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The End of Summer
"We should move on." But how? How could Harry move on when he didn’t know what to do with himself? How could he distract himself from the nightmares that haunted him every night? Was it even possible? Harry watched Ron and Hermione continue to fight whilst Ginny rolled her eyes. He then looked around the room and spotted Ron's old Hogwarts trunk. Was it even possible?
The Vision and the Prophecy
But what could this mean? The world was in danger once more—Harry should have known: evil never sleeps. But so soon? He’d been anticipating it, fearing it and now it was becoming a reality. Something was going to happen, Harry wasn’t sure what, but he knew it wouldn’t be good.
He was now at a crossroads: forget the prophecy and try to stifle the feelings of utter worthlessness or go to Forks, Washington, find Carlisle Cullen and help save the world. Again.
The focus of the vision remained on the trees, the image becoming clearer. The serenity broke as seven shadowy figures, covered by heavy, black cloaks, emerged from the trees. The vision faded. Alice exchanged a meaningful glance with Edward. “Tomorrow.”
Harry, Ron and Hermione followed Alice and Emmett into the trees, walking swiftly for at least ten minutes before arriving at another small clearing where three cars rested. Alice took Emmett’s hand and the two of them moved towards the monster jeep while Harry, Ron and Hermione all exchanged glances. Ron gulped, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Harry nodded firmly, “They’re the only chance we’ve got.”
The Outsiders: Part 1
One of the seven cloaked figures skipped forward, further yet into the clearing, the hood of her cloak falling back, revealing her soft face, bright eyes and pale, wavy blonde hair. She stopped in the middle of the clearing, her eyes shut tightly before she raised a thin, wooden stick. White, glittering sparks emitted from the top of the stick, shooting ten feet into the air. The girl’s eyes opened.
The Outsiders: Part 2
The Shape of Things to Come
“Thank you,” Harry said, softly, “All of you.” He looked around at Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Edward and Rosalie—all of whom were willing to sacrifice their lives to fight. Includes preview
The Dark Knight
It all happened very quickly. Ginny’s hand landed on the blade of the knife and as she lifted it and squeezed, it sliced the skin of her palm. Ginny dropped it in surprise as blood pulsed from the long cut. Jasper whirled around, his eyes wild as his lips curled back over his teeth and a vicious snarl broke from his lips...
Harry rushed to Malfoy’s side as he let out another piercing scream. Malfoy was clutching his forearm, holding it tightly to his chest. Harry quickly pushed Malfoy’s grasping hand away and pulled his arm towards him. His insides became lead as his heartbeat pulsed loudly in his ears, encouraged by the woe of Malfoy’s pained cries. On Malfoy’s forearm, contrasting wickedly with his pale and chilling skin, was a crescent shaped, bite mark
The Blood On Their Hands
Harry’s fist connected with Malfoy’s jaw before he could stop himself and Malfoy staggered backwards, bent over slightly. He spat blood out onto the floor and glared balefully at Harry before lurching forward only to be met once more by Harry’s fist. Harry’s thoughts were irrational—all he knew was that he wanted to cause Malfoy as much physical pain as he possibly could.
Kingsley glanced at Carlisle and Mr. Weasley before clearing his throat, “Unfortunately, no. Let me explain to all of you that I do not take this sort of threat lightly in any manner and if it were only a matter of finding the Forus and fighting them I would not hesitate to act. But vampires have a government just as we do: the Volturi.”
The New D.A.
“Yeah...” Ron said quietly, “Or you could.” Harry looked at him in surprise, “Well it makes sense, doesn’t it?” Ron demanded looking back and forth between Harry and Hermione, “I mean, we need to practice this stuff. We could sort of start up the D.A. again and practice stunning and binding on the Cullens. That way we can keep things a secret from the ministry too.”
She looked away from him, her lips parted slightly as a tear slid down her cheek, “I’m afraid I don’t know what he knew...” she turned back to look at Harry before she slipped her hand into her robe pocket and pulled out her wand, “But...” she began before murmuring ‘Alohamora’, “...anything he knew, anything he came up with...” she looked at Harry meaningfully, “...would be in this journal.”
The Daily Prophet
“Good,” Hermione said as she flipped through the Daily Prophet. Suddenly, Hermione froze and let out a strangled gasp, her eyes widening as she stared at the paper. “There have been fifteen unexplained disappearances...”
The Lost and Found
Suddenly, the door to the room of requirement ripped open and George Weasley bounded in, a delighted looking expression covering his face. He looked around exultantly at all of the eager faces before speaking, “Guess who decided to finally show up?” “Charlie!” Ginny cried out as a familiar red-haired, muscular boy stepped into the room.
Rolf’s thoughts evaporated as the wind shifted, blowing towards him a scent that he immediately recognized…it was the one that had pulled him earlier, the one he had chased before Gavin had caught up with him. Though his throat was burning hollowly at the scent, he was more shaken by the intense burning that was occurring in his torso. He was no longer moving but the tug seemed to still be present. He was meant to be here. Standing at this very spot. stunning chapter image by bellatrixx at TDA!
The New Addition
“So, you’re going to help us, then?” Rolf looked back down at Luna who met his gaze with a serene smile. He gently gave her hand a squeeze before returning his focus back to the large group standing in front of him. “Yes…yes, I would like to help.”
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