Hogwarts, Scotland
To say that the atmosphere in the school was chaotic was to put it mildly. Since the highly publicized escape of Dumbledore and the other supposed “traitorous” Order members (now being proclaimed by the Prophet as the greatest, and much more elegant, escape since Uurl the Last Goblin King had managed to smash his way through eight walls in a Ministry prison with only his head), Hogwarts had devolved into, at best, “free-form” teaching, and at worse, pure anarchy.
St. Augustine Church, London, England
It was typical fall weather in London, the chilly moist air and dark clouds mirroring the people who were lined up outside the church’s mood. It was nearly an hour before the funeral was to begin but already there were over one hundred people sombrely waiting for the doors to be opened. Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron were in that line, accompanied by Tonks and Lupin, and immense gloom hung over them all, and what would otherwise be a nice escape from school was filled with tears and sorrow.
Earlier that morning, after flooing to the Ministry of Magic (everyone agreed that Emma seeing the now charred shell of her old house by Headquarters would be too much) they dropped Emma off at her aunt’s house. Then the group had stopped by a small department store and purchased some more appropriate clothing for the situation (other than Lupin and Tonks, none of them had been to a funeral before and were therefore unfamiliar with exactly what the funeral would entail). Harry, Ron, and at Harry’s urging, Lupin, all wore newly tailored black suits with dark ties, and Hermione and Ginny had both chose dark coloured dresses with black shawls. Tonks had chosen to wear a black skirt with a white shirt and had changed her hair to a honey blonde that was the closest colour to normal any of them had seen.
The clock in the church struck nine, the bell’s signalling the time to everyone below. One by one, people turned to face the street, the quiet murmurs from earlier had died out, the only sound to be heard was the solemn resonance of the church bells tolling.
So I finally made it as simple as possible for everyone to read the story so far. Below is a link for the pdf version of of the story so far. As I add new chapters I will post links to those PDF’s as well as a text version of them on this blog. The one minor problem I’ve been trying to sort out is the frame sizes so it’s at least reasonable to read.
http://www.mediafire.com/?bbmecthajon
*If you don’t have Adobe Reader you can download it right here. http://www.adobe.com/products/acrobat/readstep2.html
Here is the full text version of the story so far. Sorry about the sorry state of the font and such but the formating is still a little wonky. Click through to read the full story!
By: Jay T. Prorter
It was a dreary, fog filled day on Privet drive, and the raven-haired boy with the jagged scar on his forehead was matching it perfectly. He had been laying in his bed staring into the white eternity of the ceiling…………. (more…)
