Draft Week3 - Jason's Finfic- The Second Draft

UPDATE

A Big Thank You to Darryl, Sora and Gurbinder for your advice and help, as you suggested:

1. Font colour has been changed
2. More HP personality has been added
3. Spelling mistakes checked and corrected

MESSAGE

TO Darryl

HI Darryl

Initially, I had no intention to write a crossover but an alternative universe fiction to rewrite
HP with a complete differ story. But after I borrowed the storyline of King Arthur, it seems
that my fanfic turns up a crossover.

Cheers
Jason

This is a part of Edited HP and the Sword of Hero
(The Second Draft)

Continuied...

After an official announcement, the kingdom buzzed with excitement. When the day came, it seemed like the entire world, foe or friend, had found their way to Hogwarts for the tournament. The paved highways and inns and castles were bursting with visitors, knights, kings, lords and of course spies. All of those came to watch history being made.
“Dumbledore,” the Minister said, “I would be very surprised if we could not find one person worthy of being emperor among all of these well-known kings, bravery knights and noble lords!”

Dumbledore only smiled and said, “My lord, you may very well be surprised. The one truly worthy person may very well still be unknown.”

Among the many worthy men who came to Hogwarts for the contest was the Archwizard Sir Weasley of old Potter’s Ravenclaws Court (the shadow court – royal bodyguards). He brought with him two of his sons, the elder wizard Harry and the younger wizard Ron. Travelling along with them was their best friend Hermione, the brightest witch of her age. When they arrived and reached at the peak, there were already gathered kings, dukes with their courts and no fewer than twenty thousand lords and ladies. There were so many flags and banners that the sky was totally hidden.

After the tournament had begun, each of the noble kings and knights tried, some of them tried several times. This made them feel embarrassed. The audience was surprised, if none of these great men could accomplish this task, they wondered who could. After thousands of people failed, Harry stepped forward the sword of hero. Thousands of eyes watched as young Harry hopped upon the marble block and pull the sword out with ease. Then Harry pushed it back and pulled it out again, twice. Harry raised the sword over his head and it flashed like lightning.
There was a long moment of silence, soon all the people at the peak gasped and kneeled. They clasped their hands together as though praying.

“Father,” Harry cried, “I did it.”

“I am not your father,” Victor replied. Harry’s face fell, and so did the Victor’s too.

“The story had started sixteen years ago,” Victor cleared his throat and explained, “The Sorcerer Dumbledore and the Knight Sir Black had brought me a baby. They had not told what baby he was, only I must name the child Harry and raise him as if he were my own.”

At this moment, two men appeared magically. It was Dumbledore and Sir Black themselves.
“Harry, my child, I have seen all this has happened today by my eye,” Dumbledore explained calmly. “I have been waiting for you, waiting for it to happen for sixteen long years.” Taking Harry’s little hand in his own, Dumbledore went on, “You will be the greatest and most famous king who ever lived; you will have many excellent knights and brilliant wizards gathered around you. The world will talk of your legends until the end of mankind.”

Suddenly, a loud voice carried out, “Not quite yet, you old man, Harry Potter cannot be the king unless he can beat me.” A young man stepped out.

“How DARE you interrupting Dumbledore like this? WHO is this? By what RIGHTS?” the Minister asked furiously.

“Sir, Draco Malfory, the Knight of Slytherins Court (the intelligence agency), I want to challenge than child, he is a fake.” Malfory replied.

“WATCH your ATTITUDE and WORDS towards our new King, as the duty of a minister, I must mind you, Sir Malfory!” said the Minister.

Harry’s wand was out showing an acceptance and turned back to his side of the peak to prepare.
“Accio! Accio! Accior!” suddenly after three green lights, Malfory summoned two werewolves and a Dementor by a dark spell.

“OMG, watch out, Death Eaters,” People yelled.

Harry knew it was going to happen, hot angry breath at his throat,

“Expecto Patronum!”

“Expelliarmus!”

“Stupfy!”

After three jets of red lights out, Harry saw the werewolves collapsed and the dementor blacked away. A jet of green light came flying towards Harry. He ducked and ran into the fight.

“Petrificus Totalus!” yelled Harry. His jinx hit Malfory in the chest. A painful voice shouted out. Malfory started to run and his chest covered by blood. Harry took aimed at Malfory‘s back and yelled, “Stupefy!”, the jet of red light shot out. There was a loud bang, Malfory fell hitting the ground.

“Kill me,” panted Malfory, “for the glory of the Dark Lord, for the sake of you poor King Potter, the PREVIOUS.”

“As you wish, you filth dark beast, Crucio!”

BANG, Dumbledore casted a counter-spell, two red lights crashed.

“No, DON’T. No, Harry, no unforgivable spell from you, my child,” Dumbledore asked slowly in his calm voice, “Will you promise me something?”

“Of course,” Harry replied.

“Rule your kingdom with wisdom and valour, will you, Your Majesty?”

“Of course,” Harry repeated, “Of course.”

“As your father, our old king wanted to tell you take no revenge for him for sake of the world just for now, will you, Harry, my child?”

“…”

Week-4_Assessment One_S2 09_Fanfic

Harry Potter and the Sword of Hero (Final)

By Jason Wang





Thousands of thousands of years ago there lived an emperor who ruled over a vast land named the kingdom of Hogwarts. It is a land of hope, joy, friendship and loyalty, at where people are united together under the guardianship of James Potter, the Great. In maintaining his governance, internal peace and influence as well as knocking down his enemies, Potter relied on two men in his Gryffindor Court (the Higher Court). One is the greatest sorcerer of the world – Albus Dumbledore, who was a powerful wizard, not a single trick can escape from his magical eyes. The other is a noble knight, Sir Sirius Black, who was the Chief Commander the royal army – the Phoenix. He had led many great wars and his name is well known by the people across the world. Enemy’s troops would start to run away in the battlefield by merely seeing the flag and banner that bearing their names. The kingdom was as strong as steel and iron and the spirit of the emperor reaches every corner of the world.






Potter, the Great, had a baby, a boy. One day, Dumbledore visited the newly born baby at the Quidditch Palace. He stood over the cradle which is made out of pure gold and covered by snow white sheep skin for the comfort of the Prince. Dumbledore shut his eyes. “Lord,” he told James Potter, “I am sorry to tell you that I see no good things in the future. You will be invited by Voldemort, the dark lord, an invitation you cannot reject and a one way journey you must travel. I see your kingdom falling into great confusion and separation when you away. Your baby’s life will be in grave danger from enemies both inside and outside. I beg you, let Black and me take the baby away and hide him. I will do it with the greatest care to shelter him in a safe place to protect him until his is ready for the world!”James Potter had great faith both in Dumbledore’s advice and in the gifts he thought his son would someday bring to the kingdom and the world. In such confidence, he allowed Dumbledore and Sir Black escort the baby through secret passage out of the castle.






Shortly after that, the dark lord and the league of justice indeed sent the invitation and pre-warned a rejection would bring Great War against Hogwarts. Shortly after James Potter’s Journey started, Death eaters have been sent and succeeded in their mission. The King disappeared.

Just as Dumbledore had seen, the kingdom fell into a state of confusion and heading to the edge of separation. A thousand of other landlords wanted to rule, to replace the royal family. Family are in grave danger. A number of knights from King Potter’s Slytherins Court (the Lower Court) along with robbers and other criminals hid by the sides of paved highways across the country. It was such a shame, the paved highways that can only be built by Hogwarts. It was a symbol of civilized world and cultural superiority. Those outbound knights attacked and robbed helpless travellers and foreigners. Outside the imperial border, hundreds of blood-thirsty eyes of werewolves and other dark beasts were watching the falling empire and waiting for their perfect opportunity to crash down the civilization which seemed to be a pain in their barbarian neck. It was almost sixteen long years passed like this. The land without a noble king still groaned with the trouble and insecurity that lay upon it.

Finally, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, called Dumbledore to him.

“Dumbledore,” He begged. “Some say you are the wisest man in our world. Surely, I believe you. Surely you can use your gifts to find us a new king so that we may enjoy our happiness as what we did in our golden days of King James Potter?”

Dumbledore shut his dark-black magical eyes again. After a while he opened his mouth.

“Dear Minister,” he said, “I am happy to tell you that I see bright things in the future. This kingdom shall soon have a new king, and he shall be even wiser and greater than was our old friend James Potter. He shall bring order and peace back to here now is full of confusion and trouble. But only remember, best of all, this new king shall be James Potter’s own flesh and blood.”

The Minister was happy, but confused, “But…but…Dumbledore,” he asked, “Who is it? How can we tell him apart from all the others who would do anything to rule the kingdom?”

“History repeats, whoever could pull the sword out shall be the rightful king of Hogwarts.”

On the highest point of Mt. Hogpeaks, a large blue sword had been pushed into the anvil of solid steel on the block of a huge marble stone. Its gold handle was carefully carved. On its blade it was written: WHOEVER SHALL PULL THIS SOWRD OF HERO OUT FROM THE ANVILE SHALL BE THE RIGHTFUL EMPEROR OF HOGWARDS.




After an official announcement, the kingdom buzzed with excitement. When the day came, it seemed like the entire world, foe or friend, had found their way to Hogwarts for the tournament. The paved highways and inns and castles were bursting with visitors, knights, kings, lords and of course spies. All of those came to watch history being made.

“Dumbledore,” the Minister said, “I would be very surprised if we could not find one person worthy of being emperor among all of these well-known kings, bravery knights and noble lords!”

Dumbledore only smiled and said, “My lord, you may very well be surprised. The one truly worthy person may very well still be unknown.”

Among the many worthy men who came to Hogwarts for the contest was the Archwizard Sir Arthur Weasley of old Potter’s Ravenclaws Court (the shadow court – royal bodyguards). He brought with him two of his sons, the elder wizard Harry and the younger wizard Ron. Travelling along with them was their best friend Hermione, the brightest witch of her age. When they arrived and reached at the peak, there were already gathered kings, dukes with their courts and no fewer than twenty thousand lords and ladies. There were so many flags and banners that the sky was totally hidden.

After the tournament had begun, each of the noble kings and knights tried, some of them tried several times. This made them feel embarrassed. The audience was surprised, if none of these great men could accomplish this task, they wondered who could. After thousands of people failed, Harry stepped forward the sword of hero. Thousands of eyes watched as young Harry hopped upon the marble block and pull the sword out with ease. Then Harry pushed it back and pulled it out again, twice. Harry raised the sword over his head and it flashed like lightning.
There was a long moment of silence, soon all the people at the peak gasped and kneeled. They clasped their hands together as though praying.

“Father,” Harry cried, “I did it.”

“I am not your father,” Sir Weasley replied. Harry’s face fell, and so did the Weasley’s too.

“The story had started sixteen years ago,” Weasley cleared his throat and explained, “The Sorcerer Dumbledore and the Knight Sir Black had brought me a baby. They had not told what baby he was, only I must name the child Harry and raise him as if he were my own.”

At this moment, two men appeared magically. It was Dumbledore and Sir Black themselves.

“Harry, my child, I have seen all this has happened today by my eye,” Dumbledore explained calmly.

“I have been waiting for you, waiting for it to happen for sixteen long years.” Taking Harry’s little hand in his own, Dumbledore went on, “You will be the greatest and most famous king who ever lived; you will have many excellent knights and brilliant wizards gathered around you. The world will talk of your legends until the end of mankind.”



Suddenly, a loud voice caried out, “Not quite yet, you old man, Harry Potter cannot be the king unless he can beat me.” A young man stepped out.

“How DARE you interrupting Dumbledore like this? WHO is this? By what RIGHTS?” the Minister asked furiously.

“Sir, I am Draco Malfory, Knight of the Slytherins Court. My father is Lucius Malfory, member of the social elite. I want to challenge that child, he is a fake.” Malfory replied.

“WATCH your ATTITUDE and WORDS towards our new King, as a duty of the minister, I must mind you, Sir Malfory!” said the Minister.


Harry’s wand was out showing an acceptance and turned back to his side of the peak to prepare.


“Accio! Accio! Accio!” suddenly after three green lights, Malfory summoned two werewolves and a dementor by a dark spell.

“OMG, watch out, Death Eaters,” People yelled.

Harry knew it was going to happen, hot angry breath at his throat,

“Expecto Patronum!”

“Expelliarmus!”

“Stupfy!”

After three jets of red lights out, Harry saw the werewolves collapsed and the dementor blocked away. A jet of green light came flying towards Harry. He ducked and ran into the fight.

“Petrificus Totalus!” yelled Harry. His jinx hit Malfory in the chest. A painful voice shouted out. Malfory started to run and his chest covered by blood. Harry took aim at Malfory‘s back and yelled, “Stupefy!”, the jet of red light shot out. There was a loud bang, Malfory fell hitting the ground.

“Kill me,” panted Malfory, “for the glory of the Dark Lord, for the sake of you poor King Potter, the PREVIOUS.”

“As you wish, you filth dark beast, Crucio!”

BANG, Dumbledore casted a counter-spell, two red lights crashed.

“No, DON’T. No, Harry, no unforgivable spell from you, my child,” Dumbledore asked slowly in his calm voice, “Will you promise me something?”

“Of course,” Harry replied.

“Rule your kingdom with wisdom and valour, will you, Your Majesty?”

“Of course,” Harry repeated, “Of course.”

“As your father, our old king wanted to tell you take no revenge for him for sake of the world just for now, will you, Harry, my child?”

“….”

THE END

Twilight facfiction-Edited&continued

When the situations calm down, Bella and Edward decide to travel around the world as a second honeymoon – since the first ended up as a disaster with Bella getting pregnant – while Renesmee stays in Folks with Jacob and Charlie. However, the trip lasts longer than they expected and Renesmee gets worried when there’s no news from her parents for 10years…

Renesmee woke up with a start. Another nightmare, she shuddered. It was only dawn, and as always, she could hear the rain softly hitting the grass. Where are Bella and Edward? Are they aware that she, their one and only daughter – although she has turned the same age as her mother 4hours before, which is a year older than her father - even existed? She knew that they did, because they always sent a birthday present for her. Last year it was a new mp3 player with latest design from Japan, filled with music probably selected by Edward. His taste of music never changes, she thought, he probably doesn’t know the word ‘trend’ or just ignores it. Two years ago, she found a BMW standing beside Charlie’s cab. She knew it was from her parents because there were Edward’s choice of CD’s and Bella’s choice of books inside the car, but she never found out how it got to her place. There were no notes, let alone a letter. In fact, there hasn’t been any ‘words’ from them since at least five years ago.

No mails. No posts. Not even a tiny parcel standing outside the door. Renesmee has waited till it’s time for the posts to arrive, but there were none for her. Jacob has come, with a huge birthday cake probably baked by Emily(his boss’s wife), and a HUGE bear-hug that would have killed a normal human. Charlie is not up yet, so the two of them are having breakfast, of Emily’s special chocolate fudge cake.
“Where do you think they are now?”
“Huh?” Jacob paused, with mouth still full of cake, trying to figure out who Renesmee’s talking about.
“Do you think they are so far away that their post didn’t arrive in time for my birthday?” which she doubts. Edward is perfect in that way.
“Maybe. You know that they won’t forget your birthday- the present might be held up somewhere because there’s a problem.”
She knew that Jacob too, doubts his idea. If something happened, Alice would have seen it ahead.
Suddenly, Jacob’s hands caught Renesmee’s, and her emotions flowed into his mind.
“You don’t like this,” he stated.
“No. I feel like there’s something going on, but I don’t know what it is.”
She was also a bit disappointed in her parents by their forgetfulness-and was embarrassed by feeling so- but gladly Jacob did not mention it.

That was when the phone rang.
“Renesmee, you need to come. Alice needs to talk to you.”
“Rosalie? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. At least, Alice says so. But hurry!”
“Can Jacob come?”
“Well, I’d like to say know, but there’s no time to argue with you, so do as you like.”

The two of them ran to the Cullen’s. They did not say anything, but were both worrying about the same idea. Alice needs to talk to Renesmee. She must have seen something, possibly related to Bella and Edward. At the thought of this, Renesmee could not run anymore. Jacob held her tight, practically carrying her all the way to the Cullen’s old house.

They were sitting at the dining table, all of them looking glum.
“Alice? What is it?”
“Renesmee, sorry that I interrupted your birthday breakfast with Jacob,”
Of course she saw that.
“But I needed to see you urgently.”
“It seems that something has happened to Bella and Edward, but Alice couldn’t see exactly what has happened, or what is going to happen.” Carlisle explained briefly.
“One thing I am certain is that we are all going to be flying over to Renee’s, including Charlie.”

Indeed they were. Renesmee dragged Charlie out of his bed, who, because of confusion, could not utter a word until he got off the plane and realised where he was, with whom.
“Um…why are we here?” he was still confused.
“We don’t know,” was the only answer Renesmee could give. She thought about thousands of possibilities that could have happened to her parents, which made her feel worse and worse. She reached for Jacob’s hand. It always made her feel better. He squeezed her hands.
“You have never been to Renee’s, right?”
“No. She always came to Folks.”

When Renesmee walked out of the toilet, no one was to be seen except Jacob.
“Where is everyone?”
“Dunno, no one was here when I came back from the toilet.”
They looked everywhere, back in the toilet, souvenir shops and even asked the helpdesk lady to make an announcement, but no one came.
“What should we do? We’ve waited for an hour already. “
“Hm…”
“Jacob, I’m scared. What’s happening to us? Where have they gone?”
Renesmee looked as if she was going to cry. Jacob thought for a moment, and stood up taking her hands.
“Let’s eat something. I'm starving.”

After finishing off five chilli dogs in a row, Jacob looked at Renesmee with concerned eyes.
“Aren’t you gonna eat? You must be hungry.”
“Are you not worried about the situation? How could you eat at a time like this?”
“Well, there’s no point starving yourself in a bad situation, is there? It only makes you feel worse,”
She had to smile at that.
“Ah, now you’re smiling.” He sounded satisfied.
“Let’s plan our next action, then. Do we know Renee’s address?”
“No, but it might be written in my diary.”
When Renesmee opened her bag, she found something that she did not recognise before.
[Renesmee, you must go to the store marked on this map. Ask for Benjamin. –Alice-]
There was a map drawn under the note.

Renesmee and Jacob caught a taxi and showed him the map.
“Why waste money? Walking would be faster.” Jacob suggested.
“We don’t know this place well. It would be quicker to let ourselves driven to the store.”

The store was shabby, with various antiques placed in a casual, but neat way.
A mirror caught Renesmee’s eyes. It was a small, portable mirror with winged shapes on both sides.
“A mirror that reflects the true beauty. Said to be dropped by an angel.” A voice explained.
Renesmee looked up with a start. Jacob was staring at the shadow that just appeared from the counter.
“You could have it for free, if you do me a favour.” The stranger offered.
“Benjamin,” Jacob sneered. He seemed to know the man.
“You are Benjamin? I was told to come here…” Renesmee hesitated, not knowing what she should say. There were no other directions from Alice.

“Yes, I know, don’t worry.”
“I should’ve known it was you when I heard the name,” Jacob interrupted.
Benjamin looked up, as if he just realised the presence of Jacob.
“Ah, you are that werewolf. What was your name…?”
“Jacob,” It was Renesmee who answered, “But how do you know each other? I”
Jacob looked away from Benjamin, resisting the urge to tear him up into pieces.
“It’s a long story.” Benjamin smiled.
“Let’s go, Renesmee.” Jacob pulled her towards the door, but was stopped by Benjamin, who blocked the door in an instant. Renesmee realised.
“You are like us.” Suddenly, she was tense.
“More like ‘you’ I’d say.”
“What do you mean?”
“He is half vampire, like you.” Jacob said, trying to pull Benjamin away.
Renesmee’s eyes went wide. She stared at Benjamin, the first creature of her own kind she has met in her life. Then she turned to Jacob.
“Isn’t he a friend? Why are you glowering at him?”
“I don’t like him,” Jacob did not take his eyes off the half-vampire friend, who, despite Jacob’s stare, looked comfortable.
“Well, let’s get to the business, so that you could leave as soon as you can.”

Half an hour later, two half-vampires and a sulking werewolf were walking on a crowded road.
“Can I really have it?” Renesmee asked.
“If you do me a favour, as I asked.”
“And you did not even tell us what “favour” you want.”
“I will tell you soon, when we get there.”
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I'm stuck-I have no idea how I'm gonna end this... Pliz help me!!

Work in Progress

Here's the first part of my story. It isn't complete, there's still quite a way to go.

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"Well, you're going to be famous, kid. My brother is back and you're wearing his coat."

Derek's brother? That would mean...

John turned around and saw a young man come towards them. Looking at his face, John could immediately see the resemblance: This was Kyle Reece, John's father. But at the same time, not: John knew that his father had been killed in 1984 by the T800 that had been sent back through time to kill his mother.

This young Kyle Reece had not yet been sent back to the past, and had no idea who John was.

Behind Kyle, however, was someone else. John's eyes widened. Cameron? Surely not... No. As the girl knelt down to stroke the German Shepherd she was leading, John saw that she moved naturally and smoothly, completely unlike Cameron. Definitely human.

Kyle looked at John intently. "I know you. Who are you?"

"I'm John Connor." He expected some sort of acknowledgement. When everyone continued to simply stare at him blankly, he elaborated: "Sarah Connor's son."

This got a response from Derek.

"Sarah Connor? The Sarah Connor?"

"Yes"

"Listen, kid. What are you, 15? Sarah Connor died 15 years ago, and she certainly didn't have son."

"She.. she died?"

"Cancer. I don't know what you're playing at, but you're human and look fit, so come along. We always need people. I don't know how you've managed to stay alive without us this long," said Kyle. "We'll get you cleaned up and start you training"

"Training?"

"Training. Teach you how to kill metal. Turn you into a soldier"

The group started walking.

John hung back and spoke to the Cameron lookalike.

"I'm John. Who are you?"

"Allison. What do you mean, you're Sarah Connor's son?"

"She's my mother. Kyle is my father. Or at least, a version of him is. I, or at least a version of me, sent him back in time from 2029 to protect my mother in 1984, where they conceived me. I've just travelled..."

Allison, skeptical, interrupted: "Hold on there a second - you travelled through time? You sent Kyle back, so that he could meet your mother and conceive you? And you've just finished travelling through time again?"

Kyle broke in, "You travelled through time? From when?"

"Yeah, well, I don't generally make a habit of walking around naked. I came from 2007."

"20 years. Where did you land?"

"Near where you found me."

"And how, exactly, did you manage to time travel from 2007? We know that Skynet has time displacement equipment, but we haven't managed to capture any yet."

"Catherine Weaver. She's a machine, possibly a T-1000 like the one that attacked me in 1997. She seemed more human though."

"Probably a T-1001 then. Advanced model, more capable of mimicking human emotions. Some say that they can actually feel emotion, but I don't believe that. What the hell was it doing in 2007?"

"Running a corporation. Zeiracorp. We didn't know she was metal until she protected me, my mother and Ellison when a drone crashed into the Zeiracorp building."

Edited Titanic Fanfiction

This Fan fiction has been dedicated to James Cameron Movie Titanic (1997)

Summary: In this fiction “Rose started her new life in los Angel after the tragedy of Titanic. She became independent with the help of Robert Brown. She met Jim Calvert. She found him very nice and kind person. He had same interests like Jack. She married with him. After that she stayed happily with her children and grandchildren. But she never forgets Jack in her whole life”.
It was July 2, 1912 Rose is taken by the RMS Carpathia to New York. The Custom Officer asked her,” What is your name, Madam”?
She said,” Rose Dawson” and she lost her sense and felt down.
Next day, Rose woke up and she found herself in hospital.
Rose Said, “What happen to me Doctor”?
Doctor Replied, “Rose Dawson, you were admitted to hospital yesterday in unconscious condition. How are you feeling now? “
“I am okay, Thanks.” Said Rose
Doctor said,” What is your home address, Rose?”
Rose cried, “I don’t have any home. I had lost my family in Titanic tragedy”.

Doctor felt sorry for her. Rose was shifted to Women Aid Association. Rose stayed there for five days. She remembered her promise with Jack that she would never give up and starts her life again.
Rose requested Women Association Manager Mrs. Elliot that she doesn’t want to stay here. She wants to start her life again in Los Angeles.
Mrs. Elliot was happy with Rose’s decision. She gave her $200 and arranged her train ticket to Los Angeles. She bought some clothes and suitcase for her.

On July 14, 1912 Rose reached at Los Angeles. She hired a car and requested a driver to take her in a motel. The driver took her in “Golden Lotus” motel. Rose booked the room for two weeks. She took her luggage to the room. She was still wearing Cal’s coat with her new dress. She put her hands in her pocket and found the “heart of the ocean” necklace. She remembered the day when she asked Jack to sketch her drawing while wearing only the Heart of the Ocean. She decided to keep this safely as the remembrance of her love Jack.
Next morning Rose went to find a job. But she had no luck with any job. Rose was sad and back on her way to motel. Suddenly, she heard her name .She turned back and saw it was Mrs. Molly Brown.
Rose exclaimed excitedly,” Oh! Aunty Molly”
“Rose, you are alive. I am happy to see you. Where is Jack”? Said Aunty Molly
Rose said,” My Jack had dead. He had sacrificed his life for me.”
Aunty Molly felt sorry for Rose. She told Aunty Molly that she is staying in Motel.
She asked Rose,"Why didn’t you come back to your home after titanic tragedy"?
Rose told Aunty Molly that she wanted to stay away from her selfish mother and egoist Cal. She wants to start a new life without restraints.
Aunty Molly told Rose that her mother had died from heart attack and she doesn’t know anything about Cal. She said that she came to Los Angeles to visit her son and his family.

Aunty Molly invited Rose on dinner. Aunty Molly and his son picked up Rose from motel. He said to Rose,” My name is Robert Brown. My mum told me about you, Rose. Please let me know if you need any help”.

Rose requested him to find a job for her. After dinner, Aunty Molly and his son had dropped Rose. On the way Aunty Molly told Rose that she is going back tomorrow.

Next morning, Robert rang rose and told her that he had arranged a job for her in “Harris Whiteman” cafeteria. She can start work from tomorrow. He gave the address to Rose. She was thankful to Robert.

Next morning, she woke up and get ready for her work.
She catches the train and reached at “Harris Whiteman” Cafeteria. She went inside and asked lady at front counter,” Good Morning, Madam my name is Rose. Can I see the owner please”?

The lady replied,” Hello Rose, My name is Mrs. Janet Whiteman. I am the owner of this cafeteria. Mr. Robert Brown told me that you are looking for job. I hope you enjoy working with us.” Rose started work in Cafeteria.
On 3rd September 1912, Jim Calvert entered in “Golden Lotus” Cafeteria. Calvert was a rich person. Janet already knew Calvert. She said, “May I take your order, Sir”?

“One Coffee and sandwich, Please” said Calvert
Rose made the coffee and sandwich for Calvert and bring for him.
Calvert was reading newspaper. Calvert looked up; he was shocked to see Rose. Rose was his dream girl.

Calvert started to come to cafeteria every day. One day he invited Rose for dinner. Mrs. Whiteman told rose that Calvert is nice person. She should go with him. Rose agreed to go with Calvert for dinner.

They went to small and quiet restaurant outside the town. Calvert told Rose that he like peaceful places. After dinner, Calvert presented her a painting. That was Rose’s painting.

Rose exclaimed excitedly, “who did this painting”? Calvert

“Rose, you can call me Jim. I did this painting. I am not professional artist, but I love to do the art work.” replied Calvert.

Rose said, “Thanks for dinner and painting, Jim.”

Calvert told Rose that his family dead in car accident and Rose told him that she had lost her family in Titanic Tragedy. They both felt sorry for each other.

Rose found that Jim and Jack had lots of similarities between them.
Jim came to her work every day. One day Jim proposed Rose for marriage and Rose agreed to marry with him. They both get married. But she never forgets Jack and she placed the “heart of ocean” in safe place at her home. Rose had successful and happy marriage life. The old Rose went to the stern of Lovett's ship. She dropped the diamond into the water, sending it to join the remains of the most important event of her life. Rose had grandchildren and she lived for 110 years long.


Thanks for taking time to read my fan fiction. Please give me your suggestions so I can improve my fan fiction.

Fictional Characters from John Cameron movie Titanic:
Jack Dawson, Rose DeWitt Bukater, Caledon Nathan "Cal" Hockley, Ruth DeWitt Bukater, Margaret "Molly" Brown
New Fictional Characters created by Gurbinder
Doctor, Janet Whiteman, Jim Calvert, Robert Brown, Mrs Elliot

References: www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Cinema/3316/fanfic.html
www.angelfire.com/.../TitanicFanFiction/JanetsFanFiction.htm
wikipedia.org/wiki/Titanic_(1997_film.)

Naruto Anime

Hey everyone,

This is a video of Naruto Shippuden, which i will be writing my fanfic on. So, please feel free to watch it. It's in japanese, however, it has english sub titles.

This video about naruto trying to find his friend Sasuke, who has turned evil. This is actually taken from a scene in episode 60.

Well enjoy.

Week 2 Assessment One Fanfic - First Draft

Harry Potter and the Sword of Hero
(For Kids)

By Jason Wang

Thousands of thousands of years ago there lived a king named James Potter who ruled over a vast land named Hogwarts . In maintaining his power, influence and governance as well as knocking down his enemies, King Potter relied on two men in his court. One is the greatest sorcerer of the world – Albus Dumbledore, who was a powerful wizard, not a single trick can escape from his magical eye; the other, Sir Sirius Black, who was a noble knight of the high court and the general the royal army. He had led many great wars and his name is well known by people at every corner of the world. Enemies’ troops would start to run away in the battlefield by merely seeing the flag that bearing their names. The kingdom was strong like steel and iron.

King Potter had a baby. One day, Dumbledore visited the newly born baby. He stood over the cradle which is made out of pure gold and coved by snow white sheep skin for the comfort of the Prince. Dumbledore shut his eyes. “Lord,” he told James Potter, “I am sorry to tell you that I see no good things in the future. You will be invited by the king of Godahold, an invitation you cannot reject and a one way journey you must travel. I see your kingdom falling into great confusion and separation when you away. Your baby’s life will be in great danger from enemies both inside and outside. I beg you, let Black and me take the baby away and hide him. I will do it with the greatest care to shelter him in a safe place until his is ready for the world!”
James Potter had great faith both in Dumbledore’s advice and in the gifts he thought his son would someday bring to the kingdom and the world. In such confidence, he allowed Dumbledore and Sir Black escort the baby through the secret passage out of the castle.

Shortly after that, the king of Godahold and the league of kingdoms indeed sent the invitation and warned a rejection would bring Great War against Hogwarts. Shortly after James Potter’s Journey started, an assassin has been sent and succeeded in his mission. The King died.
Just as Dumbledore had seen, the kingdom fell into a state of confusion and heading to the edge of separation. A thousand of other landlords wanted to rule, to replace the royal family. Family are in grave danger. A number of knights from King Potter’s low court along with robbers and other criminals hid by the sides of paved highways across the country. It was such a shame, the paved highways that can only be built by Hogwarts; it was a symbol of civilized world and superiority. Those outbound knights attacked and robbed helpless travellers and foreigners. Outside the imperial border, hundreds of blood-thirsty eyes were watching the falling empire and waiting for their perfect opportunities to crash down the civilization which seemed to be a pain in their barbarian neck.

It was almost sixteen long years passed like this; the land without a noble king still groaned with the trouble and insecurity that lay upon it. Finally, the Archbishop of Hogwarts called Dumbledore to him.

“Dumbledore,” He begged. “Some say you are the smartest man in our world. Surely, I believe you. Surely you can use your gifts to find us a new king so that we may enjoy happiness as what we did in our golden days of King James Potter?”

Dumbledore shut his dark-black magical eyes again. After a while he opened his mouth.

“My lord,” he said, “I am happy to tell you that I see bright things in the future. This kingdom shall soon have a new king, and he shall be even wiser and greater than was our old friend James Potter. He shall bring order and peace back to here now is full of confusion and war. But only remember, best of all, this new king shall be James Potter’s own flesh and blood.”

The Archbishop was happy, but confused, “But…but…Dumbledore,” he asked, “Who is it? How can we tell him apart from all the others who would do anything to rule the kingdom?”

“Whoever could pull the sword out shall be the rightful king of Hogwarts.”

On the highest point of Mt Hogpeaks, a large blue sword had been pushed into the anvil of solid steel on the block of a huge marble stone. Its gold handle was carefully carved. On its blade it was carved: WHOEVER SHALL PULL THIS SOWRD OF HERO OUT FROM THE ANVILE SHALL BE THE RIGHTFUL KING OF HOGWARDS.

After Archbishop’s announcement, the kingdom buzzed with excitement. When the day came, it seemed like the entire world, foe or friend, had found their way to Hogwarts for the tournament. The paved highways and inns and castles were bursting with visitors, knights, kings, lords and of course spies. All of those came to watch history being made.
“Dumbledore,” Archbishop said, “I would be very surprised if we could not find one person worthy of being king among all of these well-known kings, bravery knights and noble lords!”

Dumbledore only smiled and said, “My lord, you may very well be surprised. The one truly worthy person may very well still be unknown.”

Among the many worthy men who came to Hogwarts for the contest was the noble scholar Victor. Victor brought with him his two sons, the elder Kay and the younger Harry. When they arrived and reached at the peak, there were already gathered kings, dukes with their courts and no fewer than twenty thousand lords and ladies. There were so many flags and banners that the sky was totally hidden.

Each of the noble king and knight tried, some of them tried several times. This made them feel embarrassed. The audience was surprised, if none of these great men could accomplish this task, they wondered who could. After thousands of people failed, Harry stepped forward the sword of hero. Thousands of eyes watched as young Harry hopped upon the marble block and pull the sword out with ease. Then Harry pushed it back and pulled it out again, twice. Harry raised the sword over his head and it flashed like lightning.

There was a long moment of silence, soon all the people at the peak gasped and kneeled. They clasped their hands together as though praying.

“Father,” Harry cried, “I did it.”

“I am not your father,” Victor replied. Harry’s face fell, and so did the Victor’s too.

“The story had started sixteen years ago,” Victor cleared his throat and explained, “The Sorcerer Dumbledore and the Knight Sir Black had brought me a baby. They had not told what baby he was, only I must name the child Harry and raise him as if he were my own.”

At this moment, two men appeared magically. It was Dumbledore and Sir Black themselves.

“Harry, my child, I have seen all this has happened today by my eye,” Dumbledore explained calmly. “I have been waiting for you, waiting for it to happen for sixteen long years.” Taking Harry’s little hand in his own, Dumbledore went on, “You will be the greatest and most famous king who ever lived; you will have many excellent knights and brilliant wizards gathered around you. The world will talk of your legends until the end of mankind.”

“Will you promise me something?” Dumbledore asked slowly.

“Of course,” Harry replied.

“Rule your kingdom with wisdom and valour, will you, Your Majesty?”

“Of course,” Harry repeated, “Of course.”

“As your father, our old king wanted to tell you take no revenge for him for sake of the world, will you, Harry, my child?”

“….”