så jag skrev en hp "fanfic" år 2007

och nu, klockan 2 på natten 9 år senare hittade jag den och bestämde mig för att skriva en ny version och posta här av någon anledning hahaha
och? jag tror detta är det första seriösa jag har skrivit och lagt upp på internet på hur många år som helst???? feel honored tbh

här är originalet


här är nya versionen (på engelska för det är roligare. also notera att den som sagt är skriven klockan 2 på natten och jag skyller alla misstag på det) (och jag vet inte vad jag ens försökte göra hahaha, för övrigt är det rätt svårt att göra något bra av whatever originalet var)

Harry decided the moment he woke up that it was way too early. The classic alarm clock on his bedside table read 6 am, breakfast wouldn’t even start for another hour and a half. He wasn’t sure what had woken him up, if it had been a dream the memory of it was already long gone, but whatever it was it had made sure that he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep again. Sitting up and stretching lightly, he reached for a sweater and a pair of trousers on the floor, leaving his wizard robes in their contradictory neatly folded pile for later. He got up, decided to also grab and put on his father’s invisibility cloak, and then softly made his way down to the common room, careful not to wake any of the other boys in his dormitory. The sun wasn’t quite up yet, the Gryffindor tower still dark and quiet, he whispered his apologies as he had to wake the Fat Lady to climb out of the portrait hole.
Up until that point he hadn’t really known where he actually wanted to go, until he decided some fresh air would be nice, and thus went outside. The early spring climate left frost long into the morning, a glittery layer over the grass and still barren trees. Harry was freezing slightly, starting to regret not wearing something warmer, and pulling the cloak closer around himself. He could see his breath fog every time he exhaled. Still, it was nice, and calming. The Hogwarts lake in front of him was completely still, he knew it wasn’t frozen but he imagined it must be really cold. Honestly, he figured, it must be cold even in the warmest of summer, considering how deep it’s got to be to host a giant squid. Sunk deeply into his thoughts, it took a moment for him to hear the steps approaching him. Realising that, while from the castle he wouldn’t be seen in his invisibility cloak, from a closer distance he’d probably left footprints in the glistening grass, he quietly cursed to himself and turned around, expecting to be met by a furious professor, or maybe mr Filch and his cat. Instead, he saw Ron, looking cold and maybe slightly confounded. Harry pulled off the cloak.
“Hey, Ron, what are you doing up?” Ron now looked relieved to see him.
“Oh, I thought I had found you,” he started, then, “I noticed you leave, so I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I am, thanks, I just wanted to-” Suddenly, a new noise interrupted Harry. It stood out in the quiet. This time he decided it must be a teacher, coming to bust them both and give them detentions for a month for being out of their dormitories this early in the morning. Ron’s terrified expression hinted that it might be a little worse than that, though. Turning around to see what his best friend was staring at, Harry certainly wasn’t expecting the Dark Lord. This was a pretty strange morning.
At a complete loss of what to do, he was really not prepared for this, fight or flight kicked in and divided into “Ron, flee; me, fight.” Just your average Harry James Potter reaction, really. He pulled out his wand, not even close to ready when he impulsively yelled “Finite!” and managed to stop the first curse thrown his way. The next moment he wasn’t as lucky though, when expelliarmus disarmed him, his wand flying through the air and landing too far away for him to be able to easily find it again in the dark. His heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through his veins, and the only thing he could think of was that all he had to do was hold on, at least until someone could come help and get lord fucking Voldemort off the Hogwarts grounds. He didn’t know where Ron was now, but he guessed he was inside, waking up the teachers. Dumbledore would come out any second. Somehow he got a hold of his wand again, frantically searching his brain for a spell to use when he was literally hit by one. Crucio.

It was his own scream that woke him up. His sheets were drenched with sweat, his heart beating hard in his chest, just like in his dream. And that was all it had been – a dream. The clock on his bedside table read 6 am.


så uhm ja. that was a thing. nu är klockan 02:20 gissa vem som verkligen måste sova
edit: btw jag vet att originalet är Mycket bättre ok

Men åh vilken kul grej! Du skriver också väldigt bra och passande till Harry. Sedan om det slår originalet vet jag inte, men still. Thumbs up!