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Post by rin68nyr on Feb 10, 2011 5:48:03 GMT -6
Yes, I promise! This is all supposed to be for fun! ...and I'm having fun!
Erin
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Post by rallem on Feb 10, 2011 5:54:17 GMT -6
I think I would have judged for Misscharlotte myself. Well done! Everyone! I think the first thing about this contest is that we should all have fun with it. The second thing is it can make us all better writers from the writing and judging aspects. We probably are going to be our own hardest judges anyways, so it is really good that things like the use of Draco over Mr. Malfoy are caught and revealed because how can we get better if it isn’t. I am certain everyone here is more than mature enough to realize that criticism on the story is not criticism on them. Personally I was so wrapped up in Erin’s story that I missed that little nuance. Great eye Duddahs. No wait, you’re an owl and we should be expecting that. Jk  |
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Post by Duddahs on Feb 11, 2011 11:35:22 GMT -6
The air is cold and the sky is dark. The sound of heavy breathing is heard as he runs pushing his way past tree after tree. He slips and falls to the earth. On his hands and knees he clinches his fists within the wet dead leaves. With frustration he screams out in anger.
"How could he?" he thinks to himself? Suddenly the loud cry of an animal echoes through the woods. It's not far away......
Barty Crouch Sr. felt the tingle of fear run from the base of his spine as it almost shot through his skull. Instead the fear was trapped, trapped within his head.
“What have I done? This is my entire fault, how am I going to fix this. How in Merlin’s name am I going to face the Ministry?” He stumbled forward on the path that led out of the Forbidden Forest. His wand was being held tightly in his hand, LIGHT coming from its tip.
The SPELL had been cast just moments earlier confirming his worst fear. His mind wandered back again to that moment. His feet suddenly became entangled under a root which lay across the earthen pathway.
He barely felt when the earth met his jaw. He lay prone on the ground and his mind rewound again and again.
Crouch Sr.’s voice shot out in the sudden silence and blackness that surrounded him. “LUMOS!”
There standing before him was the BEAST. The monster that he had helped to create, Barty Crouch Jr. stood there, sweat covering his face, a sneer upon his lips which allowed a single TOOTH to reflect the light cast from his father’s wand.
“YOU, what are you doing here?” Crouch Sr. half whispered half growled at his son.
Only the sound of a panting animal came from Barty Jr. His eyes seemed to be set on fire; the stare of EVIL penetrating his own father’s eyes right into his soul.
There was no mistaking why he was there and Crouch Sr. knew this all too well. He had to get away, he had to tell someone, get help. Dumbledore, he had to get to Dumbledore and put things right. After-all, if it had not been for him engineering the escape of his son from Azkaban and the replacement of his convicted son with his dying wife, the wizarding world would not be in this predicament.
Again, his mind rewound, back, back and there she was, standing before him. Her eyes were swollen and her words now coming in slurs. She was all he had, all he truly loved in his life. Barty Crouch Sr. could no longer deny to himself that she was on deaths door. Her final wish for her husband to assist her in the escape of their only son from the torture and torment of Azkaban Prison and the Dementors who guarded those convicted and sentenced to be incarcerated in that horrid place.
Barty Sr. could see deep into his wife’s soul at that moment. “Yes, yes I will. I can no longer deny you this one wish. I am to blame for this whole mess; I have to fix it, once and for all.”
He stood tall, tears streaming down his face in a torrent of saline.
“I love you; just remember that and they cannot touch you if you remember this. I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER do you hear me?”
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Post by rin68nyr on Feb 13, 2011 6:17:50 GMT -6
LOL! Duddahs, it came to me this morning, who could be the character in this story...I was just about to write it, but figured I'd peek at yours to make sure it's not the same....so whose name do I see? Barty Crouch...the very person I had thought of! LOL Ok...back to the drawing board!
Erin
...aha! I've got it!
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Post by grandpalovegood on Feb 13, 2011 7:35:19 GMT -6
Hey like minds.... Really I left it up to you all on purpose just to see WHO you would choose. I had a couple already in my own mind, who I thought could fit.. but I"ll have to say Barty never occured to me. Cool. This will be interesting to read once all of the entries are in. |
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Post by Duddahs on Feb 13, 2011 17:43:02 GMT -6
What are the odds of that happening Erin? I actually had initially thought of three other characters but for some reason, I decided on digging a little deeper and came up with the story I did.. I really look forward to your next story and Rallem's too. The two of you are teaching me so much about writing that it is not even funny. Both of you have really put out some great material and it has made this one of the most enjoyable threads on this or any Harry Potter site!  |
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Post by rin68nyr on Feb 14, 2011 22:02:40 GMT -6
The air is cold and the sky is dark. The sound of heavy breathing is heard as he runs pushing his way past tree after tree. He slips and falls to the earth. On his hands and knees he clinches his fists within the wet dead leaves. With frustration he screams out in anger.
"How could he?" he thinks to himself? Suddenly the loud cry of an animal echoes through the woods. It's not far away......
“How could ‘e accuse you, Aragog?” Hagrid raised his fists and shook them at the sky. “What’r we gonna do?”
Aragog regarded him with 8 eyes. “I could eat just the one, Hagrid”
“No, Aragog. Killin’ Tom will on’y make things worse. ‘e already thinks yer the EVIL BEAST what’s doing the killin’.”
They walked further into the forest, coming to a clearing, where the LIGHT was a bit brighter, and Hagrid noticed blood on one of Aragog’s hairy legs. “You a’right, Aragog? Did Tom get you with a SPELL?”
“No, friend, that was an injury I received while running out of the castle. It felt like a TOOTH trying to bite me, but it will heal just fine.”
“Hmm” grunted Hagrid. “We’d better fin’ you a safe place to hide, Aragog…they might be searchin’ fer ya, thinkin’ the worst, an’ all.”
They walked a long while, until they reached a dark, strangely quiet clearing. “Well, here’s as good a place as any, Aragog,” sighed Hagrid. Then the tears came…”Oh Aragog, I lost me dad last year, and now I’m losin’ you….maybe I can jus’ stay here with you.”
“No, my young friend. Though I thank you for helping me find this safe place…it is not safe for you. Go back …you may visit me whenever you like.”
So, with a big hug, and a tremendous effort, Hagrid left his good friend there, in the center of the forbidden forest…
“Over here, Albus…I’ve found him!” It was Headmaster Dippet. Hagrid took the last few steps out of the forest, and met head on with Professors Dippet and Dumbledore. Professor Dippet’s eyes were so stern, Hagrid could not look at them. “Hagrid, to my office.”
The three of them went through the castle, and up the rotating staircase to the Headmaster’s office. Hagrid followed the two wizards inside, and saw that Tom Riddle was sitting in one of the chairs, waiting for them, with a look of muted triumph on his face.
Professor Dippet began “Rubeus, this is a very serious thing you have done…opening up the chamber and releasing that monster!”
“It wa’n Aragog!” cried Hagrid “He wouldn’ hurt no one!”
“Now, now, Armando," said Professor Dumbledore “We have no proof Mister Hagrid had anything to do with the chamber of secrets. He may have been a bit out of bounds with having a pet spider, but he’s a Gryffindor…he’s not Slytherin’s heir.”
“Be that as it may, Albus, that ACROMANTULA, is responsible for these attacks, and the death of that poor girl! I’m sorry…but I have no choice…Hagrid, you are hereby expelled from Hogwarts.”
Hagrid’s bowed his head. What would he do? He had nowhere to go…
Then Professor Dumbledore spoke. “Armando, it seems to me, that Hagrid didn’t intend to hurt anyone. Perhaps, since Hagrid is so good with animals…we could keep him on, and train him as gamekeeper.”
Hagrid looked from one face to another…one sad but determined…one resigned….and the last…with a satisfied smirk on his face.
Erin
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Post by Duddahs on Feb 15, 2011 10:24:27 GMT -6
Oh very good Erin, very good indeed.
I hope that Rallem will return and post a story as well. He comes up with some wonderful writing.
Great character choices too! I love the path least taken concept.
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Post by grandpalovegood on Feb 15, 2011 12:47:50 GMT -6
Yeah... wow.. to the both of you. Great work so far. This is going to be hard. I'll extend this time to give Rallem (or anyone else for that matter ) a chance to enter if they wish. Would Wednesday night be alright with you guys? I sent Rallem a PM the other day. He has yet to pick it up. I do hope he's alright. Sometimes work and school has him busy. |
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Post by rin68nyr on Feb 15, 2011 15:14:21 GMT -6
Hi Miss C. You had already said Wednesday...and that's fine. Hopefully some others will give it a try, too. I like the Wed. timeline. Gives me a few days to think of the story, and then on Monday night, when the kids are in bed, and hubby is playing darts, it's nice and quiet...and I can write then. Worked out well for me!
Erin
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Post by rallem on Feb 16, 2011 9:05:20 GMT -6
I will try to write a story tonight when I get home. I started one on the weekend but could not get anything going, so I then I wanted to try on Monday and Tuesday before school. I was so darned tired though that I could not muster the energy to do anything. I almost called in sick to school, but just before noon when I would have to head out to Burlington, I started feeling a bit better and drove there. Tuesday was much of the same thing. I will give it a good college try this afternoon. I was trying to incorporate Bill Weasley into this story, but was having a logical error in the story.
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Post by grandpalovegood on Feb 17, 2011 3:43:19 GMT -6
Good to hear Erin... Wednesday will be the day for me...
except this time I'll wait for Rallem's entry.
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Post by rallem on Feb 17, 2011 5:44:31 GMT -6
I never got around to writing the story when I got home last night. Sorry.
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Post by rallem on Feb 17, 2011 6:51:41 GMT -6
I wrote a story but forgot the firve words. Oops.
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Post by grandpalovegood on Feb 17, 2011 7:32:21 GMT -6
No worries.. You don't know how many times I had said I would post something in a short bit... even say in a couple of hours or later today... only to find I stumble across the thread again a couple of weeks later wondering why we had not been posting ont it.. So embarrassing to find they have been waiting on ME!  I"ll read and make a decision hopefully this morning sometime.. I really mean it. I need to go run some erronds that I am already late for.. Tootles for now! |
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Post by rallem on Feb 17, 2011 8:56:28 GMT -6
I wrote one but forgot the random words. I deleted the word document too so I had to start all over. I have no idea if this is any good since I have not proof read it.
The air is cold and the sky is dark. The sound of heavy breathing is heard as he runs pushing his way past tree after tree. He slips and falls to the earth. On his hands and knees he clinches his fists within the wet dead leaves. With frustration he screams out in anger.
"How could he?" he thinks to himself? Suddenly the loud cry of an animal echoes through the woods. It's not far away......
Draco was all too familiar with the sounds of werewolves from when Lord Voldemort had taken control of Malfoy Manor and allowed Greyback to run free on the property with his pack. Draco had no idea which BEAST was hunting him since Greyback and Professor Lupin were both dead and most of the others were eliminated as well. Draco was certain he was the intended prey in this trap. Draco had been running through this swamp out of fear, but now exhaustion caused his mind to think rationally.
Just a few minutes before Draco had been shopping in Nocturn Ally when he thought he spied Amycus Carrow loose and when he rounded a corner he saw that the convicted Death Eater must have escaped from Azkaban, but it was too late. Amycus had cast a SPELL which sent Draco to this EVIL swamp.
Now that Draco’s mind thought more clearly he could discern that there was only one werewolf out to get him. Draco was a bit offended that anyone thought one werewolf would be enough. Draco pulled out his wand and stood waited for the werewolf’s attack TOOTH and claw.
Sure enough Draco saw the creature which hunted him. The werewolf sniffed the air and turned in Draco’s direction. Draco shouted, “Avada Kadabra!” A warm LIGHT surrounded the werewolf making it impossible for it to move and then the beast changed into an infant. Draco smirked at this result. He learned the three Unforgivable Curses while in Hogwarts and knew that casting any one of the three would send him to Azkaban, so he decided to modify the spells some.
Avada Kedavra was known as the Killing Curse. Draco’s alteration Avada Kadabra caused the intended victim to turn into a baby temporarily. Draco pulled out a cloth bag from his robes and put the baby werewolf in it. Draco decided he had to find out what Amycus’ and the werewolf’s plans were, so after bagging the tyke he apparated home.
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Post by grandpalovegood on Feb 17, 2011 15:51:33 GMT -6
OK I have just under half an hour before I have to leave... so hear it goes...
Pulls up a chair and gets down to some serious reading.
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Post by grandpalovegood on Feb 17, 2011 18:49:53 GMT -6
Sorry about that... I was wrong on the time of the parent teachers confrence... IT was 20minutes earlier than I remembered. At least when I got there, I was a few minutes late. Still, just in time to walk right in instead of waiting out in the hall. So all went well.
Now I'm back. I loved how each of you had a different take on how you would take this story.. I know in my mind I went for the obvious with Lupin in the Forbidden Forest near Hogwarts.. But none of you went that route.. Cool. I loved that creative twist at the end of Rallem's... Then the emotion from Duddahs... Then writing for Hagrid had to be a challenge. And a story with him in it is always good.
This really is hard because they ALL were so good. I hate to choose but I'll have to go with Duddahs. I went back and forth between his and another's.. but then scratched my head again when considering the other. Definetely not one to be not counted.
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Post by rin68nyr on Feb 17, 2011 20:46:49 GMT -6
Hi guys! Congrats, Duddahs! Good stories for sure! Looking forward to the next intro. Might not be on much this weekend...we're booked...but you'll see me lots next week...no school! yippee!!!
Erin
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Post by rallem on Feb 18, 2011 7:02:02 GMT -6
Very good stories Duddahs and Erin.
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