. I have to admit, you have got talent.” he spat nervously.
“Shut up you scum. Traitors should not even be in my presence, let alone speak to me. Tell me though, why did he send you?”
“Well, you should know I am the Dark Lord’s right hand man.” Pettigrew squeaked, puffing out his miserable little chest.
Richard shook his shady head, the bowling hat casting a frightening shadow across his face. “You fools. It is a wonder why you cant see the truth, how he is just using you for his own despicable purposes.”
“I believe we should be getting on with business, as we agreed.” Said Pettigrew through clenched teeth.
“Very well. I do have the horcrux. Now you tell me your piece of information.”
A wicked smile curled on the lips of the short, evil man. “That won’t be necessary. LUMOS!” The white light on the tip of his wand burst into a flurry of immense sunshine, casting light upon all surrounding areas. It revealed many dark hooded figures with wands drawing nearer.
“The Dark Lord will keep no bargain with you, Richard Bonely!”
Seeing his predicament was grim, Richard did the only thing he could do.
He disapparated.
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Chapter Two: Number Four Privet Drive
Halfway across Britain, a boy named Harry Potter awoke with a start. He looked around, and after seeing the purple walls and beds everywhere, he remembered that he was on the Knight Bus. Stan Shunpike, the young conductor of the bus, was standing next to Harry. “Your stop’s next, ‘Arry,” he exclaimed. “Privet Drive, eh?” Harry opened his eyes, his right hand searching the table next to him for his glasses. He had woken up because of his scar. “It was probably my dream that made it throb like that, but why?” he thought. The dream he had been having was about a strange rat that was missing a hand. As soon as Harry saw the glowing, evil, green eyes of the bony rat with it’s thin coat of fur, grinning maliciously, he woke up.
“That’s strange,” Harry said to himself. Apparently, Stan, who had been gazing off into space, daydreaming, heard him so he asked, “What?” “Nothing,” Harry replied. “Is my stop coming up?” “Yup! ‘Ere it is! I ‘ope you can come again, ‘Arry,” Stan said, and strangely, just as Harry turned away, Stan’s face was becoming deformed and his hair was falling off.
Harry stepped off the bus into the cool night air and stared hopelessly at the house in which he grew up. He heard the loud BANG of the Knight Bus driving away just as he heard his Uncle Vernon in the house. “I wonder what he will say when I ask to live with him until I turn 17. That was Dumbledore’s orders. At least it is only a week away! Still, I already can’t wait to leave,” Harry thought. He heard his Aunt Petunia’s shrill voice. He walked up to the door of Number Four Privet Drive and knocked.
“Who is it?” Vernon asked, almost shouting as if frightened. “It’s me... Harry Potter.” Vernon slowly opened the ugly brown door of the house. His beady eyes darted over Harry, taking him in. “Go away!” he yelled. “We’ve had enough of your fool magic!” “But-but,” Harry stuttered. He peeked into the house and saw the familiar living room and realized that he missed Privet Drive. As if Uncle Vernon could read his mind, his face softened. “Well, I guess you could come in,” Harry hovered at the doorway uncertainly. “Well, come in boy!” Harry grinned and walked into the house pulling his trunk and owl cage with his snowy owl, Hedwig, behind him.
Harry looked around, trying to identify any changes in the house. The fireplace was still boarded up, but on the mantelpiece, there were no pictures. The red sofa stood out agenst the flowery wallpaper. The room was as plain and perfect as it had always been. It was nearly the same as Harry had last seen it, which was right before he left to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for his 6th year. A lot had happened over that long period of time. Harry had seen things he would never forget. He watched in front of the spiral staircase leading to Dumbledore’s office under his invisibility cloak as Severus Snape murdered the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, in cold blood. Harry himself had earlier forced Dumbledore to weaken himself in a dark cave near the town of Little Hangleton, under Dumbledore’s orders of course. As Dumbledore died, Harry decided that without him, there was no point in returning to Hogwarts for his 7th and final year.
Harry had other plans. He lay in the small, white bed in his old room, thinking. He thought of the loose floorboards and wondered if they were still there. Then he remembered what he was planning on doing when he left the Dursleys. He was going to his best friend, Ron Weasly’s, house. Harry was going to see Ron’s brother, Bill, get married to Fleur Delacour. Then, he would go to Godric’s Hollow to see his parents’ graves. That was, after all, where Voldemort murdered them. Voldemort. He was the one that killed Lily and James Potter, Harry’s parents. Harry wanted revenge. As Harry thought about Voldemort, a new idea popped into his head. The next item on Harry’s to-do list was to kill Voldemort. And the only way to do that was to destroy all of Voldemort’s Horcruxes.
Chapter Three: Family and Friends
The next few days with the Dursleys went a little better then Harry expected. The first night there, Harry actually ate at the table in the big, fancy dining room, along with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Dudley Dursley’s fat bottom strangely wasn’t inhabiting a seat at the table. Harry suspected he was with some of his mean friends for dinner, but as soon as dinner started, all thoughts of anything other than amazement fled Harry’s mind. He was witnessing a dinner he had at Hogwarts... at the Dursley’s house! Piled in front of him was sausages, lamb chops, potatoes, gravy, ketchup, vegetables, and Yorkshire pudding! Harry was in awe, but started eating right away. Suddenly, Petunia burst into tears and ran upstairs, into her room. In reflex, Harry stopped eating. He could sense something important was about to be said.
Vernon slowly walked up to Harry. “What happened?” was all Harry could ask. “Harry... a few weeks ago... Dudley disappeared. He came home badly wounded and we don’t know if he’ll live,” Vernon answered, his voice cracking. “That explains why there isn’t any pictures. They probably don’t want to remember Dudley’s accident,” Harry thought. An awkward thing happened next. Vernon leaned over and hugged his nephew. “Harry, I am so sorry for how I treated you when you were younger. Petunia is sorry, too. I hope you will forgive us.” Just as Vernon said that, Harry felt something deep down inside his heart. Maybe, behind the cruel, rough outside of the Dursleys, there was a shine of kindness and love.
The days Harry spent with the Dursleys went by in a breeze. They had all gotten along well, as long as Harry didn’t mention Dudley. Every day, Vernon and Petunia went to the hospital to visit him and Harry got to stay home. He took this time to himself for granted. Normally he would go to see Ms. Figg, the old Squib next door to the Dursley’s house. Her house still smelled like mothballs, cabbage, and cats, but Harry got used to it. There were pictures of cats everywhere. Harry couldn’t bear to open the refrigerator in fear of being attacked by stale or moldy food. If Ms. Figg wasn’t home, Harry would sit at the desk in his room, writing letters to his best friends; Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasly. Hermione was going to be at Bill’s wedding, too, and Harry couldn’t wait to see her. Basically, the Dursleys and Harry now acted like one family.
Soon Harry had to part with the Dursleys. He left without a word, yet as he passed through the door he felt a tiny flicker of sadness pass through his body. He had been having a better time than usual with his Aunt and Uncle. Still, Harry could not wait to see his friends again. Then a thought entered his head. “I shouldn’t be thinking about myself when Voldemort is murdering so many innocent people and the Ministry of Magic is jailing so many more!” Harry tried to push the negative thoughts out of his head, but they wouldn’t budge.
On the lower part of the Knight Bus, Harry sat on one of the chairs, fingering the piece of paper he had found with the fake Horcrux. He read it one more time. Harry needed to find out who R.A.B was. He had thought of Regulas Black, but he dismissed the thought quickly, as he couldn’t bear to think about Sirius and his family on the dark side. Then he remembered the dream he had. Someone named Richard Bonely was involved in it, but did his whole name match the initials on the paper? He could be R.A.B! Immediately, Harry couldn’t wait to tell Ron and Hermione, and fell asleep with that pleasing thought in his head. He fell asleep so quickly that he didn’t notice Stan staring at him wickedly.
“Wormtail, you have failed me,” a raspy, cold voice coming from an armchair said to a short, dirty man. They were in a dark graveyard. It looked as though it wasn’t used anymore. The words Tom Riddle could be seen on the nearest gravestone. “You didn’t get the Horcrux! For that you shall be punished, but you have served me well before. Your life will be spared this time, but the next time you fail me, you will no longer have a life. Crucio!” Wormtail fell on the ground, writhing around as if electricity was passing through him.
Harry woke up to see the light of day. He was on the floor of the Knight Bus. Other passengers were staring at him. “Erm... Sorry. I’ll just be going now,” Harry said, apologetically to no one in particular. “ ‘Arry, you looked like you were ‘aving a fit! Well, it’s your stop anyways,” Stan mumbled to Harry, nearly pushing him off the bus.
Harry stepped out into the hot summer air in front of the Burrow. It was tilting to one side, held up by magic. No muggle would ever dare enter the house, as it looked and sounded very frightening, unless, of course, you knew whose house it was. Harry heard a rustling, and thinking it was one of the Weasly’s chickens, turned around to see it, but nothing was there. Suddenly out of nowhere, Harry had the wind knocked out of him. His mind was everywhere. He saw a blur of purple and orange, and then the purple was gone with a BANG! He was on the ground, groping around for his glasses, which had fallen off him. He was being thumped on the back, hard. “Dudley” was his first thought, but then he remembered where he was. “Bloody heck, Harry! Nice to see you!” the orange blur said. Then, nothing was blurry anymore. “Cut it out Ron. It’s nice to see you, too,” he said to the blur. Ron Weasly was standing in front of Harry, beaming. His face lit up in the sunlight. “Come on! Everyone’s waiting for you inside!”
“Harry, would you mind sleeping with Ron? Bill’s sleeping with Fred and George in their room; Ginny, Hermione, and Fleur are sleeping in Ginny’s room; Arthur and I are sleeping in our room... there is really nowhere else for you to go! Sorry, dear,” Mrs. Weasly said to Harry after he was done being greeting by everyone. “Erm... yeah. Here, let me bring my trunk and Hedwig’s cage upstairs,” Harry replied. “Oh! No, dear, I’ve got it,” Mrs. Weasly said with a *u** of her wand. The trunk hovered in midair, and a second later it was flying up the stairs. “Don’t you think you should let Hedwig out to stretch her wings? I mean she has been cooped up in her cage for a long time, hasn’t she?” Hermione questioned as she walked up to him. She was wearing a sky blue short-sleeved shirt, chocolate brown pants, and boots. Her hair was light brown and curly, like normal. “Yeah. Hey listen to this,” Harry said in a low voice, motioning for Ron to join them. “I think I know who R.A.B is. I saw him in a dream! His name was Richard Bonely, but I don’t know his middle name.” “Harry! You aren’t supposed to have those dreams anymore!” Hermione gasped. “Oh, give Harry a break. I don’t see why we have to be so serious. This is a time for celebration! And anyways, there is a wedding tomorrow! It’s going to be outside,” Ron said as he walked away into the brightly lit kitchen of the Burrow.
Harry lay in bed. It was very late. Ron was snoring loudly next to him. Harry thought about what Ron had said. “He is right. This should be a time for celebration! We shouldn’t be so serious. Maybe if Bill wasn’t getting married tomorrow...” Harry thought as he drifted off to sleep.
“I need that Horcrux! Wormtail! Get over here!” the cold, harsh, and raspy voice said to a small, balding man who was hunched over. The man scurried over to the owner of the voice; Lord Voldemort. “I need to find Harry Potter before he gets finds out…” the voice died down into a fit of coughing. “B-but, my lord, that i-is nearly i-impossible...” Wormtail fumbled with the words. “Do what I tell you!” Voldemort roared. “Y-es my lord,” Wormtail squeaked, scurrying away into the shadows.
Everyone was out in the Weasly’s yard, sitting on folding chairs, surrounded my Bill’s, Fleur’s, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasly’s friends. Fluer was in a gorgeous white dress and Bill was in black dress robes. Harry and everyone else was in dress robes or some other type of fancy clothes. Ron, unfortunately, had to wear his ugly, red, hand-me-down dress robes that he had long outgrown. He was sitting in the back, sulking. Harry, however, was cheerful, ignoring the thought in the back of his head about Voldemort and Wormtail. He had had three dreams about them, and he was getting worried.
Harry summoned all of his memories about Voldemort. He knew that Voldemort wanted to protect his Horcruxs, but why would he want them with him and not in the dangerous places he had ever so carefully protected?
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Chapter One: The Rooftops of London
The air glowed with the grim lights hidden by the smog of London. It created a peculiar contrast to the bitter cold of the night, and made all in its presence nauseous. Not even rats seemed to be racing through the alleys on this night...except for one.
The ugly rodent scurried across the grimy stones and up a decrepit pile of trash overflowing from a once painted dumpster. As it limped about the metal of its rim, a light clinking could be heard. Perhaps it was due to the metallic presence on its limb, which glinted in the little light present. It paused intelligently, sizing up the brick wall it now faced to climb. It spotted a clearly broken edge of one of the bricks closest to it, and leapt for all it was worth. The effort proved worth it. The rat clung to it with all of its might, eventually heaving its fat figure up to the indent in the stone. Again, it surveyed the wall until he saw a similar place, and leapt to it. Now it was close enough to the metal pipe that made a sudden change from horizontal, to a rather crooked vertical angle.
It easily made its way up to the concrete ledge that framed the roof of the building he was scrambling about. The light and the pollution no longer could be felt from its current position, and the cement made an unpleasant freezing of its fleshy feet. But after trudging along, it was clear that he would be fine.
Within the blink of an eye, the rat was no longer a rat. Now it was a short, balding man robed in the dirtiest of sorts, reaching into his pockets with a silver hand. With it he retrieved a rather crooked and unpleasant wand, and whispered shrilly, “Lumos!”
Upon speaking the word, a ghostly orb of light illuminated the dark rooftop of the old building. He walked cautiously to the center, willing his fidgety eyes to adjust to the background more properly. As he scoured the darkness for the object of his mission, an eerie wind blew noiselessly over his ugly body.
He was sure he heard some whispering voice in it. It was to late.
“Gahhh!” he cried as the blast of blue light made impact with him from behind, sending him spinning through the air. He scrambled to his feet, more alert than ever.
“Richard?” he called out nervously, his shivering wand at the ready. “Sh-show yourself!”
“I already have.” Pettigrew nearly leapt from his skin at the feeling of hot breath on his neck. Richard was there, standing behind him.
Pettigrew gripped the whatever of the little nerve he had, and backed away, still catching his breath. “You scared me, mate. I have to admit, you have got talent.” he spat nervously.
“Shut up you scum. Traitors should not even be in my presence, let alone speak to me. Tell me though, why did he send you?”
“Well, you should know I am the Dark Lord’s right hand man.” Pettigrew squeaked, puffing out his miserable little chest.
Richard shook his shady head, the bowling hat casting a frightening shadow across his face. “You fools. It is a wonder why you cant see the truth, how he is just using you for his own despicable purposes.”
“I believe we should be getting on with business, as we agreed.” Said Pettigrew through clenched teeth.
“Very well. I do have the horcrux. Now you tell me your piece of information.”
A wicked smile curled on the lips of the short, evil man. “That won’t be necessary. LUMOS!” The white light on the tip of his wand burst into a flurry of immense sunshine, casting light upon all surrounding areas. It revealed many dark hooded figures with wands drawing nearer.
“The Dark Lord will keep no bargain with you, Richard Bonely!”
Seeing his predicament was grim, Richard did the only thing he could do.
He disapparated.
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Chapter Two: Number Four Privet Drive
Halfway across Britain, a boy named Harry Potter awoke with a start. He looked around, and after seeing the purple walls and beds everywhere, he remembered that he was on the Knight Bus. Stan Shunpike, the young conductor of the bus, was standing next to Harry. “Your stop’s next, ‘Arry,” he exclaimed. “Privet Drive, eh?” Harry opened his eyes, his right hand searching the table next to him for his glasses. He had woken up because of his scar. “It was probably my dream that made it throb like that, but why?” he thought. The dream he had been having was about a strange rat that was missing a hand. As soon as Harry saw the glowing, evil, green eyes of the bony rat with it’s thin coat of fur, grinning maliciously, he woke up.
“That’s strange,” Harry said to himself. Apparently, Stan, who had been gazing off into space, daydreaming, heard him so he asked, “What?” “Nothing,” Harry replied. “Is my stop coming up?” “Yup! ‘Ere it is! I ‘ope you can come again, ‘Arry,” Stan said, and strangely, just as Harry turned away, Stan’s face was becoming deformed and his hair was falling off.
Harry stepped off the bus into the cool night air and stared hopelessly at the house in which he grew up. He heard the loud BANG of the Knight Bus driving away just as he heard his Uncle Vernon in the house. “I wonder what he will say when I ask to live with him until I turn 17. That was Dumbledore’s orders. At least it is only a week away! Still, I already can’t wait to leave,” Harry thought. He heard his Aunt Petunia’s shrill voice. He walked up to the door of Number Four Privet Drive and knocked.
“Who is it?” Vernon asked, almost shouting as if frightened. “It’s me... Harry Potter.” Vernon slowly opened the ugly brown door of the house. His beady eyes darted over Harry, taking him in. “Go away!” he yelled. “We’ve had enough of your fool magic!” “But-but,” Harry stuttered. He peeked into the house and saw the familiar living room and realized that he missed Privet Drive. As if Uncle Vernon could read his mind, his face softened. “Well, I guess you could come in,” Harry hovered at the doorway uncertainly. “Well, come in boy!” Harry grinned and walked into the house pulling his trunk and owl cage with his snowy owl, Hedwig, behind him.
Harry looked around, trying to identify any changes in the house. The fireplace was still boarded up, but on the mantelpiece, there were no pictures. The red sofa stood out agenst the flowery wallpaper. The room was as plain and perfect as it had always been. It was nearly the same as Harry had last seen it, which was right before he left to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for his 6th year. A lot had happened over that long period of time. Harry had seen things he would never forget. He watched in front of the spiral staircase leading to Dumbledore’s office under his invisibility cloak as Severus Snape murdered the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, in cold blood. Harry himself had earlier forced Dumbledore to weaken himself in a dark cave near the town of Little Hangleton, under Dumbledore’s orders of course. As Dumbledore died, Harry decided that without him, there was no point in returning to Hogwarts for his 7th and final year.
Harry had other plans. He lay in the small, white bed in his old room, thinking. He thought of the loose floorboards and wondered if they were still there. Then he remembered what he was planning on doing when he left the Dursleys. He was going to his best friend, Ron Weasly’s, house. Harry was going to see Ron’s brother, Bill, get married to Fleur Delacour. Then, he would go to Godric’s Hollow to see his parents’ graves. That was, after all, where Voldemort murdered them. Voldemort. He was the one that killed Lily and James Potter, Harry’s parents. Harry wanted revenge. As Harry thought about Voldemort, a new idea popped into his head. The next item on Harry’s to-do list was to kill Voldemort. And the only way to do that was to destroy all of Voldemort’s Horcruxes.
Chapter Three: Family and Friends
The next few days with the Dursleys went a little better then Harry expected. The first night there, Harry actually ate at the table in the big, fancy dining room, along with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Dudley Dursley’s fat bottom strangely wasn’t inhabiting a seat at the table. Harry suspected he was with some of his mean friends for dinner, but as soon as dinner started, all thoughts of anything other than amazement fled Harry’s mind. He was witnessing a dinner he had at Hogwarts... at the Dursley’s house! Piled in front of him was sausages, lamb chops, potatoes, gravy, ketchup, vegetables, and Yorkshire pudding! Harry was in awe, but started eating right away. Suddenly, Petunia burst into tears and ran upstairs, into her room. In reflex, Harry stopped eating. He could sense something important was about to be said.
Vernon slowly walked up to Harry. “What happened?” was all Harry could ask. “Harry... a few weeks ago... Dudley disappeared. He came home badly wounded and we don’t know if he’ll live,” Vernon answered, his voice cracking. “That explains why there isn’t any pictures. They probably don’t want to remember Dudley’s accident,” Harry thought. An awkward thing happened next. Vernon leaned over and hugged his nephew. “Harry, I am so sorry for how I treated you when you were younger. Petunia is sorry, too. I hope you will forgive us.” Just as Vernon said that, Harry felt something deep down inside his heart. Maybe, behind the cruel, rough outside of the Dursleys, there was a shine of kindness and love.
The days Harry spent with the Dursleys went by in a breeze. They had all gotten along well, as long as Harry didn’t mention Dudley. Every day, Vernon and Petunia went to the hospital to visit him and Harry got to stay home. He took this time to himself for granted. Normally he would go to see Ms. Figg, the old Squib next door to the Dursley’s house. Her house still smelled like mothballs, cabbage, and cats, but Harry got used to it. There were pictures of cats everywhere. Harry couldn’t bear to open the refrigerator in fear of being attacked by stale or moldy food. If Ms. Figg wasn’t home, Harry would sit at the desk in his room, writing letters to his best friends; Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasly. Hermione was going to be at Bill’s wedding, too, and Harry couldn’t wait to see her. Basically, the Dursleys and Harry now acted like one family.
Soon Harry had to part with the Dursleys. He left without a word, yet as he passed through the door he felt a tiny flicker of sadness pass through his body. He had been having a better time than usual with his Aunt and Uncle. Still, Harry could not wait to see his friends again. Then a thought entered his head. “I shouldn’t be thinking about myself when Voldemort is murdering so many innocent people and the Ministry of Magic is jailing so many more!” Harry tried to push the negative thoughts out of his head, but they wouldn’t budge.
On the lower part of the Knight Bus, Harry sat on one of the chairs, fingering the piece of paper he had found with the fake Horcrux. He read it one more time. Harry needed to find out who R.A.B was. He had thought of Regulas Black, but he dismissed the thought quickly, as he couldn’t bear to think about Sirius and his family on the dark side. Then he remembered the dream he had. Someone named Richard Bonely was involved in it, but did his whole name match the initials on the paper? He could be R.A.B! Immediately, Harry couldn’t wait to tell Ron and Hermione, and fell asleep with that pleasing thought in his head. He fell asleep so quickly that he didn’t notice Stan staring at him wickedly.
“Wormtail, you have failed me,” a raspy, cold voice coming from an armchair said to a short, dirty man. They were in a dark graveyard. It looked as though it wasn’t used anymore. The words Tom Riddle could be seen on the nearest gravestone. “You didn’t get the Horcrux! For that you shall be punished, but you have served me well before. Your life will be spared this time, but the next time you fail me, you will no longer have a life. Crucio!” Wormtail fell on the ground, writhing around as if electricity was passing through him.
Harry woke up to see the light of day. He was on the floor of the Knight Bus. Other passengers were staring at him. “Erm... Sorry. I’ll just be going now,” Harry said, apologetically to no one in particular. “ ‘Arry, you looked like you were ‘aving a fit! Well, it’s your stop anyways,” Stan mumbled to Harry, nearly pushing him off the bus.
Harry stepped out into the hot summer air in front of the Burrow. It was tilting to one side, held up by magic. No muggle would ever dare enter the house, as it looked and sounded very frightening, unless, of course, you knew whose house it was. Harry heard a rustling, and thinking it was one of the Weasly’s chickens, turned around to see it, but nothing was there. Suddenly out of nowhere, Harry had the wind knocked out of him. His mind was everywhere. He saw a blur of purple and orange, and then the purple was gone with a BANG! He was on the ground, groping around for his glasses, which had fallen off him. He was being thumped on the back, hard. “Dudley” was his first thought, but then he remembered where he was. “Bloody heck, Harry! Nice to see you!” the orange blur said. Then, nothing was blurry anymore. “Cut it out Ron. It’s nice to see you, too,” he said to the blur. Ron Weasly was standing in front of Harry, beaming. His face lit up in the sunlight. “Come on! Everyone’s waiting for you inside!”
“Harry, would you mind sleeping with Ron? Bill’s sleeping with Fred and George in their room; Ginny, Hermione, and Fleur are sleeping in Ginny’s room; Arthur and I are sleeping in our room... there is really nowhere else for you to go! Sorry, dear,” Mrs. Weasly said to Harry after he was done being greeting by everyone. “Erm... yeah. Here, let me bring my trunk and Hedwig’s cage upstairs,” Harry replied. “Oh! No, dear, I’ve got it,” Mrs. Weasly said with a *u** of her wand. The trunk hovered in midair, and a second later it was flying up the stairs. “Don’t you think you should let Hedwig out to stretch her wings? I mean she has been cooped up in her cage for a long time, hasn’t she?” Hermione questioned as she walked up to him. She was wearing a sky blue short-sleeved shirt, chocolate brown pants, and boots. Her hair was light brown and curly, like normal. “Yeah. Hey listen to this,” Harry said in a low voice, motioning for Ron to join them. “I think I know who R.A.B is. I saw him in a dream! His name was Richard Bonely, but I don’t know his middle name.” “Harry! You aren’t supposed to have those dreams anymore!” Hermione gasped. “Oh, give Harry a break. I don’t see why we have to be so serious. This is a time for celebration! And anyways, there is a wedding tomorrow! It’s going to be outside,” Ron said as he walked away into the brightly lit kitchen of the Burrow.
Harry lay in bed. It was very late. Ron was snoring loudly next to him. Harry thought about what Ron had said. “He is right. This should be a time for celebration! We shouldn’t be so serious. Maybe if Bill wasn’t getting married tomorrow...” Harry thought as he drifted off to sleep.
“I need that Horcrux! Wormtail! Get over here!” the cold, harsh, and raspy voice said to a small, balding man who was hunched over. The man scurried over to the owner of the voice; Lord Voldemort. “I need to find Harry Potter before he gets finds out…” the voice died down into a fit of coughing. “B-but, my lord, that i-is nearly i-impossible...” Wormtail fumbled with the words. “Do what I tell you!” Voldemort roared. “Y-es my lord,” Wormtail squeaked, scurrying away into the shadows.
Everyone was out in the Weasly’s yard, sitting on folding chairs, surrounded my Bill’s, Fleur’s, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasly’s friends. Fluer was in a gorgeous white dress and Bill was in black dress robes. Harry and everyone else was in dress robes or some other type of fancy clothes. Ron, unfortunately, had to wear his ugly, red, hand-me-down dress robes that he had long outgrown. He was sitting in the back, sulking. Harry, however, was cheerful, ignoring the thought in the back of his head about Voldemort and Wormtail. He had had three dreams about them, and he was getting worried.
Harry summoned all of his memories about Voldemort. He knew that Voldemort wanted to protect his Horcruxs, but why would he want them with him and not in the dangerous places he had ever so carefully protected?
The Devil
All I do every day is read, read, read. Not that that part is boring, it's just that the things I read are so boring. Let me explain to you my job.
My office is kind of small, with a brown desk, a lamp, and a few chairs in front of it and one behind it, for me. Nearly the whole room is filled with filing cabinets, all filled with papers because that is basically my job; to read. the cabinets are all the same dull color; gray. My office is, in my opinion, the worst one in the world. If only I could re-decorate it... sorry, off subject.
Anyways, one day when I was making my way through a huge binder full of boring papers, a woman came in.
I allocated my papers quickly to the side, just to look at her pretty face. She was wearing all white; a white gown, a white hat, white shoes. I just got a small glance at her. Then, as quickly as she came, she disappeared.
Suddenly, a sharp wind blew into my office, scattering copious amounts of papers. I scrambled around, trying to rescue the papers from the open window and from drifting outside my office.
I heard footsteps. It was my boss, and you know how most bosses are; they like spit-shined shoes. If I didn't get my office cleaned up before he came to inspect it, I was fired.
My tongue desiccated from fear. I reached up onto my desk for a water bottle, but it tipped over. “Why don’t I ever put the cap back on when I finish drinking?" I lectured myself, water pouring off the table.
I just about gave up cleaning my room when the angel came in and with a snap of her fingers, the papers were neatly placed in the binder, the water was cleaned up and I was sitting upright on my comfortable armchair behind my desk. I looked around my office with glee, wanting to thank the angel, but all I saw was the hulking figure of my boss.
"Ms. Robinson from the office next door said she heard loud noises coming from your room," my boss boomed.
"I'm so, so sorry," I said with every intention of atonement. "I had a few problems."
"Well, don’t let it happen again!" my boss boomed even louder than last time as he walked away. He could barely fit through the doorway. I couldn’t help giggling.
"BE QUIET!" my boss roared. I didn't risk getting him even madder, as I could tell I wasn’t going to get a very good office grade this inspection. Yup, I’m 50 years old and still getting a report card.
From that day on, I had learned my lesson about being loud and messy. No way was I getting a 62 on my report card again. That was barely passing! From then on, I was docile about anything and everything. If my boss said to make him a coffee, all I would say was "Yes sir!"
When he trained me to go to a higher rank, I worked extra hard. It was easy, though. I got 2 ranks higher after that, but boy was that the worst career choice of my life.
My office was moved to one closer to the boss's. That only meant one thing: less time to get ready for inspections... especially surprise ones. Also, I got an office-mate. His name was Bob. As soon as I saw him, I thought, "Man, this is going to be the most affable person I will ever meet."
Boy was I wrong. Bob was more evil than the boss. Bob made me do all his work, while he just sat back and drank decaf coffee.
We always got super low grades because our office was so littered with papers that I didn’t have time to throw away, I had so much work piled in front of me.
I got really dehydrated and starved because I always worked overtime and didn’t have time to eat and drink. I lacked vigorous amounts of sleep. I didn’t know what to do. That’s when the angel found me.
It turns out, the angel was just setting me up by being nice to me. She was really a devil. Here is how I found out about her depravity. I'll start where I left off.
The angel came one night while I was in my bedroom, studying and working. She said, "Come with me. I will show you a place you will never forget."
Boy was she right. I will never forget that place. She took me into a room that was so dirty that a pig wouldn’t want to live in it! Cobwebs layered the walls. Grime dripped from the ceiling. The room made me feel so averse that I thought I might have thrown up! The angel tied me onto a metal chair. I was too amazed by the room that I didn’t stop her. She hooked my head up to what looked like a candy machine. I really had no idea what she was doing. Then she inserted a needle into my arm, and I blacked out.
I woke up to see Bob and the angel (or devil, should I say). I was still in the room and still in the metal chair that the devil put me in. I knew I was going to die. "Why did I do all that work for Bob? Now that I am going to die, my efforts were barren!" I thought.
Bob walked up to me. "The devil and I have been talking. We will release you under one condition," He said.
"What's that?"
"You have to do our bidding," was the answer.
That was not what I expected. "What would the consequences of disobeying you be?" I ventured.
"Death."
I was getting worried. If I didn’t do Bob and the devil's bidding, I would die. If I didn’t accept their offer, I would probably still die, but I didn’t know what the candy machine would do. Either way, I would get hurt.
I looked around. Bob had such a huge grin on that I could see his yellow teeth. The devil was staring at me through blank eyes. Then a thought struck me.
What if Bob was controlling the devil, so she was as mean as him and she was just basically his slave? Would that happen to me? I ventured with my questioning a little farther. "Why would you want a 50 year old to do you bidding? I can barely fend for myself!"
"Woho! Woho!" Bob laughed. "Let me tell you. I think that you would be able to get things that younger people such as myself wouldn't have access to."
"And what makes you say that?" I stalled. I looked around, trying to find something that was in reach that I could do to help the devil. Remember, I was still tied up. I spotted a package of excelsior that was less than a foot away from the metal chair I was in. "I could use that," I thought. Now, to distract Bob.
I had an idea. I yelled out while flailing my arms around. "Ahhh! Help! I cant see!"
Bob stared at me strangely,and then, after realizing that his prisoner was about to 'die', ran out of the room to get something that would help me get 'better'.
The devil cut the ropes that tied me up off. She knew what I was doing and she knew that we had to act quickly.
I grabbed the excelsior off of the ground and hid behind the door, waiting for Bob to come back. As I waited, I grew a little impatient. I tried to find something to read, and settled on examining the package I was carrying. The brand of the excelsior was called Russel. I remembered reading in work about apancake company called Russel Pancakes. "What a derivative name," I thought, refering to the excelsior company's name.
Suddenly, I heard a low moaning coming from elsewhere in the room. I turned my head slightly to see what the moaning was coming from and saw the devil on the ground. She saw me staring and winked. Then,
I saw the flash of Bob's jacket pass through the doorway and returned to my hiding place, getting ready for action.
Bob rushed up to the door, carrying a first aid kit. I wondered if there was really first aid tools in it, or if there was poison or something to kill me faster. I dismissed the thought, posing in such a way that it would be easy for me to run out of the room.
I opened the package that I was carrying and held it out in front of me. Suddenly, Bob stopped. I froze; worried that he would see me.
I heard a crackling and then a voice saying, "Come in, come in. This is Mr. Reyundal."
"I'm here," Bob answered. "The prisoner is nowhere to be seen. My slave in on the ground, moaning."
I smiled, and then out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bob start to walk out if the room. I got worried that our plan wouldn’t work.
Then he started back into the room. Just as he walked past the doorway, I threw the excelsior at him.
"Ahh-" he attempted to yell, but the devil moved quickly. She tackled him, gagged him, and tied him up into the chair that I was in when they held me as prisoner.
"Now that the devil is being so nice to me, I might as well call her an angel again," I thought, happily.
Then the angel did something that I wasn’t counting on. She turned on the candy machine.
I jumped out to stop her. I hit her with so much accidental force that she fell onto the cold, hard floor.
I wondered if she was dead, and when I saw the blood dripping onto the floor, horrible pictures entered my head. Pictures of jail cells or wanted posters for me.
I nearly started crying, but a grunt from the angel brought me back to my senses.
The first aid kit that Bob had was on the ground. I picked it up and was surprised when I found gauze and tape in it. I bandaged up the angel and hurried out the door with her unconscious body in my arms.
Bob was still in the chair. As I left, I failed to hear the evil laughter coming out of Bob's mouth.
My office is kind of small, with a brown desk, a lamp, and a few chairs in front of it and one behind it, for me. Nearly the whole room is filled with filing cabinets, all filled with papers because that is basically my job; to read. the cabinets are all the same dull color; gray. My office is, in my opinion, the worst one in the world. If only I could re-decorate it... sorry, off subject.
Anyways, one day when I was making my way through a huge binder full of boring papers, a woman came in.
I allocated my papers quickly to the side, just to look at her pretty face. She was wearing all white; a white gown, a white hat, white shoes. I just got a small glance at her. Then, as quickly as she came, she disappeared.
Suddenly, a sharp wind blew into my office, scattering copious amounts of papers. I scrambled around, trying to rescue the papers from the open window and from drifting outside my office.
I heard footsteps. It was my boss, and you know how most bosses are; they like spit-shined shoes. If I didn't get my office cleaned up before he came to inspect it, I was fired.
My tongue desiccated from fear. I reached up onto my desk for a water bottle, but it tipped over. “Why don’t I ever put the cap back on when I finish drinking?" I lectured myself, water pouring off the table.
I just about gave up cleaning my room when the angel came in and with a snap of her fingers, the papers were neatly placed in the binder, the water was cleaned up and I was sitting upright on my comfortable armchair behind my desk. I looked around my office with glee, wanting to thank the angel, but all I saw was the hulking figure of my boss.
"Ms. Robinson from the office next door said she heard loud noises coming from your room," my boss boomed.
"I'm so, so sorry," I said with every intention of atonement. "I had a few problems."
"Well, don’t let it happen again!" my boss boomed even louder than last time as he walked away. He could barely fit through the doorway. I couldn’t help giggling.
"BE QUIET!" my boss roared. I didn't risk getting him even madder, as I could tell I wasn’t going to get a very good office grade this inspection. Yup, I’m 50 years old and still getting a report card.
From that day on, I had learned my lesson about being loud and messy. No way was I getting a 62 on my report card again. That was barely passing! From then on, I was docile about anything and everything. If my boss said to make him a coffee, all I would say was "Yes sir!"
When he trained me to go to a higher rank, I worked extra hard. It was easy, though. I got 2 ranks higher after that, but boy was that the worst career choice of my life.
My office was moved to one closer to the boss's. That only meant one thing: less time to get ready for inspections... especially surprise ones. Also, I got an office-mate. His name was Bob. As soon as I saw him, I thought, "Man, this is going to be the most affable person I will ever meet."
Boy was I wrong. Bob was more evil than the boss. Bob made me do all his work, while he just sat back and drank decaf coffee.
We always got super low grades because our office was so littered with papers that I didn’t have time to throw away, I had so much work piled in front of me.
I got really dehydrated and starved because I always worked overtime and didn’t have time to eat and drink. I lacked vigorous amounts of sleep. I didn’t know what to do. That’s when the angel found me.
It turns out, the angel was just setting me up by being nice to me. She was really a devil. Here is how I found out about her depravity. I'll start where I left off.
The angel came one night while I was in my bedroom, studying and working. She said, "Come with me. I will show you a place you will never forget."
Boy was she right. I will never forget that place. She took me into a room that was so dirty that a pig wouldn’t want to live in it! Cobwebs layered the walls. Grime dripped from the ceiling. The room made me feel so averse that I thought I might have thrown up! The angel tied me onto a metal chair. I was too amazed by the room that I didn’t stop her. She hooked my head up to what looked like a candy machine. I really had no idea what she was doing. Then she inserted a needle into my arm, and I blacked out.
I woke up to see Bob and the angel (or devil, should I say). I was still in the room and still in the metal chair that the devil put me in. I knew I was going to die. "Why did I do all that work for Bob? Now that I am going to die, my efforts were barren!" I thought.
Bob walked up to me. "The devil and I have been talking. We will release you under one condition," He said.
"What's that?"
"You have to do our bidding," was the answer.
That was not what I expected. "What would the consequences of disobeying you be?" I ventured.
"Death."
I was getting worried. If I didn’t do Bob and the devil's bidding, I would die. If I didn’t accept their offer, I would probably still die, but I didn’t know what the candy machine would do. Either way, I would get hurt.
I looked around. Bob had such a huge grin on that I could see his yellow teeth. The devil was staring at me through blank eyes. Then a thought struck me.
What if Bob was controlling the devil, so she was as mean as him and she was just basically his slave? Would that happen to me? I ventured with my questioning a little farther. "Why would you want a 50 year old to do you bidding? I can barely fend for myself!"
"Woho! Woho!" Bob laughed. "Let me tell you. I think that you would be able to get things that younger people such as myself wouldn't have access to."
"And what makes you say that?" I stalled. I looked around, trying to find something that was in reach that I could do to help the devil. Remember, I was still tied up. I spotted a package of excelsior that was less than a foot away from the metal chair I was in. "I could use that," I thought. Now, to distract Bob.
I had an idea. I yelled out while flailing my arms around. "Ahhh! Help! I cant see!"
Bob stared at me strangely,and then, after realizing that his prisoner was about to 'die', ran out of the room to get something that would help me get 'better'.
The devil cut the ropes that tied me up off. She knew what I was doing and she knew that we had to act quickly.
I grabbed the excelsior off of the ground and hid behind the door, waiting for Bob to come back. As I waited, I grew a little impatient. I tried to find something to read, and settled on examining the package I was carrying. The brand of the excelsior was called Russel. I remembered reading in work about apancake company called Russel Pancakes. "What a derivative name," I thought, refering to the excelsior company's name.
Suddenly, I heard a low moaning coming from elsewhere in the room. I turned my head slightly to see what the moaning was coming from and saw the devil on the ground. She saw me staring and winked. Then,
I saw the flash of Bob's jacket pass through the doorway and returned to my hiding place, getting ready for action.
Bob rushed up to the door, carrying a first aid kit. I wondered if there was really first aid tools in it, or if there was poison or something to kill me faster. I dismissed the thought, posing in such a way that it would be easy for me to run out of the room.
I opened the package that I was carrying and held it out in front of me. Suddenly, Bob stopped. I froze; worried that he would see me.
I heard a crackling and then a voice saying, "Come in, come in. This is Mr. Reyundal."
"I'm here," Bob answered. "The prisoner is nowhere to be seen. My slave in on the ground, moaning."
I smiled, and then out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bob start to walk out if the room. I got worried that our plan wouldn’t work.
Then he started back into the room. Just as he walked past the doorway, I threw the excelsior at him.
"Ahh-" he attempted to yell, but the devil moved quickly. She tackled him, gagged him, and tied him up into the chair that I was in when they held me as prisoner.
"Now that the devil is being so nice to me, I might as well call her an angel again," I thought, happily.
Then the angel did something that I wasn’t counting on. She turned on the candy machine.
I jumped out to stop her. I hit her with so much accidental force that she fell onto the cold, hard floor.
I wondered if she was dead, and when I saw the blood dripping onto the floor, horrible pictures entered my head. Pictures of jail cells or wanted posters for me.
I nearly started crying, but a grunt from the angel brought me back to my senses.
The first aid kit that Bob had was on the ground. I picked it up and was surprised when I found gauze and tape in it. I bandaged up the angel and hurried out the door with her unconscious body in my arms.
Bob was still in the chair. As I left, I failed to hear the evil laughter coming out of Bob's mouth.
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