Sneak Preview of the Harry Potter Sequel!
Muggle-TreatsA blinding sliver of light appeared in the wall, growing wider and wider, consuming the space around it like some kind of magical wizard light. But it was no wizard light. It was a door opening slowly, allowing sunlight to shine in on a foul and ancient room that had not seen daylight in seemingly forever. A wizard stepped over the threshold of the room, wand in front of him, cautious but not afraid. His eyes scanned the room, searching for something specific. Spotting it, he crossed the floor and poked it with his foot."You look like shit Harry," Ron said, prodding his old friend in the shoulder. A thin smile crossed his face, now weary and damaged by the effects of gingerness and time. Seeing no response in his old friend, Ron bent down with his wand and struck Harry in the face with it."Raaaaaarrgh," came the rumbling response from the most infamous wizard in the wizarding world, lying trouserless in a filthy bed. "Whadjusay?""I said you look like shit."Harry Potter rolled over on to his back. "I guess someone must have hit me with a shit-ocio hex." He rolled back on to his side, and vomited noisily into a shoe."Get up Harry," Ron said. "We need to talk.""I can talk just fine like this," Harry said, incorrectly, his words muffled by the vomit filled shoe."What?""Fuck you, that's what." Harry was upset with his friend."I talked to Ginny the other day," Ron said, trying to change the subject. He gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed. "She says you haven't seen the kids in months.""Mmph," Harry replied. He did not want to think about his ex-wife. "I've been meaning to. I just got tied up with work." He waved his hand vaguely across the room.Ron surveyed the 'work' Harry had been busy with. The room itself was an old, beaten up bedsit, located on the floor above a fried chicken shop. Empty bottles of Muggle-gin lay strewn about the place, as well as what looked to be motorcycle parts. "What do you want Ron?" Harry asked. He sat up and vomited a little more. "Why can't you just leave me to die? Why can't everyone just leave me alone to work on my motorcycle and die a little?"A cold look on Ron's face. "We need you back partner. There's something evil going on Harry.""There can't be. We killed all the evil, remember?" Harry said, sarcastically. He put his right leg into the left leg of a pair of pants. "Voldemort is dead.""It's not Voldemort Harry. It's something worse."Harry spat on the ground. "Worse? Worse than He-Who-Shall-Kill-Your-Fucking-Owl?" Harry's eyes started to water. "I loved that owl Ron. I never told you. I never told anyone. I loved that owl so much.
Balls Deep in DragonWith a pop, Ron and Harry appeared...__________________________And that's where it cuts off Potter-heads! Looks like pretty good stuff right? Be sure to check this site hundreds of times a day to see if there are any more updates!