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drunkenpandaren) wrote2004-11-19 11:47 pm
drunkenpandaren) wrote2004-11-19 11:47 pm
For my amusement...
... and the amusement of others, I bring up a rather plausable Fanficion OR Canon senario for Harry Potter.
“I never liked this forest,” remarked Ron as the group travelled through the Forbidden Forest. The tips of their wands were illuminated but provided no solace within the dark creepy confines of the magical woods.
“Hagrid gave us an opening,” replied Hermione as she drew her cloak around her shoulders. “He stopped those centuars from following us so that we could follow the Death Eaters.”
“Fortunately they like to make a nice visible trail,” remarked Harry grimly as he lit the way with a gesture of his wand.
Trees and underbrush were snapped and thrown aside. Blasts of Incendio spells had uprooted the most gnarled of branches and roots. And the smell of blood hung in the air, just asking for something vicious to come upon them.
As Hermione rounded the corner, a sharp odor, something akin to a Paris made cologne reached her nostrils. She immediately snuffed out her Lumos spell. “Quiet,” she hissed, making Ron and Harry stop.
“What is it?” asked Ron and she shushed him.
“What do you hear?” she asked.
The pair strained to listen. There was a swishing sound of something coming through the woods. “A cloak, rustling in the underbrush,” said Harry.
“The smell of cologne, real expensive stuff,” said Ron.
Hermione nodded. “Do not let he or she bewitch you,” she warned as she readied her spell. The sun came up and the rustling drew near.
Ron, Hermione and Harry nodded to one another and as one, spun and flung their most powerful hexes at the figure approaching. One was deflected, the second dodged and the third met with a hex of the owners own that sent Harry sprawling on his back. Ron glared up at the silohetted figure who stood in the growing light of the day. “Who are you?”
“You are looking for your friends, are you not? They were seen west of here, carried off by Death Eaters.” replied the person.
“Then the battle is lost,” sighed Hermione.
“NO!” Exclaimed Harry angrily. “I won't let anyone else get killed!”
“Then it is fortunate, that things are what they appear to be.” The figure stepped out and everyone gaped.
“Sirius Black!” exclaimed Ron.
The man cocked a head to the side in thought. An odd half-smile came to his face. “Sirius Black? Yes... I was once called that and went by that name.” The man stepped down and the gleaming eyes of the proud Marauder looked out at them from a young strong face. “I am Sirius White... and I return to you now, at the turning of the tide.”
I think LOTR The Two Towers Extended is getting to me. XD
“I never liked this forest,” remarked Ron as the group travelled through the Forbidden Forest. The tips of their wands were illuminated but provided no solace within the dark creepy confines of the magical woods.
“Hagrid gave us an opening,” replied Hermione as she drew her cloak around her shoulders. “He stopped those centuars from following us so that we could follow the Death Eaters.”
“Fortunately they like to make a nice visible trail,” remarked Harry grimly as he lit the way with a gesture of his wand.
Trees and underbrush were snapped and thrown aside. Blasts of Incendio spells had uprooted the most gnarled of branches and roots. And the smell of blood hung in the air, just asking for something vicious to come upon them.
As Hermione rounded the corner, a sharp odor, something akin to a Paris made cologne reached her nostrils. She immediately snuffed out her Lumos spell. “Quiet,” she hissed, making Ron and Harry stop.
“What is it?” asked Ron and she shushed him.
“What do you hear?” she asked.
The pair strained to listen. There was a swishing sound of something coming through the woods. “A cloak, rustling in the underbrush,” said Harry.
“The smell of cologne, real expensive stuff,” said Ron.
Hermione nodded. “Do not let he or she bewitch you,” she warned as she readied her spell. The sun came up and the rustling drew near.
Ron, Hermione and Harry nodded to one another and as one, spun and flung their most powerful hexes at the figure approaching. One was deflected, the second dodged and the third met with a hex of the owners own that sent Harry sprawling on his back. Ron glared up at the silohetted figure who stood in the growing light of the day. “Who are you?”
“You are looking for your friends, are you not? They were seen west of here, carried off by Death Eaters.” replied the person.
“Then the battle is lost,” sighed Hermione.
“NO!” Exclaimed Harry angrily. “I won't let anyone else get killed!”
“Then it is fortunate, that things are what they appear to be.” The figure stepped out and everyone gaped.
“Sirius Black!” exclaimed Ron.
The man cocked a head to the side in thought. An odd half-smile came to his face. “Sirius Black? Yes... I was once called that and went by that name.” The man stepped down and the gleaming eyes of the proud Marauder looked out at them from a young strong face. “I am Sirius White... and I return to you now, at the turning of the tide.”
I think LOTR The Two Towers Extended is getting to me. XD
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...I think you're right.
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