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The black dog training night

Harry took his broom swept under the axis of the mobile bed. It was two weeks to return to school, and had no intention of being found out of shape for the new season of Quidditch. Gryffindor there was no more to give the Cup to Slytherin, let alone him, we played as Seeker, the most important role of the team. He decided to train at night, so that darkness could hide it better.
That evening, the Dursleys were all out to dinner, and he, alone in the house, he could focus, undisturbed, on the lock of his room. He fumbled with a hairpin (an old trick he had learned from muggles Weasley twins) and quiet darkness crept up to the window in the kitchen (even the front door was locked). He forced the window and on ... tiempida night out in mid-August. Past
Wisteria Walk, with Nimbus on his shoulder, climbed the hill leading to the abandoned amusement park, of course desert. But before getting on their broomsticks Harry made sure that the place was really the first of prying eyes. A roar of the engine and lights up in the sky - maybe a plane or a helicopter - and then silence again. He put the Nimbus and broke away from the ground and remained low. A couple of laps on the surface of grass and climbed higher ... The flight emptied it of any concern, had always been that way since the first class flight, on the fields of Hogwarts. Not being able to train
to catch the snitch, he concentrated on speed and balance. He tried to reach high speeds and then suddenly turn, changing direction several times, quickly. After a few laps he noticed unusual vibrations in the neck, then went ashore and checked the tail of the Nimbus. Some twigs sprouted outside irregularly. Harry took away the older ones, while the other would set a time back home, using the excellent Kit Maintenance Tools for Broomsticks given him by Hermione.
Spend twenty-three was forced to return home to avoid having to argue with the Dursleys. Went down the hill, passed the home of Mrs. Figg, and once in the garden of number four, forced for the second time in the kitchen window. He ran the water in the sink, and cooled her face sweaty.
arrived in the room, and once closed the door, jumped on the bed, exhausted. He felt something curl up under the back. Rising with difficulty he found in his hands a letter. He opened it. The handwriting was twisted and almost imcomprensibile: "Herry, look what you've seen us on the broom in the air tonight. What's got into your head? Did I caught while flying over Surrey with my bike ... You have risked big boy ! Very big! Flying between the Muggle homes ... we do not do it! There are people who could see you! Do not do it anymore, Herry. Do not get into trouble, please. Hagrid. PS: With the broom are the best! "
Although he had his reasons, a sort of pecking Howler from Hagrid was not great, since he was one of those who, in the magical world, he always combined all the colors. Harry threw down a few lines in response to Hagrid, reassuring him that he'd never flown, but promised not to stand still at home, but to consider alternatives to training on night flights between the houses Muggles.

Baby Rosy Cheeks Fever

Stay away from the magical world that Harry was the thing he hated more than any other. More than Professor Snape and perhaps even Draco Malfoy. Too little of that pair letters from Ron and Hermione received five days before, re-read to learn them by heart. What was supposed to be his home was his prison instead. Fell downstairs only for meals was not in contact with his uncles and was better for everyone.
time, in the former bedroom of his cousin never spoke. Jobseekers study, counting the days that separated him from returning to school, and looking out the window. Anxiously await his owl, but what stuck to the windowsill, a few days ago, were the frequent visits of a very dark and shaggy-haired dog, who often wandered near the driveway of number four, Privet Drive. It happened that stopped just below the window Harry, as if waiting for something or someone. Certainly a hassle to Uncle Vernon. - I'll call the dog catcher! These stray must go! I do not want fleas in my garden! - Rant was that evening, returning from work, covering the voice of the ad in tivvù who read the news of an escape of a dangerous criminal ...
The dog returned about midnight. Harry had dozed off on the windowsill. There was not a cloud in the sky, and glided back to Hedwig was the only speck in the blue blanket dotted with stars. Harry perched on the arm, waking him. - Here, at last - Harry exclaimed. - No letter, eh? - Then said, disappointed. Hedwig's pecked the back of a friendly hand as if to cheer him up. Offering water to the owl and some hard biscuit, Harry noticed the dog. He was back there in the street to look at it, still. But after a little 'something startled him. He began to growl in the direction of the front door, while a trail of footsteps Uncle Vernon (in a hideous robe) was trying to chase the dog, waving his arms like a fool - Come, get out of here! Go! Go!
The dog disappeared, and Uncle Vernon (muttering and cursing) went into the house. The animal did not reappear in the driveway, but stood looking toward the window of Harry until dawn, hidden in a bush in front of the house. Two large and piercing yellow eyes ...

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Rock n 'Troll

A weekend away from school a little early for Easter holidays. It was a cloudy Sunday morning, with a few timid rays of sunshine that occasionally poked through the clouds fluffy. Not the best time for a walk at Diagon Alley, but Harry, Ron and Hermione did not want to miss a rare chance to visit various bazaars that have nothing to do with education costs.

They made a leap from Magic Town, a charming little museum of miniatures of the greatest architectural works of the magical world: they saw a small but Hogwarts detailed with a lot of Black Lake, and the white marble bank Gringotts and the most futuristic stadiums designed for Quidditch. Past by top quality accessories for the giant octopus fishing (Ron he understood something to fish for octopus, and pushed Harry and Hermione to have a look).

exhausted by the walk is granted a break from Bon Bon Bites , taking a nice hot steaming calzone each.

"I should make a jump from Magical Herbs and Fungi," said Hermione, getting up from the table. "Come on, come on, take your bags and go."

"Hermione, calm. We have no hurry. "

" Ron, I must remind you that your mother gave us an appointment at the Leaky Cauldron in just under an hour? "

On the road again headed for the markets herbalists. But it never arrived. A strange encounter as unexpected as the three boys did not let go of Fine Herbs & Magic Mushrooms.

"Harry! Is it you, "said one guy who crossed the street with a beautiful smile and an expression to cover. He wore trousers and leather jacket, similar to one component of the Weird Sisters, the famous rock band.

"Um, would you?" Asked Harry, as Ron and Hermione, I guess I just do not know what strange type.

"In fact," said the man dressed in leather clothing looking at her and never stopped smiling, "I have changed things! But surely remember your wonderful and incomparable teacher of Defense Against the Arts ... "

" Professor Lockhart!?

"Exactly, Mr. Weasley, his own self. The last time we saw each other was last year at St. Mungo's, right? Oh, yes, I remember ... "

'It cured? "Asked Hermione, surprised.

"Healed completely Miss Granger! And in great shape now. And in a completely different look. " Rise. A laugh from the cartoon. "After my ... um ... anyway, after my mishap at school I decided to make a change in my career," he explained. "You know, with some of my knowledge, and notwithstanding a lot from books and practical lessons, I managed to open a recording studio. Now I make music! "

Harry, Ron and Hermione were silent for a few seconds, noting once again, from head to foot, the former professor. Gilderoy Lockhart reminded of a whimsical, ready for anything to highlight his image, but almost did not believe what they had before.

"In less than a year I have produced two albums," said Lockhart, full of joy. Then he lowered his voice, as if to confess something exceptional. "And in a few months will produce a third, which will be the fifth in the discography of The Weird Sisters, no less!"

"Superb" said Ron dish. "Ruin them too, I suppose."

Lockhart laughed sardonically, but did not respond to provocation. He continued talking with the feature, explaining some of his ideas in the long term, with the intention of landing new talent in music, a project in the magical world had always struggled to take off.

"My dear boys, now I must go. In twenty minutes I had an appointment with the Rock n 'Magic Studio.

"We must go ourselves," said Hermione, disappointed with the time. The meeting with Lockhart forced her to give up buying from Herbs & Magic Mushrooms. 'It was a pleasure to see you, professor. We wish you success. "

" so successful!" Said Harry and Ron almost in chorus.

"Thanks, guys! Good luck to you! "

" Cracks ! "Said Harry and Ron, this time in perfect sync.

*

The sky became darker and threatening when they met with Mrs. Weasley and her husband waiting for entrance to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Dad, you'll never believe who we met today," Ron muttered in disgust and disbelief.

Merrily, Mr. Weasley said, "Hmm, let's see, shooting a guess: Gilderoy Lockhart version of Rock n 'Troll?

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And here I am in a different guise and in another place. It 'been so long since I thought and I worked to create this space, and finally, between compromise, html and photoshop work, landing on another platform, leaving behind the old style and Splinder. It will not be a blog like the previous one: I will not talk to me, do not write anything about me. I wanted to open a blog theme, especially for the fun and - I hope - entertain even those who want to read it ...
mainly write stories (or if you want to call them Fan Fiction) on the created world by JK Rowling, but not limited (on occasion I'm going to space not even tell potteriani) . But this space will focus on a universe that many know, only too well, in order to continue to fantasize about the events of the books and films. I know that there are piles of blogs and ideas like this, but the desire to write and invent my own stories, which are read, and who may be created by many hands through external collaborations, is strong.
The stories have no history: will take place before an incident rather than another, or will be entirely invented, with completely different situations from the books.
For now I have no story ready to post, but I will try to write something as soon as possible so as to begin to get serious!

The timing of the update does not promise anything to anyone (or myself). May happen to write and publish two stories in one day (difficult, but could happen), or none for a few weeks, but I will try to leave some traces, making use of quotations, sketches, images and anything else to avoid being too virtual abandonment of this window Hogwarts.

The graphics for now is a bit 'thin and arranged, but once you understand all the features of the new platform, I'll try to change and make it more welcoming my new creative angle.
How I chose this template because I vaguely recalled the home page of Jo Rowling. After trying to create one from me (unsuccessfully), I went looking for something ready-made. A simple template, which gave me the impression of actually read and write about something, and not just on a simple spreadsheet. I do not know, maybe one day I will change completely graphics, but for now I find I enjoy this almost perfect for what I thought.

Welcome, then, who knows me and who I know.
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