Harry Potter Fan Fics - Miscellaneous - http://maxpages.com/hogwarts12001/Harry_Potter_Fan_Fics

Hey I thought u guys would like to read some HP fan fics so I started a page. Some are by me and others are by fans who have allowed me to use their stories. I give credit to you if you write a story so please write one! If the story is by me it'll say by Eliza at the end. If it is by someone else it'll say by (and then whatever their name is). If you have any coments about the stories email me. If it isn't my story I'll email the person who wrote it and give them your coment. Enjoy!

Story 1: Living With Harry
(an interview)

SO, I thought I interview Harry's invisibility cloak. I mean you gotta wanna know how this guy feels. I mean well being an invisibility cloak's gotta be hard stuff (he he). Anyway enjoy.

Eliza: As the invisibility cloak of Harry's, do you get alot of attention?

Cloak: Well, yes. But being shoved into a trunk is not my idea of being treated right. Though it was so sad to see my old owner, James Potter, in the mirror of Erised. That was the time I got alot of attention and then, J.K. Rowling doesn't write in that part when James says hi to me. (boo- sniff)

Eliza: Yes, very, erm, sad. Well how did you feel when Snape put you on?

Cloak: That horrid scum bucket. He smelled (the cloak raises itself pretending to plug its nose.). Ugh..... I knew the second he put me on he was trouble. He had NO right putting me on. Dumbledore, if you can here me fire that scum. Ahhh I better calm my self down. Now that I got that out of my system.

Eliza: (Cloak keeps muttering Snape is scum under his breath.) You poor, umm, cloak. He is scum. Ooops, did I say that on live television. Oh well, anyway. How is it to know you have helped Harry find and weaken Voldemort?

Cloak: He is scum too. Oops did I say that. Oh and he is coming back to power. Well it felt good, erm, no excellent. Though I would like a little credit for it. Well it's just a good feeling.

Eliza: Great! Well, you do deserve some credit.

Cloak: Some, what? Lots, but I love (not that way for all you sickos) Harry. He has been good to me (yes, and not that way either).

Eliza: What was the prefects boys bathroom like (she says smiling)?

Cloak: Pretty neat and oh those scents. You should have been there. (I should have, Eliza mutters under her breath.). Though Moaning Myrtle ruined it all. Well that's okay with me I guess, but a ghost watching boys (naked), yuck!!

Eliza: Thanks for answering my questions. More to come.

Hope you liked it. And YES Snape is scum, but oh well. I am sort o p-toed today. My teacher gave us a quiz on stuff we don't know about. She is a din wit though. Oh and today my sister had to get stitches (boo hoo).
by Eliza

Story 2: Sirius Black: The Night I Escaped Azkaban

This is my first fan fic so I hope you like it. If you review it just keep that in mind.
Black is telling the story in his own words. Anyway here's the story:

Torture pure torture is what goes on in Azkaban. I was just a lucky one, a true innocent who was able to survive.
So here is my story: The Night I Escaped Azkaban;

It was a starry night and my hopes were up. I knew I had to escape tonight. Yes, tonight I would be able to escape and return to my godchild Harry Potter.
I feel the presence of a dementor and think of happy thoughts. The dementor passes by and I am free to transform.
I picture a dog in my mind with black shaggy fur. I begin to transform. I bend down onto the ground as my feet become paws. It does not hurt as I have done this many times. The black hair has now risen to my belly, I am almost there. I now feel quite a bit lower to the ground. As my face is about to transform, my worst fear comes to life. A dementor is near by. If he feels this I am done for. I know I'll get that Dementor's Kiss that all dread. The dementor walks over to my cell and seems to be looking in. Of course he can't though because he has no eyes. I know he feels I am doing something I should not.
He opens my cage and leans down. About to give me the Dementor's Kiss I turn into a dog. Few, I am okay. The dementor seems to be confused. I know he can not feel my thoughts any more. He shrugs his shoulders and as he is about to shut he door I get out. I am free, well at least out of my cell. I had waited 12 long years for this. I walked down the path hoping no prisoner would see me. I guess by now most of them were out of there minds not able to think anything clearly so it wouldn't matter. The floor was cold and damp. Even with my fur it was chilly. I went down 3 flights of steps before getting to the ground floor.
I took my paw and opened the door to the "outside world". I took a breath of fresh air. It was so wonderful. The feeling of the breeze against my fur was as if I was in a paradise. Well it was since I had been in that fortress for 12 long years. I walked out onto the shore. Then and there I realized I was going to have to swim quite a few miles to shore.
I stepped out into the water. It was so icy a chill swept through my body. My paw was so damp and cold. I had to get to the mainland I just had to. I stepped in farther. A crab pinched my paw. Now I was bleeding. The sensation of being free ended like that. I swam out farther and farther no knowing what was ahead for me. I was so scared.
As I got about 300 feet out I saw a boat. It was full of people and not dementors, that was not good.

"Hey look over there, the water, what is that," someone said.

"Where?," said a guy holding up a lantern.

"Over there, what is that?," said the other.

"Probably just a large fish," said the guy holding up the lantern.

The boat passed on by. As I swam out farther and farther the sea became fiercer. There were white caps everywhere. The waves kept plunging overtop of me. And there was no end to it. After, what seemed like forever, it dyed down. I don't know how far I had gone or if I had made any progress at all. After about 6 hours I saw the sun rise and I saw a tiny spot of land. I was home free. It took another 3 hours before I hit land.
When I finally did get there I just collapsed onto the sand. I rested for the rest of the day and then traveled into a tiny town. I scavenged for any scraps I could find. After a while I resorted to rats. It took me quite a while before leaving the town. I kept unnoticed and did fine.

And that was The Night I Escaped from Azkaban.

Thanks for taking your time and reading my story. I hope you like it. I always though it'd be neat to write a story on how Sirius escaped and now I have written one. Anyway thanks.

by Eliza

Story 3:Where did Sirrus Black get Ron's owl???

The wind was blowing a gale and Reggie that owl was being blown off course. There was no glimmer of light and so the little fleather ball flew into a crack in a nearby rock this was no warmer than before as the wind rushed around the tiny cave and ruffled the owl's feathers. Suddenly a black shape flew across the entrance and the pale light from the moon was gone and Reggie was plunged into darkness.
Reggie had never been scared of the dark before but now he could feel his blood pounding in his ears. If only he could be a human then he could do that fancy lumos spell and light up the cave, but no, he was a owl and would be stuck as one for the rest of his life. The black shape moved again but was still blocking every hint of light from Reggie's eyes. The shape turned into a eye and the eye looked at Reggie. There was no love in the eye but there was tierdness and lonlyness. The eye disapeared and for a moment Reggie almost felt warmer as the pale light wraped around him like a cloak. But then it was back but not the other eye a human eye a wizards eye. Reggie could see the eye searching him he stood up straighter and was ready to do what this wizard asked of him. The man stepped back away from the crack in the rock and the small owl scuttled out he looked the man up and down and thought 'what does this man want with me? or is he just hungary?' The owl stepped back slightly after this thought but the man seemed to take no notice he was fumberling in his pocket for something. He produced a tatty looking envolope which must have had something in it as he could feel the weight of it as the man attached it to his leg the little owl jumped up and down with excitment at the prospect of doing something for a wizard.
The man mumered a name it sounded like HARRY POTTER!!!!
The little owl was soo over come by the excitment of doing something for Harry Potter that he quite forgot that the man could be plotting to kill Harry! He looked down at the envelope and was relvied to see that it looked quite normal and it didn't look like a bomb.
Reggie was told to look for the Hogwarts express as the man was almost certian that Harry Potter would be on it.
by Monday

"Tell me again, Harrry. Tell me the story of you and Hermione," whinned Neville.
"Okay,okay. Here goes:
It was a gloomy night to be Christmas Eve, but it was okay knowing that my best friends Hermione and Ron were by my side. Even though Ron and Hermione fight a lot, I definitely think that they have a crush on each other (which really stinks because I have a little thing for Hermione). Through the whole delicious holiday feast, Hermione and Ron were whispering to in soft voices so that I couldn't hear a word they were saying. When dinnner was over, with over-stuffed stomaches, we trugded up to the Griffindore common room. I walked infront of both of the slow pokes. All I could hear between the two of them was, "Hermione, you have to tell him." I was getting really suspicious by this time. I stormed up the stairs to get away from their whispering and giggling. Soon Hermione and Ron came in. Ron went up to bed while Hermione sat next to the fire with me.
After a long silence she said, " Harry, there is something. I have to tell you."I didn't answer, so she went on.
"I have had this major crush on u for such a long time. I just didn't know how to tell -----------------"

That's when I went in. I kissed her. We have been together ever since.

"I wish I had a girlfriend."
"Fat chance, now go to sleep, Neville."

by Liv Bene

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