dgoi @ 2004-01-20T21:27:00

2004-01-21T02:32:18Z

the new things I've started doing wriye, since I don't feel like posting anything that is an update to stuff already posted...

This is...something I really can't explain... James wasn't killed, and after several years, he decides to get Harry, but not through DUmbledore... *shrugs*

warnings: very odd
The man stared at the wreck of the house in front of him. It was? not quite smoldering, or so it seemed. Even though it had been over three years since the house had been destroyed, it still seemed to be newly missing. It still seemed as if it was waiting for someone to come home?or it would, if not for the damage.

There was nothing left. Everything he had ever cared about, his house, his broom, all of his mementos of his life. They had all been destroyed.

There was no one left. Everyone he had cared about was gone. His wife was dead. His son was gone. His best friend in jail. His other friend missing, and the other traveling.

He had nothing. He was nothing. He was?. Alone.

The man collapsed to the ground, screaming. He screamed until his throat was raw, and even then he tried to continue to scream. He had been numb to the pain before. He hadn't felt it, because he had convinced himself it wasn't real.

How could someone had done that to him? How could someone had ruined his life so quickly?

The man lay huddled on the wet, cold ground. He couldn't leave, he couldn't.

If he left, he would give up hope. Hope that if he waited just long enough, he could see the memories of his past. He could see the friends, his wife, and his son. Nothing would be bad. Everything would be right with the world.

But, that was not to be.

When the sun started to highlight the sky, the man pulled himself upright, and wrapped his cloak more securely around himself.

Everyone thought he was dead, but that was not true.

He just? God, how could he tell them? that he was alive.

They had thought for to long that he was dead.

Yet, he had heard of where his son was being kept. He could not stand for it. Lily's horrible sister and her thing of a husband. And that son of theirs, he shuddered.

He couldn't let anyone know he was still alive, but he couldn't let Harry be raised their.

There really was only one thing left for him to do. He just had to figure out how to go about it.

James Potter turned and walked away. Walked away from the house where he had died.

This is something else I really can't explain... Harry goes to Hogwarts, but tings are different. he never gets lost, and seems to know way to much about HOgwarts... *coughs* no explanition really...
warnings: ROn bashing, Hermione bashing... slash

Harry smiled as he went to sleep. He had a home for the first time, and he couldn't wait to find out what the classes at Hogwarts were like.

He had heard a lot about the school from Ron on the train, but he still had no idea of what to expect I n the coming classes.

Yet, as Harry slept, his dreams were not in anticipation of the coming days or some such rot. His dreams were much more meaningful. They were about the past. They were about the true secrets of Hogwarts.

When he was woken in the morning, he got dressed in the school uniform and then stumbled down the stairs. Right next to him was Ron.

Surprisingly, he didn't get lost once on the way to the Great Hall.

Harry ate his breakfast before he read his schedule, wondering how he was going to handle potions as his first class. From what was said at the table last night, it was likely to be his hardest class. Yet, he wondered how it could be, since he had read his potions text several times during the break to better understand it. He loved chemistry and he though potions would be the closest to it in the whole curriculum.

Ron moaned as he finally read his schedule. He had heard about the horror of Potions, and he had no idea on how to make it to the dungeons or to the Potions room. Ron frowned as he looked at Harry. Something was different about him. He seemed to be able to find his way around the castle with an ease that he didn't have last night. H had no idea about how Harry could get around so easily, but he did think the twins had something to do with it.

Harry grinned at Ron, then stood up.

"Come on Ron, we should go know." He said.

Ron shrugged and picked up his bag as he followed Harry.

Harry hummed as he moved through the castle, knowing that the stairs wouldn't mess him up. They would go out of his way to send him to the Potions room without being late. Ron looked shocked though.

AS the stairs finally stopped moving Harry walked down a hallway, turned left took a door to another hallway, and then finally he was standing right outside the potions Room.

"Harry, how did you do that?" Ron questioned.

Harry shrugged. "Don't know. I just know that that was the fastest way.

Professor Severus Snape was shocked at finding the first two students at his room were Gryffinddors. Especially one of them being Harry Potter. Either he was not a spoiled brat, or he was trying to become a teacher's pet in some bid of not failing the class, as so many of the other dunderheads did.

He stalked into the classroom, leaving the door open.

Harry literally bounded into the classroom and he chose a seat, with Ron next to him, in the second row, near Snape's desk.

Within ten minutes, the rest of the class had stumbled in, all out of breath, and looking as if they had become lost or some such thing.

Harry shook his head at them.

Harry smiled as Professor Snape went into what sounded like a well-rehearsed speech. His speech may have been intended to scare everyone, but still?it was captivating. He couldn't wait too start the class.

Surprisingly, Professor Snape used Harry as the target of his aggression, but then seemed pleased by how well Harry had answered all of his questions. "Very good, Mr. Potter. One point to Gryffindor."

Harry smiled, pleased that he had earned even one point.

The bell rang for the next class all too soon for Harry. He loved this class, and he had done very well in there, or so he assumed.

That had been the start of Harry's career at Hogwarts. He was never late for a class, and he seemed to be able to find the shortest way to each class almost magically. He learned the secret passages around the castle faster then the twins, and at one point, he had shocked the twins by walking right into a wall, but not get hurt. He had walked right through the wall.

AT another time, he had managed to become the first Gryfinddor to gain more then one point off of Professor Snape, and he had become the youngest seeker on the house team in a century.

Within a month of the school term, he and Ron had become friends with Hermione, and within the year, he had fought off Voldemort in the form of Professor Quirrell. He had scored near the top of the class on all subjects, only behind Hermione in charms and Malfoy in Potions.

His summer was spent being ignored or berated by the Dursley's, along with getting abused via starvation. He had been rescued by the Weasley's, and had spent the rest of the summer having fun and acting like a kid before another year at Hogwarts, where his adventures continued along with his dreams.

AT times, it seemed as if Hogwarts was talking to him.

The pattern continued through the years through his fourth year, which was when Voldemort came back. He had continued his wanderings around the castle, learning many new things.

Yet, going into his fifth year at Hogwarts, things would change. He would learn the truth about his dreams, and he would learn the truth of himself. Of who he was, and what exactly he could accomplish if he put his mind to it.

This is something I started...about Gundam wing *shrugs*

warnings: first person, sort-of (not the whole fanfic when done, but for now... slash

I loved him, you know? I followed him from place to place, wondering at what was going to happen.

He shot me, nearly killed me, but I did not care. What is life without risk? Life is risk. Anyway, how would he kill me? I am death, and you cannot kill death.

He saved my life, and rescued me from torture. Okay, so he nearly killed me as per his orders before deciding to give me his spare gun and to help me escape from that cell.

Yet, he had saved me, so that's the important thing, right?

I had hoped he would never find out why I had always complained when Relena showed up at a safe house or at a mission site, or even at a school. I had led him to believe I was mad about the risk that her presence was to the rest of us.

But, that was a lie. I was mad about the fact that when she was around, he never had time for me. He never had time to yell at me to shut up, or to help me with the homework of the various schools.

He was too busy helping Relena, or for the most part, hiding from her. Hell, Wufei was more tolerant of me then Heero was of me when Relena was around.

It was as if he knew how I felt about Heero. But, how could he know and Heero not know?

Oddly enough, Heero seemed to know more about emotions and life then Wufei did, for all of his suicidaliness.

Heero may not have been able to interact with life as he wanted, but he had studied life. He had learned as much as he could about life, and had seemed to log everything into a mental computer to call back up whenever the situation dictated. In fact, I think the only part of life Heero didn't investigate was someone having a crush on someone else.

I wish he did know though. I hate having to hide a part of myself. It's almost like lying, since you can't know the true Duo Maxwell, without knowing the important things about me. But, to know the important things about me, I have to trust you. I can not trust anyone but the other pilots, and they I cannot trust not to tell Heero of what I feel for him.

The very begining of a YYH/YGO fic... Due to Ryou's deaths, Koenma has to investigate and do paperwork...he sends yusuke and his frind to DOmino

warnigs: May or may not have slash... no decided yet. crossover

Koenma was pouting to himself as he went through his paperwork. He hated paperwork. No, he didn't hate paperwork, he loathed it, and he couldn't tolerate it. It was wrong. It was amoral. It was a part of his job.

And, just because some mortal couldn't stay alive or stay dead, instead ping-ponging between the two states, he had extra paperwork to file, fill out, and otherwise complete.

He stared at the file. So, the mortal's name was Bakura Ryou. He wondered why that name sounded so familiar to him. He knew that name, Bakura?

He suddenly shook his head and went back to work. He had to investigate the lives of Bakura's friends before he could even get back to wondering why Bakura's name was so familiar.

He stared as Ogre brought in the files of Bakuras' friends. His friend Yugi had a huge file that detailed everything he had done. It was almost of if the boy had split personalities. ON one hand, he had done a lot of things to protect people, even to the point of standing up to a bully that was over 4 feet taller then him.

Yet, he had also set people on fire, and for somehow he had even driven people insane.

Koenma sighed. He couldn't make head or tails of any of Bakura's friends. They all seemed insane, or?as if they were Youkai.

He would have to send Yusuke to investigate the matter, and hopefully they group didn't turn out to be a group of demons hell-bent on taking over the world. There were enough of them to be found in Japan, they didn't need anymore.

With that in mind, Koenma summoned the renkai Tantai and gathered the files near him to facilate a specific mission for the group.

dgoi @ 2004-01-02T20:46:00

2003-12-18T01:47:44Z

yes, made another journal
not my fault you no need codes now