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Jewelia Merlow · 02-21-2004, 08:39 PM

Hey, Krazyblonde!
Please post more really soon!!

krazyblonde · 03-05-2004, 06:23 AM

Oh my gosh! I though like no one had posted. I'm glad that they finally changed the forums back to the way they where before.

:whisle: Anyway. More story. I've started work on a sequel to this if any of you guys are intrested in one.When I was writing this part I started crying. Hope you guys enjoy.

I left the office after this leaving Dumbledore to his work.

Dumbledore was glad I did it. My heart lifted at the thought. But, I also had some deep thinking to do. About Harry. About my family. About me. I came into the common room and found Harry, Ron, and Hermione waiting for me. They all rushed towards me at once.

“What did Dumbledore want, Alex?

“Oh, he just wanted to give me some advice for the year since I’m a new student and am trying to make up 5 years and learn this one at the same time.” I said with a small smile.

That was explanation enough for them.

“I’m going to bed early you guys. Got to get sleep for my first day at Hogwarts.” I said with a smile and soon crashed in the 4-poster besides Hermione.

My first full day at Hogwarts was unlike the one before it. It was filled with laughter and fun. I saw for the first time why Harry called Hogwarts his only true home. I became to hear the stories of how the Dursleys treated Harry while me and Heromine where pretending to be asleep at night.

Heromine and me where still talking about the one she had told me the night before as we where walking down to dinner. We always meet Ron and Harry at the breakfast table instead of the common room, because me and Heromine where always talking about them and since we where almost caught one time we didn’t want to take the chance of getting caught again.

We enter the Great Hall and could tell that something was wrong. There is dead silence and it looked like everyone was in complete shock. I sat down at the table besides Harry. Heromine sat down beside Ron. I looked at Harry, and down his face I saw a constant stream of silent tears. I looked over at Heromine, expecting that she would know what was going on.

Ron had his head buried in Heromine’s chest and was weeping openly, but silently. I looked around and saw that the entire hall was like this. Girls openly weeping, clinging to their friends, like that was the only thing that kept them anchored to this earth. Guys being held by their girlfriend who are weeping silently.

I looked at the Head Table and saw only silent tears. As I looked at Slytherin. I also saw tears. But, they where tears of joy. But, they too where silent. I didn’t know what to do. I clung to Harry and he wept openly, harder I think than anyone else. A great flood of tears, I think not only for this, but for everything that had ever happened to him that he somehow couldn’t cry about. It seemed that everyone’s grief was beyond words. Or the pain was too much.

As I looked at the Head Table again I saw that someone was missing. It was only then that I figured it out. I knew them for such a short amount of time, but I thought that I knew them so well. Professor McGonagall rose, being the first to recover from her crying. Her eye where rimmed red, her nose a bright hue of pink. She had taken off her glasses that made her look so severe. She was slow in her rise, as it appeared that she bore the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“I think a time of mourning is appropriate.” She said between sniffs, “We must grieve our loss and learn to go on. When he was here we learned to take him for granted. We must not take him for granted in death. I think everyone will sleep in the Great Hall tonight so that we can be together as a school.”

Her voice gained a little more control and she plowed on why the tears where at bay. “It doesn’t really matter anymore who has the most points or what house you are in. We are still here as a school. An old Muggle expression once said, A house divided will fall on it’s self. We must not be divided. We must stand strong. We must mourn.”

Jewelia Merlow · 03-06-2004, 06:46 PM

POST MORE SOON!!!!!

krazyblonde · 03-06-2004, 11:25 PM

Sorry. On with the story.

“We must mourn the lost of our friend, our companion, the person with the biggest heart who never really wanted to hurt anyone, he just wanted to live. We must mourn the loss of our teacher, Ruebus Hagrid.”

With the statement, they’re seemed the plug was pulled on the noise. All you heard all around you was wailing. But, Harry continued to cry in peace. I held him to me, because he was my life support. He cried, and I cried with him. The tears blurred my eyes where all I saw was Harry. And they fell in his hair and down his face, where they mingled with his. No one could really tell where my tears started and his ended. We both cried for what seemed like hours and then fell asleep. Still holding on to each other like our life depended on keeping a hold on each other was the only thing that would keep us alive.

I woke up hours later to the same silence I heard earlier in the Great Hall, except this was the silence of sleep. Where the tables had been was sleeping bags, I still had hold of Harry’s hand, because our sleeping bags where across from each other. He was still asleep and I watched him as the moonlight fell across his face. His face seemed older than his 15 years and, when he slept was the only time that his found true peace.

I crept out of my bag and climbed into Harry’s. I only slightly broke the contact with Harry and he was startled awake. He jumped like he was hit by a bolt of lightning and I soon lay beside him in the sleeping bag. I put my hand in his, pulled him arm around me, and feel back asleep, a deep sleep, a sleep as of peace.

When I work up the next morning it was to a slightly more familiar Great Hall. There was a low roar of noise of people talking and talking. There was no flow of tears like yesterday. There was a few tears still shed, but they where controlled soon afterwards.

The one thing I noticed missing most of all was the laughter. The laughter that was the most defining of the Great Hall. It was missing and made this place seem even larger than it already was. Like the crypt of a great giant.

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do on days like this. Forget everything and go on living or remember and die. I chose to live, because I was always very much aware of my surrounding and something about them didn’t ring quite true.

It wasn’t in my immediate surroundings. More like a distant foreboding, a shadow waiting to consume the unlucky person who should happen to walk into it. A snake waiting for the right moment to kill its prey.

I slowly untangled myself from Harry and went in search of some breakfast since I hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning.

It seemed I wasn’t the only one in my search. I ran into the last person I would ever hope to run into at a moment like this.

“Why, hello Alexandria.”

krazyblonde · 03-06-2004, 11:33 PM

Sorry. On with the story.

“We must mourn the lost of our friend, our companion, the person with the biggest heart who never really wanted to hurt anyone, he just wanted to live. We must mourn the loss of our teacher, Ruebus Hagrid.”

With the statement, they’re seemed the plug was pulled on the noise. All you heard all around you was wailing. But, Harry continued to cry in peace. I held him to me, because he was my life support. He cried, and I cried with him. The tears blurred my eyes where all I saw was Harry. And they fell in his hair and down his face, where they mingled with his. No one could really tell where my tears started and his ended. We both cried for what seemed like hours and then fell asleep. Still holding on to each other like our life depended on keeping a hold on each other was the only thing that would keep us alive.

I woke up hours later to the same silence I heard earlier in the Great Hall, except this was the silence of sleep. Where the tables had been was sleeping bags, I still had hold of Harry’s hand, because our sleeping bags where across from each other. He was still asleep and I watched him as the moonlight fell across his face. His face seemed older than his 16 years and, when he slept was the only time that his found true peace.

I crept out of my bag and climbed into Harry’s. I only slightly broke the contact with Harry and he was startled awake. He jumped like he was hit by a bolt of lightning and I soon lay beside him in the sleeping bag. I put my hand in his, pulled him arm around me, and feel back asleep, a deep sleep, a sleep as of peace.

When I work up the next morning it was to a slightly more familiar Great Hall. There was a low roar of noise of people talking and talking. There was no flow of tears like yesterday. There was a few tears still shed, but they where controlled soon afterwards.

The one thing I noticed missing most of all was the laughter. The laughter that was the most defining of the Great Hall. It was missing and made this place seem even larger than it already was. Like the crypt of a great giant.

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do on days like this. Forget everything and go on living or remember and die. I chose to live, because I was always very much aware of my surrounding and something about them didn’t ring quite true.

It wasn’t in my immediate surroundings. More like a distant foreboding, a shadow waiting to consume the unlucky person who should happen to walk into it. A snake waiting for the right moment to kill its prey.

I slowly untangled myself from Harry and went in search of some breakfast since I hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning.

It seemed I wasn’t the only one in my search. I ran into the last person I would ever hope to run into at a moment like this.

“Why, hello Alexandria.”

Draco'sChaos · 03-07-2004, 08:46 PM

OMG, I can't believe he's gone!!!! Please post more soon, I have to know who she ran into. I bet it was her father. Please post more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

krazyblonde · 03-08-2004, 03:49 AM

I know, I was crying my eyes out why I wrote that. A little note, I think you guys should read a fan-fic called The Purest Form of Passion in the Restricted Section. That's an awesome ff. On with the story. (Sorry it's shorter than usual)

I swung around to face my accuser.

“Hello, Draco.”

“Or should I call you Alex since you have all the Muggle-lovers calling you that.”

“Draco, you knew I was never like you before I came here. Why would you bother to remind yourself now? Is it tried to supposedly make me have more shame. I have no shame in what I have done or will do. At least I can look at myself in the morning.”

“Alexandria Malfoy, you had best learn your place in this world. They don’t care who your ‘dear’ daddy is out there. They will do to you what they did to that great oaf of a teacher.”

My temper was beyond its point to be reasoning and with each word that Draco spoke it went a little higher. Now it was beyond control.

I brought my wand out and yelled the first spell that I could think off.

“Petrificus Totalus”

With that spelled yelled, Draco’s mouth stayed froze in the most unattractive gait. His eyes stopped responding and he was as a rock would be.

I was shocked at what I had done, and when Crabbe and Goyle ran after having their trainer petrified.

The hall was dead silent as Professor McGonagall came over to where I stood and said, in a voice lacking any real emotion.

“Ms. Malfoy, the headmaster would like to see you.”

My first reaction was of shock. Then, of terror of what would happen. My heart understood what my brain didn’t.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” I said in a whisper.

Harry sprang up and came to my side.

“I’ll go with Alex to Dumbledore’s office.”

McGonagall looked shocked at first, but then,

“I suppose this affects you, too.”

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.” I said a little louder.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.” I say this with almost yelling the silent hall.

“IT WASN’T SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS,” I yell for all to hear.

I break away from the group and run, where I don’t know, but I know I have to get away from here.

But, my run was short lived. Harry caught me about 10 minutes into the run when my legs began to give out.

I simply collapsed on the ground and let Harry hold me. Hoping beyond hope that I could become a part of the Earth itself.

I stayed there for, how long I don’t know. Long enough for it to start raining. I couldn’t help but try to laugh at the irony of the situation.

“First Hagrid has to go and die and now we’re going to have pneumonia. This week couldn’t get much better,” I say with the rain beating down on me and soaking through my clothes.

“Let’s go inside Harry. I have to get in trouble eventually.”

We got up and walked into the castle together. Both of us dripping wet and cold, but determined to find out what would happen next.

And for once, it wasn’t bad news.
It was awful news.

Draco'sChaos · 03-08-2004, 10:11 PM

OK, Now what????? How much worse can things turn out for poor Alex. I honestly feel bad for her because he's Draco's sister. Your post was completely wonderful. I have to know what happens to her/them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please post more soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!

krazyblonde · 03-09-2004, 01:21 AM

I mean, what can osmeone say. My story is almost coming to an end. Anyone instrested in a sequel?

“Alex, your father wants to pull you out of the school because of what you did to Mr. Malfoy and because of our recent lose. He would like you better off at home.”

I was surprised, but I knew the reason my father wanted me home was so he could keep a closer eye and an iron grip on control of my life.

“And if I don’t want to go?” I questioned Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled a grim smile.

“Then your father has asked that you not come home and live at Hogwarts for the rest of your school years. You would lose your part of your inheritance,”

There was a shocked silence following this statement. But, there was more to come.

Dumbledore continued, “You would also have to stop having all contact with Harry.”

This news was a bit much for anyone to absorb. Especially after all that has happen.

“I will stay here Dumbledore. With the ones who truly care about me. Do tell Draco I’m dreadfully sorry, but he does know how my temper is.”

Wit that statement I walked out of Dumbledore’s office. No longer rich, no longer considered to be a Malfoy. I was finally free.

A week past where the school slowly pulled itself out of the pits of deep despair. Care of Magic Creatures classes where took over by Professor Grubbly-Plank. But, the class was never quite the same.

Of course, I received constant torture from Draco. He was in shock that he could be petrified by his ‘little’ ex-sister. It wasn’t his day if he didn’t try and make it where it was possible to do anything in peace. But, I was used to this, because he used to do this at home, too. Like a bug flying around your head. You have to swat it eventually; it’s simply a matter of finding the right opportunity.

Jewelia Merlow · 03-13-2004, 07:37 PM

NICE. POST MORE

abusse · 03-13-2004, 07:40 PM

post more, more, more and more please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

krazyblonde · 03-14-2004, 05:46 AM

YAH, people read me bad story. YAH! Have a dozen flower. :flowersmile: :flowersmile: :flowersmile: :flowersmile: :flowersmile: :flowersmile: :flowersmile: :flowersmile: :flowersmile: :flowersmile: :flowersmile: :flowersmile:

I made Chaser on the House Team. Ginny and Luna also made it. Since Umbridge was gone the ban on Harry as seeker was gone and he played along with us. We just needed two beaters, since Fred and George went and got themselves in the joke business. Ron was keeper and we finally made it where the crowd didn’t have to turn around when ever the ball came towards Ron. We made it all the way to the House Championships against Slytherin. We beat them when Harry caught the Snitch early in the game to give us a score of 170-70.

Everything stayed normal around Hogwarts (as normal as it ever is) until Christmas.

There was a defiant foul presence in the air. It was sensed through out the school and soon people took to traveling in groups of 3 or 4. The largest pack was a group of 16.

No one could tell exactly what was going on, but they could tell something was. Then it happened, a heart-wrenching scream shook the silent halls of Hogwarts. It was heard in ever classroom and it gave chills to everyone, even the teachers.

There was a race down the stairs to see what was going on. In the main entrance hall stood Professor McGonagall being surrounded by 20 black robed figures. All of which had their wands pointed out and aimed at her.

Death Eaters.

There was a great collection of people collecting in front of the scene watching as this happened. But, none of them wanted to help.

I raced down the steps to help Professor McGonagall. As I stood in front of Professor McGonagall I was taking the full blunt of the twenty stunning spells.

“Stupefy”

And with that 20 flashes of light hit my body and all else was black.

I was told what happened later on when I woke up in the St. Mango weeks later. I awoke with a jerk as if I had just had an awful nightmare.

“I see that our brave little student is awake at last,” said the voice on my right.

I looked, to find Albus Dumbledore.

“Professor Dumbledore?”

Draco'sChaos · 03-14-2004, 09:22 AM

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I was sick for a long time, I'm finally better, so I'm posting. I really really really really like your story. I throughly enjoyed how she stunned Draco. A little sibling fighting never hurts a story, it just makes it more interesting. I thought it was interesting the way Alex was the only student to stand up to the death eaters (i wonder if her father was one of them.) Please post more!!!!

krazyblonde · 03-27-2004, 10:02 AM

You guys, this is my last post...my story has finally come to an end and I want to thank all my loyal readers who stuck with me the whole hectic time I was trying to write this and to make it worth reading. Give me about a few weeks and I'll have another story ready for your digestion. I'll miss you all dearly while I'm writing. But, we all must do what is necessary.

“Now lay back or the hospital shall have me quite kicked out. I suppose you want to hear what happened after you where knocked out. Well, Harry dived in the battle and got a good deal of stunning spells, too. Before anyone could do anything about it, you two where both knocked out and we where trying to battle 20 escaped Death Eaters. The Death Eaters wanted to kill you and take Harry while they had the chance. But, one of there own stopped them. I think you know who this is.”

“My father?” I said in a voice that lacked energy.

“Your father. He died trying to protect you. But, the foolish escaped Death Eaters brains had been warped by Azkaban. They tried to kill you and the spell rebounded on them and killed most of them. The one’s it didn’t kill, it addled their brain so much that they are as good as dead.”

“Is Harry…?”

“He’ll be fine. He woke about three hours before you did. You might want to look in a mirror. You have a small souvenir from our little experience,” Dumbledore said with a smile and left the room.

I scrambled out of bed and brushing my hair out of my face I saw what Dumbledore meant. On my forehead, lay the mark that had made Harry so famous. A lightning-bolt shaped scar. My bangs hid mine more efficiently, but you could still see it.

I had committed the final shame. I had fallen in love with Harry Potter, befriended Neville Longbottom (who is going to be an excellent herbologist), choose a pair of misfits over my own pure-blood family and have befriended one of the poorest, but the noblest family, the Weasleys.

I’m staying with the Weasleys during the summer since me and Ginny is going to share the room that used to be Fred and George’s.

And the rest of my 6th year was spent with people skirting around me and Harry. We were the dream couple and the weirdest couple. The only time I’m not seen with Harry and Heromine with Ron is when I’m helping Neville with his Charms and Heromine is help Luna and Ginny with their O.W.L’s. So there you have it. My 6th year in a nutshell. Hope you had fun. BTW, Snape had on pink boxers the other day. What I would have given for a camera at that moment…

krazyblonde · 03-27-2004, 10:02 AM

You guys, this is my last post...my story has finally come to an end and I want to thank all my loyal readers who stuck with me the whole hectic time I was trying to write this and to make it worth reading. Give me about a few weeks and I'll have another story ready for your digestion. I'll miss you all dearly while I'm writing. But, we all must do what is necessary.

“Now lay back or the hospital shall have me quite kicked out. I suppose you want to hear what happened after you where knocked out. Well, Harry dived in the battle and got a good deal of stunning spells, too. Before anyone could do anything about it, you two where both knocked out and we where trying to battle 20 escaped Death Eaters. The Death Eaters wanted to kill you and take Harry while they had the chance. But, one of there own stopped them. I think you know who this is.”

“My father?” I said in a voice that lacked energy.

“Your father. He died trying to protect you. But, the foolish escaped Death Eaters brains had been warped by Azkaban. They tried to kill you and the spell rebounded on them and killed most of them. The one’s it didn’t kill, it addled their brain so much that they are as good as dead.”

“Is Harry…?”

“He’ll be fine. He woke about three hours before you did. You might want to look in a mirror. You have a small souvenir from our little experience,” Dumbledore said with a smile and left the room.

I scrambled out of bed and brushing my hair out of my face I saw what Dumbledore meant. On my forehead, lay the mark that had made Harry so famous. A lightning-bolt shaped scar. My bangs hid mine more efficiently, but you could still see it.

I had committed the final shame. I had fallen in love with Harry Potter, befriended Neville Longbottom (who is going to be an excellent herbologist), choose a pair of misfits over my own pure-blood family and have befriended one of the poorest, but the noblest family, the Weasleys.

I’m staying with the Weasleys during the summer since me and Ginny is going to share the room that used to be Fred and George’s.

And the rest of my 6th year was spent with people skirting around me and Harry. We were the dream couple and the weirdest couple. The only time I’m not seen with Harry and Heromine with Ron is when I’m helping Neville with his Charms and Heromine is help Luna and Ginny with their O.W.L’s. So there you have it. My 6th year in a nutshell. Hope you had fun. BTW, Snape had on pink boxers the other day. What I would have given for a camera at that moment…

Draco'sChaos · 03-29-2004, 07:01 AM

Wow, I throughly enjoyed your story. I can't wait to read another one. Please post here with the title and section for your new story. I will be anxiously awaiting it.

krazyblonde · 03-30-2004, 04:43 AM

It will be a few weeks before I can post. I want to get a little ahead of my readers and I need to sit down a write.

Jewelia Merlow · 04-15-2004, 06:31 AM

Sorry i haven't read it in a long time!!

Post more soon!!!

krazyblonde · 06-20-2004, 12:55 AM

Well, I have started a new fanfic in the Other Stories Section called A Black Rose. It's not a sequel but is another fanfic. I'll post the sequel as soon as I get some more of it wrote.

Swizzlestick · 06-20-2004, 11:55 AM

Your story was really good, but it should have been longer, I would have loved a full description of Snape in his pink boxers!!!

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