wow...i am loving it...write more as soon as you can!!

contd... So, he listened intently to the conversation of the masked and cloaked men, emptying his mind of all other thought. “Why can’t we go further?” one of them barked savagely. “Because I say so,” retorted another in an I-am-the-boss-around-here way. A grunt followed as the same man continued. “The Chosen One’s Corridor is under heavy protection. I have orders not to venture ahead. I want no more arguments, is that clear?” “Crystal,” The third person of the group, who had been quiet until now, spoke. His voice was so faint, that Liam nearly fell while leaning forward to try and catch his words. “That old fool is dead but he has left the boy well-fortified. And our dear guest took full advantage of that. I knew we had to get him before he reaches the Corridor.” The rest of his speech, either couldn’t be heard by Liam, or couldn’t be understood. “The dog! He escaped! How could he?” It was the man who had spoken; or rather barked first. He barked some more, showcasing his extensive vocabulary of swear words. Liam heard the sound of metal clashing on metal, and then something dropped onto the grass with a dull thud. He swallowed as he realised what had happened. What better way to relent your anger than striking down a nice little lamp-post! “How could he?” he emphasized again, “He’s the only man who lived the Dark Lord’s A-What-A-Kid-Ever-A! This isn’t possible!” Liam feared the death of another lamp-post at the hands of this crazy man. Although, he felt a bit baffled by the strange words that sprang up in the middle of Standard English, he proceeded with his espionage. “Isn’t possible? This is what we said when it occurred sixteen years ago…when that boy…The so-called Chosen One…lived It. But this time it didn’t rebound like it happened with the boy. I had thought the curse took him.” “Until I discovered him running away. He must have feigned death. But how did he tackle the curse? Mysterious!” “Imagine! For the last one year, he was our bloody prisoner and then he just escapes…escapes the Dark Lord!!” “Well, looks like he’s got the knack for it…not long back he escaped from the Black Hoods...” “Now, no use wasting time here. We’ll have to inform them not to come for him here.” Liam felt the whirlpool in his stomach calming down. These dreadful men were possibly and hopefully leaving. “Does no use wasting time here mean leaving in their dictionary?” he wondered.

Impressive work dude.."The Man who lived" sounds much mature than "The Boy Who lived".Anywasy post the rest of the chapters too .or maybe u cud send a link for your blog .

:D liam sounds an interesting person...waiting for more...

Leaving his tree, Liam sprinted towards them inconspicuously. He ducked behind bushes and benches, running from one tree to another to avoid their notice. Although he didn’t look it, he was quite swift and agile. The many years of hard work and climbing trees had made him. Soon he was there, safely hidden behind a bush that was planted near the gate. The men were still there, chatting in low voices, they didn’t sound alcoholised. There were black masks covering their faces, removing any doubt of them not being what they were, or what Liam anticipated they were. He found this thrilling, for he was a great fan of detective work and Sherlock Holmes. “The plot thickens,” he mimicked his favorite detective smartly. He loved playing detective and this was a great opportunity to do so.

The victim was heading towards the exit, his pursuers following suit. Liam decided to return to his reverie as there was nothing left to interest him anymore. But, he was wrong. Just as he turned to sit down again, he heard a gunshot. Liam started. “They have guns?” This was answered immediately by another loud bang. He jumped up, his eyes searching for the weirdoes. Either these people could be extremely overloaded with booze, he concluded, or this was a smaller version of a gang war. If the latter was correct, getting a closer look; which he was thinking of doing would be risky. In fact, even deadly. But, it excited Liam. He spotted the three cloaked men standing at the Park gate. The fourth man; the one who was being chased was nowhere to be seen. They must have lost him.

contd... Liam felt his heart stop as he stumbled to his feet. He surveyed the part of the Park that fell within the vicinity of his eyes. He couldn’t see anyone there, so he shifted his gaze to another part. It surely hadn’t been an animal that had screamed, or a woman, he speculated. This was proved true as he just noticed a man being chased by three others. This scene was happening on the other side of the Park, so Liam could barely see the four figures in the dark. They were shouting insanely as if their brains were on vacation; the strange words they were uttering were nothing more than nonsense to Liam. These people were certainly drunk. Drunken Brawl! Liam knew enough, not to meddle in such affairs. Instinctively, he stepped backwards into the shadow of the tree. From its safety, he watched the victim race ahead with inhuman speed. His pursuers were not far behind, but the gap between them was steadily growing. The three chasers were wearing cloaks, which seemed to be too heavy for them and apparently the reason for their slow speed.

oh wow...now i am sooo curious....tht sure is a cliffhanger!!! cool style dude keep it up!! liam is going to be a wizard isnt he?? :D awesome...waiting for more...

Presently, Liam stared blankly at the growing darkness surrounding him. Then, he turned to a streetlamp nearby, which was glowing in the darkness like a beacon. This contrast suggested him of the looming threat of sudden change, that his life was always subject to. Somewhere in the distance, the city clock tower struck eleven. With a little effort, his lips curved into a smile. “An hour to go”, Liam reminded himself that soon he will be eleven years old. For how long he gazed at the street lamp, Liam did not know. He thought of the things he would buy from his savings. A birthday cake complete with eleven candles, a new pair of socks and a tummy-bursting dinner. He had been saving all year for this day. “It would be enough”, he guessed, weighing a pouch full of coins in his dirty hands. He considered where he would go, whom he would meet and what he would do. As he fancied about his birthday plans, his eyes drooped slightly and his body slumped to the ground; unconsciously expressing his sleepiness. But sleep wasn’t on friendly terms with him nowadays. Immediately, a loud sound jerked him back to reality. At first, he thought it was his angry stomach, grumbling with hunger; and patted it sympathetically. But then there was another horrifying scream.

contd... As he walked on the pavement, he tried to be happy. Today was a special day. He adjusted the tap-tap produced by his shoes to an old merry tune, imagining himself as a tap dancer. When he reached the Park gate, he halted for a moment to open it, and then continued his illusory performance inside. This Park was like his home, he felt safe here. The Park had a huge rectangular compound with a floor of lush green grass. Trees and bushes lined the compound wall. Benches, lights and dustbins dotted its vast expanse. A fountain sat in the centre like a jewel in the crown. The Park was empty now, except for a few squirrels here and there that played carelessly. It was partially dark as some lights had been temporarily turned off. Liam finally stopped under an old oak. He sat there, resting his back on the tree’s trunk. The night was unusually cold, unlike the warm daytime it had been like that of any other July day. Another unusual feature was the dense fog floating about casually. Liam amused himself by visualizing a King Kong-sized vacuum cleaner which had been switched on to the blowing function, releasing cool air and puffing up dust simultaneously. “I’ll have to sleep in a bush today,” he thought registering the coldness piercing his skin. Sometimes, he pondered over the fact that his nights would be more comfortable in a lock-up with enough food and warmth. “And don’t forget the V.I.P security,” he grinned, thinking of the cops. But he didn’t agree with the means to reach there and had never given into the temptation. He preferred a dignified life, however difficult it was.

phew...i ws quite worried whethr ppl wil lyk it...thnx...yes harry is stil d focus d protagonist...liam is jus a nu charactr

hey victordraconis... i love ur style...but a question...is it like a seperate storyline in the potter universe or will harry still be the focus?? keep up the good work...i'd like to read it anyway... :D

Chapter 1- The Man Who Lived It had been a hard day’s work for the road. Cars and humans and many other petty beings had trampled upon it indiscriminately. Life is tough when you are a road in the middle of a busy city. Now, as night took over, the road looked exhausted and ready for bed. A thick fog hung over it like a blanket, lulling it to sleep. Suddenly, the clouds rumbled, probably trying to make it sound like snoring, and completing my attempt to personify the road. The street appeared to be deserted through the misty haze. But, in a far corner, a young boy was wandering alone. His condition wasn’t any better than that of the road. Even though he was almost non-existent, he was still an alright boy with all the things necessary for being a human. So, I wouldn’t need to bother with personification to express his plight. Like the road he was walking on, for him too, it had been a tiring day. He didn’t have a blanket, though, or a comfortable place to sleep. A brown skullcap, matching with his eyes, partly hid his blonde hair. His ragged pants were threatening to betray his body in the sway of the brisk wind. Somehow, he had managed to hold them on by patches and stitches at various places where they were torn, and a big rope acting as a belt. His leather shoes were worn and looked too big a size for him. An off-white shirt with an impressive collection of stains completed his attire. This boy was Liam. Liam the mechanic’s assistant. Liam the dairy-boy. Liam the small boy with a big heart. Liam the lonesome-he was all by himself in this heck of a big world! There was one thing that he wanted the most: a family. He knew many a people, but none of them could fit in as his family, or even friends. In the morning, he sweated his pants, going around delivering milk bottles. The rest of the day, he stained his shirt, working with Mr. Bullock at the garage. At night, he slept under a bush or up a tree in the Epsom Park. That was where he was headed right now.

ok.thnx Houdini.i ll go ahead then. d title is "The quest for the Crux" n its mah versn of d 7th book.Here it is.....

Go on.Post it.Be prepared for some tough criticism though.anyways,who wudn't like a better ending version of the story with all rumours doing the rounds.