He had been listening to hold music for at least twenty minutes when his cellular phone began to ring, for the fifth time, in his pocket. He ignored it, I’ve too much to get done this morning, he thought as the florescent lighting buzzed overhead, and he watched his coworkers hurry past his open office door. His office was a magical land of stacked paper towers and neatly filed manila folders placed not so neatly in slotted organizational bins containing the days, weeks, and years of policy holder information and agendas to be completed. The hold music slid softly into his right ear as he typed away his latest quote for home owners insurance. Almost done and its off to shop for the wife, his mind was not on his work, and his phone, which started ringing in his pocket again, was not helping.
“Honestly, if I don’t answer then why keep calling back?!” he said in an annoyed tone pulling the ringing device out of his pocket and looking to the view screen to identify the caller. BLOCKED. What is so important, I hate blocked calls. Then the phone in his hand began to ring again, except this time it was beginning to get hot, and the caller ID began blinking, first red, then green, then yellow, and it read ANSWER ME MICHAEL, VERY URGENT INDEED. He did.
“Hello?” his voice was calm with a note of surprise.
“Ah, you answered.” The other end began. “Took you long enough boy, now look, I need you to get over here and help me with this thing right away. I’ve simply not got the time to waste, and I know you are just sitting there entering data and looking over the internet to seem busy.”
How could he know that? That was exactly what he was doing too.
“Who are you, what’s this all about?” he said.
The line went quiet for a moment, and then he could hear sounds like the phone being dropped and a scuffle going on. It sounded as if there were animals in the background, elephants sounding, a roar, a lion, and a monkey or two too perhaps. What the hell is going on?
“For god sakes, who the hell is this?” he yelled into the space on the other end of the line.
A coworker poped his head in the office, "Everything okay?"
"Fine, go away!" he yelled.
Suddenly the line came alive again, full volume, a Lion roared followed by the piercing screech of a chimpanzee.
“Well good heavens, I have not even introduced myself. My name is Reginald Cunningham; I am your father’s friend from long ago. You see, it seems that he and I are in a bit of a dilemma,” he coughed, “and need your help. Can you get to Asheboro Zoo straight away?”
“Asheboro Zoo? My fathers friend? But sir, my father is dead!” Michael was beginning to sweat and the buzz of the over head fluorescents were beginning to grow louder in his ears.
“Oh no, my dear boy, dead, your fathers not dead. He is just in another time.” The voice of Mr. Cunningham rang delightfully on the other end of the line as if this was not a troubling sentence at all. “Come now, meet me here in three days time, I shall send the address here on this, err, phone device-majigery. Good to hear your voice again Michael Dash. See you soon.” And he hung up.
Michael sat astonished. Again. My father. A zoo. What the hell is going on.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
two dead boys
This here is a very obtuse story based on a rhyme I was told as a child. Just letting it wander here folks.
Cheers.
Will
Two dead boys.
The boys had been burried a long time ago.
The boys had been sitting on the stump in the bog for a long while that night. It like the always did when the moon and sun had joined, and called them from their sleeping places in the Jackson cemetery just a few miles south of the stinking, putrid bog. They loved the bog and the smells and the frogs and the fly's and mosquitos and all the muck to sloop around in deep in that filthy place. It smelled just as good as they did, and they loved sharing snacks of frog slime, beetles, roaches, and all the delicious mud they could scoop up and eat. It was pure paradise for two dead boys who had gotten up every year for a hundred years when moon mixed with sun and night joined day.
The boys sat oddly on the stump sticking out of their small spot in the bog and laughed loudly at the crickets being eaten by their friend Sancho the frog. John's body twisted and torn as it shone in the glow of sunmoon, his pasty wite and grey skin tightened against his broked and controrted bones. Will a mixture of open wounds and paper thin skin sat indian style, a zombie buddah basking in his filthy peace.
“Old boy always getsem!” shouted Johnny as he rolled back in laughter, his hair soaking into the black tar water beneath him.
“Sure does brother, boy oh boy!” laughed Willie, as he stood up pulling his rotten jeans up and tying them with the bit of burlap rope that held them around his shrunken, gray and pink waist.
“I bet we seen his slimy face eat up about a hundred million of those crunchy little buggers, what about you Willie?” said Johnny, standing on one leg on the stump and reaching for the swarm of tiny winged snacks the repugnant frog was feasting from.
“GOT YA!” Johnny shouted, proceeding to ram the handful of flies into his open mouth.
“You know it old pal, hes the fastest hopper in this bog, and can't no fly escape'im!” Will said, leaping from the stump and splooshing up to his waist into the dark muck below.
"Come on then boy!" Shouted Will, "Lets get down to business." he said with his arms held out and his bony fists clinched tightly.
"Oh, we will brother! Just you wait." John replied from atop the rotting stump. He held his arms high and let loose a scream that echoed through the green stink of the swamp. Suddenly blue vapors arrose from the waters and mixed with the purples and yellows from the moon gleam and sun glow that mingled together in this magical night. The greens of the middle air of the bog swallowed up the other colors and created a great ball of black light just in front of the boys, like a giant gleaming oyster shell floating mid air. Willie bent down, trulling the deeps of the stinky water, and while he stared deep at the light he pulled a long black snake from underwater and bit the head off with a fierce crunching bite.
"Way to go old brother! This is to be a grand battle indeed, the might is with us and grandfather's blessing is sure to strengthen our blows!" said Willie, his eyes fixed and full of rage.
Suddenly Johnny shouted again.
"What come ye, bellowing hounds of slime. You old beasts of burdden that slink under toe of deamon and dog." his voice was strong and stagnant, "I call ye to fight, you bothersome animals of ill content!" His words bellowed and his skin turned the color of the putrid flies he had earlier ingested. A color of blue meets red, then rubbed in earth.
John gathered a handful of black water and threw it towards the great black hole in front of them. The air there in front of the hole was no more and the water broke into a hundred small perfect circles and floated like oil spilled within the latter. Then Willie spoke.
"I second that challenge, you great dogs of hades. I call you out and avenge my mothers name once again. You have called us awake, and now you must face your pain!" His arms were held wide exposing his burned and sored white-pink chest flesh where the shape of a serpent was forming in the center.
Then a small, pinpoint of color began to be visible from the center of the floating nothing in their front. The smallest notion of red, then white, then orange, then yellow, growing larger and larger until it was half the size of the opening in space. The boys stood firm, back to back, facing each other, waiste deep in muck and heaving their chests with readiness. They were ready for this fight, just as their father had been, and as their grandfather had been, and as his father had been too. To reclaim their place in peace with their kin and with those who had stood before them and with them in life eternal. Then the snake on Willie's chest began to take firmer shape, and Johnny's skin began to prickle with the emersion of the small winged creatures from his pores. They were ready for the comming heat, ready indeed.
They spoke in unison.
"Hold the devil down. Hold the devils in. Hold the darkness down. Never let it up!"
Their words were timed perfectly. The color within the darkness had reached the outer rim of the portal and inside were the faces of a million screaming faces, contorted and bleeding and scratched and scorched, all calling for help, all helpless. The faces made noise of nondiscription and after them came the dogs, great and big and black, outlined in fire.
The boys spoke again.
"Hold the devil down. Hold the devils in. Hold the darkness down. Never let it up!"
A great beastly dogged head of fire stretched the fabric of time and broke the seal seperating the worlds when a flash of fire shot from the opening in space and time and raced towards the two boys. Willie stepped forward, his arms still stretches as wide as could be and his white-pink skin a backdrop for the snake shape. He screamed the scream of a million tourchered men, calling the powers of time and history into his body. Suddenly the skin stretched from his center, his center chakra, the head of the snake tore from him and ate the flame that races so hotly towards him. The snakes head he had eaten, the spirit he had taken, the power he had gained had swalloed this hatred and channeled it inward to us in this first phase. This first strike.
"A small meal brother, a pick me up for the battle to come." Willie spoke to his brother, his eyes still focused and black.
"Then I shall scream back brother, I shall fight." John twisted in the black water, a wave of frothing darkness climbed behind him and soared tubing overhead and into the darkness where it stopped and pooled, floating in front of the hell hole.
"Well done." said Willie with a turn of his head.
"And now, the crash." Johnny called, his gaze strong and firm.
He then sent thousands of small winged creatures from his hardned, blued skin, racing towards the floating pool of water on the rim of the fire spot. They swarmed around the pooled floating water and began drinking it. Faster than a human eye could blink they drank, the water dissappearing into their tiny bodies and their bodies growing in size. Then the swarm joined together, a mass, a festering mass of growing winged things standing at the center of this mouth of hell, firm and strong, a water barrier atop a lake of fire.
The fire mouth, the circle of hell began to steam behind the shade of the winged water creatures and the voices of the damned grew quiet for a moment. The growls of the hounds could be heard from beneath the steam and the boys waited.
"Shouldn't last long Willie." siad Johnny.
"Yea, these old dogs won't let up if'n memory serves. How bout I bind that water ball up tight and you send it deep down and press them dogs back to hell where they come from." Willie answered while stepping forward once again.
Willie then sent long blue black snakes from his center chakra that soared and slinked through the air towards the ball of winged water creatures.
"Go get em grandfather! Your charge upheld once more, your wounds cleaned and your spirit send soaring for all to see." shouted Willie.
The snakes wrapped around the obstruction time and time again until all your eyes could see was the blueblack of the snakes backlit by the glowing darkness behind them. The sounds of popping could be heard from inside the snake orb. The sounds of the popping mixed with the sizzle of snake flesh and the roar of steam at the head of the portal. They were almost there. Their charge to seek hell and repress it was almost complete. The hounds had shown their furry but would, once again, be sent back to their master in defeat.
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This was the view at that moment. Two boys, decrepid and rotting from years under the ground, pushing forward with all their might against an enemy called apon by themselves and only to proove that it could be defeated. To prove the charge their family had made those first years as humans, that with time and training, anyone could harness the universes magic and stand against the darkest of trouble, at any time, and in any place.
*******************************************************************************************************************
One bright day, in the middle of the night
two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back, they faced each other,
then pulled out their knives and shot each other.
If you dont believe my stories true,
go ask the blind man, for he saw it too.
Cheers.
Will
Two dead boys.
The boys had been burried a long time ago.
The boys had been sitting on the stump in the bog for a long while that night. It like the always did when the moon and sun had joined, and called them from their sleeping places in the Jackson cemetery just a few miles south of the stinking, putrid bog. They loved the bog and the smells and the frogs and the fly's and mosquitos and all the muck to sloop around in deep in that filthy place. It smelled just as good as they did, and they loved sharing snacks of frog slime, beetles, roaches, and all the delicious mud they could scoop up and eat. It was pure paradise for two dead boys who had gotten up every year for a hundred years when moon mixed with sun and night joined day.
The boys sat oddly on the stump sticking out of their small spot in the bog and laughed loudly at the crickets being eaten by their friend Sancho the frog. John's body twisted and torn as it shone in the glow of sunmoon, his pasty wite and grey skin tightened against his broked and controrted bones. Will a mixture of open wounds and paper thin skin sat indian style, a zombie buddah basking in his filthy peace.
“Old boy always getsem!” shouted Johnny as he rolled back in laughter, his hair soaking into the black tar water beneath him.
“Sure does brother, boy oh boy!” laughed Willie, as he stood up pulling his rotten jeans up and tying them with the bit of burlap rope that held them around his shrunken, gray and pink waist.
“I bet we seen his slimy face eat up about a hundred million of those crunchy little buggers, what about you Willie?” said Johnny, standing on one leg on the stump and reaching for the swarm of tiny winged snacks the repugnant frog was feasting from.
“GOT YA!” Johnny shouted, proceeding to ram the handful of flies into his open mouth.
“You know it old pal, hes the fastest hopper in this bog, and can't no fly escape'im!” Will said, leaping from the stump and splooshing up to his waist into the dark muck below.
"Come on then boy!" Shouted Will, "Lets get down to business." he said with his arms held out and his bony fists clinched tightly.
"Oh, we will brother! Just you wait." John replied from atop the rotting stump. He held his arms high and let loose a scream that echoed through the green stink of the swamp. Suddenly blue vapors arrose from the waters and mixed with the purples and yellows from the moon gleam and sun glow that mingled together in this magical night. The greens of the middle air of the bog swallowed up the other colors and created a great ball of black light just in front of the boys, like a giant gleaming oyster shell floating mid air. Willie bent down, trulling the deeps of the stinky water, and while he stared deep at the light he pulled a long black snake from underwater and bit the head off with a fierce crunching bite.
"Way to go old brother! This is to be a grand battle indeed, the might is with us and grandfather's blessing is sure to strengthen our blows!" said Willie, his eyes fixed and full of rage.
Suddenly Johnny shouted again.
"What come ye, bellowing hounds of slime. You old beasts of burdden that slink under toe of deamon and dog." his voice was strong and stagnant, "I call ye to fight, you bothersome animals of ill content!" His words bellowed and his skin turned the color of the putrid flies he had earlier ingested. A color of blue meets red, then rubbed in earth.
John gathered a handful of black water and threw it towards the great black hole in front of them. The air there in front of the hole was no more and the water broke into a hundred small perfect circles and floated like oil spilled within the latter. Then Willie spoke.
"I second that challenge, you great dogs of hades. I call you out and avenge my mothers name once again. You have called us awake, and now you must face your pain!" His arms were held wide exposing his burned and sored white-pink chest flesh where the shape of a serpent was forming in the center.
Then a small, pinpoint of color began to be visible from the center of the floating nothing in their front. The smallest notion of red, then white, then orange, then yellow, growing larger and larger until it was half the size of the opening in space. The boys stood firm, back to back, facing each other, waiste deep in muck and heaving their chests with readiness. They were ready for this fight, just as their father had been, and as their grandfather had been, and as his father had been too. To reclaim their place in peace with their kin and with those who had stood before them and with them in life eternal. Then the snake on Willie's chest began to take firmer shape, and Johnny's skin began to prickle with the emersion of the small winged creatures from his pores. They were ready for the comming heat, ready indeed.
They spoke in unison.
"Hold the devil down. Hold the devils in. Hold the darkness down. Never let it up!"
Their words were timed perfectly. The color within the darkness had reached the outer rim of the portal and inside were the faces of a million screaming faces, contorted and bleeding and scratched and scorched, all calling for help, all helpless. The faces made noise of nondiscription and after them came the dogs, great and big and black, outlined in fire.
The boys spoke again.
"Hold the devil down. Hold the devils in. Hold the darkness down. Never let it up!"
A great beastly dogged head of fire stretched the fabric of time and broke the seal seperating the worlds when a flash of fire shot from the opening in space and time and raced towards the two boys. Willie stepped forward, his arms still stretches as wide as could be and his white-pink skin a backdrop for the snake shape. He screamed the scream of a million tourchered men, calling the powers of time and history into his body. Suddenly the skin stretched from his center, his center chakra, the head of the snake tore from him and ate the flame that races so hotly towards him. The snakes head he had eaten, the spirit he had taken, the power he had gained had swalloed this hatred and channeled it inward to us in this first phase. This first strike.
"A small meal brother, a pick me up for the battle to come." Willie spoke to his brother, his eyes still focused and black.
"Then I shall scream back brother, I shall fight." John twisted in the black water, a wave of frothing darkness climbed behind him and soared tubing overhead and into the darkness where it stopped and pooled, floating in front of the hell hole.
"Well done." said Willie with a turn of his head.
"And now, the crash." Johnny called, his gaze strong and firm.
He then sent thousands of small winged creatures from his hardned, blued skin, racing towards the floating pool of water on the rim of the fire spot. They swarmed around the pooled floating water and began drinking it. Faster than a human eye could blink they drank, the water dissappearing into their tiny bodies and their bodies growing in size. Then the swarm joined together, a mass, a festering mass of growing winged things standing at the center of this mouth of hell, firm and strong, a water barrier atop a lake of fire.
The fire mouth, the circle of hell began to steam behind the shade of the winged water creatures and the voices of the damned grew quiet for a moment. The growls of the hounds could be heard from beneath the steam and the boys waited.
"Shouldn't last long Willie." siad Johnny.
"Yea, these old dogs won't let up if'n memory serves. How bout I bind that water ball up tight and you send it deep down and press them dogs back to hell where they come from." Willie answered while stepping forward once again.
Willie then sent long blue black snakes from his center chakra that soared and slinked through the air towards the ball of winged water creatures.
"Go get em grandfather! Your charge upheld once more, your wounds cleaned and your spirit send soaring for all to see." shouted Willie.
The snakes wrapped around the obstruction time and time again until all your eyes could see was the blueblack of the snakes backlit by the glowing darkness behind them. The sounds of popping could be heard from inside the snake orb. The sounds of the popping mixed with the sizzle of snake flesh and the roar of steam at the head of the portal. They were almost there. Their charge to seek hell and repress it was almost complete. The hounds had shown their furry but would, once again, be sent back to their master in defeat.
*******************************************************************************************************************
This was the view at that moment. Two boys, decrepid and rotting from years under the ground, pushing forward with all their might against an enemy called apon by themselves and only to proove that it could be defeated. To prove the charge their family had made those first years as humans, that with time and training, anyone could harness the universes magic and stand against the darkest of trouble, at any time, and in any place.
*******************************************************************************************************************
One bright day, in the middle of the night
two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back, they faced each other,
then pulled out their knives and shot each other.
If you dont believe my stories true,
go ask the blind man, for he saw it too.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Fan Fiction
Here is some Harry Potter fan fiction I wrote a long time ago... It is funny, but I like the little tale and I think I got the characters pretty good.
Cheers,
Will
Remembering Never
1
It was a hard rain that night in October as Harry sat with his homework in front of him. The Griffendor common room was quite alive with the stir of people excited about going to hogsmead for the weekend, while others were lying in front of the warm fire talking about the coming pro quiditch season. On one side of the room a boy named Nevil, who was always misplacing things, had lost his notes causing his sneekerscope to glow red as he searched his books in a mad panic. The fire was casting a nice warm glow on those doing homework as they sat mostly quiet and working on rolls of parchment for arithmency, divination, and of course potions. Harry could remember hearing Snapes last words as they were leaving his class Friday, "I want two rolls of parchment on the use and dangers of heely grass on my desk first thing Monday morning. And no half rolls this time Mr. Weasley do i make myself clear?" Snape was always giving homework as they walked out the door. You were lucky if you hadn't left too soon and missed the assignment all together, that was a sure deduction from your grade and your house.
Harry was working on his potions essay barely thinking about heely grass at all. His mind was on, as always, Serious Black. The man who harry had found out was his godfather, and who gave his life to save him only two years ago. Serious had been Harry's fathers best friend who lost many years of his life in azkaban prison due to being framed with the death of James and Lily Potter nearly 12 years ago. Serious who had died fighting to save Harry, was the closest thing Harry had had to a family, next to the Wesley's, in his whole life. "Awful isn't it Harry. I cant believe we have to learn this stuff." Ron came over and sat down beside him, pulling out his divination's book "the future now, until forever" by Deloris Humbdungery. Harry just sat there in a daze, his eyes focused on the fire as he watched Serious fall behind the curtain over and over in his head. "Harry! You all right?" Ron said loudly into Harry's hear. "Whaa, oh yea, its awful." Harry said in a shaky voice as if he'd just been scared out of his mind. "I was just thinking that's all. Just had some things on my, uhhh, mind, yea."
The two boys sat side by side, each working on their tentative homework and saying very few words as the night went on. Ron had learned that when harry was in his "thinking" mode it was best to just let him think it out and not push the issue. "Want to go get something to eat?" Ron asked, this being the only thing he'd said in an hour. "Ummm no, i think ill stay here...Not that hungry you know. Thanks though." Harry said in a very disorganized voice, his eyes still glazed over the notes on heely grass in front of him and his parchment barely written on. "Okay, well I'm gonna go meet Hermione then, see you later mate!" and Ron went off towards the portrait door and out of site.
It was getting late and Harry still hadn't finished his work, he was still too busy thinking about serious, and was still trying to figure out how to handle loosing the only person in his life that had come close to becoming his father. Harry knew that no one knew how much he was hurting inside, and just how much he hated Voldemort for what he had done. He hated him, and he wanted revenge!
With that thought Harry took out a brand new piece of parchment and began to write.
2
The List
Harry sat with his head in his hands trying to get hold of the anger he was feeling. it was like a searing pain across his forehead every time he though of how he had lost another father and would never be able to see him again. he was holding his scar when a hand touched his shoulder. Shocked and scared he turned fast to see who it was, and much to his surprise it was professor Dumbeldor standing in all his height looking down on the distressed boy. "I see you are making a list here Harry." He said reaching down and picking up the parchment with the words "How to kill Lord Voldemort." written across the top. He began to read.
Learn the unforgivable curses
Master Parcel Tongue
Find and kill Peter Pedigrew
Doby
Professor Dumbeldor sat the parchment down and took a stern look at Harry. His big eyes behind his moon shaped glasses gave Harry a strong feeling of ice running all over his body. He knew he had gone a step too far. He knew he had done something very wrong. "Do you really want to learn the unforgivable curses Harry?" Dumbeldor said in a toned voice. "Are you aware that if you were to learn them, and use them, that no matter who was on your side you would be going to azkaban prison for the rest of your life." Harry just looked up at him with anger strewing his face and said "It doesn't matter, as long as he pays for what he has done!" harry turned back to his parchment and put his head down, while a tear dropped causing the ink to wash out the word Doby
When he had gone harry could only think to himself how right he was. Had he been too blinded by his hatred for Voldemort to see that if he was discovered planning to kill him people would begin to suspect that he had a darker side himself. but no. "How could they think that?" he thought "after all I've done for this place, and all Ive lost. How could they think id ever go to the dark side?" Harry sat back in his nice red armchair and sunk deep into the cushions once again lost in thought about how much his life had changed so fast, and still picturing himself killing voldemort one last time.
3
The Dream
Harry sat up in his chair as if he had been startled by something. He looked around the common room to see if anyone was around, but there was no one. He was still in his chair, his papers still where he had left them, but something was different. It seemed as if he was there, but not really there at all. He stood up and walked over to his table to look at the notes he had been working on, to see if he could summon the energy to finish his essay for Snape when all of a sudden he looked down and saw that his papers where not the same at all. They were all different, with different handwriting on them and everything. He bent down and picked up the piece of parchment that had held his essay a moment before and began to read.
"Harry, there is no way to explain this other than to tell you right out.
This letter is a message from your father and mother, and me, Serious
We are all together now, here in your dreams, and we are all able to
contact you through them. This will be a place where we can continue
out lives together, and where you can see what it is like to have a family
again. Be sure to watch out for anything unusual happening around you.
You know that Voldemort is still at large, and still able to kill. So do us a
favor and be careful. You are all that we have to hold on to the real world
and if we loose you then we will all be lost. Remember that through our
love you will always be strong, and you will always know when we are with
you."
love,
James, Lilly, and Serious
Harry felt a tear rolling down his cheek and reached up to wipe it off when he heard the words of a woman behind him. "Harry please do not cry, this way is the best way for us all to live. This way we are all together as one, and no one can tear us apart again." It was Lilly, Harry's mother standing there in a glorious white glow. her long blond hair waving behind her, blowing in the cool dream air. "Please Harry, just remember that we all love you so much, and that our love combined with yours is a magic that can never be broken." With these words she bent down to a now quivering Harry and kissed him on his forehead. He felt his scar tingle as she kissed him, his heart felt as though it was going to burst. Harry looked up tears glazing his eyes and said "Mom, how can this be? How can you still be alive through me? Why, why did you have to die in the first place? His eyes began dropping tears down his face, his heart beating faster than a hummingbird, his scar still tingling from her kiss. "I will have all the time in the world to tell you soon my dear, but for now you must Wake up. WAKE UP!"
4
The glowing scar
Just then, the common room door opened and Hermione and Ron came in from their late night snack looking, well, there was no other way to put it, shocked at the site of Harry. Harry sat up in his chair and stared peculiarly at the two who were looking quite the same at him. "Uhhh Harry, is everything alright?" Ron said with a slight quiver in his voice. "Yea, are you okay Harry?" Harmonie chimed in. "Yea, of course I am." Harry replied with a strewn look on his face. "Why, what's gotten you two all shook up?" Then he noticed Ron's hand moving up and pointing to his forehead, much like he had done when they were turning back into themselves from Crab and Goyle, two years earlier. "Scar...ummm...Blue...Glowing...Harry." Ron let these words out as if he was being choked. But it was true, Harry's scar was glowing a bright blue casting a neon tint across his face and bangs. Harry hadn't noticed it at all while sitting eyes closed lost in thought. He had not noticed it until Ron said something. "What, my scar...whats it doing?" he said as he walked over to the mirror sitting on one of the reading tables of the common room, not really remembering what had just happened. There it was glowing bright blue, brighter than the candles illuminating the Gryffindor common room. "What does it mean?" Hermione said in a quite voice. "Have you seen him? Has he come back for you?" Ron asked, his arm still pointing at harry in a frozen position scared stiff. He had every right to be scared because every time Harry's scar had hurt before it meant that You Know Who was looking for him, or close enough to hurt Harry, Hermione, and himself. But this time his scar was not hurting at all, it was glowing, glowing a bright blue. "But it doesn't hurt at all" Harry said. "Its just glowing, and not hurting." He was talking and touching the mark on his forehead gently as if though not to damage what was happening. "Well, first off, we have to figure out what this means." Hermione had entered the conversation with a very logical tone, ready to get to the bottom of what was going on. "Were you doing anything that reminded you of You Know Who? Or were you having another dream about him? Anything like that?"
"Well" Harry began, "I was sitting in my chair trying to think of more things about heely grass when..." He then remembered the dream, his eyes got wider than Ron of Hermione had ever seen them and he gave a low "ohhhhh."
"What Harry, what is it?" Hermione asked as she watched Harry stand still closing his eyes trying to remember more and more of the dream. "My parents" He said, "They were here" Harry looked up at his two friends with tears in his eyes, taking the piece of parchment that his essay was on and showing it to the two. Hermoine took the paper and began to read, "Heely Grass is a commonly used ingredient for use in potions of many kinds. It is often used to enhance the strength of dosage among certain mixtures, however..." She trailed off and said "what does this have to do with your parents Harry?" Harry grabbed the parchment, held it up and read the same thing, there was no note from serious, and his parents, just an old essay on Heely Grass. But he didn't care, he knew his parents had tried to reach him, He knew that his mom had kissed his scar and made it glow, he knew that they loved him and that was all he had ever wanted!
Harry turned to his friends with a wide grin, his hair messy as usual and his eyes glowing with happiness. "What man, don't keep us in suspense any longer, tell us what happened!" Ron said almost annoyed. "They came!" Harry said. "They came to tell me they loved me, and that if anything happened they would be there right beside me. My mom even kissed my scar, that's why it was glowing I know it. It must mean that they are watching over me." Harry was ecstatic, he had finally been able to know that his parents and serious were there and had been there all along. He was finally knew that he could not be harmed as long as they were there, and that no matter what Voldemort threw at him, he would be able to take it especially with the power of his parents and serious behind him.
The End
Cheers,
Will
Remembering Never
1
It was a hard rain that night in October as Harry sat with his homework in front of him. The Griffendor common room was quite alive with the stir of people excited about going to hogsmead for the weekend, while others were lying in front of the warm fire talking about the coming pro quiditch season. On one side of the room a boy named Nevil, who was always misplacing things, had lost his notes causing his sneekerscope to glow red as he searched his books in a mad panic. The fire was casting a nice warm glow on those doing homework as they sat mostly quiet and working on rolls of parchment for arithmency, divination, and of course potions. Harry could remember hearing Snapes last words as they were leaving his class Friday, "I want two rolls of parchment on the use and dangers of heely grass on my desk first thing Monday morning. And no half rolls this time Mr. Weasley do i make myself clear?" Snape was always giving homework as they walked out the door. You were lucky if you hadn't left too soon and missed the assignment all together, that was a sure deduction from your grade and your house.
Harry was working on his potions essay barely thinking about heely grass at all. His mind was on, as always, Serious Black. The man who harry had found out was his godfather, and who gave his life to save him only two years ago. Serious had been Harry's fathers best friend who lost many years of his life in azkaban prison due to being framed with the death of James and Lily Potter nearly 12 years ago. Serious who had died fighting to save Harry, was the closest thing Harry had had to a family, next to the Wesley's, in his whole life. "Awful isn't it Harry. I cant believe we have to learn this stuff." Ron came over and sat down beside him, pulling out his divination's book "the future now, until forever" by Deloris Humbdungery. Harry just sat there in a daze, his eyes focused on the fire as he watched Serious fall behind the curtain over and over in his head. "Harry! You all right?" Ron said loudly into Harry's hear. "Whaa, oh yea, its awful." Harry said in a shaky voice as if he'd just been scared out of his mind. "I was just thinking that's all. Just had some things on my, uhhh, mind, yea."
The two boys sat side by side, each working on their tentative homework and saying very few words as the night went on. Ron had learned that when harry was in his "thinking" mode it was best to just let him think it out and not push the issue. "Want to go get something to eat?" Ron asked, this being the only thing he'd said in an hour. "Ummm no, i think ill stay here...Not that hungry you know. Thanks though." Harry said in a very disorganized voice, his eyes still glazed over the notes on heely grass in front of him and his parchment barely written on. "Okay, well I'm gonna go meet Hermione then, see you later mate!" and Ron went off towards the portrait door and out of site.
It was getting late and Harry still hadn't finished his work, he was still too busy thinking about serious, and was still trying to figure out how to handle loosing the only person in his life that had come close to becoming his father. Harry knew that no one knew how much he was hurting inside, and just how much he hated Voldemort for what he had done. He hated him, and he wanted revenge!
With that thought Harry took out a brand new piece of parchment and began to write.
2
The List
Harry sat with his head in his hands trying to get hold of the anger he was feeling. it was like a searing pain across his forehead every time he though of how he had lost another father and would never be able to see him again. he was holding his scar when a hand touched his shoulder. Shocked and scared he turned fast to see who it was, and much to his surprise it was professor Dumbeldor standing in all his height looking down on the distressed boy. "I see you are making a list here Harry." He said reaching down and picking up the parchment with the words "How to kill Lord Voldemort." written across the top. He began to read.
Learn the unforgivable curses
Master Parcel Tongue
Find and kill Peter Pedigrew
Doby
Professor Dumbeldor sat the parchment down and took a stern look at Harry. His big eyes behind his moon shaped glasses gave Harry a strong feeling of ice running all over his body. He knew he had gone a step too far. He knew he had done something very wrong. "Do you really want to learn the unforgivable curses Harry?" Dumbeldor said in a toned voice. "Are you aware that if you were to learn them, and use them, that no matter who was on your side you would be going to azkaban prison for the rest of your life." Harry just looked up at him with anger strewing his face and said "It doesn't matter, as long as he pays for what he has done!" harry turned back to his parchment and put his head down, while a tear dropped causing the ink to wash out the word Doby
When he had gone harry could only think to himself how right he was. Had he been too blinded by his hatred for Voldemort to see that if he was discovered planning to kill him people would begin to suspect that he had a darker side himself. but no. "How could they think that?" he thought "after all I've done for this place, and all Ive lost. How could they think id ever go to the dark side?" Harry sat back in his nice red armchair and sunk deep into the cushions once again lost in thought about how much his life had changed so fast, and still picturing himself killing voldemort one last time.
3
The Dream
Harry sat up in his chair as if he had been startled by something. He looked around the common room to see if anyone was around, but there was no one. He was still in his chair, his papers still where he had left them, but something was different. It seemed as if he was there, but not really there at all. He stood up and walked over to his table to look at the notes he had been working on, to see if he could summon the energy to finish his essay for Snape when all of a sudden he looked down and saw that his papers where not the same at all. They were all different, with different handwriting on them and everything. He bent down and picked up the piece of parchment that had held his essay a moment before and began to read.
"Harry, there is no way to explain this other than to tell you right out.
This letter is a message from your father and mother, and me, Serious
We are all together now, here in your dreams, and we are all able to
contact you through them. This will be a place where we can continue
out lives together, and where you can see what it is like to have a family
again. Be sure to watch out for anything unusual happening around you.
You know that Voldemort is still at large, and still able to kill. So do us a
favor and be careful. You are all that we have to hold on to the real world
and if we loose you then we will all be lost. Remember that through our
love you will always be strong, and you will always know when we are with
you."
love,
James, Lilly, and Serious
Harry felt a tear rolling down his cheek and reached up to wipe it off when he heard the words of a woman behind him. "Harry please do not cry, this way is the best way for us all to live. This way we are all together as one, and no one can tear us apart again." It was Lilly, Harry's mother standing there in a glorious white glow. her long blond hair waving behind her, blowing in the cool dream air. "Please Harry, just remember that we all love you so much, and that our love combined with yours is a magic that can never be broken." With these words she bent down to a now quivering Harry and kissed him on his forehead. He felt his scar tingle as she kissed him, his heart felt as though it was going to burst. Harry looked up tears glazing his eyes and said "Mom, how can this be? How can you still be alive through me? Why, why did you have to die in the first place? His eyes began dropping tears down his face, his heart beating faster than a hummingbird, his scar still tingling from her kiss. "I will have all the time in the world to tell you soon my dear, but for now you must Wake up. WAKE UP!"
4
The glowing scar
Just then, the common room door opened and Hermione and Ron came in from their late night snack looking, well, there was no other way to put it, shocked at the site of Harry. Harry sat up in his chair and stared peculiarly at the two who were looking quite the same at him. "Uhhh Harry, is everything alright?" Ron said with a slight quiver in his voice. "Yea, are you okay Harry?" Harmonie chimed in. "Yea, of course I am." Harry replied with a strewn look on his face. "Why, what's gotten you two all shook up?" Then he noticed Ron's hand moving up and pointing to his forehead, much like he had done when they were turning back into themselves from Crab and Goyle, two years earlier. "Scar...ummm...Blue...Glowing...Harry." Ron let these words out as if he was being choked. But it was true, Harry's scar was glowing a bright blue casting a neon tint across his face and bangs. Harry hadn't noticed it at all while sitting eyes closed lost in thought. He had not noticed it until Ron said something. "What, my scar...whats it doing?" he said as he walked over to the mirror sitting on one of the reading tables of the common room, not really remembering what had just happened. There it was glowing bright blue, brighter than the candles illuminating the Gryffindor common room. "What does it mean?" Hermione said in a quite voice. "Have you seen him? Has he come back for you?" Ron asked, his arm still pointing at harry in a frozen position scared stiff. He had every right to be scared because every time Harry's scar had hurt before it meant that You Know Who was looking for him, or close enough to hurt Harry, Hermione, and himself. But this time his scar was not hurting at all, it was glowing, glowing a bright blue. "But it doesn't hurt at all" Harry said. "Its just glowing, and not hurting." He was talking and touching the mark on his forehead gently as if though not to damage what was happening. "Well, first off, we have to figure out what this means." Hermione had entered the conversation with a very logical tone, ready to get to the bottom of what was going on. "Were you doing anything that reminded you of You Know Who? Or were you having another dream about him? Anything like that?"
"Well" Harry began, "I was sitting in my chair trying to think of more things about heely grass when..." He then remembered the dream, his eyes got wider than Ron of Hermione had ever seen them and he gave a low "ohhhhh."
"What Harry, what is it?" Hermione asked as she watched Harry stand still closing his eyes trying to remember more and more of the dream. "My parents" He said, "They were here" Harry looked up at his two friends with tears in his eyes, taking the piece of parchment that his essay was on and showing it to the two. Hermoine took the paper and began to read, "Heely Grass is a commonly used ingredient for use in potions of many kinds. It is often used to enhance the strength of dosage among certain mixtures, however..." She trailed off and said "what does this have to do with your parents Harry?" Harry grabbed the parchment, held it up and read the same thing, there was no note from serious, and his parents, just an old essay on Heely Grass. But he didn't care, he knew his parents had tried to reach him, He knew that his mom had kissed his scar and made it glow, he knew that they loved him and that was all he had ever wanted!
Harry turned to his friends with a wide grin, his hair messy as usual and his eyes glowing with happiness. "What man, don't keep us in suspense any longer, tell us what happened!" Ron said almost annoyed. "They came!" Harry said. "They came to tell me they loved me, and that if anything happened they would be there right beside me. My mom even kissed my scar, that's why it was glowing I know it. It must mean that they are watching over me." Harry was ecstatic, he had finally been able to know that his parents and serious were there and had been there all along. He was finally knew that he could not be harmed as long as they were there, and that no matter what Voldemort threw at him, he would be able to take it especially with the power of his parents and serious behind him.
The End
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