So is this another scheme to get more money? The producers say it's not. They say the 7th book just has lots of events and stuff, that can't be cut out like in the other books.
For me personally I'm in the middle. Now there'll be eight films so Harry Potter lives on longer, or rather the frenzy lives on. Really I think Harry Potter is going to be remembered even after the films are over. It's ageless. They are that good. Forget that they rock!
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I'm working on the second chapter which will explain a lot. Here's the first chapter. It's short. Also there's the link to the story on fanfiction.net : http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3912832/1/Lo
Severus Snape felt his heart breaking, being smashed into pieces so small he was sure he’d never be whole again. He didn’t think his heart could be broken twice, he didn’t think he’d feel all this pain all over again. The first time was when Lily married that- James Potter. He’d lost her then, but now she was truly gone. Because now Lily was dead. Dead…
Severus couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to. He wanted with all his broken heart for it not to be true. But he knew it to be true, there was no denying. Dumbledore himself had told him
He knew it was going to happen, knew it ever since the dark lord had said it, had announced it. Maybe he knew it since he overheard part of that prophecy about Lily’s son. Maybe he knew it since he had then rushed to tell the dark lord without thinking about the consequences.
Dumbledore had summoned him late that October 31st . Severus had gone of course, completely oblivious to what was to be said. The dark lord had not told him beforehand of the attack, he knew it would happen. He just didn’t know when. Severus had hoped to save Lily somehow. His plans unfortunately came too late.
“Albus,” Snape called as he entered his office.
Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his head bowed. As Severus entered he looked up and somehow Snape knew. He knew Lily was dead. Dumbledore’s eyes had said it all.
“No, no, no…” whispered Severus, losing the façade. Losing control for the first time in front of Dumbledore.
“No!” he shouted one last time, before hot tears swelled inside his dark and cold eyes.
Dumbledore nodded. “I’m sorry Severus. When we arrived it was too late,” he said in a low trembling voice. The Potters had been like a family to him.
Severus shook his head. “How?” was all he could manage to say. He was desperately trying to regain his composure.
“Their secret keeper Sirius Black betrayed them,” answered Dumbledore sadly.
“Black?” spat Severus. He paced around the room, angry. He wanted to throw something, hit someone. “Where is he?” he demanded, his hands clutched into fists.
“Don’t worry Severus. Sirius is now in Azkaban.”
Snape nodded. “Good.” It brought him no comfort at all. Why should it? Lily was still gone, nothing would bring her back. It at least pleased him to know Black was in Azkaban. The thought of Black suffering pleased him.
“Severus there is more,” Dumbledore interrupted his thoughts.
Severus stopped his pacing and stared at Dumbledore.
“Harry survived.”
Severus stared at Dumbledore. He was surprised to say the least. How had the brat escaped alive?
He looked at Dumbledore, waiting for him to elaborate as he was sure to do.
“It was love, Severus. Love. When Lily gave her life for Harry, she provided the ultimate protection. Voldemort could not hurt him. Voldemort attempted to kill Harry, but the spell backfired. It left Harry with a scar, a lightning bolt scar… and it left Voldemort barely alive. I’m afraid that’s all I can tell you for now.” Dumbledore looked at him sadly.
Severus gaped if it was possible. “And Voldemort?”
“He’s gone for now. He might as well be dead. Voldemort won‘t have the strength to return yet.”
It was all too overwhelming for Severus, he needed time to process everything. “I must go.” Dumbledore nodded in understanding.
Snape left not knowing where to go or what to do. The dark lord was gone for now. He’d be back someday. Evil is never dead.
But was it worth it? No, the death of Lily that was a price too high to pay.
What came now?
He was nothing without Lily.
Nothing.
So what was he to do now? The question repeated in his mind, endlessly haunting him.
Another fanfic I am working on is Phoenix, it's a Charmed Story. Focusing mainly on the whitelighter from the future Chris Perry (Halliwell). So far there's eight chapters, with a soon coming out ninth. The link to the story is: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3661917/1/Ph
Check it out if you're interested. It's getting interested.
Here's a small incerpt Part of Chapter One:
Chris was no ordinary whitelighter by any means. On the contrary, he was a rather secretive and neurotic whitelighter to say the least. Not to mention he’s not a complete whitelighter either, he’s a witch, too.
And as much as Piper wanted to ‘hate’ him, she couldn’t. Not even after he told them Wyatt turned evil. The only reason she told him to leave, had been because she was in denial. Who wouldn’t? Try telling someone their little kid grows up to kill and terrorize everyone! That’s most certainly not good news.
Chris didn’t blame them, he understood. Besides he did not need them to love him, just to trust him. This seemed to be going well --- (the understatement of the year)
He had no time to dwell on his misery, or his pain, or any of his feelings; emotions are a waste of time and mind.
Fortunately a bit of their trust had returned when Chris saved little Wyatt. At least he had gained Wyatt’s trust, and Leo at least seemed to believe he was here to prevent Wyatt turning evil.
Now he saw no use for all his past accomplishments. As he reached his last breath, his only regret was not telling them the truth.
The last person Leo expected to see down and broken would be Chris. The only reason Leo had even orbed down there was to see his kid, Wyatt. He was surprised to instead find a near death Chris and none of the girls. So it was no easy thing to see the young whitelighter on the floor in the Manor. There was a blood pool spreading out slowly, and the young man’s body was covered with massive bruises and ragged clothes. Some which seemed to be quite old. Worse yet, he could barely detect a pulse and his breathing was slow and barely there.
“Chris!” cried out Leo shocked by the boy’s state. Without hesitating he lowered his hands and the healing soon began.
“Come on, come on,” whispered Leo urgently, urging his healing to work faster.
The young man’s breathing seemed to be stabilizing and the wounds were starting to heal, except for a few. Those few were no longer healable, they were scars.
Thank god, thought Leo as the wounds healed completely and the boy was saved. He would later dwell on those mysterious old bruises.
“Chris?” whispered Leo tentatively.
Chris’ eyes flickered open momentarily; he struggled to focus on the man above him.
“Dad?” asked Chris confused his mind foggy and throbbing.
“No it’s Leo,” responded Leo surprised by Chris’ word.
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Well this was an idea that came to me a couple of weeks before the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and decided to do just days before the release. Originally it was meant to be a oneshot, but I have decided to extend it. One Chapter per year, totalling seven.
It's about Professor McGonagall and .... well you can read it to find out! Interested, check it out at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3668317/1/Go
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