p style="text-align: center;"emstrongAuthor´s Note/strong: Hi, welcome to this collection of mine filled with One-Shots, and Challenge Ideas revolving around Harry Potter. What you will find here is free for grabs, because it is just a bunch of Stuff that i think could be interessting, but i can´t work them out properly. So, if you think one of the Storys or Challenge Ideas is up your Ally, be my Guest and go wild. Just one thing i´d like in return: If you build on an Idea found here, and publish it, please leave a Review when you do so here, to inform me about it, since i´d really like to read what came from it. Otherwise, just tell me what you think, and if you see Room for improvement, don´t be shy, tell me. But now, on to the first Story, and i hope you have Fun with it/embr /br /p
p style="text-align: center;"strongGolden Coin in a strange Device/strongbr /br /br /Harry James Potter, to any neutral party, would look like a pretty normal, if a bit thin young Man, just enjoying the summerwarmth in a public Park, laying in the soon-to-be cut Grass, allowing the Sun to give him a nice Tan. But for those who where willing to get a bit closer, they would see a lot of distress in his Face, barely masked by a pretense of Calmness. Less then a Week ago, Harry had witnessed the return of Voldemort, the darkest Wizard in recent History, and had barely escaped the Psycho. The one thing that allowed Harry at the Moment to stay put where he was over the Summer, and not go on a crazy Manhunt after the dark Wanker, was the Fact that it could have been worse. When he offered Cedric to take the Tri-Wizard-Cup "together, a Victory for Hogwarts" the older Boy had readyly agreed, and was only saved by pure Luck. Just half a Second before both of them would have touched the Cup, Cedric had to sneeze, preventing him from being kidnapped, and most likely killed. br /`Seriously´ Harry thought to himself, `if this where a Story someone thought up, i would call this lazy writing´. br /However, Harry still wanted to do something, anything to help the Fight. He knew he was to weak at the Moment, logicly at least, but Voldy was the Murderer of his Parents. And their betrayer, Wormtail would not be far away from him. Those two facts burned in him, and tried to overturn his acceptance of the usual hiding with the Dursleys. `No use lying here the whole Time´ Harry concluded, `without more Power i will never get either one of them´. A bit calmer now, Harry decided to follow one of the Tracks that encircled the Park and walk a few rounds to clear his Head. He had to start his Homework this Evening, afterall. br /br /####***####br /br /It only took Harry a few minutes, to have his plans, unknowingly, derailed. While walking the seldom used, and therefore, less well maintained Path, he found something on the Ground, in his attempt to avoid any cracks or Holes in it. Near perfectcly in the middle of his Path lay something. Said something resembling a Beltbuckle in a weird Way. Cautious, having learned the hard Way that weird things just popping up often meant harm and Pain for a Wizard, Harry grabbed the Object to examine it more closely. While the backside was just a bit dirty, the front was quite interesting. The Center held what looked like a golden Coin, with a Tyrannosaurus embossed in it. Around it was some sort of closing Mechanism, but because of some heavy damage the Object had obtained, it would not work anymore. It looked like someone or something had tried to cut right through the Thing, or more likely, through whoever had worn it at the Time of the attack. But the most interessting thing for Harry was, that he could feel some form of Magic inside the Buckle, which is what he decided to call it. Deciding that it warranted more thought, Harry started walking towards a playground in the Park, hoping to find a Bench in the Shade, so thinking would be less exhausting. br /br /####***####br /br /Dolores Umbridge whas quite happy with herself this fine Afternoon. She had just convinced Minister Fudge to allow her to sent three Dementors after the Potter Boy, to "shut him up with his Lies about you-know-who´s return". And while Fudge made damn sure that she alone would take the Fall if this came back to bite his Ass, she was´nt bothered in the slightest, since succes would mean a big reward from her Master. Now she just had to wait till success was reported back to her. br /br /####***####br /br /Harry at the same Time, had quite a bit of success for himself. After having spend one or two Hours simply turning the Buckle in his Hands, trying to figure out what kind of Magic it had, and coming up with nothing, he had then tried to push his own Magic into it. That, got a result. The moment he started, he could feel a response, could feel the Buckle taking in what he gave, and starting to repair itself. By now he had given about a Quarter of his own Magic, and the repair seemed mostly be done. Unfortunatly, that was also when his Luck for the Day seemed to run out. The Temperature around him seemed to drop by several Degrees, and a familiar Chill run down his Spine. But something was different. He did´nt feel any despair or depression, but instead fury and anger, but controlled and under his Command. Pushing that back in his Mind to examine later, Harry got to his Feet and turned in the direction where he could feel the Cold coming from, and started to run. Less then a Minute later, he came across one of the larger lawns in the Park, where quite a few Muggles had been enjoying the Afternoon when he came by a few Hours earlier. Now some of them where running from something they could´nt see, but the majority seemed to have passed out under the Assault, including Dudley and his Gang. As much as Harry wanted his Cousin to suffer, the only one he wished the Dementor´s Kiss was Voldemort. He had to safe them, but if he used a Spell he would be in Trouble. At that moment, he felt a small tuck on his Magic, coming from his that still held the Buckle. He was´nt sure how he knew, but in this moment he was certain that the Buckle was fully repaired and now called out to him, wanting to be used for the Fight. He also felt an instinctive knowledge on HOW to use it entering him./p
p style="text-align: center;"br /"I guess i have nothing to lose here anyway, hmm?" Refocusing on the Dementors, he made sure to have a good, balanced stand, and raised the Buckle in a familiar, if never done Way to his Chest. br /"Ready!" One deep breath to center himself. "It´s morphing Time!"/p
p style="text-align: center;""strongTyrannosaurus/strong!"/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongGolden Coin in a strange Device/strongbr /br /br /Harry James Potter, to any neutral party, would look like a pretty normal, if a bit thin young Man, just enjoying the summerwarmth in a public Park, laying in the soon-to-be cut Grass, allowing the Sun to give him a nice Tan. But for those who where willing to get a bit closer, they would see a lot of distress in his Face, barely masked by a pretense of Calmness. Less then a Week ago, Harry had witnessed the return of Voldemort, the darkest Wizard in recent History, and had barely escaped the Psycho. The one thing that allowed Harry at the Moment to stay put where he was over the Summer, and not go on a crazy Manhunt after the dark Wanker, was the Fact that it could have been worse. When he offered Cedric to take the Tri-Wizard-Cup "together, a Victory for Hogwarts" the older Boy had readyly agreed, and was only saved by pure Luck. Just half a Second before both of them would have touched the Cup, Cedric had to sneeze, preventing him from being kidnapped, and most likely killed. br /`Seriously´ Harry thought to himself, `if this where a Story someone thought up, i would call this lazy writing´. br /However, Harry still wanted to do something, anything to help the Fight. He knew he was to weak at the Moment, logicly at least, but Voldy was the Murderer of his Parents. And their betrayer, Wormtail would not be far away from him. Those two facts burned in him, and tried to overturn his acceptance of the usual hiding with the Dursleys. `No use lying here the whole Time´ Harry concluded, `without more Power i will never get either one of them´. A bit calmer now, Harry decided to follow one of the Tracks that encircled the Park and walk a few rounds to clear his Head. He had to start his Homework this Evening, afterall. br /br /####***####br /br /It only took Harry a few minutes, to have his plans, unknowingly, derailed. While walking the seldom used, and therefore, less well maintained Path, he found something on the Ground, in his attempt to avoid any cracks or Holes in it. Near perfectcly in the middle of his Path lay something. Said something resembling a Beltbuckle in a weird Way. Cautious, having learned the hard Way that weird things just popping up often meant harm and Pain for a Wizard, Harry grabbed the Object to examine it more closely. While the backside was just a bit dirty, the front was quite interesting. The Center held what looked like a golden Coin, with a Tyrannosaurus embossed in it. Around it was some sort of closing Mechanism, but because of some heavy damage the Object had obtained, it would not work anymore. It looked like someone or something had tried to cut right through the Thing, or more likely, through whoever had worn it at the Time of the attack. But the most interessting thing for Harry was, that he could feel some form of Magic inside the Buckle, which is what he decided to call it. Deciding that it warranted more thought, Harry started walking towards a playground in the Park, hoping to find a Bench in the Shade, so thinking would be less exhausting. br /br /####***####br /br /Dolores Umbridge whas quite happy with herself this fine Afternoon. She had just convinced Minister Fudge to allow her to sent three Dementors after the Potter Boy, to "shut him up with his Lies about you-know-who´s return". And while Fudge made damn sure that she alone would take the Fall if this came back to bite his Ass, she was´nt bothered in the slightest, since succes would mean a big reward from her Master. Now she just had to wait till success was reported back to her. br /br /####***####br /br /Harry at the same Time, had quite a bit of success for himself. After having spend one or two Hours simply turning the Buckle in his Hands, trying to figure out what kind of Magic it had, and coming up with nothing, he had then tried to push his own Magic into it. That, got a result. The moment he started, he could feel a response, could feel the Buckle taking in what he gave, and starting to repair itself. By now he had given about a Quarter of his own Magic, and the repair seemed mostly be done. Unfortunatly, that was also when his Luck for the Day seemed to run out. The Temperature around him seemed to drop by several Degrees, and a familiar Chill run down his Spine. But something was different. He did´nt feel any despair or depression, but instead fury and anger, but controlled and under his Command. Pushing that back in his Mind to examine later, Harry got to his Feet and turned in the direction where he could feel the Cold coming from, and started to run. Less then a Minute later, he came across one of the larger lawns in the Park, where quite a few Muggles had been enjoying the Afternoon when he came by a few Hours earlier. Now some of them where running from something they could´nt see, but the majority seemed to have passed out under the Assault, including Dudley and his Gang. As much as Harry wanted his Cousin to suffer, the only one he wished the Dementor´s Kiss was Voldemort. He had to safe them, but if he used a Spell he would be in Trouble. At that moment, he felt a small tuck on his Magic, coming from his that still held the Buckle. He was´nt sure how he knew, but in this moment he was certain that the Buckle was fully repaired and now called out to him, wanting to be used for the Fight. He also felt an instinctive knowledge on HOW to use it entering him./p
p style="text-align: center;"br /"I guess i have nothing to lose here anyway, hmm?" Refocusing on the Dementors, he made sure to have a good, balanced stand, and raised the Buckle in a familiar, if never done Way to his Chest. br /"Ready!" One deep breath to center himself. "It´s morphing Time!"/p
p style="text-align: center;""strongTyrannosaurus/strong!"/p