Disclaimer: Look at the other two parts of this here thing, the same applies to this one after all. Title: Chapter Fourteen: Oscillating, Part Three Hogwarts was, in the summer months, the...of the four types of winged horses in Potterverse (Aethonan, Abraxan and Thestral being the others). As for the potions: Comminuo —to weaken, damage Exanimus —to lose will, courage, spirit

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. I just nicked him to make him suffer... Don’t deny it, you like it that way. Written: Back in the day. Rating: Same as the last. Genre: Same as Part One. Type...him coming. “Leave me alone.” With those words, Harry strode out of the room, wrenched the door open-- and walked straight into Remus Lupin, who had been in the process of entering the house. * *

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. I just nicked him to make him suffer... Don’t deny it, you like it that way. Dedication: To lawofsyllogism , she made some kickass fanart for this section... he must be starved... Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Dumbledore create a silver bird out of the tip of his wand, which sped skywards and disappeared, as if swallowed by the sunlight. * *

Disclaimer: Just think. If this were mine, I’d be currently touring the world in my private jet... :dreamy sigh: I like airplanes. And travelling. Note: Again, split into bits... Written: 2003 sometime...his identity?” Dumbledore said gravely, all hints of amusement gone from his aged face. Harry nodded once, still surveying the group before him with deep mistrust. “Fawkes, I need proof!” * * * TBC

Disclaimer: Just think. If this were mine, I’d be currently touring the world in my private jet... :dreamy sigh: I like airplanes. And travelling. Note: Again, split into bits. Not sure if two or more...spells left and right, closer to the gathering mass of Dementors that seemed to spring from nowhere and headed to the exact point where Harry was being taken. Somewhere behind him, Dudley screamed. * *

Disclaimer: Not mine, etc. etc. etc. ad infinitum, ad nauseam... In this chapter: Lots of speculations, anger, and yelling at Dudley. Oh, and new developments ensue at the ghost town of Inverarray. ... something ...” Harry felt the approaching figures more than he heard them, but had no time to move. Something nudged his back, strong enough to send him sprawling, face forward, to the ground. * * * TBC

Disclaimer: Not mine, etc. In this chapter: Lots of speculations, anger, and yelling at Dudley. Oh, and new developments ensue at the ghost town of Inverarray. Written: 2003 sometime, revised 2004,...and his Firebolt up with a jerky movement. “I did!” Dudley cried from somewhere to Harry’s right. “This thing just wobbled and fell down!” Oh . Eyes widened in realisation. Bugger. * *

Disclaimer: The usual rot about this being free for people to read, and how I'm not JKR and thus don't own much aside from my sorry hide. Written: 2003 sometime, revised 2004, 2008... Rating: I'll let... Without waiting for Dumbledore to protest, he pointed shakily downwards at the barren landscape that stretched far beneath their feet. “And those... those are the Wastes of Azkaban.” * * * TBC

Disclaimer: Not mine, cept for what so happens to be mine, not making any money out of this, so on and so forth. Note: I'll be splitting the chapters into two or more parts from now on, seeing as LJ... Instead of offering an explanation, Fred’s next question was aimed at the headmaster. “Professor Dumbledore, you have a Pensieve, don’t you?” * * * Carries on in Chapter 11, Part Two, folks

Disclaimer: Kindly refer to Chapter 8 disclaimer, I'm dozing. Dedication: To fluffy animals of any kind, puppies and baby hippogriffs. Written: 2003 sometime, revised 2004 and 2008 Rating: Interior...to rise, bathing the world in blood red hues that made it look like it was on fire, when Fawkes gave a last cry and made his defeated way back to his master, in a flash of red flame. * * * TBC