Гарри Поттер

This is a one-shot fanfic I wrote a couple of years ago, and is set at the end of The Goblet of Fire.
Hope Ты like it! :)

Harry felt so weak…happy…but weak. His worst possible enemy had been brought to immense power. What was he to do now? How was he supposed to live without having some fear inside him?
He sat, lonely and abandoned, on the damp трава in the wondrous Hogwarts grounds, running a hand through his medium length hair. He felt his scar with his fingertips as it tingled slightly from his touch. In his mind, Harry thought of himself as helpless, with no one on his side except for...

i had a really wierd nightmare last night, what happened was..


i was having a sleepover (in my dream) with some Друзья and ginny weasley , we were eating ужин when i saw professor lupin staring, frowning, gritting his teeth, through the window outside and i сказал(-а) "who's that..?"
ginny: who's who?
me: the person staring at us threw the window.. it's proffessor lupin!*i wave to him but he didnt Переместить he just growled*
ginny: theres nobody there...
me: yes there is! cant Ты see him?
my friend: are Ты ok?
me: yes, but why cant Ты see mr. lupin? he's right outside the window! *the figure started to...