The students of Hogwarts have been informed that they are being temporarily transferred to muggle high schools. How will the pure-bloods adapt to muggle life? Will the trio be split up? Will Draco refuse to be in a room full of muggles? Find out!
Harry’s sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will be one of trust and betrayal. Who should he trust? Who will betray him? Doing the easy thing and doing the right thing aren’t as easy to choose between as one might think.
Now, we all know that HBP sucked. I think that we should start referring to it as simply a very long fanfiction instead of the inspiration for all of this fanfiction. Like, you know, there’s this good fanfiction…It’s called Harry Potter…there are seven different stories…just search J.K. Rowling… Basically, book six never happened…and this is its replacement. Flames are expected
They had dreamed of this day since that fateful night when Harry Potter had become famous. Voldemort’s defeat was the one thing everyone had wanted. But no one felt like celebrating because they had been defeated too. Somehow got deleted? Warning: Inferred character death. PG for some depressing imagery.
When Harry finds himself stranded with no where to go he decides his best bet is Hermione's house. Too bad that when he gets there he finds she has another vistor that is definately not her brother. Plot is finally revieled and somethings are made clear.
Re-Written! Hermione ran as fast as she could through the pouring rain to where he lay. She got to his motionless form and dropped to her knees. How could this happen? How? She waited for his chest to start moving up and down, but it didn’t. She waited for his eyes to flutter open again, but they didn’t. She waited for him to breathe again, but he didn’t. She buried her face in his chest and felt his cold skin against her cheek. He was gone. Her Harry was gone...
Harry is at Grimmauld Place after fifth year and some - unexpected vistors show up... "You are a very twisted, demented, and evil person, damned glad to meet you! Seriously though, funny stuff, keep it up." - A Reviewer
Sometimes I wonder why exactly humans think that they’re in charge of us. They do absolutely everything for us; we get to sleep whenever we want, wherever we want. Yes, that does include My Girl’s black robes. Oh, I’ve forgotten to introduce myself in the midst of all this ranting. I am Crookshanks.
Hermione is stressed about the NEWTs and winds up fighting with Ron. On top of that she’s gotten the flu. Could things get any worse? Maybe. But they could definitely get a little better.
Harry sat on the big red couch in front of the fire. He was back at Hogwarts for the last time sitting in the Gryffindor common room. The flames danced in front of him as the common room grew darker with each passing minute. Tomorrow morning he’d be leaving Hogwarts…
Hermione thinks about some of the New Year’s traditions and comes to find that sometimes they can be very good indeed.
Cho will never see beyond his good looks or impressive quidditch skills. She'd see him as the boy-who-lived forever. I saw him for who he was, a boy becoming a man, a boy who was braver than anybody I've known my whole life. She would never see that. Never.
His eyelids felt heavy as he lie there thinking…just thinking about nothing in particular as he drifted into his own little world – Harry’s World.
After everything Harry had been through and after everything he’d accomplished he was killed by this muggle. This guy who just came in here and with the pull of a trigger killed the-boy-who-lived.