"Your guess is as good as mine- er what was your name again?" Saharea asked still thinking

Paper airplanes flew over London city that night, no matter to where they were landing next to, not minding if a muggle saw them. The people just saw them, and ocasionally read them, and on top of all owls were everywhere. Still the most unnusual happening was an owl closely followed by a figure in what seemed a flying broomstick. Many muggles didn't sleep that night...

At that moment Harry walked in to the hall way of Grimmauld place he leaned his broomstick against the wall and walked in to the living and sat out on the sofa and sighed in exhaustion.

Sahara looked up and saw Hary, "Where have you been?"

Just as Harry was settling Sahara's owl, Memory, who Ron has send with an owl just some minutes ago, returned from the same window it has left and placed itself on Harry's shoulder presenting him with a letter. The envelope told: Harry Potter, Grimauld Place, on the Hall couch -- the letters were just forming.

ooc-Are you opening it, Harry?

Harry opened had just shut his eyes. He felt tapping on his shoulder 'oh no ,no,no,no please don't tell me i 'm at the Dursleys again'he thought .He opened his eyes to find an owl tapping him on the glasses with it's talon. "hey sahara's owl"Harry exclaimed. He removed the parchment from the owl's grip, tore it open and read...

ooc-what does the letter say

... This simple message:

Plataform 9 3/4


ooc--- OK, so it's monotonous and it's strange and unnecesarily dramatic but I HAD to do it ^^

ooc- lol! Dramatic very

OOC: So, ummh, you got the letter with the message, I can't think of anything else: you tell what you do! Honestly, are you continueing with this rp?

ooc- maybe not seems like it's falling a part and no one's responding

ooc: Sorry guys my computer hasn't been working properly. Is there something my character can do?

OCC: Well, do whatever you like honestly. Weren't you descguised as Ginny? Why don't you try to use that?


Ron's figure flew all the way to someplace only he knew... The storm of paper won't fade, the Ministry can't do a thing about it. All said the same:

81997 762259,
9,75 365465 21:00
8-31-1991 -3 = X

He knew he was consumed. There was not turning back now. How ridiculous could life he to push him to this circumstances?

Cara/Ginny saw Ron and said in an inocent, casual voice. "Anything I can help you with, bro?" She looked in a mirror to make sure the potion didn't wear off yet.

~

Back at Malfoy manor, Amie had finally been able to preform Legiments on Cara. It had worn her out, but they were finally connected. She had found out the following things that Cara kept hidden from everyone, even her master:

1. Cara did not want to be a Death Eater, at all.
2. Cara was thinking of a way to er... destroy the new Dark Lord.
3. Cara was going to attempt to free Amie later that night.
4. She is thinking she is going mad or has mental/social issues.

Well, that girl needs serious help, thought Amie. She concentrated really hard, and turned into a swan. The ropes that bound her fell off. She attempted to fly out the window, but a shock of pain went throughout her body and she fainted, and turned back into a human at the same time.

OOC: Ron was in the air, flying, not in a place where you can talk to him; in GP is Sahara, Harry, Cara... umh... and whoever else I don't remember =P. By the way, check again, I edited the message because I got something wrong. Sorry. This is now the definitive. Now to try your detective skills!


One figure landed and stood, solitary, in the middle of one dark place. Due to the storm the place was deserted. Moreover, you could hardly walk with the papers in the floor flooding like a river; it was getting each time worst. The guy got his wand at ready and waited; 'he should be here any moment', it thought. It raised its hand and touched his hair... then it's face, though in the dark it was impossible to see whose face was that.

When he thought no one was watching the figure sipped a liquid from a bottle, and drink, then put it on his pocket again.


OOC: C'mon, people!!!!

ooc: Ok, forget Cara ever went to see Ron. I guess Cara will just talk to Harry for all I care. But does he know that she's not really Ginny?

ooc- no one is supposed to know except Draco. Honestly people, no one is here any more. I say we end it here and in any case we start another with the same storyline but made better later and then we finish this story. Like this: Harry Potter never came to the appointment, Ron catched a cold and died there, everybody were confused and Draco conquered the world as Pansy Parkinson's puppet.

The End? (You say, GinnyHPfan)

ooc: Ok, hears the deal. I don't how, but I'll get this RP into the deleted/finished rp's section. Soon I will make another Advanced RP that is a little like this one, but different. If there is anyone out there who really likes this rp and wants to keep it, PM me and try to convince me. If not, I hear by decree that this rp is going down the toilet.

ooc: This is now the end of Darkest Hours. Nadia and I are going to start a new and improved Darkest Hours! Bye for now.








THE END