Not sure if we can post yet... but I think we can so here goes. This is an excerpt of the battle of hogwarts, told from Charlie's point of veiw.

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ON THE ROOF OF HOGWARTS

I was running through Hogwarts. The Death Eaters had just gotten through the defenses and they were everywhere; the heat from spells was hotter than Dragon breath.
"Charlie!" came a yell. I turned and saw Bill. I ran to im, ducking Killing curses, glass, peices of stone, stunning spells, and the occasional body.
"What?" I asked.
"Kingsley needs help on the roof," Bill said, ducking another Killing Curse, and retaliating with a Reductor Curse.
"The roof?" I said. Of course the roof. Bill's body collapsed into a plume of shining white smoke, and he flew from a broken window; I did the same. We landed on the roof, and I gasped. Thousands of Death Eaters. This was only the Great Hall! And a bunch of Death Eaters were on it! A lot of older students an order members were on it as well. But wow. I ran to the front.
"Stupefy! Reducto! Incendio!" I roared. Then I felt cold. Quite cold. Dementors glided over Death Eaters, rattling. I summoned a memory. A good one. I found it, and joined in the calls;
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" I screamed, and a small dragon joined the hundreds pulsating from wands; Death Eaters were pushed back as well.

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Gringott's Dragon

The night I was freed was the night my journey really began. I’d never come to expect to get a second chance at life. I was resting when I heard a noise in cavern nearest me, and to my surprise I had two goblins, a witch and two wizards who were carrying a wand coming towards me. As I blew out my fiery breath at them I heard the evil sounds that I know better then to come near unless I might feel pain once more.

Soon after I heard a commotion once again in the cavern, but at the same time I heard a commotion from the direction the first group had come. Unsure of which way to turn I again blew my fiery breath everywhere I could reach. When suddenly something landed on my back, rearing back I felt my feet cut loose from the chains binding them, lifting my wings before I did anything else, I flew into the air then climbed through the caverns to the sky I had used to love. From there I flew far away until I had reached my family. Those good people whom had set me free, I will never forget.

Wasn't sure if we could double post, but oh well, here goes anyway

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The Flight

Flying through the air, I found myself in the midst of the death eaters all out to find Harry Potter as he attempted to leave the home of his family. We aren’t evil as everyone thinks we are. We just want a good life for our families. My master is determined to catch Harry Potter, and I’m going to do everything I can to help him.

There were more Harry’s then we had expected, some appeared on broomsticks, others on thestrals, and even a motorbike. Choosing to go after the motorbike, I sent stunning spells at that Harry’s back, and killing curses with my wand at the big oaf on the bike next to him. Whereever their journey was heading towards, I was determined to keep them from getting there.

Hearing the Harry on the motorbike use the spell expelliarmus at one of the death eaters near me, I knew precisely that this was the Harry we were searching for. I then immediately pressed my arm, to summon my master as I heard Stan yell it’s the one, but then as I did so I felt myself falling…falling from the sky, knowing nothing, no more of what was to happen.

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The Whomping Willow

I sit in the midst of the grounds, swinging my branches to and fro as I wish. The students have no respect for me, climbing down between my branches as though I’m some sort of a plaything. One year I remember it well, a large contraption of sorts landed right in the midst of all my branches, and in the process of trying to dislodge it, two little students screamed at me as I beat the car trying to knock it off of my trunk.

It was painful I tell you, a kind professor had to nurse me afterwards, and put my branches into slings. I never have felt right after that car landed on me, but what can I do? I’m just a tree, a willow tree. There are few who know the secret that my trunk hides, and even fewer who know how to stop my branches from waving, and for that I am grateful.

A kind word, a gentle touch, or even just standing by to watch me wave in the wind, will please me. I might just wave to you, or extend my branches for you to see my leaves, if you care to see them.

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Kill the Snake

As everyone was in shock over the death of Harry Potter, my mind was whirling. I couldn’t let myself dwell on Harry’s death – that would only distract me from the task at hand. Voldemort was trying to earn more followers in the light of the Chosen One dying. He thought that all of us would bow to him and call him our new King, our new Ruler. I had a different idea. I wanted to finish whatever it was that Harry had started because Harry was no longer here to finish it himself.

The sword of Gryffindor was heavy in my sore, battle-scarred arms. I needed it, though. Somehow I knew that it was the only thing that would help me do what I needed to do.

As soon as I saw the snake, I lunged. I swung the sword with all my might as the giant snake lunged right back at me. There was an arc of silver and a flash or red. When the sword hit the ground the snake was dead. Just as Harry had wanted.

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Snape’s Thoughts

The boy who sits on the other side of the Great Hall, everyone thinks is so special. I don’t think he is, why should I? How can that boy be treated with the utmost respect? His mother should have been mine, so I can’t help but loathe the boy. And for Dumbledore to ask of me to protect the boy? How can I? He has the bigheadedness of his father and struts about the castle as if he owned it.

I can’t give him the respect that others appear to shower on him. I will do the duty of protecting him, as I would any other student in the school. Is he happy? Or even thankful that I was there to protect him from the Werewolf? No of course not, he yet despises me! He should respect me, as his professor, but he don’t. Even the headmaster regards him with more respect then myself.

I don’t give him special attention, no of course not. If anything I expect more from him then I would other students his age. If he is as special as everyone thinks him to be, then he needs to show it and prove he is able.

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Finally

I knew there was a battle going on. I knew that there was a better time and place for this. As soon as Ron said those words, though, I couldn’t help but kiss him. He’d been so brave for so long. So many years he had spent by my side in every battle, in every fight and worry and homework assignment. I don’t know what had taken me so long to admit these feelings to even myself, but once they were out there was no coming back from them.

He kissed me with equal passion and excitement. It seemed like we both had forgotten about the fighting going on right around us. The explosions and crashes were just background noise; they were the fireworks to our first kiss. Not even Harry’s shout could bring us out of this sudden bubble we were surrounded by. Not until he reminded us that there was a war.

The goofy smile on Ron’s face only confirmed what I’d been thinking; he had been waiting for that moment as long as I had. And he had enjoyed it just as much, too.

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The Trial

That little boy sitting there in the middle of the room hoping that he’d be free of punishment this morning. I sit here with a smirk on my face knowing soon he would be suspended from the school permanently. Listening to his blubbering excuses as to why he used magic infront of a muggle, just makes me want to laugh. Staring hard at the boy as he continues to interrupt the minister, he definitely needed to be taught some manners.

As Dumbledore appeared in the doorway, my gaze flittered to him. What was the man doing there? He could barely run his school let alone try and interfere with the ministery’s doings. Did he just question the minister? No…no that’s not ever ok to do. The minister’s decision is the final say, regardless of what another person’s opinions are.

My hand shooting up before anyone else’s hand as Minister Fudge asked who believed Harry Potter was guilty of using magic infront of a muggle, I held my hand high, making sure he caught my eye as I did so. I could see the fear in Mr. Potter’s eyes. My smirk evident on my face, because I knew he was guilty.

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The Sorting Hat

I was woken again to do my duty for the first years who had entered the school. I remember every family member who had come before them, and which house each one had been sorted into. Speaking the poem, that I had come up with throughout the year, I told of each of the houses in turn. I tend to favor the Slytherin’s over others, they aren’t really evil but not perfectly good either.

Their journey throughout their seven years at Hogwarts would be a long one, but in the end they would succeed in becoming full fledged witches and wizards. There’s tales that have come over the years, of some getting a second chance, and others becoming the master of death. All things have begun with me, the sorting hat. No witch or wizard has entered the school without first being sorted into their house.

I love my job, I always have. It’s the only job I’ve ever known. Many tease of having to take a test, or prove their magical capabilities, but all that’s needed is to take the step and put me on. Which house is meant for you, have you been brave enough to find out?

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The Second Task

I was asked to come to see my sister in the tournament, for the second task. The night before my mum woke me and told me I needed to go see the headmaster. Why would he want to see me? What did he want with me?

When I arrived in the headmaster’s office, mum nudged me forward. There were three other students there, and I was the youngest. As I stood there, the English minister of magic explained that we were a part of the second task, and that we would not be harmed. I was frightened, and did not want to be a part of the task, but my mum nodded encouragingly, and I stepped forward.

The next thing I remember, I saw was the sky above me, and struggling to stay afloat in the water of the Black Lake. It was very cold, being February, and I don’t swim very well at all. Two male students who were in the lake with me, helped me get to shore. Immediately my sister was there hugging me, soothing me with words in French. The boy who had rescued me, forever stands in my heart as a memory of that day.

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Harry Potter's First Quidditch Game

I've always knew that Potter would be a threat to me ever since Halloween. I've to get rid of this threat before he discovers and worse, expose my intentions!

It is his first Quidditch match. Today, Gryffindor will face Slytherin. It's not going to be easy for him. I could use this moment to get rid of him once and for all. Then, no one will stand in my way anymore. Not even Snape who has been following me for weeks. I went to the match, sitting behind Severus on the tower.

I fix my attention on Potter. As the young Seeker flies trying to catch the Snitch, I do everything I can to keep my eyes on him. Finally, my attempts have came to success. Potter's broom swings very harshly like a centaur trying to throw a human from its back. However, I realised that the jinx I cast upon his broom doesn't work as powerful.

Ah, Severus again... I should've known! Much to my surprise, a commotion starts just right in front of, thus breaking my eye contact from Potter. How did Severus' cloak catch fire in this cold weather?

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Dead

I was weakened horribly from that drink. I found myself hoping the plan would work, as we arrived at the Astronomy Tower.
"Put the cloak on, Harry." I said, taking out my wand, and waiting. Footsteps. Silent, nearly. The door burst open, then closed once more. Battle raged below, and I hear clearly growlings sounding much like wolfs. Remus and Greyback, no doubt.

Draco Malfoy walked forward, and disarmed me. I hoped, almost prayed, that Harry would disarm him later. We talked, Draco and I. He was crying, his voice barely controlled. Then more Death Eaters came. Taunting me. As if it would have any effect on me... I have been taunted my whole life, by the Ministry and skeptics. The doors were blown open, ripping from their hinges with a creaking sound. Severus walked in, however in a fast pace. He was in a rush.
"Severus...." He looked at me, hesitation in his eyes.
"Severus.... please....."
"Avada Kedavra."
I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, died.

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An Unfortunate Goodbye

I had to make sure they trusted me. I could not let the Death Eaters have control of Hogwarts. Voldemort has to trust me. For that to happen, I have to kill Albus Dumbledore.

He stands in front f me, disarmed and defenseless. He looks in to my eyes, and I remember out previous conversation. I have to kill him. I have to save Draco's soul, and make sure Dumbledore's death is peaceful and painless. But still, I hesitate.

As if he can read my thoughts, Dumbledore speaks, just two words, "Severus please." To the others around me I'm sure it sounds like he is begging for mercy. Only I know the truth; he is begging for me to kill him. I raise my arm and point my wand at Dumbledore, "Avada Kedavra."

A jet of green light shot out of my wand and hit him on the chest. Hogwarts' noble Headmaster fell backwards off the Astronomy Tower, dead.

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Perfect Health

A middle-aged man with ling, wavy black hair is sitting on a chair at number twelve Grimmauld place. When the doorbell rings he jumps up; he doesn't get much excitement around here.

The sight that greets him isn't a pleasant one. "What do you want Severus?" His childhood enemy stands in front of him, with his greasy hair and hooked nose.

"I just thought the order should know that Potter is under the impression that you are being tortured in the Department of Mysteries by Voldemort. I came to see it you are alright, and it seems you are in excellent health for someone being tortured by the Dark Lord." His voice remains monotone. "Also, I believe that Potter is going to go try and rescue from a place you are obviously not."

Sirius stared at Severus for one long moment before springing in to action. He ran inside and stick his head in the fire. "Molly," he said when he saw the interior of the Burrow. "I need to contact the rest of the Order. There's no time for questions. Where are they?" He felt exhilarated, this was the most fun he'd had in fifteen years.

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I'm not evil

When my aunt, Bellatrix, came to fetch me, I had no idea what to expect. There, in my living room, was Weasley, Granger, and....Potter. Great.

They want me to identify them, but I don't want to. True, I don't particularly like any of them, but I don't want them to die either. And...I don't like being a Death Eater, I'm not evil. I would run away if wouldn't cause my death, and the death of my parents.

"I can't be sure," I finally said. Technically, it was true. I knew it was them, but there was something wrong with Potter's face. "What's wrong with his face?" I thought that would be the end of it, but they asked me to identify them again a minute later. How had I been looking forward to this last year?

"Draco, isn't that the Granger girl, and Weasley?" What was I supposed to say? "Maybe," I settled on. A moment later I said, "Yeah." They knew it was them anyway. I didn't want to die, and I was sure they had some way of escaping. If they died because of me, I would never forgive myself.

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Power

If you were to look down on the scene you would see a man pacing back and forth. Though he doesn't look like much of a man at all. He had no hair, a flat nose, long bony fingers, and red slits for eyes.

When someone comes in to the room the man stops. The newcomer is a ,am with long lack hair and a hooked nose. He was, until just recently, Hogwarts' Headmaster.

"Serverus Snape." When the first man talks his voice is high and cold. But it's always like that, not just because of the newcomer. The words he is speaking are insignificant. There's only one thing on his mind, and that is power.

The Deathstick. The wand of Destiny. The Elder wand. Many names gfiven to a singly wand. That wand is the on he hods in his slender fingers. He believes it's not powerful enough, because it listens to Severus Snape. But he needs it to listen to him, and him alone. Only then can he defeat the Boy who Lived. When he spoke it was one word, directed to his snake, "Kill."

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Defeated


I listened intently to him. Fool, like he was right. Severus Snape never worked for Dumbledore! He was a spy! He worked, truly, for me! I knew Potter was just playing a game, but this game is dangerous for him. I continued to get angry, more angry, more angry, until I reached my breaking point. The sun broke through into the sky, nearly blinding me.
"Avada Kedavra!" I yelled, and the spells met, and suddenly Draco Malfoy's wand flew into the air, and I laughed as people gasped and screamed, and my death eaters cheered.
If only that is how it happened.
The spells met, and suddenly the Avada Kedavra rebounded upon me. the elder wand flew into the air, and I fell into a blackness, not knowing.

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Some Aunt You Are

As soon as we took off we were surrounded. It took everything I had learned in Auror training to keep myself from panicking. I made sire Ron was securely holding on to my waist before swerving in and out of the crowd of Death Eaters.

Mu bubble-gum pink hair whipped in my face, so I metamorphosed it shorter. As I was shortening it I made sure to pay close attention to my surroundings. "Look out behind you!" At Ron's yell I whipped my head to the left. Bellatrix Lestrange shot a green jet of light out of her wand, and I just barely managed to avoid it.

"Stupefy," both of us shouted at the same time. I kept one hand firmly on the broom and steered us toward Ron's Aunt Muriels. "Look out!" I felt Rin turn to the right, and the broom followed him. A green jet of light flew right passed, right where my head had been just moments ago.

"Avada Kedavra." I dipped the broom down and flew forward, trying to avoid Bellatrix. I feared for Ron's life and my own. She was trying very hard to kill me.

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The Boy Who....Died.

I may have been captured, but what is one person in this war? The person that should be protected the most is Harry. Despite what You-Know-Who says, I do not believe that Harry will give himself up.

But then...why is he in front of me? Harry Potter is walking calmly throuth the forest, right toward You-Know-Who. "Harry? No! What are ya doin'?" He glances toward me until giving his full attention to You-Know-Who.

You-Know-Who spoke, but I wasn't listening to him. Mu full attention was focused on Harry's calm face. Suddenly, You-Know-Who raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra." And Harry Potter was dead. Giant tears rolled down my cheeks.

Something happened and You-Know-Who fell backwards. The Death Eaters rushed to his aid. "I am Fine. You, go see if he is dead." Narcissa Malfoy walked toward Harry and felt his chest to see if he was dead. "He's dead," she announced. It was official; Harry Potter was dead. What would happen now that You-Know-Who had won?

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Bulgarian Bonbon

I walked around the edge of the party. I didn't really know any of these people but I, being a famous Quidditch player, could not be seen dancing alone. Some people could, people who did not mind looking like idiots. Take that bloke for example, I thought, looking out at the dance floor. He was wearing yellow to the wedding, and some weird necklace. Wait, what was that symbol on the necklace? The mark! Grindewalds mark!

"Vy are you vearing that thing?" I stormed over to him with a glare on my face. My hand twitched toward my wand, but I resisted. I would not curse a quest of Fleur's. The old man turned and looked at me with a calm, but slightly confused expression on his face. "This?" He took the accursed sign in his hand and stretched it toward me. I almost slapped his hand away, but instead I took a step back.

"Get that thing avay from me!" I glared at the Grindewald supporter and stormed away. How dare he wear his sign? I swear, if he was not a guest of Fleur's I would duel him right then and there.

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They didn't deserve it

The death of Lily and James Potter was a horrible one. They were young, and they did not deserve to die. Luckily, though, Voldemort did not accomplish what he had set out to do. The boy lived.

Something had happened. Something that had prevented their son from dying. Dumbledore says it was love. Lily Potter loved her son so much that she sacrificed herself for him. I feel bad for the boy. He will grow up without a proper family, and he will have the weight of this on his shoulders.

The rumor is that Voldemort was vanquished. I, for one, do not believe it. He was simply weakened. He's out there, hiding. Someday a faithful servant will rejoin his master, and the Dark Lord will rise again. When he does, Harry Potter had better look out. We all should.

But, at the very end, it will all be okay. I don't know if I'll be alive to see it, but I certainly hope so. Good will triumph over evil, and light will shine down upon us all.

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12 Year-Olds Shouldn't Be Driving

Bloody hell. This can not be happening. The platform has always worked, always. Bill and Charlie managed to use it for they're seven years at Hogwarts. Why me!

"I think we'd better go and wait by the car," Harry said to me. "We're attracting too much atten--"

"HARRY! THE CAR!" I practically bounced up and down with excitement. "We can fly the car to Hogwarts!" Sure I'm only twelve, but how hard can driving a flying car really be? If Fred and George can do it then so can I.

We marched back to the Ford Anglia and stuffed our bags inside. "Let's go."

The invisible car lifted up into the air and I turned to my best friend and--

POP!

"Uh-oh," My eyes were the size of bludgers. "It's faulty--" I panicked and slammed my foot on the gas and let out wails of terror as we recklessly took off into the clouds. I was finally able to gain some control over the car and that's it. I could see the castle and now there's only one thing on my mind.

How in Merlin's name do I land this thing.

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Idiot Boy

"Would it be all right if you gave me a lift?" All my stupid nephew does is want, want, want. Never in his life does he give. I suppose I should get a thank you every now and then for giving him a place to live, but no.

"Now where is this school, anyway?" Not like I actually care. My boy will be off at Smeltings, only the finest school for my fine boy, and getting Harry out of the way would be a relief.

"I don't know," How does he not know!? "I just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock." Now I knew this boy was daft, but not this daft.

"Platform what?"

"Nine and three-quarters." Idiot boy.

There is platform nine and there is a platform ten. Maybe this kid needs some stronger glasses. Their lot are mad. Idiot boy.

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The Grim

"My dear boy... my poor, dear boy.... no...." I looked up at him then down again. Taking a dramatic "fall" into my chair, I carefully threw my hand back onto my forehead for effect.

"What is it, Professor?"

"My dear," This poor, poor boy. So young and fresh. "you have the Grim." Say it isn't so, SAY IT ISN'T SO! I stared into the cup and oh! He's too young to die.

"The what?"

Foolish, foolish boy. Child your life will be too short. "The Grim, my dear, the Grim!" I cried out and almost fell off my feet. "The worst omen-- OF DEATH!"