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SazMarie · 03-05-2008, 08:11 PM

Hey this is my first fan-fic so I want to know the honest truth, okay?

It has been five years since the Battle of Hogwarts, scars have started to heal, and although the death and sorrows are all but forgetton, hope and peace has started to blossom, making the Wizarding World a joyous place once more.

But now, it seems that a wizard of the Dark Arts has seen the relaxed Wizarding World as weak, and unprepared, and following in Voldemort's footsteps, has started gathering followers, consisting of new Dark Arts followers, and those deatheaters who escaped Azkaban when their master fell. Now these 'Shadowstalkers' have started to act, all claiming to be doing their will for one man, Lord Secutus.

In the warm summer night, a faint 'pop,' could be heard, followed by another. All was still and quiet again. Unless you intently focused on the dark shadowy spot underneath a couple of trees in the centre of this London street square, you would have never noticed the two young adults that now stood stock-still, making sure there was nobody watching them.

Carefully Harry and Ginny stepped out of the shadows and marching, with their heads down, but senses alert, they headed to where the walls of the wrongly-numbered 11 and 13 met; but to them, it wasn't just a blank wall, to them it was another house, Number 12, Grimmauld Place.

Inside Harry continued his fast march through the dark, badly-lit hall, keeping his head down, Ginny trotting behind him. That hall had too many memories. He averted his eyes from the umbrella stand that would of usually been knocked over by Tonks, or the spot where he first saw his Godfather, Sirius, for the first time. He hated the fact that he had to come here, he hated that he owned the house, because that was caused by the number one reason he hated coming here, he hated the fact that this house once belonged to his dead Godfather, Sirius. But he knew that it was the perfect Headquarters.

Once in the kitchen he felt happier, it was still the same kitchen as it was when Sirius was alive, but now it was clean, and every surface was shining, with a warm fire, and a bouncing, whistling Kreacher.

Only Mr. Weasley, Percy, George and Bill were there, with Fleur bobbing in and out of the room wanting to know everything that was happening, but not wanting their three year old daughter, Victoire, to be anyway near, as this was the first business meeting the Order of the Pheonix since Voldemort had died, and that meant trouble.

The men were too involved in their work to greet them properly, instead Ginny and Harry both got a brief nod. Harry started as Ginny squealed excitedly and ran over the fireplace; he was even more shocked when he saw the head of Luna Lovegood sticking out of the fireplace, radish earrings and all.

"Have I missed anything?" she asked with a simple smile.

"No, Harry and I have just arrived, Ron and Hermione should be coming shortly, McGonagall and Neville aren't coming, and I don't think Kingsley can make it because it would look suspicious if the Minister of Magic kept vanishing for secret meetings... but he might come to the first few," Ginny blabbered happily, as she knelt down in front of the fire. "So how is Africa? I haven't seen you in ages, I hope you are having a good time."

"Oh yes, it is quite exciting looking after all these endangered magical animals, though it was quite hard finding a fireplace," Luna's dazed voice continued. "But it sounded important in your owl."
Ginny nodded furiously, "A Who-Kn... Voldemort copy-cat, nothing serious, I hope, as long as we track him down in time."

Harry noticed that Ginny, and most of the magical population, still had trouble saying Voldemort, though he didn't know why; he was dead, there was nothing to be frightened of, the name Voldemort couldn't do any harm. He sighed, then nervously looked round as the angry voice of Hermione Granger carried from the hall.

"... not talking about it here Ron, just drop it! No!" A flustered Hermione stormed in, tried to compose herself, and stood by Ginny, as a purple-eared Ron joined his brothers.

Harry raised an eyebrow to Ginny, but she just shrugged and shook her head, aware of the tension in the room; everyone that could come was here, the meeting would now begin.

Fleur stood at the door, keeping one eye on her daughter, while the other was on the meeting. Mr. Weasley stood up and cleared his throat. Harry thought he noticed him glance over nervously, but Harry thought he must of imagined it.

"We could not gather alot of information about these, 'Shadowstalkers,' and Lord Secutus," Mr Weasley began. Harry was glad that this Lord Secutus was getting called by his real name.

Mr Weasley continued, "But we did get a request from them, and were unable to trace it; they asked for..." he trailed off, he glanced at Harry again, Harry was sure. A tense silence started to smother the room, eventually Harry couldn't bear it.

"What do they want?" he asked.

Mr Weasley, who had been trying to keep his eyes away from Harry in-between glances, sadly looked over to him.

"You."

03-05-2008, 08:11 PM	#1 (permalink)
SazMarie Bundimun Join Date: Jan 2008 Posts: 41 Hogwarts RPG Name: Josie Harris First Year	The Next Wizard War - Sa13+ Hey this is my first fan-fic so I want to know the honest truth, okay? It has been five years since the Battle of Hogwarts, scars have started to heal, and although the death and sorrows are all but forgetton, hope and peace has started to blossom, making the Wizarding World a joyous place once more. But now, it seems that a wizard of the Dark Arts has seen the relaxed Wizarding World as weak, and unprepared, and following in Voldemort's footsteps, has started gathering followers, consisting of new Dark Arts followers, and those deatheaters who escaped Azkaban when their master fell. Now these 'Shadowstalkers' have started to act, all claiming to be doing their will for one man, Lord Secutus. In the warm summer night, a faint 'pop,' could be heard, followed by another. All was still and quiet again. Unless you intently focused on the dark shadowy spot underneath a couple of trees in the centre of this London street square, you would have never noticed the two young adults that now stood stock-still, making sure there was nobody watching them. Carefully Harry and Ginny stepped out of the shadows and marching, with their heads down, but senses alert, they headed to where the walls of the wrongly-numbered 11 and 13 met; but to them, it wasn't just a blank wall, to them it was another house, Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Inside Harry continued his fast march through the dark, badly-lit hall, keeping his head down, Ginny trotting behind him. That hall had too many memories. He averted his eyes from the umbrella stand that would of usually been knocked over by Tonks, or the spot where he first saw his Godfather, Sirius, for the first time. He hated the fact that he had to come here, he hated that he owned the house, because that was caused by the number one reason he hated coming here, he hated the fact that this house once belonged to his dead Godfather, Sirius. But he knew that it was the perfect Headquarters. Once in the kitchen he felt happier, it was still the same kitchen as it was when Sirius was alive, but now it was clean, and every surface was shining, with a warm fire, and a bouncing, whistling Kreacher. Only Mr. Weasley, Percy, George and Bill were there, with Fleur bobbing in and out of the room wanting to know everything that was happening, but not wanting their three year old daughter, Victoire, to be anyway near, as this was the first business meeting the Order of the Pheonix since Voldemort had died, and that meant trouble. The men were too involved in their work to greet them properly, instead Ginny and Harry both got a brief nod. Harry started as Ginny squealed excitedly and ran over the fireplace; he was even more shocked when he saw the head of Luna Lovegood sticking out of the fireplace, radish earrings and all. "Have I missed anything?" she asked with a simple smile. "No, Harry and I have just arrived, Ron and Hermione should be coming shortly, McGonagall and Neville aren't coming, and I don't think Kingsley can make it because it would look suspicious if the Minister of Magic kept vanishing for secret meetings... but he might come to the first few," Ginny blabbered happily, as she knelt down in front of the fire. "So how is Africa? I haven't seen you in ages, I hope you are having a good time." "Oh yes, it is quite exciting looking after all these endangered magical animals, though it was quite hard finding a fireplace," Luna's dazed voice continued. "But it sounded important in your owl." Ginny nodded furiously, "A Who-Kn... Voldemort copy-cat, nothing serious, I hope, as long as we track him down in time." Harry noticed that Ginny, and most of the magical population, still had trouble saying Voldemort, though he didn't know why; he was dead, there was nothing to be frightened of, the name Voldemort couldn't do any harm. He sighed, then nervously looked round as the angry voice of Hermione Granger carried from the hall. "... not talking about it here Ron, just drop it! No!" A flustered Hermione stormed in, tried to compose herself, and stood by Ginny, as a purple-eared Ron joined his brothers. Harry raised an eyebrow to Ginny, but she just shrugged and shook her head, aware of the tension in the room; everyone that could come was here, the meeting would now begin. Fleur stood at the door, keeping one eye on her daughter, while the other was on the meeting. Mr. Weasley stood up and cleared his throat. Harry thought he noticed him glance over nervously, but Harry thought he must of imagined it. "We could not gather alot of information about these, 'Shadowstalkers,' and Lord Secutus," Mr Weasley began. Harry was glad that this Lord Secutus was getting called by his real name. Mr Weasley continued, "But we did get a request from them, and were unable to trace it; they asked for..." he trailed off, he glanced at Harry again, Harry was sure. A tense silence started to smother the room, eventually Harry couldn't bear it. "What do they want?" he asked. Mr Weasley, who had been trying to keep his eyes away from Harry in-between glances, sadly looked over to him. "You." Last edited by SazMarie : 04-13-2008 at 08:01 PM.