Why do you love hbp?
Why do you need hbp?
Always and forever

We met on a forum
Where the love thread can fully bloom
Sure the World Wide Web is great
But you, harry potter you make me "salvavate"

Yes I love cos
But not as much as hp, you see
But I still love cos
Always and forever

Our theories are like a flock of doves
Flying up to heav'n above
Always and forever
Always and forever

Yes, harry potter is truly great
Always and forever


[Song based on "Always & Forever" from Napoleon Dynamite P Diddy style.]

July 13th....3 days to go!

The number three pops up in everything Harry Potter; in particular number 13. Even plot hints have been based on it, so lets examine these, on July 13th. Lets ponder over the importance of this number.

* The first chapter has been at the back of JK Rowling's mind for 13 years.

* Voldemort regained his physical form 13 years after his initial defeat.

* Trelawney stated that when 13 dine together the first to rise is the first to die.

* Chapter 13 always seems to introduce a 'bad' or 'evil' character

* Voldemort wants 13 years re-payment from Wormtail before he forgives him

* The thirteen best Quidditch teams formed the original league

* JK Rowling re-wrote chapter 9 in GoF 13 times before she was happy

* Sirius Black was convicted for murdering 13 people with a single curse (lated discovered to be 12 after Pettigrew faked his own death)

Now let's consider the number 13 in society.

* The fear of number 13 is triskaidekaphobia

* Friday the 13th is considered to be very unlucky

* The myth of 13 to dine comes from the Last Supper, at which Judas Iscariot was said to have been the thirteenth guest to sit at the table. (Judas later betrayed Jesus, leading to His crucifixion, and then took his own life.)

* No hotel has a room number 13, because of the fear of bad luck

So, these are just some of the many references to the number 13. As we all think about this for July 13th, we can consider just what this may mean, if at all, and whether it can lead us to anything in the Half-Blood Prince.

Handsome some find him and smart indeed
As a life saver he’ll succeed
Randomly does he pick a place
Routes to famous were not on his map
You shall see in HBP

Practice he does for he learns from Dumbledore
Order he knows from under the staircase
Tantrums from his cousin he can expect
Tears he doesn’t usually shed
Expelled from Hogwarts he won’t be
Right now 6 days to go and the light will shine once again!

All thanks to one writer who had a boy in her mind
Now she will see what he can do
Down to earth the boy is

Jinxing, hexing; she can do it all
.
Kindness is a nature she won’t pass
.

Reading and imagining is what she does
On her account we can not blame her
What would we then do without her?
Life will someday move on
In this time, however, none can stop us
No, we’ll get our hands on HBP
Grabbing for gold the reader will be!

Orginal made by: Kim (Kimmetje)

The Half-Blood Prince

Two years of waiting at an end,
the tale is now drawing near,
the story of magic, the story of Harry,
is going to further appear.

Long we have waited and what we have guessed,
We’ll soon find out what is true,
The clues have been laid, the plotlines addressed,
The tension, it evermore grew.

The greatest enigma, that we have been pond’ring,
Is he who is royal, the one that is crowned.
The Prince that is Half-Blood, he leaves us all wond’ring,
What is his story, what is he about?

He might be an ally, a powerful one,
Who’s helping out Harry now the war has begun.
He might be a friend that no one’s detected,
We all might have met him, but never suspected.

Out of the past he might be sailing,
To help all those who Voldemort’s ailing.
Perhaps he bears a mighty device,
That leads to the Dark Lord’s final demise.

Nine more times the sun goes down,
Until we’ll know who bears the crown.
That leaves us more time to sit and reflect,
About the story we love to disect.

Before I end my little rhyme,
I’ll give you now a piece of my mind:
In my opinion the Prince is non other
Than Aberforth Dumbledore, the Headmaster’s brother.

J.

Oh darling Harry of whom I'm so fond
I love the way you wave your wand
And that your messy hair's not blond
If you were there I'd jump in a pond

There's pictures of you in my room
I love the way you ride your broom
Although it sometimes leads to doom
You should have your own perfume

I talk about you on the comp
And while I've found that others chomp
I love it when you yell and stomp
Harry Harry Harry glomp

I've noticed some ever lasting trends
I love it when you save your friends
It seems as though this never ends
Harry ... moo wee yay Harry transcends

I love it when you go to class
And worry if you're going to pass
I only hope you'll give him sass
Before you kick old Voldy's behind

I've been without you for so long
Wondering if you're getting strong
And if my theories are all wrong
You make break out into song

You make me giddy with delight
I'll wait and wait and wait all night
And I'll be ready to start a fight
They get in my way, I'll give them a bite

I'll give them money from my purse
Because I want to see you curse
With your wand or as you converse
Will your temper ever reverse?
And who will end up in a hearse?
My questions are becoming too diverse
Waiting longer just makes it worse
Harry, you rule the universe

"'Twas the 15th of July..."

'Twas the 15th of July and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The Hogsmedianites sat by the chimney with care,
In the hope that the Potter Book soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visons of Quidditch danced in their heads.
And Emma in her 'kerchief and Lani in his cap,
had just settled their brains for a short summer nap.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from her bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the window, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the astronomy tower,
gave the lustre of midday to blossom and flower.
When, what past my wondering eyes should uplift,
But a miniture sleigh pulled by seven Hypogriffs.

With a little lady driver, so lively, not slow
I knew in a moment it must be our Jo,
More rapid than eagles, her courses they came,
and she whistled and shouted and called them by name:

Now Fuchsia, Now Thayet,
Now Nutty the Niffler,
On Aragog, Amina ,
On Wep and sinistra.
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
No dash away, dash away,
Dash away all!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the courses they flew,
with the sleigh full of books and Miss Rowling too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney our Jo came with a bound.

She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot,
and her robes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of books she had flung on her back,
and she looked like a peddler just opening her pack.

Her eyes--how they twinkled! Her dimples, how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, hwe nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and her robes were as blue as the lake down below.
The end of a wand poked out of her pocket,
From it flew sparks like a firework rocket.
Her face was pretty and her figure was svelt,
A pouch full of Galleons tucked under her belt.

Though not dressed in a tea towel, like Dobby, the elf,
and I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself.
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
and passed out the books, then turned with a jerk.
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney she rose.

She sprang to her sleigh, to her team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, 'ere she drove out of sight,


"Happy reading to all, and to all a good night!"

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Often times, when I find a moment
I sit back in my thoughts and ponder,
When will J.K. write the next Harry Potter to end the
endless wonder?

It's so tempting to search for answers
To know what character will meet their demise.
We know it can't be Harry himself,
For book 7 will come a roll he must reprise.

It has been so long coming
That I've being guessing since,
That when book 6 would finally come
It would be called Harry Potter and the Half Blood
Prince.

I'm craving the answers to
The mystery of the magical world
I got so excited one time
I became dizzy with giddy and hurled.

Haunting my mind day and night,
Is the burning question Œwho will fall in love with
who?‚
Will it be Ron or Harry, Hermione?
With such cute friends, what's a girl to do?

With every day comes the anticipation
Of the release date July 16
I even bought a new pair of J34n5
To go with my "The future Mrs. Kenobi" tee.

But looking just right is only half the battle
How will I stay up past midnight?
Lucky for me, it will be my birthday weekend
So I will spend the first part of the night, no doubt,
in a bar fight.

I wonder if that hot guy from Barnes & Nobles
Will still be working by the time I get there.
Even though he works in the music department
A girl can still hope that there will be love in the
air.

The moment will finally come
I'll probably be running and jumping and all that jazz
Screaming from the top of my lungs in Yoda speak,
"Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince been released,
it has."

Mrs. Figg may have made a bad babysitter, but she was not a cruel
woman. So when Dudley's fifth birthday came around, on a broiling,
sticky, and altogether nasty day, she decided that she couldn't leave
poor Harry sitting around the house. It occured to her that Bethriel,
a two-year-old Siamese, could do with some time outside, and both
Bethie and Harry accompanied her on a walk to the neighbourhood park.

Harry -- small at four, quiet, and relatively well-behaved -- liked
the playground. He liked the swings (when the older girls let him on
it). He liked the sandbox (when Dudley wasn't in it). And he liked
playing tig with the other local boys, though they didn't much like
him. Dudley didn't like the playground; he didn't like much of
anything. And Aunt Petunia only took them where Dudley wanted to go.

Mrs. Figg didn't take him to the playground, though. Bethie didn't
like noisy children. Instead, they wandered to a quiet field a little
way off, a sheet of dry grass bordered by a very deep pond. Mrs. Figg
gave him a jam sandwich that smelt a little of her cats, told him not
to go near the water, and promptly fell asleep. Harry ate his lunch
thoughtfully.

At least, he started on it. He'd only taken two bites when a very fat
duck waddled up to him. The bird stepped over a old bottle, fixed him
with one eye, and snatched the bread out of Harry's hand.

He blinked.

"Um," he said. "Excuse me, Mr. Duck?" Aunt Petunia had told him that
animals couldn't talk. This one, at least, looked too stupid to. But
he tried again.

"That's my sandwich. I need it back, please." The duck quacked, and,
growling in contempt, shimmied on back to the water.

Harry peered at Mrs. Figg. She and Bethie snored quietly together,
linked paw in hand. He wasn't supposed to go near the water. But he
was hungry, and it was a good sandwich. For a minute, he stood there,
watching his lunch get carried off -- and then hurried off after it on
tiptoe.

"Mr. Duck, that's mine." The bird paused and let out a muffled quack.
"It's not nice to take things like that. You could get in trouble." He
tried to look the duck in the eye, but he wasn't sure which eye he was
supposed to look at. "Um. I could try to get you another sandwich..."
But the duck was rather enamored with his own, none-too-special
specimen. The only thing to be said for it was that it was now rather
gooey. "Could we share it?" he asked doubtfully. The duck ignored him
and, with a final quack, jumped into the lake.

For awhile, Harry watched Mr. Duck swim. It hadn't eaten his sandwich
yet, which Harry found queer, and very selfish. If it didn't want
Harry's food, why had it taken his sandwich? He found the answer when
a swarm of ducklings popped out from under a low willow branch, and
started nibbling at the now-soggy relic. Perhaps it wasn't Mr. Duck at
all - it might be a Mama Duck, and then it was a very nice Mama Duck,
for feeding her babies. But she needn't have taken Harry's food to do
it with. Lots of people gave the ducks bread. Taking Harry's bread was
stealing, and it was very rude, too.

But it was a nice little family of ducks.

An anxious voice broke in over his reverie. "Harry dear! Get back
here! What are you doing over there? Didn't I tell you not to go near
the water? You could have drowned, you could have died, a stranger
might have taken you, and I wouldn't know where you'd gone! Now come
back this instant!"

Harry followed his orders meekly, and explained, staring at the
ground, that he had just wanted to get his sandwich.

"I'll make you another before you go home. But don't do that, it's
naughty and dangerous." Mrs. Figg scooped up Bethie with one hand,
snatched Harry's arm with the other, and rushed the party home.

This was too strange. Harry decided that he didn't like ducks.
They acted like they were princes.

Harry Potter: "I, Sirius Black, being of sound mind and body do hereby

bequeath my beloved flying motorbike to The Half Blood Prince. What??

Who is the half blood prince?"




















Trevor The Frog Longbottom AKA The Half Blood Prince: "Wheeeee!"

Harry Potter And the Half Blood Prince [satire: not
spoilers]
a synopsis as told by one, the happiest boy
in the world, EVAR.

Harry Potter and the rest of the trio [thats 2 people, in case you were
unawares] set out at the beginning of their sixth year at Hogwarts to
find the power that can undo the Dark Lord [Voldemort, as it were, not:
the domestic lord]. Hijinks
ensue, naturally, as the gang is forced to deal with Draco Malfoy and his sub-intelligent
minions. This leads us onto the main plot, as Draco has discovered a
powerful new ally, the
Half Blood Prince. Using a powerful variation of divination, known
only as purple rain, this Half Blood Prince foresees the war and the
means with which to win it. The Book finishes with a dazzling race for
the tools to achieve dominion over the wizarding world, items that no
one would expect. The boys are forced into the muggle world to gather
the pieces to the greatest puzzle
yet known. Only when the 3 runes are gathered together will the
greatest amoung them be known. A stunning twist at the end reveals that
the runes collected by the trio have been stolen not by the Death
Eaters, but a Smooth
Criminal, with most devious
methods!.

Twenty-six Nights before Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

a poem by the Bad Poet Laureate



Twas 26 nights before the Half-Blood Prince, and all through the forums,

Not a spoiler was posted, not even by the hoodlums.

The theories were flying around Divination Studies with thought,

In hopes that they could find answers to the questions they sought.



The students were perusing each Half-Blood Prince thread,

While asking themselves, “Is Sirius Black really dead?

And the prefects with their shiny badges were patrolling,

While I decided to take the night off to go bowling.



When over in the Great Hall arose such a clatter,

I threw down my bowling shoes to see what was the matter!

When what to my wondering eyes should I read,

But a new member claiming to have a real HBP lead.



“What is this nonsense?” I say to myself,

“Voldemort is not going to be defeated by a 3 foot tall elf!

Harry Potter will be the one to do it when the time is right,

Until then, get this rubbish out of my site!”



A crisis averted, as I lock down that leak,

Hermione better not catch you being such a SNEAK

The cleverest, brightest witch of her age

Spoilers tend to work her into a very scary rage.



Bowling thoughts forgotten as I settle down in my seat

I click on a thread entitled “Neville Has 2 Left Feet”

Could his klutzy forgetfulness be the result of a charm?

What else could have caused that boy so much harm?



“Who is the Half-Blood Prince?” another one asks

I read through the detailed post listing all known facts

Dean Thomas is out, goat loving Aberforth in

Performing illegal charms on goats doesn’t mean he was born in a bin.



I browse through more threads as new posts keep appearing,

Dumbledore is one powerful guy, but is he the one Voldemort is fearing?

Will Hermione date Ron or will Harry be her man?

Half-Blood Prince will give some answers, to the delight of many a fan.



I spring into action typing another speculative post

I can’t decide which questions I want answered the most.

Wait just a little bit longer; July 16th is that magical date
When questions will be answered and we learn more of Harry Potter’s fate!

The Ballad of the Half Blood Prince

Prince Argus is delicious!
Prince Argus is divine!
Prince Argus washed the dishes,
And made the toilets shine!
But now he lives in glory,
As he has ever since,
Prince Argus was revealed as
The Half-Blood Prince!

His reign has been delightful,
The kingdom is so clean!
Hogwarts is the shiniest,
That we have ever seen.
We have a new-made princess,
Formerly Miss Pince.
She married old Prince Argus,
The Half-Blood Prince!

He's made a royal statement,
A masterful decree.
"You will all regret it,
Who weren't nice to me!"
He's forthright and outspoken.
His words he doesn't mince.
Let all bow down and worship,
The Half-Blood Prince!

His latter-day employer,
Headmaster Dumbledore's
Been seized for spilling Stinksap
On the royal floors!
He's forced to run the Royal Rack,
Though screams cause him to wince.
He's doing it by order of
The Half-Blood Prince!

McGonagall's in prison,
For calling him a dink.
Snape, for making potion stains,
In a fresh-washed sink.
Child labor runs the laundry--
In chains they wash and rinse.
The students wash the skivvies of,
The Half-Blood Prince!

But who will clean the kingdom,
If everyone's in jail?
Good Prince Argus leaves the throne,
To get his mop and pail.
He scrubs from dawn to midnight,
As he has ever since,
Prince Argus was revealed as,
The Half-Blood Prince!

Ali was at his computer working on the new HBP style for CoS. This was on the difficult side as he only had four pictures to work with but, as usual, he was doing an amazing job anyway.
He was just finishing up and he went to upload the changes when something strange started to happen, his whole body started to tingle and the next thing he knew he was being sucked into the computer!
He felt like he was spinning and spinning. The next thing he knew, he looked up and saw a giant of a man in front of him.
“But. . . but, you’re Hagrid!” he exclaimed!
“I see yeh know me name,” said Hagrid. “Not surprised and all yeh bein’ who yeh are”
“But I’m not really anybody special,” Ali said “TheWizard is just a screen name. I’m not really a wizard!”
“Not a wizard! Never made somethin’ magical happen when yeh was doin’ yeh’re codin’ there on the computer! Ali not a wizard! Why yeh’re the Half-Blood Prince! We was gonna put yeh in Chamber o’ Secrets but yeh was just a little tyke then so we decided to wait till yeh had grown a fair bit. ”
“But I’m too old now to be a first year!” exclaimed Ali. “How are you going to work me into the plot?”
“We’re jus’ going ter say you was raised as a Muggle fer your own safety but now that the sixth book is here yeh’re gonna come ter Hogwarts to get us all up on this inter-whatsit”
Ali stared at Hagrid incredulously. “J.K. Rowling said in an interview that wizards have something even better than the internet. Why do you need me to set up the muggle internet for you?”
“Well,” admitted Hagrid, “JKR’s been thinking about that one and she hasn’t come up with anything better than CoS Forums so she thought we may as well get yeh to set it up for us! Besides, seeing as yeh’re a half-blood on your great-uncle twice removed’s side yeh’ve got the magic in yeh to make it extra special”
Ali was floored. JKR couldn’t come up with anything better than CoS! He and Matt and Row and lani must have done an even better job than he’d realized!
He thought and thought. What can I do to make the internet at Hogwarts as good (if not better) than CoS?
Finally the idea hit him like lightning! I’ll combine Hogwarts AND CoS! That way Snape himself can come comment on whether he wears boxers or briefs and Arthur Weasley can pester us to his hearts content about how exactly ekeltricity works and the marvelous things that muggles do with plugs.
And so both CoS and Hogwarts were vastly improved by the toil and hard work of our favorite Half Blood Prince.