A/N: this is the second story I'm posting. This one is slash although
probably not even the slightest inkling until the third or fourth chapter.
Also I don't own harry potter, though I wish I did. That would be J.K. and
Warner bros. Thanks for reading and please review. PS things will make more
sense later.
Chapter 1
Everyone knows that when a wizard turns sixteen he or she comes into his or her full power which can be tenfold or more what they previously had. And that was why harry was pacing up and down the floor of his bedroom at ten thirteen on the night of July thirtieth. Ron and Hermione had both come into their powers during the school year and while Hermione's power sextupled, Ron's power had only quintupled. However Ron had inherited this weird ability to send objects flying around the room when he was stressed. Neville's power had quadrupled but he seemed to have inherited an amazing green thumb. Everyone knew who had gotten their powers, even if no one knew what those powers were. Harry couldn't wait for his new powers. What had his parents left him? This was like their final gift to him. What would it be.
At ten thirty something odd happened. There was a tiny whistling sound that could be heard all through the house. What was it? Harry looked around. It wasn't in his room. The whistle began to grow in volume. Suddenly it woke the Dursleys up. After spending the summer dealing with wizards concerned with Harry's safety, anything else odd, weather or not it had anything to do with harry, would push him over the edge.
Uncle Vernon stormed down the hall and bashed open Harry's door.
"What the hell do you think you are doing!?! Your aunt and I are trying to sleep and Dudley too! Shut up the whistling now!"
"I can't" said harry "I'm not the one doing it."
"You bloody well are!"
"Am not!
"Yes you are!"
Harry was feeling angry and reckless, a bad combination in an adolescent wizard. "even if I was making the whistling noise I wouldn't shut it up just because you two idiots and very fat, that's an understatement by the way , very fat cousin can get your beauty sleep! Not that it would help any!"
harry knew he'd gone to far uncle Vernon turned a deep shade of purple and grabbed harry by his neck and one wrist. He charged down the stairs, kicked open the door, for got to open the new glass door, and threw harry bodily through the glass and into the street. Half a minute later Harry's trunk, already packed, followed and landed on him. Strait after that Hedwig and her cage followed. Harry heard Mr. Dursley yell
"you are NEVER going to set ONE FOOT in my house EVER AGAIN!!!" before he slammed the door. Harry slowly picked his bloodied and broken body up. His right arm was hanging at an awkward angle and his left leg couldn't hold his weight. His glasses were smashed and his head and left arm were bleeding badly from the glass they'd been thrown through. Suddenly he remembered Hedwig. With a cry he ran to where he'd seen his beloved owl's cage land. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the state she was in. the cage had been broken in places when it hit the ground and had jabbed sharp bits into her poor little body. She was rather squished as well because Vernon had grabbed the cage to hard.
He broke down at the sight of the blood on the white feathers. but wait. She was moving! He stumbled closer and carefully ripped away the remains of her cage. She was alive!
But she wouldn't remain alive for long. Quickly he tore off his T-shirt and began making strips of it. As he was wrapping the carefully about Hedwig he heard a soft hooting that didn't come from her. He looked around and, miracle of miracles, there was Pigwidgoen standing on the lamp post. Harry raised his hand and the bird landed on it. He quickly tore the note off pig's leg. pig got down and stood next to Hedwig, hooting softly at her.
Dear harry, Please send your answer back sharp when you get your powers! I wanna know what they are. How's your summer been? See ya at Diagon alley! Ron
Harry fumbled for a moment before realizing that he didn't have a quill or ink or anything. Wait that wasn't true. He had an idea.
He fashioned the remains of his shirt into a sling at placed Hedwig carefully into it. Then he took the piece of paper and, finding nothing better, wrote Help her, I'll be alright. on the back of the parchment in his own blood, which was in abundance.
He then placed the note in Hedwig's sling and picked up pig.
"You have to get her to Ron okay? You have to." He could swear that pig understood him. Pig then grasped the top of the sling and, despite his size, managed easily to lift off and fly into the night. Harry looked back at the house. When he was healed Vernon Dursley would be one very very sorry man.
Chapter 1
Everyone knows that when a wizard turns sixteen he or she comes into his or her full power which can be tenfold or more what they previously had. And that was why harry was pacing up and down the floor of his bedroom at ten thirteen on the night of July thirtieth. Ron and Hermione had both come into their powers during the school year and while Hermione's power sextupled, Ron's power had only quintupled. However Ron had inherited this weird ability to send objects flying around the room when he was stressed. Neville's power had quadrupled but he seemed to have inherited an amazing green thumb. Everyone knew who had gotten their powers, even if no one knew what those powers were. Harry couldn't wait for his new powers. What had his parents left him? This was like their final gift to him. What would it be.
At ten thirty something odd happened. There was a tiny whistling sound that could be heard all through the house. What was it? Harry looked around. It wasn't in his room. The whistle began to grow in volume. Suddenly it woke the Dursleys up. After spending the summer dealing with wizards concerned with Harry's safety, anything else odd, weather or not it had anything to do with harry, would push him over the edge.
Uncle Vernon stormed down the hall and bashed open Harry's door.
"What the hell do you think you are doing!?! Your aunt and I are trying to sleep and Dudley too! Shut up the whistling now!"
"I can't" said harry "I'm not the one doing it."
"You bloody well are!"
"Am not!
"Yes you are!"
Harry was feeling angry and reckless, a bad combination in an adolescent wizard. "even if I was making the whistling noise I wouldn't shut it up just because you two idiots and very fat, that's an understatement by the way , very fat cousin can get your beauty sleep! Not that it would help any!"
harry knew he'd gone to far uncle Vernon turned a deep shade of purple and grabbed harry by his neck and one wrist. He charged down the stairs, kicked open the door, for got to open the new glass door, and threw harry bodily through the glass and into the street. Half a minute later Harry's trunk, already packed, followed and landed on him. Strait after that Hedwig and her cage followed. Harry heard Mr. Dursley yell
"you are NEVER going to set ONE FOOT in my house EVER AGAIN!!!" before he slammed the door. Harry slowly picked his bloodied and broken body up. His right arm was hanging at an awkward angle and his left leg couldn't hold his weight. His glasses were smashed and his head and left arm were bleeding badly from the glass they'd been thrown through. Suddenly he remembered Hedwig. With a cry he ran to where he'd seen his beloved owl's cage land. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the state she was in. the cage had been broken in places when it hit the ground and had jabbed sharp bits into her poor little body. She was rather squished as well because Vernon had grabbed the cage to hard.
He broke down at the sight of the blood on the white feathers. but wait. She was moving! He stumbled closer and carefully ripped away the remains of her cage. She was alive!
But she wouldn't remain alive for long. Quickly he tore off his T-shirt and began making strips of it. As he was wrapping the carefully about Hedwig he heard a soft hooting that didn't come from her. He looked around and, miracle of miracles, there was Pigwidgoen standing on the lamp post. Harry raised his hand and the bird landed on it. He quickly tore the note off pig's leg. pig got down and stood next to Hedwig, hooting softly at her.
Dear harry, Please send your answer back sharp when you get your powers! I wanna know what they are. How's your summer been? See ya at Diagon alley! Ron
Harry fumbled for a moment before realizing that he didn't have a quill or ink or anything. Wait that wasn't true. He had an idea.
He fashioned the remains of his shirt into a sling at placed Hedwig carefully into it. Then he took the piece of paper and, finding nothing better, wrote Help her, I'll be alright. on the back of the parchment in his own blood, which was in abundance.
He then placed the note in Hedwig's sling and picked up pig.
"You have to get her to Ron okay? You have to." He could swear that pig understood him. Pig then grasped the top of the sling and, despite his size, managed easily to lift off and fly into the night. Harry looked back at the house. When he was healed Vernon Dursley would be one very very sorry man.