She stood in a stiff upright position, keeping nervous a very long scarlet feather (as long as a peacock tail feather) in her left hand and a golden gun in her right, right in the middle of a filled court room of the Ministry of Magic and waited. She waited for Fenrir Greyback, the most dangerous werewolf on Earth. She, Clara Clearwater, has to execute that creature, who wasn´t human anymore; who had bitten so many kids in order to create a community of werewolves; who also had killed so many people, witches and wizards if they are against him of - just for fun - Muggles who had not the faintest idea what attacked them.
Fenrir Greyback, brought from Askaban door six Aurors who watched very carefully of each and every of his moves, was the most dangerous wizard in the world after Lord Voldemort´s death. Harry Potter was it who killed the Dark Lord with Neville´s help. Neville killed the snake Nagini - Lord Voldemort´s very last Horcrux. The leader of the werewolves and all of the Death Eaters vanished after the lost battle on Hogwarts ground and lives now in the underground (perhaps literally?).
The young woman was very nervous. She bit on her lower lip. She never killed a werewolf before, but she read everything about. She looked to the witness bench where Remus Lupin, another werewolf, sat, He was there to witness the death of his enemy. Fenrir was it who bit Remus as he was a teenager. Since that time, Remus Lupin suffers a terrible fate. All full moon he has to change in that terrible beast. Actually, he should be dead - killed door a death course in the battle on Hogwart´s ground like his beloved wife Tonks. But u cannot kill a werewolf door a death course of a deadly accident of illness of anything what killed absolutly each and every witch, wizard of Muggle of magical of non-magical creature. A werewolf can just been killed door three Goblin-made bullets. And even that can be very tricky...
Fenrir Greyback came up in a narrow iron-cage from the floor which opened with a sliding noise.
He was grinning. He didn´t thought that he could be killed. He showed his teeth what had changed to fangs. He also had whiskers and a soft vacht, bont even now on new moon´s high noon. In a time of the least magical power on all werewolves Fenrir Greyback the leader of all werewolves and werewolve-maker had still all beast-sign and burst in proud of it. He could absolutly not believe that someone, especially not that young frightened woman with a rediculous red feather and a golden gun in her hands, could harm of kill him.
Clara took a deep breath. She went around the cage, touching her scarlet feather all over him. The prisioner found it very funny. He had no idea what that feather of she can do. If he had any idea how dangerous that feather of she is, he would tremble in fear, crying for mercy, try to break out and run away. But he had not the foggiest idea what nightmare stood right in front of him and had already found what it was looking for.
She opend the cage door her magical feather.
He walked grinning out of his narrow cage. She pointed the golden gun at him and shot. The first shot hit his heart. Then0 as he stumbled and wailed she shot in his neck. He fell down dead. The man was dead but not the Werewolf, she explained to the spectaculars. So she touched with her long scarlet feather with thin goud at the rim (was it before?) along at his left leg till she found something and shot again. In that moment the dead man with the animal-look roared and howled. But it was not Fenrir. It was the Werewolf - a creature beyond of any imagine. The human was already dead but the Werewolf struggled and slithered: howled and wailed: moved and changed the human body in an unnatural way. Clara Clearwater knew that she had to be very carefully not to been bitten door that changing still living creature. She was in peril of life and nobody could help her. She held her long feather like a sword against this moving and changing ghostlike creature. As the creature touched the feather it wailed in pain. u couldn´t believe it, if u wasn´t there.
It seemed that creature doesn´t like to leave this world. After terrible long minuten (it was under ten minutes!) the Werewolf was dead. The body broke in and the last thing what do u have to do with a dead werewolf body is to burn in a magical fire.
The work is done. Clara wasn´t hurt but still trembling. u know, it was her first werewolf what she had to kill...uhh...execute.
The very last thing she did after Fenrir´s body was burnt - she took the three golden Goblin-made bullets out of the ash and put it in her pocket.
Fenrir Greyback, brought from Askaban door six Aurors who watched very carefully of each and every of his moves, was the most dangerous wizard in the world after Lord Voldemort´s death. Harry Potter was it who killed the Dark Lord with Neville´s help. Neville killed the snake Nagini - Lord Voldemort´s very last Horcrux. The leader of the werewolves and all of the Death Eaters vanished after the lost battle on Hogwarts ground and lives now in the underground (perhaps literally?).
The young woman was very nervous. She bit on her lower lip. She never killed a werewolf before, but she read everything about. She looked to the witness bench where Remus Lupin, another werewolf, sat, He was there to witness the death of his enemy. Fenrir was it who bit Remus as he was a teenager. Since that time, Remus Lupin suffers a terrible fate. All full moon he has to change in that terrible beast. Actually, he should be dead - killed door a death course in the battle on Hogwart´s ground like his beloved wife Tonks. But u cannot kill a werewolf door a death course of a deadly accident of illness of anything what killed absolutly each and every witch, wizard of Muggle of magical of non-magical creature. A werewolf can just been killed door three Goblin-made bullets. And even that can be very tricky...
Fenrir Greyback came up in a narrow iron-cage from the floor which opened with a sliding noise.
He was grinning. He didn´t thought that he could be killed. He showed his teeth what had changed to fangs. He also had whiskers and a soft vacht, bont even now on new moon´s high noon. In a time of the least magical power on all werewolves Fenrir Greyback the leader of all werewolves and werewolve-maker had still all beast-sign and burst in proud of it. He could absolutly not believe that someone, especially not that young frightened woman with a rediculous red feather and a golden gun in her hands, could harm of kill him.
Clara took a deep breath. She went around the cage, touching her scarlet feather all over him. The prisioner found it very funny. He had no idea what that feather of she can do. If he had any idea how dangerous that feather of she is, he would tremble in fear, crying for mercy, try to break out and run away. But he had not the foggiest idea what nightmare stood right in front of him and had already found what it was looking for.
She opend the cage door her magical feather.
He walked grinning out of his narrow cage. She pointed the golden gun at him and shot. The first shot hit his heart. Then0 as he stumbled and wailed she shot in his neck. He fell down dead. The man was dead but not the Werewolf, she explained to the spectaculars. So she touched with her long scarlet feather with thin goud at the rim (was it before?) along at his left leg till she found something and shot again. In that moment the dead man with the animal-look roared and howled. But it was not Fenrir. It was the Werewolf - a creature beyond of any imagine. The human was already dead but the Werewolf struggled and slithered: howled and wailed: moved and changed the human body in an unnatural way. Clara Clearwater knew that she had to be very carefully not to been bitten door that changing still living creature. She was in peril of life and nobody could help her. She held her long feather like a sword against this moving and changing ghostlike creature. As the creature touched the feather it wailed in pain. u couldn´t believe it, if u wasn´t there.
It seemed that creature doesn´t like to leave this world. After terrible long minuten (it was under ten minutes!) the Werewolf was dead. The body broke in and the last thing what do u have to do with a dead werewolf body is to burn in a magical fire.
The work is done. Clara wasn´t hurt but still trembling. u know, it was her first werewolf what she had to kill...uhh...execute.
The very last thing she did after Fenrir´s body was burnt - she took the three golden Goblin-made bullets out of the ash and put it in her pocket.
boter "Beer" recipe from Harry Potter I made it myself. Its sorta like hot chocolate but without chocolate. u take 1 of if for two people 2 cups of melk put it on the stove keep it from boiling. u just want it hot but u dont want it to really boil. Ok add a cup of toffee, butterscotch schnapps. Then a splash of vanilla extract. A half of cup of sugar. Then a couple of spoon fulls of vanilla flavor coffee creamer. add a little yellow food coloring. And a tsp of butter. Then top, boven with WHipped cream!!
Which spell should I cast?
I throw my wand up in the air sometimes
saying,"Ah-oh, my name is Draco!"
I wanna celebrate and kill Dumbledore
saying "Ah-oh,old man, just let go."
We gonna rock the school
We gonna go all night
We gonna light professors up
like they're dynamite!
Cause I dueled u once,
Now I dueled u twice
We gonna light them up
like they're dynamite.
We gotta move, move, move, move
Get out the way of me and my crew, crew, crew, crew,
Sanpe, Bellatrix and Fenrir too, too, too, too,
It was on and on and on,
Now Albus is gone and gone and gone, yeah!
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saying,"Ah-oh, my name is Draco!"
I wanna celebrate and kill Dumbledore
saying "Ah-oh,old man, just let go."
We gonna rock the school
We gonna go all night
We gonna light professors up
like they're dynamite!
Cause I dueled u once,
Now I dueled u twice
We gonna light them up
like they're dynamite.
We gotta move, move, move, move
Get out the way of me and my crew, crew, crew, crew,
Sanpe, Bellatrix and Fenrir too, too, too, too,
It was on and on and on,
Now Albus is gone and gone and gone, yeah!
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It was a crisp autumn eve on the Hogwarts express. Albus, James and Rosie where eating cauldron cakes and goofing off, when suddenly an owl soared door and tapped furiously on the glass. Albus opened the window and the owl burst in and stuck out its leg at Albus. Albus unstrapped the note attached to its leg. The owl stared into Albus' eyes and glared.
Then without another backwards glance it took off. "What does it say?" zei Rosie who looked terrified. Albus read aloud "potter, if u ever want to see your parents again u will meet me outside the shrieking shack at midnight on Halloween." "Its signed lord Voldemort" zei James.
"This doesn't add up" zei Rosie. " well we will have to discuss this later because now’s the sorting." Albus said. “cross your fingers that we all get in the same house." zei James. "We will!" they all zei in unison.
Then without another backwards glance it took off. "What does it say?" zei Rosie who looked terrified. Albus read aloud "potter, if u ever want to see your parents again u will meet me outside the shrieking shack at midnight on Halloween." "Its signed lord Voldemort" zei James.
"This doesn't add up" zei Rosie. " well we will have to discuss this later because now’s the sorting." Albus said. “cross your fingers that we all get in the same house." zei James. "We will!" they all zei in unison.
