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Alice I Joined: 4 March 2004 Posts: 1585	Posted: Sunday 25 April 2004 04 49 37 pm in topic:Give Another Forum Member a Smile! :) I am giving out REALLY BIG HUGS today so here's one for: Nobby so sweet Female_alien so funny Won so crazy Fierce so gentle Gwared so quiet (haven't seen much of you lately) Gower whos name is not based on a street in London Fluffy Bear who is gone for two months Athena aka JKR 8) Groo who loves to theorise (?sp) Jotomicron who is a doll and has a really nice heart Amon Re who I really miss and hopes he returns soon gecko who I don't really know yet but I'll get there Serafine who stumps me with her terms a lot The Dragon Master ya know I luv ya Lizzy Bennet a forceful voice Krum who is fasting against all advise Avalon-Queen a lovely Ravenclaw Broccoli who has a cool new Avatar Sonkem artist extrodinare ganymede a great new Gryffindor Tiggirl who need to check the common room and tell me what is going to happen now that I ate her choclate Moonstone another cool newbie [/list:u] And sooooo many more I'll try to name you personally the next go round. I luv you all and I am glad to be here at BandO Alice I
choki Joined: 1 May 2003 Posts: 3150 Location: In the Land of chicken worshippers, trying to open a fried chicken fastfood chain	Posted: Sunday 4 April 2004 09 26 17 am    Post subject: The Daily Prophet in topic:The Daily Prophet I decided to move the Daily Prophet from the Zonko's Joke Shop right to this section as I felt it is more suited here. For older issues of Daily Prophet - there were 4 of them, click here to view. Hopefully I can come up with a new issue within the next few days (I have loads of things to do but a lot of free time as well ) So now, anyone interested in as journalists, reporters? [b][u]The Daily Prophet - Issue no.1[/u][/b] [b]The Wizard Stock Exchange made easy. By your correspondent: gecko, Diagon Alley[/b] Ever wondered what the numbers normally on this page of the Daily Prophet are about? Does the abbreviation WSE remind you of a bathroom? Then please, read on. Today I will explain the basics of the Wizard Stock Exchange. It all started in the year 1258, when the famous stock making company, Stock & Stock, named after 2 brothers Stock, who invented stock, decided to give the wizard community a chance to own a part of their favourite stock maker. Because they couldn't come up with a proper name, the bits of ownership were henceforth called 'stocks'. Of course, a lot of wizards and witches bought the stocks and Stock & Stock used the money they earned through the auction to enlarge their activities. It seemed the perfect way for companies to get that money they needed to grow. And so, others followed. After a few years, in 1264, with so many companies giving out stocks, it was extremely hard to keep track of all transactions. The Wizard's Council, the predecessor of our Ministry of Magic, did all it could to come up with an efficient system for buying and selling stocks. In a few years, in 1268, the new system was ready to go. A system called 'stock exchange' was begun. It worked like as follows; As all companies had a certain price for which they sold their stocks to people, they had to owl-post that to their representative at the Wizard Stock Exchange, a building and company made specially for that purpose. At the WSE, skilled wizards and witches kept track of all current prices of stocks. Buying and selling stocks became so easy, even skilled squibs could take part in it. Nowadays, the WSE has transformed from the still quite crude workings of the late 13th century, to a place where the auction of stocks has become as easy as pointing your wand at a certain spot on a piece of parchment, and saying how much stocks you want buy or sell. Of course, if you wish to make a living out of buying and selling stocks, that's a different matter. It takes a great deal of courage, a tad of luck, and some business skills, and not to forget, money to buy your first stocks. Tune in next week, for the step-by-step guide: buying my first stock. This week's advices: + : The Leaky Cauldron, The Knight Bus, Ogden's Old Firewhisky - : Zonko's Joke Shop, Bertie Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans [b]Legacy of the legendary ancient runes. By your correspondent: choki, Hogsmeade[/b] Have you ever been fascinated with the legend of magical stones also known as ancient runes? What exactly are they? What is the hidden power behind every stone? Read on and you will be astonished by the various properties of the legendary runes. In many mythical legends, runes are often mentioned as stones with magical properties such as healing or elemental properties. Does runes really exist? They do. Wonderful isn’t it? Recently, a group of wizard archaeologists unearthed a couple of elemental runes. But before you start digging in your neighbour’s garden, please read on. Not all runes are constructive in nature. They can be very destructive. According to an ancient script written by Elwing, some of these runes contain far greater power than any wizard could have imagined. And before you run to your neighbour’s garden again, true runes, as Elwing calls them, are extremely rare. Elemental runes, as their names suggest, are associated with nature element forces such as wind, thunder, earth and fire. True runes usually are more powerful than normal runes. However, not just anyone is capable of using the power of the ancient runes. The bearer of the rune must be physically and mentally strong. Destiny also plays a part. Runemasters who have the ability to attach runes to the bearer’s hand, are as rare as seers. There were only 15 runemasters reported over the last 800 years! But there is no need to feel despair at the moment. There are reports of a mysterious person with the ability to attach runes. Is he or she the 16th runemaster? Remember to watch out of next issue, for 16th Runemaster Revealed and ways to identify runes. Advertisement Page Looking for fun pranks to pull on your friends? Mind is in a whirl for new birthday gifts? Come to Theanna's Crazy Inventions. More inventions coming up... Leaky Cauldron - a place to let loose your mind after a tired day at work. Be a party animal...oops wizard I mean [b][u]Daily Prophet Issue no.2[/u][/b] [b]Knight Bus: The journey starts with you. By your correspondent: AccioNiffler, Outerspace[/b] You are stranded in the muggle world with no form of communication and no way of escaping, what are you going to do? You don't know? Well, you better think fast! You check your pockets and realise that all you have is a daily prophet and your wand. What use will that do you when you are no Merlin at magic? Suddenly you look down at the paper and see an advertisement. Are you lost or stranded? Why not call on the Knight Bus to pick you up. So put your wand in the air and be prepared to pay the fare! We'll be there straight away to save you from your dismay! You had better give it a try-- is that a muggle I hear coming? So now you've raised your wand and been accepted onto the Knight bus, what can expect there? If you are expecting a boring ride to your destination your are seriously mistake. As soon as you step onto that bus you have entered the world of Gecko, Meg Boyd, and AccioNiffer. They are the conductor, official secretary and Greeter, and stewardess extrodinaire, respectively. Their sole purpose is to serve you! Gecko, the Knight Bus conductor, drives all over creation to take the passengers to their destination. The Bus has been all over Earth and to places such as Planet X. They are expected to soon visit Pluto! Meg Boyd is the Official Knight Bus Secretary and Greeter. She is there to keep all the many destinations in order and to greet all those that enter the bus. So remember, as soon as you set foot on the bus, inform Meg and Gecko where you want to go! AccioNiffler is the Stewardess Extrodinaire on the Knight Bus. If you need anything she will get it for you. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich, cauldron cakes, Dr. Pepper butterbeer (a speciality on the bus), or just a pillow, just ask and you shall receive. Other important characters that you may run into include Marcus Baker and Mr. Carty. Marcus is the owner of the bus, and he pops in and out. He has just recently finished a jazz tour on Planet X with Zledm007. Besides Marcus, you may run into Mr. Carty. He is Accio's enchanted cart. He's full of sweets and plenty of surprises. So next time you have nowhere to go, and no one to turn to, raise your wand in the air and hail the Knight Bus. They'll show up with a bang and leave you with a smile on your face! [b] MADAME MALKIN- WITCH WITH A FASHION SENSE by pinkyprincess12303, Daily Prophet correspondent[/b] I am sitting next to a bed at St. Mungo's. The room has white walls, white tile floor, and white metal beds with white sheets and white comforters. Most of the patients in the room are wearing white bed-gowns. In fact, the only thing in this room, besides me, that has a speck of colour is the woman in the bed I am sitting next to. She is wearing a dark purple silk bed-gown embroidered with orange flowers and a dark purple silk nightcap with an orange plume at the top. Her name is Madame Matilda Malkin. Daily Prophet: When did you first know you were meant for fashion? Madame Malkin: I have always had a sense of fashion. When I was young, my friends would carelessly dress their dolls in hideous robes of grey and white. So blah, so boring! But never would I, Matilda Malkin, dream of doing such horrors. My dolls were always wearing the height of fashion, in coordinating colours! DP: What was your experience at Hogwarts? MM: Well, it wasn't very good. The robes they have there are so drab, and even if i tried to spruce them up by bewitching them orange, one teacher or another would make them black again. DP: Why did you start Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions? MM: I wanted them to be somewhere where witches and wizards can get fashionable robes and other clothing for reasonable prices. I've been tremendously successful, owing mostly to the fact that I have a prime spot in Diagon alley. DP: And lastly, is it coincidence that there is a muggle jam company with the same name as you? MM: Yes. [b][u]Daily Prophet Issue no. 3[/u][/b] [b]Advice Page By your correspondent: hedwigslove57[/b] What is friendship? Friendship is something I know I couldn’t live without! It's something that helps you along your way steadily through life. If you're down you look to your friends to cheer you up. If you need help they come immediately. So why is it friends get in fights? Is it simply because they don't care, or is it that they don't understand? Making sure you've friends that understand you is the most important thing in a friendship. If you're in a fight with a friend it's most likely because you don't agree with one of their moral decisions. But if your friends understand you, they will know your morals and values. Very rarely does a true friend not care. It's usually the other way around so they care too much! It's possible that they are looking out for and think you are making a wrong decision. You will be thinking I don't need another mom to tell me what to do! But this just proves that they care about you! You always have to see both sides of the story. That's the only way things will get better! Now there's one more reason you could be fighting with your friend...you both are changing or have changed and you just don't click anymore. It doesn't mean you have to stop being friends or have to hate each other but maybe it's best if you just not try to be so close and look to different friends to talk to about this subject that you overlooked before! *If you have a problem or need to talk PM me with your troubles and I'll write back with my advice in the Daily Prophet! [b]The Mysterious 16th Runemaster[/b] By your correspondent: choki, Leaky Cauldron Who is the 16th runemaster? Ever since the report of ancient runes was published on the on the First Issue of Daily Prophet, we have received many owl mails, requesting for more news on runes. In this issue, I shall reveal the truth about the 16th runemaster. I spent 3 weeks, apparating from places to places, to source out information and whereabouts of one mysterious person. Through the help of one of the Unspeakables, I managed to arrange a meeting place with the runemaster. It was a Sunday morning 9 o’clock. I waited for the runemaster in a muggle café. While waiting at a silent corner for the appearance of the mysterious man, I began to picture him in my mind. The runemaster who is so knowledgeable about ancient runes and its uses, must definitely be an old geezer who lived for a century. I actually spent close to 15 minutes, laughing at the thought of an old man appearing saying he is the 16th runemaster until someone actually called my name. I looked up and was astonished to see a young beautiful lady smiling at me. She sat down right beside me and asked if I am the editor of Daily Prophet. She introduced herself as Resha, the 16th runemaster. I was totally shocked and several seconds later, I began to laugh. How silly I was to think that the runemaster had to be a man! Obviously Resha had no idea what I was laughing at, until I explained it to her. She too had a great laugh. After a few minutes of introduction, we began to talk about runes. Resha explained to me that runes are magical stones that are created by runemasters of the past. These runes are now dispersed all over the world after much turmoil in both magic and muggle worlds. I asked Resha about her ability to create runes and how runes can be used. Resha said although that she can create runes regardless of its ability to kill or heal and attach it to a person, it is usually the rune that chose the bearer. Not everyone can be a bearer of a particular rune. Resha then took out a small stone with a symbol of a lightening bolt – the Rune of Thunder. I followed her instruction and held out my right palm. Next, she placed the Rune of Thunder on my outstretched palm and the colour of the rune turned from a dull grey to a glowing red. Resha explained that I am not suited to be a bearer of the Thunder Rune. To be a bearer, the rune must accept the person as its bearer. To show it, the rune will glow in blue. She then showed me her palm. What I saw next was enough to send any nearby peeping muggles screaming and running. A stone, the size of a quail egg, emerged out of her flesh. It was a brightly green coloured rune. Once a rune is attached, its colour will no longer stay as dull grey but in its original colour. Upon closer inspection, I saw a familiar symbol! Resha has the Rune of Bright Light – the legendary rune of hope. The Rune of Bright Light is one of the most powerful true runes that were ever created. Before I could ask her anything, Resha handed a package to me, saying that I was meant to meet her. With that, she left the café. Feeling puzzled, I opened the package and to my surprise, there lies a grey stone with a symbol that I myself couldn’t even recognised with my recent research on runes. A small parchment fell out as I slowly held up the rune from the package. I picked it up and readied. At the point of time, the rune began to glow warmly. I looked at the rune that has changed into a blue colour and then to a bright purple and embedded itself into my right palm! I finally understood what Resha meant. On the note, Dear Choki, if my prediction was right, you should be able to change this rune to its original purple coloration. Of course, you, as the descendant of the 1st runemaster, should be able to use the rune your ancestor had created. You are now the rightful bearer of the Rune of Eternal Darkness – the legendary rune of despair. As you already know, the Rune of Eternal Darkness is an extremely powerful rune and is the exact opposite of the Rune of Bright Light. I hope you could use this rune in a healthy manner and not threaten to destroy the world. I have my faith in you, as the 16th runemaster and as your mentor. Don’t worry, you won’t be seeing the last of me. I will be back to take care of my little apprentice. Resha [b]A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A SQUIB by your correspondent: pinkyprincess[/b] Franny Wiggum wakes up each morning to the sound of an owl tapping at the window. The owl is bringing the daily prophet. She then goes downstairs to fix some coffee and bacon for breakfast. You may think, "Just an ordinary witch", but you are wrong. Franny is a squib, and this is her story. Once breakfast is ready, Franny gets into her car and drives to work at the same greasy fast food restaurant she has worked at since she was 18. She has been an outcast from the wizarding society since the year she turned 11. You see, Franny never got a letter for Hogwarts, or any other wizarding school for that matter. Her family, which is full of wizards, despises her. She never sees them and they only send her mail once a year, at Christmas when she receives a few sickles, maybe a hat. She can't even use these meagre gifts, as she has no attachment to the wizarding world. When Franny returns home from work she eats her dinner, and washes her dishes by hand, not even able to bewitch the sponge. I asked her, "why didn't you ever try Kwikspell or any other squib courses?" "I did. Last year I sent in for a Kwikspell course. They never even returned my owl, not even to send back my twenty galleons. I saved my Christmas galleons twenty years- for nothing!" You can see the anger in her red face and beady eyes. So now, we must ask ourselves: Should we help those without magical ability born of our kind? Or should we simply leave them to make their way in the non-magical world they know nothing of? [b][u]The Daily Prophet Issue No. 4 - Halloween Special [/u][/b] [b] All I Ever Wanted was to Take Over the World- Voldemort’s Story in Voldemort’s Words By Pinkyprincess, your DP correspondent[/b] "When I was 11, I put a charm on Patty Jones to make her toenails grow at a rate of 1 inch per hour- for eternity. Eventually, they figured out the counter charm, but that was when I first knew my calling- to take over the world." These heart-stirring words are not those of an ordinary wizard. They are the words of Voldemort. I had the special chance to interview him via floo powder not long ago, and I want to share my experiences with you. As you would think, being a dark lord doesn't pay very well. The room the interview took place in was not more then a dusty basement with dirt walls and a dirt floor. The only furniture in the room was a dusty table, with a book underneath one of the legs. "Meeting Harry Potter for the second time, when he was a first year, was really a motivating experience for me. It really got my life back on track, headed in the right direction. I didn't make much progress right afterwards, but now it looks like things are really going my way. I feel revitalized, renewed, and ready to face the world. It is almost like I just tried a really good new facial cream." Looking at his face, however, you can see that he hasn't had a really good facial cream in a long time. His face is wrinkled, scarred, and greenish-looking. Not very eluding to the beautiful- er- interesting soul beneath. So next time you kill a death-eater, or secretively plot ways of stopping Voldemort, remember the words he told me- "All I Ever Wanted Was to Take Over the World". [b] SPECIAL HALLOWEEN REPORT: Are Halloween Practices Endangering The Wizarding Community? By Pinkyprincess, DP special correspondent[/b] Most wizarding families think of Halloween as a time of trick or treating, pumpkin juice, feasting, and anti-cavity charms. But startling new research shows that Halloween practices may be endangering us all. A newly released report by the Malfoy Family Foundation (MFF) says that 82% of all magical children have ridden their broomstick near muggle communities on Halloween. 60.5% of adult witches and wizards have cast spells just for fun on Halloween in plain view of muggles, and 36% of all wizards have had magical bonfires (a magical bonfire is considered to be 500 feet tall or higher) without muggle repelling charms surrounding the bonfire grounds. "If we intend to keep muggles securely unaware of our practices, we need to use greater care during the Halloween time of year," says Helga Waters, a representative of Minister Fudge's office. "A book containing all laws concerning festive occasions is available at all Ministry of Magic offices. We deeply encourage you to pick one up this year before your Halloween bash." So next time you use an unburning fire hex on your broomstick and fly about town, or transfigure into a giant slug for your Halloween costume, consider the safety of you, your wizarding friends, and you children (if you have any).
Alice I Joined: 4 March 2004 Posts: 1585	Posted: Thursday 1 April 2004 01 58 47 am in topic:Give Another Forum Member a Smile! :) [b]GREAT BIG HUGE HUGGS FOR[/b] Krum and Choki who were so kind and stayed up with me all night keeping me company. for Choki and a double scoope for Krum who really did stay up ALL night with me PMing back and forth. You're a real doll hunny!!
Mint Joined: 16 April 2003 Posts: 2782 Location: Chasing evil duck commander Choki >:( on a chocobo!!!	Posted: Tuesday 30 March 2004 05 57 39 am in topic:Mint, choki and anime!!! I wanna read that one too!!! we dont have it. (absolute boyfriend) ;_; Guess what, remember u mentioned Fruit Basket? and I said I saw 1 eps and didnt really like it? Well - I won the 1st manga from the series ^^' (from the Newtype magazine I get) guess Im gonna be reading that now I wish I could read japanese, cause I wanna read manga for Full Moon too! Manga is always better then anime. Oh, Angelic Layer - I dont know how to expain it. They have these dolls and they battle each other. ^^' lol, now that I said that u prob. gonna think of Pockemon or smth -_-' Final Fantasy Unlimited - veeeery hard to explain. Its really unique.
Mistress Siana Joined: 12 December 2002 Posts: 1862 Location: Palace of Tears	Posted: Monday 9 February 2004 12 19 22 pm    Post subject: Memory...beware! Character death! in topic:Memory...beware! Character death! Memory [i]Night fell silently, slowly, too slowly almost to take in, spreading its old, rug-like cloak over blood-soaked earth. Obscuring silence. Waiting. Nothing else is as frightening, as maddening as waiting in the darkness when the horrors of daytime have already stolen upon your mind. Death steals and death flies. Memory is a mark burning far deeper inside than the visible ones. Burning chains. Synthesized nightmares. A faint reflection of a dying future, time torn apart mercilessly in front of your eyes. Death steals, shadow-like and poisonous upon your soul, and death flies, floating emerald green through silent nights.[/i] When Harry awoke, the man that had rescued him was almost dead. His breathing was only barely visible underneath his black robes, a skeletal body shivering from too many curses. Black strands of hair were falling lifelessly into his ever-that-pale face, lightly blowing about in his unsteady breath. He was even thinner than usual, white skin stretching like see-through paper over sharp bones. Eyes forced open, he was staring piercingly at the stirring boy. His thin lips formed a faint yet triumphant smile when he saw Harry open his eyes. "Potter", he hissed. The man's voice cracked. His bloodshot eyes were filled with cold, blank hatred and a distant reflection of pain. "I trust you are aware of how narrow your escape was tonight?" "Yes, Sir, I am." Narrow.Harry remembered vaguely that he'd already closed his eyes to meet death when the man had appeared to get him out. Everything had come about too fast to comprehend. Blinding lights, then darkness. Silence. Waking up on a clammy stone floor. Only one brief glance at the man beside him was enough to realize he wouldn't survive the night. A lump built up in his throat. He was dying because he'd rescued him. Rescued him again. How many lives had his vain attempts to save the world claimed? He was the boy who lived while everything around him was dying. "Potter." the man's voice was barely more than a whisper now. "You have to get out of here. See that staircase in the corner?" Harry turned his head and nodded slightly. "Very well." The man took in a rattling breath. "Wait about two more hours before you go. Follow the wider path through the forest until you reach Godric's Hollow. Did you understand me?" "Yes, Sir." "It is essential that you take the wider one. Under no circumstances take the narrow path! " "Where are we here?" "As safe as we can be." Harry inhaled deeply and leant back against the stone wall, his eyes shut. The moist air smelt old and musty, half-rotten, like a foreign body in his lungs. He felt heavy and tired, very, very tired, as if a ravenous emptiness was consuming him from the inside. He searched the dim light for anything to recognize but he could only make out fragments and the shadow of a stairway. Cold stone everywhere. Two more hours. In two more hours, he would be alone, and the man beside him would be dead. It was an absurd picture, seeing him like that, him, who never showed any weakness. Harry bit his lower lip so hard he could feel the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. He would not cry. Not in his presence. - When Harry stirred up from a light, dreamless sleep, he was unaware of how much time had passed. His clothes drenched from lying on the damp floor, he felt cold and sore. From somewhere outside, he could hear a wolf's dreadful howl cut the night like a scythe. The man in the corner next to him coughed. "Potter", he hissed, "it's time now." Again, Harry could only just nod as a reply. If he'd as much as whispered a word, his voice, he feared, would have broken and revealed the pain and fear and guilt he felt. The man had his arms wrapped around his body and shivered. He seemed to feel terribly cold. Slowly, he turned his head around to face Harry with hostile black eyes. "I." he began, but broke off. It appeared to take all of his strength to keep breathing. "I have.an important information for the headmaster. It is. required.that you deliver it in my place." "Of course, Sir. What is it, Sir?" The man's head had fallen back against the wall, his long fingers clinching firmly, almost spastically to a fist. Anxiously, Harry held his breath. Was it over now? Was he dying? "Do what you have to do", whispered the man, almost inaudibly now. Do what you have to do.Harry swallowed. He knew pretty well what that meant; it was something the two of them had played through countless times. He reached for his wand, but realized it was gone. Of course, they'd taken it. Reluctantly, he rose to his feet and walked over to the dying man. The sound of his footfalls resonated in the darkness, distorted by the barren walls, muffled and hollow. A cold shiver ran down Harry's spine. Slowly, careful not to make any noise, he knelt down besides the shivering body. He seemed at the verge of death, fighting desperately not to lose consciousness. Harry inhaled deeply and slid a cautious hand inside the man's robe to reach for his wand. He felt his hand shake slightly when he pointed it at the man and whispered "Legilimens". Harry was overwhelmed by a surge of pictures swilling towards him. The man seemed to desperately try and hold them back, but he was no longer strong enough. A little, black haired girl was playing with a baby doll, singing a lullaby. [i]Rock a bye baby in the treetop, when the wind blows the cradle will rock...[/i]strident laughter filled the air, slowly fading into nothingness.again the girl, lying lifelessly in the man's arms. The images became darker, contours blended. Harry felt the man was getting weaker, his time was running out. He needed to find the information.there! A black-robed woman was performing a charm on a little boy.a memory charm. Albus Dumbledore's face was tired, old and worn, and yet there was a sparkle of hope in his light blue eyes when he looked at the young man before him. "Lily and James?" he asked, but the other man only shook his head. Slowly, he removed the hood that concealed his face. "Forgive me", he whispered, his voice cracking, "Forgive me, I failed." The little boy was crying as the woman left.Bellatrix. The woman was Bellatrix Lestrange, and . a dark-haired man slowly fell to his knees before a fresh grave.the crying little boy was... [i]When the bough breaks the cradle will fall... [/i]Neville! That was it. Harry felt cold sweat run down his face when he broke the connection. His whole body trembling, he stared into the man's face. He was hardly breathing now, but his eyes were still half-opened, focusing Harry with a blend of loath and shame. "Leave.now!" he groaned and turned his head away. Harry wished there was something he could do for the man, but the war had mercilessly taught him realism. He could not save him, he was lost. Finally, Harry obeyed and rose to his feet, but in his mind, there was a question he couldn't simply let go of. "Sir." he muttered, blushing, "who was the girl?" The man's fingers dug into his robe. "My daughter", he finally whispered, his voice suddenly soft and painful. "They.killed her for my. betrayal." Harry closed his eyes. He knew what it meant to lose. He wanted to put the wand back inside the man's robes, but then decided that he himself would maybe need it more. He knew he should say thank you, but the words wouldn't pass his lips.he couldn't just plain thank him for giving his life to save him, could he? There had to be something more, something adequate. It all seemed so wrong to him, so very wrong. After a while, Harry turned around and left without looking back. There was no more to say. The man was dead. Fin Disclaimer: You know who.J Author's notes: Death steals and death flies.A play with the two possible translations of Voldemort: flight of death and theft of death. When the bough breaks the cradle will fall... The complete rhyme goes like this: Rock-A-Bye Baby Rock a bye baby in the treetop When the wind blows the cradle will rock When the bough breaks the cradle will fall And down will come baby, cradle and all I still don't know how this came to my mind.Flames? I love flames! Flames! My Flames!!