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Summary: Harry's summer after OotP will continue through 6th year.
AN: Please review this is one of my first fan fictions.
A Dance of Satisfaction
Chapter one: The Television
Harry sat in bed and looked out into the darkness of his bedroom. He could hear and owl softly hooting from somewhere down Privet Drive. He looked at his clock; its red glowing numbers told him that it was 30 minutes to twelve. He lay back down and fell into a restless sleep. "I see do you have anymore information on this new development" He turned and looked at a bald old wizard that had fallen to his knees. "N-n-no" he cried, " That is all I-I heard" "Don't lie to me," He threatened "She spoke of a child," "Leave," He hissed. He turned to the window and Harry caught his reflection: Lord Voldemort.
Harry awoke with a start and his scar tingled in a satisfied dance. The light from his window filtered in. The clock now read 6:20 and Harry hastily removed himself from bed. He dressed himself in a pair of Dudley's old knickers held up with a belt that he punched a few extra holes. Harry found a shirt found the mess on his floor and put it on. He walked down the stairs and walked out the down of four, Privet Drive. Harry walked lightly on the dew-covered grass and walked to the fence that separated the Dursleys from their neighbor. A batty old man that often sat on his stoop and smoked a large cigar. Harry artfully tossed a small dead mouse over the fence and into his garbage can. Harry had given Hedwig a grateful pat this morning but was quite fed up with her gifts.
Harry walked back into the house and turned on the television set in the kitchen for the 7 o'clock news. He put a piece of bread in the oven and sat down. The signal came in fuzzy and Harry gave the massive set a great big whack. The picture flashed turned blue and then came in perfectly clear. "Lye Hubert, head of international games, has been given temporary suspension from the Ministry for his involvement with a faulty Bludger found in the Wasps supply shed last week. He could not be reached for comment," The new castor said.
Harry ran to the oven to retrieve his toast before what the man had said sunk in. He threw the hot bread in the air and caught it and threw it up again this continued until the toast made contact with his plate on the table. Harry franticly ran to the set and began to fiddle with the channels hoping that he could get it back before his family noticed.
Harry whacked the set again just as Uncle Vernon entered the room. "What are you doing boy?" he bellowed. Harry hit the power but the picture did not fade or flicker. "Answer me," Vernon spit with rage, " Why were you hitting my set?" He grew purple with frustration and self-control that it took not the whack Harry upside the head. " Just trying to improve the picture," Harry replied and glanced nervously at the screen. "New castor," Vernon commented and Harry used this moment to dash out of the room. Harry was half way up the stairs when Vernon noticed the weatherman was wearing robes and talking of raining cats and dogs in Essex. " Boy get down here now," he screeched. His moustache was nearly smoking and his little eyes bulged from his head. "What have you done to my set" He remained amazingly calm but Harry new it was what Mad-Eye and the other members of the order had said to him at the station. Harry looked at the set and then back to his Uncle's hideous face. "I am not sure what I've done," he answered honestly. "You've gotten your types' television coming into my set," Vernon yelled. Harry smiled and then bit his lip. " I see," he said " I haven't the faintest how it happened". Vernon ran and unplugged the set but the picture again remained unfazed. "That's impossible," Vernon said perplex "What's impossible?" Asked Dudley rubbing his eyes with his chunky fists. Uncle Vernon motioned to the plug and then back to the set. The castor began about some new story. "Yesterday in Little Whinging, The Boy Who Lived was spotted kissing a girl," The television said too loudly. A clip of four Privet Drive came up and then a picture of a Harry look alike kissing a girl flashed across the screen. "What's this," Petunia asked as she entered the kitchen and took a pan to start cooking. Vernon and Dudley stared at Harry as if just realizing that he was famous. "It obviously wasn't me, I was in the house all day," Harry said. The set bumbled on and the Dursleys eventually just settled into eating and watching. " Introducing the fastest broom in the world, the Greecehelix!!!" The Chudley Cannons then zoomed around a Quidditch pitch. Harry could hardly believe that he was watching Wizard television with the Dursleys but then it occurred to him that as long as it was a picture and not reading the Dursleys would watch anything. Everytime there was a mention of something undeniably magic Petunia would shift uncomfortably and Uncle Vernon would clear his throat similarly to Dolores Umbridge.
At nine Dudley was allowed to go and hang out at his dear little friend's house. Harry smirked at how dumb the Dursleys were and continued to watch teleision, Uncle Vernon left for work and told him that the television had better be fixed when he got back. Putunia sat on the couch with a glass of gin and a cool towel on her forehead. Harry would sometimes kick the large set but he really wanted to watch so he didn't do much to fix it. When the shows began to bore him around 2 he whacked the set with all his might and the picture faded to black. The kitchen filled with a sudden silence and Harry heard a crack outside the window processed by a second crack.
AN: Please Review!!!! I will write more but I need feed back. This will be a Harry/Hermione Rating may go up
Summary: Harry's summer after OotP will continue through 6th year.
AN: Please review this is one of my first fan fictions.
A Dance of Satisfaction
Chapter one: The Television
Harry sat in bed and looked out into the darkness of his bedroom. He could hear and owl softly hooting from somewhere down Privet Drive. He looked at his clock; its red glowing numbers told him that it was 30 minutes to twelve. He lay back down and fell into a restless sleep. "I see do you have anymore information on this new development" He turned and looked at a bald old wizard that had fallen to his knees. "N-n-no" he cried, " That is all I-I heard" "Don't lie to me," He threatened "She spoke of a child," "Leave," He hissed. He turned to the window and Harry caught his reflection: Lord Voldemort.
Harry awoke with a start and his scar tingled in a satisfied dance. The light from his window filtered in. The clock now read 6:20 and Harry hastily removed himself from bed. He dressed himself in a pair of Dudley's old knickers held up with a belt that he punched a few extra holes. Harry found a shirt found the mess on his floor and put it on. He walked down the stairs and walked out the down of four, Privet Drive. Harry walked lightly on the dew-covered grass and walked to the fence that separated the Dursleys from their neighbor. A batty old man that often sat on his stoop and smoked a large cigar. Harry artfully tossed a small dead mouse over the fence and into his garbage can. Harry had given Hedwig a grateful pat this morning but was quite fed up with her gifts.
Harry walked back into the house and turned on the television set in the kitchen for the 7 o'clock news. He put a piece of bread in the oven and sat down. The signal came in fuzzy and Harry gave the massive set a great big whack. The picture flashed turned blue and then came in perfectly clear. "Lye Hubert, head of international games, has been given temporary suspension from the Ministry for his involvement with a faulty Bludger found in the Wasps supply shed last week. He could not be reached for comment," The new castor said.
Harry ran to the oven to retrieve his toast before what the man had said sunk in. He threw the hot bread in the air and caught it and threw it up again this continued until the toast made contact with his plate on the table. Harry franticly ran to the set and began to fiddle with the channels hoping that he could get it back before his family noticed.
Harry whacked the set again just as Uncle Vernon entered the room. "What are you doing boy?" he bellowed. Harry hit the power but the picture did not fade or flicker. "Answer me," Vernon spit with rage, " Why were you hitting my set?" He grew purple with frustration and self-control that it took not the whack Harry upside the head. " Just trying to improve the picture," Harry replied and glanced nervously at the screen. "New castor," Vernon commented and Harry used this moment to dash out of the room. Harry was half way up the stairs when Vernon noticed the weatherman was wearing robes and talking of raining cats and dogs in Essex. " Boy get down here now," he screeched. His moustache was nearly smoking and his little eyes bulged from his head. "What have you done to my set" He remained amazingly calm but Harry new it was what Mad-Eye and the other members of the order had said to him at the station. Harry looked at the set and then back to his Uncle's hideous face. "I am not sure what I've done," he answered honestly. "You've gotten your types' television coming into my set," Vernon yelled. Harry smiled and then bit his lip. " I see," he said " I haven't the faintest how it happened". Vernon ran and unplugged the set but the picture again remained unfazed. "That's impossible," Vernon said perplex "What's impossible?" Asked Dudley rubbing his eyes with his chunky fists. Uncle Vernon motioned to the plug and then back to the set. The castor began about some new story. "Yesterday in Little Whinging, The Boy Who Lived was spotted kissing a girl," The television said too loudly. A clip of four Privet Drive came up and then a picture of a Harry look alike kissing a girl flashed across the screen. "What's this," Petunia asked as she entered the kitchen and took a pan to start cooking. Vernon and Dudley stared at Harry as if just realizing that he was famous. "It obviously wasn't me, I was in the house all day," Harry said. The set bumbled on and the Dursleys eventually just settled into eating and watching. " Introducing the fastest broom in the world, the Greecehelix!!!" The Chudley Cannons then zoomed around a Quidditch pitch. Harry could hardly believe that he was watching Wizard television with the Dursleys but then it occurred to him that as long as it was a picture and not reading the Dursleys would watch anything. Everytime there was a mention of something undeniably magic Petunia would shift uncomfortably and Uncle Vernon would clear his throat similarly to Dolores Umbridge.
At nine Dudley was allowed to go and hang out at his dear little friend's house. Harry smirked at how dumb the Dursleys were and continued to watch teleision, Uncle Vernon left for work and told him that the television had better be fixed when he got back. Putunia sat on the couch with a glass of gin and a cool towel on her forehead. Harry would sometimes kick the large set but he really wanted to watch so he didn't do much to fix it. When the shows began to bore him around 2 he whacked the set with all his might and the picture faded to black. The kitchen filled with a sudden silence and Harry heard a crack outside the window processed by a second crack.
AN: Please Review!!!! I will write more but I need feed back. This will be a Harry/Hermione Rating may go up