How are they gonna get out of this one?

I only saw a couple of places where I would have added a comma but no other grammar errors were in sight.


Seriously, they went up against some nasties. but knowing you, I'm sure they got some clever way of getting away. Can't wait to read more, m'love.

Hey Ottery, dear!

I'm loving the recap, this is such a busy fic and this is a good thing! Can't wait to see how it all comes together.

Ahahahahaha! Well then I guess she can after all.

The Wall indeed. hehe

'Mione can definitely hold her own, I love it. It's also only right that Ron is there to back her up.

Whoa. Harry's temper really got away with him if he was about to use that spell. Not that Bella doesn't deserve it.

My bets are on Harry. He doesn't really want to kill her after all.

Good rule.

She really does have a way with people, huh?

Eeeeeeeee cliffhanger!

You need to come update and relieve the suspense. And

I'm watching, always watching.

Maybe I'll post tomorrow ... it's just that ... well ... *can't say* and I'm having a lot of trouble with the next scene after the one I can post ... HELP! I need somebody help, no not just anybody help you know I need someone HELP!



First the graphix



Prongs.RJGirl: Hey Tina ... I haven't even begun to torture our heroes but that's what makes them heroic, no? Their ability to overcome their adversities. Yup ... but don't worry Neville saves the day ... d'oh no wait I didn't say that ...



*Flower* : I hope you've stood up by now Thea, because the edge of your seat is a dangerous place to sit neways, my next post doesn't uncliffiefy this post so ... sorry



HannahLongbottom: I cannot tell you if they're going to get out of this or how ... OMG! Thank you for the compliments you are a love ♥ I'm a kitty when I'm not an otter ...



hermionesclone: Kita I cannot divulge anything ... I'm starting to wonder why I bother replying if I can't tell you all anything it's because I love you all but thank you for the compliments ... and uhm, as a good fic writer you have to understand my next post doesn't undo this cliffie LOL sorry but then what would you all have to come back for? I'm glad you laughed ... I like throwing in humor in between the darkness because life's funny you know?



KellyBear: *OMGSPAZZATTACKRANDOMLINKPOSTHERE* there ... now that I got that out of my hair ...


Seriously everyone is asking me that one I can't tell you all ... just yet ...



Lissydove: recaps are love and with my stories you really do need them. I want to be new-reader friendly all the time ...

Hermione CAN definitely hold her own. Ron is love though because he loves her ... *aaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwww* *dies*

Harry is still angry with Bellatrix for having killed Sirius hence the whole ... but the spell wouldn't have worked because ... or maybe it would have ... remember Ootp? You have to mean it.



I will update soon ... like tomorrow maybe ... just didn't want you all thinking I had jumped off a cliff or something ... go read my oneshot for now, no? It needs comment love ♥ please. *begsandgivesyouallthepoutandtheotteryeyes*

Chapter: When you get caught between the moon and New York City

The Zeppelin flying over New York City

To say that he was comfortable would have been an understatement.

To get Ottery to say it … well, it would be easier to capture sunlight in a jar.

The accommodations Angel’s servant had shown him to on the airship Arceus were spectacular, to say the least. The rooms were the size of a house, composed of a waiting room, two bathrooms, a bedroom, a kitchen, a dinning area and outside of the bedroom the entrance to the long balcony, the section of which was portioned off by a small iron fence with a gate on either side.

The long balcony was a large wooden platform that went around all of the upper rooms of the airship where the passengers could walk around. The room’s walls were decorated with fine paintings, Rembrandts, Renoirs, Reubens and Titians, all of them among Ottery’s favorite artists.

The kitchen was well stocked with foods from around the world, and what’s more it contained some of Ottery’s favorite delights, among them shrimp and lobster, loads of chocolate in it‘s many forms, organic milk unpasturized, canollies and candies from all over the globe.

No expense had been spared, but then again, Ottery well knew, Angel could afford every expense.

“I should be thankful that I’m alive,” Ottery told himself, “I should be thankful that I’m alive,” he repeated, as he sat in a pink marble tub covered in soap and sudsy bath water letting his tired bones and muscles soak in the heat. “I am not a basilisk, I AM grateful that I’m alive.”

He sighed.

“Oh it’s no use. I hate you Angel!” he yelled into what he believed to be an empty bathroom.

“Hate is such a harsh word, Ottery. Surely, you don’t mean to say such a thing to your old” here the boy paused to think of an appropriate metaphor, “sparring partner,” the boy ended, smiling as he walked into the room wearing only a towel around his waist.

“Old? You’re a kid compared to me.”

Angel merely laughed.

“And who said, we were done sparring?” Ottery replied acidly.

“My sentiments exactly, Ottery, old chum,” the boy remarked as he sat at the edge of the tub and let his fingers trail a course through the water.

Ottery threw his bright yellow rubber ducky at the boy but missed and cursed for it, even as Angel laughed.

“C’mon, Otts, let me in. There’s room enough for two,” Angel teased.

“It’s a tub the size of a baseball field,” Ottery exclaimed, for indeed it was, shaped as it was like grapes on a vine of which Ottery’s small tub was only a portion, “But that doesn’t mean there’s room enough for the both of us.”

“Fine Ottery, be that way,” Angel remarked splashing water at the boy’s face. “Be angry at me for saving your worthless hide, when your own best friend wouldn’t come. It’s not my fault you can’t stay out of trouble. It‘s just my fault you‘re still alive,” with those words Angel stood up and started walking away.

With those words stinging his heart Ottery wondered if perhaps he hadn’t been wrong to be angry at Angel for saving his life, for being his enemy … or whatever it is they were to one another now after all their history. Games of spies, games of cat and mouse, games of … hadn’t they all just been games?

As Ottery was about to exclaim something he watched Angel pull the towel off and wrap it around his neck like a tie. He stepped out the door leaving Ottery blushing in the bath water.

“He’s an infuriating as and I don’t like him!” the boy reminded himself again and again.

Ottery had the worst luck in friends, especially with characters like Angel who drove him nuts, and Teddy who was perpetually nuts and trying to get Ottery into trouble or death whichever one was easier.

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Uh, i haven't posted in ages!
I wuv your other one-shot!
That chapter was amazing!!!!

Wow! I love the sound of the airship! It sounds so cool! And the sound of the food! Wow! I love the bath tub as well! Otty's so lucky! Aw! Otty has a bright yellow ribber duckie! Wonder where Teddy is? Hm... Great post! Loved it! Can't wait for more!
Kita

Angel is such a card! He thinks he has Ottery just where he wants him. I hope Ottery can pull a good one on him! "HELP! I need somebody help, no not just anybody help you know I need someone HELP!"
I love the Beetles! I love your posts too, hope to be reading more soon.

OK, so I'm playing Pokemon Indigo, too. I noticed you signed on for me; you're such a love.

Hm, seems like there is a lot of history between Ottery and Angel. So far, I don't see any reason why Ottery would be so upset, after all, Angel did save his life...unless there was a serious betrayal or maybe a broken heart in there somewhere? Hm....

Well as long as you promise that you and Teddy have got the situation under control, then it's ok.

You're welcome on the compliments, you deserve them!

Angel certainly is cheeky! *averts eyes* Bravo again.

Have you seen the Teddy Lupin comps? I'm hosting

Random Teddy Fact: According to Einstein's theory of relativity, Chuck Norris can actually roundhouse kick you yesterday.

Short replies then the post you've all been waiting for ... THEN another long wait Sorry, y'all I'm still working on what follows. This was originally going to appear later in flashback but ... the events following this post made it somewhat ... uhm, impossible. Yeah, because by the time I got around to interjecting this flashback it really wouldn't have mattered ... [*/is purposely vague]

That said ... Random Teddy Fact: Science Fact: Roundhouse kicks are comprised primarily of an element called Chucktanium.

LilyLunaGinnyPotter: Thank you but Did you know ... Random Teddy Fact: Hellen Keller's favorite color is Chuck Norris.


hermionesclone: Kita, I don't know about Otty being lucky just yet ... as for Teddy he's ... well he'll be in the upcoming posts let's just say. Until then, Kita, I leave you with this Random Teddy Fact: Chuck Norris roundhouse kicks don't really kill people. They wipe out their entire existence from the space-time continuum.

Connie: Connie if Angel were a card he'd be ... the King of Hearts? or a knave you decide, later But for now ... oh you know what's coming ... Random Teddy Fact: Chuck Norris did in fact, build Rome in a day.

KellyBear: Random Teddy Fact: When J. Robert Oppenheimer said "I am become death, the destroyer Of worlds", He was not referring to the atomic bomb. He was referring to the Chuck Norris halloween costume he was wearing.

HannahLongbottom: Hey Hannah, I'm still working on my entry but ... Random Teddy Fact: Fear is not the only emotion Chuck Norris can smell. He can also detect hope, as in "I hope I don't get a roundhouse kick from Chuck Norris."

♥ Chuck Norris Loves this fic Honest! ♥

Chapter: Chuck Norris is Dumbledore! <<<Don't look unless you want a spoiler.

Ron’s body lay on the floor convulsing as invisible knives cut his skin again and again not deep enough to inflict major damage but not so close to the skin as to only sting. Luna’s eyes pleaded with the werewolf boy to stop and his smile seemed to weaken as he caught her gaze and he said, “Finite Incantatem,” if somewhat reluctantly.

Hermione lay on her knees on the street, her hair in her face and on her face a tired look but in her eyes a fire of utter defiance. Bellatrix laughed. The girl’s spark of bravado incensed her but, she admired it as well.

“You … you can’t … you won’t get away … with this,” Hermione exclaimed, “There’ll … be … others.”

“Stop it you vicious witch!” Harry yelled at the top of his lungs.

Ginny for her part had her eyes closed to everything, she was silently mumbling something over and over again.

“What’s with this little one? Saying her prayers is she?” the Death Eater, a Cornelius Gracewell, taunted.

“I’d rather think you’d be doing that,” Ginny answered him opening her eyes. She wiped her sweaty brow and shoved one of her brother’s wet start firecrackers in the Death Eaters pants.

“What did you do you filthy little …” as the man fished around for it he let her go and throwing a few at the puddles on the ground she grabbed his wand and would have fired it off but

“Expelliarmus,” another Death Eater cried.

Ginny grabbed her hand which stung.

Cornelius screamed as the firecracker went off in his pants, the others started hopping around trying to avoid them and Bellatrix made the mistake of trying to make them stop thereby multiplying them. A cacophony of sound and light emblazoned the streets. Dragons and sprites flew through the air popping and exploding into starry nights and exploding rainbows, a thousand tiny super novas whistling and taunting the Death Eaters. The distraction was enough that Harry slammed both his heels on the Wall’s feet and that as anyone whose had it done to them can attest was very painful. Screaming he released the boy who grabbed Hermione.

“Come on Granger, we’re not done yet,” he said and helped her to her feet. He screamed out in a moment and fell on the ground as Fenrir tore his back with his claws.

Luna walked up to the werewolf boy and slapped him hard across the face. He looked at her ashamed. But another Death Eater slapped Luna back knocking her to the ground.

“Enough of this!” Bellatrix yelled. “Kill everyone of them except Potter! The Dark Lord wants him!”

“Just what I wanted to hear,” Fenrir exclaimed transforming fully into a werewolf before Hermione’s eyes. She screamed in terror and bending down next to Harry pulled him closer to her trying to get him away from the creature.

“Enough indeed,” a voice rang out in the night.

The sky trembled as dark clouds parted and a lightning bolt crashed down into the middle of the street tearing it apart creating a crater like a broken eggshell. “How dare you come after my students,” rang a familiar voice all of the children recognized.

At the start of every term its kind, gravelly tones welcomed them to Hogwarts and pressed on them the values of a good education but, never, as stern as that voice might become had they heard it so wrought with anger.

The fireworks cease sparking and the boy, for indeed he was not yet a man, holding Ginny Weasley by her hair let her go. He fell to the floor asleep stung by a buzzing mechanical bee.

“It’s Dumbledore,” another Death Eater exclaimed. The one who had been spelled by Bellatrix before with the Cruciatus curse. He was next to fall suddenly bound in magical ropes that appeared from nowhere.

“Don’t just stand there fools, do something!” Bellatrix exclaimed, firing fiendfyre.

Dumbledore batted the spell aside with ease, where it struck the ground flowers appeared. Where Maxie Zeus the werewolf boy stood the ground beneath his feet began to tremble and break apart. A giant arm made of stone lifted Ron and Luna in it’s grasp and it grew up out of the ground away from the Death Eaters. The werewolf boy gave Dumbledore a sheepish grin and ran away into shadows.

Spells began to fly from the remaining Death Eaters and Dumbledore swatted them aside easily, rebounded them, or merely made them disappear.

“You can tell your master that if he dares to strike at my students again I will come after him myself,” Dumbledore roared.

“You’re an old man, you are, wizard,” Fenrir replied. “You can stop our spells but you can’t …” before he could finish he fell to the floor stunned.

“Who fights and runs lives to fight another day,” the Wall said as he disapparated.

“No, you do not,” Dumbledore exclaimed casting a spell to render apparating impossible. Still it was too late, the Wall had escaped.

“Bellatrix, you were such a promising student … I’ve always thought it a pity that you ended up this way.”

“Yes, well, I always thought it a pity I couldn’t kill you,” and she fired another killing curse which Dumbledore deflected with a car.

Cornelius grabbing his crotch lifted his wand but fell to the ground as Ginny slammed the back of his head with a tire iron. The Death Eater fell to the ground knocked out.

“Accio wands,” Dumbledore exclaimed and the children’s wands returned to their respective users. “You are outnumbered Bellatrix.”

“And you’re an honorable old fool, Dumbledore,” she exclaimed holding Hermione by the throat Harry lying on the floor bleeding looking at her with helpless eyes trying to think of a spell to hurt the Death Eater without hurting Hermione.

Out of nowhere aurors started to step out of shadows, first Kingsley Shacklebolt, flanked at his side by his partner Tonks, then Mr. Weasley, and members of the Order of the Phoenix as well, Hagrid, Remus Lupin and Nicholas Black.

“‘Arry,” the tall lumbering half giant exclaimed running to pick up the boy. He helped him to his feet as Bellatrix backed away with Hermione. “‘Don’t you ‘urt ‘Ermione you vicious …”

“Oh shut it you blathering idiot,” Bellatrix said sending a stunning spell at Hagrid. Being half giant, however the spell had little enough effect.

“No one do anything,” Dumbledore’s voice commanded.

Tonks, Ginny noted, was suddenly curiously absent.

“Ginny love,” her father said suddenly whisking her into his arms, “Your mother is going to kill you,” and with those words Mrs. Weasley appeared bawling from a side street.

“Tell me to wait it out, not when my babies are … oh, Ginny,” she cried tears of joy and sadness rushing down her face. “Where’s Ronald, and Harry … Luna …” It broke Harry’s heart to hear her wailing voice like a mother whose lost all her children.

“You’re not getting out of this Bellatrix,” Dumbledore warned.

“But that’s where you’re horribly wrong old man,” she said, as she stood next to a man hole, peeping out of a hole in the man hole was a little pink mouse.

What happened next happened quickly. Bellatrix dropped a night bomb which exploded enshrouding everything in darkest night, Tonks transformed and pulled Hermione away from the witch who fired a killing curse and Bellatrix disappeared down the man hole.

“Lumos maximus!” Dumbledore exclaimed and the darkest night was replaced with the moonlight and the soft shinning beam from the end of his wand.

“Where’s my little Ronniekins, where’s my Ronald?” Mrs. Weasley cried hysterically.

“He’s all right Molly,” Dumbledore assured her, causing the giant stone arm that had come up out of the ground to fall back into the earth. Ron lay there his head resting on Luna’s legs bleeding slowly but breathing steadily. Luna had a black eye and her mouth was bleeding, her wand behind one ear.

Mrs. Weasley ran to his side immediately and she started to tend to his wounds.

“Are you all right, Hermione?” Tonks asked her. Hagrid took Harry closer to her.

“Yes, Hermione how are you?”

The girl whose defiant eyes had faced down death saw the broken glasses and the hurt on her best mates face. “Re.. re … reparo.” She said and Harry’s glasses were new again.

“I guess that means …” but before Harry could finish she had flung herself into his arms in an embrace and she was crying unashamedly and though her arms were wrapped so tight they touched the gashes on Harry’s back he said nothing silently thankful that his friends had all made it out alive, yet again.



*ahem* And on that note ... or rather this one: Random Teddy Fact: What’s known as the UFC, or Ultimate Fighting Championship, doesn’t use its full name, which happens to be “Ultimate Fighting Championship, Non-Chuck-Norris-Division”. I leave you, to return again one hopes, someday, with a new post

The deadline has been extended until Midnight GMT, 25th October, so you've got pleanty of time to get your entry in

Favourite bit:


*wonders if she should admit the she has not got the foggiest who Chuck Norris might be*

Another breathtakeing post! Your talent does justice to your wonderful imagination! Isn't Harry great? I would pass out if my back had been ripped open and the hugging too. But Harry's use to pain isn't he? And as far as I can tell, I really can't say Angel is a knave exactly, and he's careful not to show where his heart is , so I wouldn't say he's the King of Hearts either, so maybe he's the Ace in the hole, simply there when you need him. You had best decide, cause only you know what you've got up your sleeve. I know your busy, but, I hope you can post soon.

Sorry, i haven't posted in ages!!!! Great posts, the two. Can't wait for more!!!
The part about Hermone hugging Harry was so sweet!! Awww!
PAMS!!

XOXO,
Tina.

So, the question is...

If the train bit is the exciting part, how on earth will I survive it?

And thanks to you, I'm now crushing on Dumbledore. Sheesh!

Well, he is a snappy dresser

Wow, love, that was an exciting rollercoaster ride. I can't wait for more.

I blame it on the Ten-foot Tall Te-e-e-e-e-eacher! And evil old geezers who hate procrastination...:hack:...They're the reason why I missed so many updates But they can't keep me away now well, for the week end at least

I come baring replies:

Yes he is.

[QUOTE=OtterySt.Catchpole;8618639]
“If that’s how you want to play it Bellatrix,” Harry said angrily taking his wand out. “Avada K--” Ginny slapped Harry, hard across the face, then proceeded to fire a hex at Bellatrix.[QUOTE]

Harry!! *slaps*

Go Luna


OhMcGee! I love how smart that is! but then they were stupid Ah, well :nervous:


Ginnny!

Hmmm, sparing partner indeed? *zooms in*

:/ Don't tell me Otts took a game so seriously!


Aw! *pets*
I imagine Teddy-in-teddy-form to look like Kon-in-teddy-form from Bleach Am I right? Or is he cuddlier in teddy-form?



ROOOON! NOOOOOOOOOOO! *sprawls on the floor beside him* Are you okay???? Luna? Are you okay???? Nooooooo! *attacks Wolfie*

Go Ginny! I can't believe how you can mix suspense and comedy like this IT'S TOO AWESOME!

I think I love the twins more than I did before <3

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! Dumbledore!


Why do I feel like Maxie and DD know each other?

Ah Nicholas...

This is so Mr. Weasley Though, prehaps in a less life-threatening situation

*melts* Too cute


Yush, new posts are love <333

YAY!!! I caught up on this one too

I love that you names the Ship Arcaes!! POKEMON!! i love Pokemon

Great Updates! I am looking forward to finding out who this Angel person really is..

Hello Dear Readers,

I don't know how to say this but it isn't working out between us. It isn't you, it's me ... I've started seeing Rupert and he's ...

Just kidding everyone. No. I have not forgotten Human Nature, nor have I ignored it, nor is it going to disappear and fade into the background. Though unfortunately that's exactly what's happened. I was trying to finish up Love in the time of Whooping Cough in order to focus all my attentions on this fic and then I decided to write a Christmas fic which I will start in a few days ... link later and I've been concentrating very hard on Love's Whooping and ignoring Human Nature. Which isn't to say I haven't got 15 pages written up they just need to be beta'ed.



I'll be posting the next post in a few days ... let's call it Book 2 of this story shall we? With another recap so that everyone is on the same page. I'm hoping you're all still reading. I will be back with what I hope will be the very most exciting everest greatest posts EVER in the universe ever. Wish me luck, no? And if you're interested to know what happened in book 7 at Hogwarts while the trio were away, go here: In the fire forged the author's really good, I know I just caught up with the fic myself.

So ...

Aww Ottery, of course I'm still reading. I'll wait till you post next, even if you post a year later, cuz I just love your stories and I know you'll give me fabulous.
Love,
Tina.

See, Otts, that's why I only have one story on the go at once! Hundreds of other ideas in development, but only one on the go.

Seriously though you just have to concentrate on the one that has your juices flowing We'll all be here when you post again

There are in this world, people who can start reading a book, and not finish reading it. There are also people who start watching a movie, and not finish watching it. On both counts I don't see how they can do that. It drives me crazy if I miss the ending! You better know that you'll see me waiting here daily watching patiently for your next post.: I'm excited for you to be able to do all this writing, cause it's obvious you have a passion for it. I want to check it out to see what it's all about. Are the stories in a forum that we can follow along in? What name are you writing under so I can support you? I mean we probably can't post to them, but, would it help to know your fans are there? I just want to help if there's anyway that can be done. I don't have any doubts that you have the talent to win it. Good luck, and good luck with all your writing endeavors. And when you do get back to "Human Nature" um the story that is, I'm anxious to read your updates, just cause you make them so fun! Catch ya later.

AN: Replies after this post ... I'm sorry I got distracted with Whooping Love I'm still going to keep updating it and I've started on the Christmas fic, while thinking/plotting my Nanowrimo idea in my head. Writing anything down would be cheating I think ... unless it doesn't count towards the word count but really with everything else I'm writing I don't have the time Thank you all for sticking with this story ... here goes everything!

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Chapter: So, take a look at me now, well there’s just an empty space, and there’s nothing left here to remind me just the memory of your face …

It was a dismal day.

The skies above the city were painted every shade of gray imaginable with just enough white to create contrast, it threatened to rain, but whether out of stubbornness or the general lethargy that seemed to permeate the air, the clouds would not let fall a drop of precipitation. The wind, blowing chilly, bit with a cold that had arrived early for the year; summer was not officially gone though you would not have known it to look at the weather.

Everyone seemed in a surly mood. Despite spending the whole summer at the Burrow, Harry did not feel at all well or happy, however much he would miss the place. Neither did Hermione or Ron. Mrs. Weasley looked like a mother hen tending her brood, she did not want to be parted from any of her family for any length of time and the prospect of sending her two youngest back to Hogwarts with what had happened before and throughout the summer showed clearly in the lines of worry on her face. Bill and Fleur were the only ones who looked normal and even remotely happy to be anywhere but they were so busy sneaking glances at each other and holding hands and kissing that it seemed surreal, as if they were muggles lost in the wizarding world completely unaware of the dark days surrounding them.

The ministry had sent cars and aurors despite Harry’s initial refusal. Rufus Scrimgeour would hear none of it. Perhaps because of this and a few other discussions they had had over the summer Harry felt the ministry, Scrimgeours’ Ministry, were his enemies even though they shared a common foe.

In the end Harry only relented because of his fear of the Weasley’s being targeted after the incident in the café. Scrimgeour had taken it as the first of what he hoped would be many more victories to come on that front.

The fact remained, Voldemort had it out for Harry Potter. The boy had gotten a howler that revealed as much before exploding and almost destroying the Burrow. The exploding missive had been followed in the weeks after with attacks targeting Harry’s friends, a case of Voldemort clearly taunting him to come out and fight. Tonks and Shacklebolt had had to answer ministry calls to false attacks and burglaries only to be ambushed by large squads of Death Eaters. It had happened three times over the course of the summer. Lupin had gone missing along with that boy Nicholas, no word on either of them. Harry still did not believe the boy to be Sirius’ son but was he a Death Eater? Things were bleak.

Now school was resuming and Harry did not feel like Hogwarts was still the bastion of safety that it had been before.

The only thing that had been Harry’s joy was Professor Dumbledore’s new openness where before he had been so secretive about what to reveal to Harry, thinking him too young. Over the course of the summer Dumbledore had taken the boy aside to give him private lessons. It was during these lessons in both magic and recent magical history that Harry came to understand his enemy, who Tom Riddle had been.

Still, something had changed with everyone since the attack … summers usually spent together playing quidditch matches behind the house, or swimming on the lake had given way to house patrols and curfews and those things that made summer so lovely had been fewer and more awkward than ever. Harry had retreated into himself taking the blame for the events at the café and secretly lying awake nights plotting his vengeance against Bellatrix Lestrange; he had never forgiven her for taking Sirius from him, the fact that she was responsible for Hermione‘s torture and Ron‘s only made him more thirsty for vengeance.

It was in this mindset that Harry arrived in London. He sat quietly in the middle of the car, he was not allowed a window seat for fear of snipers, staring straight ahead at what was coming. He could see nothing. The cars arrived at Kings Crossing and as Harry stepped out onto the sidewalk all he could think about was how much he wanted to run away from everyone. He was the one Voldemort was after. No one else need be in any danger.

“Well, we’re here,” Mrs. Weasley said, what everyone knew she had really meant was that they had arrived safely but that last word, while often thought, was no longer spoken.

“I guess,” Harry said, smiling weakly. In seconds, he was flanked by men in black robes wearing sunglasses and magic white earphones. Harry almost laughed. If the Minister of Magic had been trying for subtlety he had sorely failed. But Harry knew that Scrimgeour was no fool, even as another realization dawned, the aurors were not simply protecting Harry they were also using him as bait to lure Voldemort out.

“Bleeding coward,” Harry said aloud as he realized what had been going on. They were using him, and the Weasleys and Hermione by association, as the most enticing bait, like setting French cheese on a trap to attract a connoisseur mouse.

“I’m sorry dear, what?” Mrs. Weasley asked hurried and worried by what she had not heard.

“Harry is everything all right?” Hermione asked noticing her best mates sudden reaction.

“Fine.” He said coldly, “Everything is fine and dandy.” Hermione recognized his attitude from the year before, arrogance, petulance, and an unquestionable self assurance in the unfailing nature of his actions. It worried her. “When I’m not being a target for madmen I’m playing bait for the ministry.” Harry took Hedwig’s cage in spite of the aurors offering to take the cage and he made his way into the train station causing his personal guard to run after him.

Ron gave Hermione a puzzled look then Hermione offered to explain what had just happened. Everyone else had not made the connection as well, except Mr. Weasley whose face seemed to say to Hermione, “I told them this would not be a good idea. Now it’s gone and blown up in our faces.”


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Aww, poor Harry!!!! He's still brave, though!!! Loved this post, you rock Otts!!!!
Love,
Tina.

The skies above the city were painted every shade of gray imaginable with just enough white to create contrast, it threatened to rain, but whether out of stubbornness or the general lethargy that seemed to permeate the air, the clouds would not let fall a drop of precipitation. The wind, blowing chilly, bit with a cold that had arrived early for the year; summer was not officially gone though you would not have known it to look at the weather.
Wonderful description. It also seems to describe Harrys' outlook on his life.
“Bleeding coward,” Harry said aloud as he realized what had been going on. They were using him, and the Weasleys and Hermione by association, as the most enticing bait, like setting French cheese on a trap to attract a connoisseur mouse.
Looks like a storm brewing. This is gonna be good!
Great post. O.k. I'm off to work on a special project of my own.

OMG! I can't believe i missed so much! Bad Kita! I'm really sorry! Here's my comments for the posts i missed:

Haha! I loved the line Ginny said before putting the firecrackers down the Death Eaters' trousers! That was so funny! And then Bellatrix multiplying it was the icing on a cake! I'm so glad Dumbledore and the Order came! I can't believe Bellatrix escaped, though! Aw! "Ronniekins" Hope everyone is ok! The hug at the end was cute!

Wow! I love the description on the first paragraph! Aw! Poor Harry! Poor Weasleys and Hermione! Wow! Silly Death Eaters! Poor Harry! Wonder if the Ministry is actually using him as bait? Hm...

Great posts! Loved them! Can't wait for more!
Kita
PS: Sorry i didn't reply for a long time!

Woot! I actually know that song!

Awesome description!!! I love it!

I love it, I love it, I love it! What more can I say? Your descriptions are top notch and your characterization of Harry seems pretty spot on to me I LOVE IT!