Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the places or characters in
this story(As much as I would like to) I only own the plot.
A teenage boy was sitting staring absent-mindedly out of the upper back window of number 4 Privet Drive Little whinging Surrey, as the sun set on another warm August day. This boy had bright emerald green eyes that were hidden partly behind thick black round glasses. His hair was jet black which simply refused to lie flat no matter what he did. Hidden under his scruffy hair just above his left eye was an unusual scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. This teenager was no ordinary boy, as a matter of fact, he was a wizard. His name was known by the entire wizarding world. His name was Harry Potter.
Harry was famous because, when he was just 1 year old, he had survived an attack from Lord Voldemort. A very powerful dark wizard who killed Harry's parents Lily and James Potter. Harry had escaped the attack with his lightning bolt cut.
It had been 15 years since then, and two years ago Voldemort had risen again. So now he was back and his death eaters had returned to his side ready and willing to do his biding. Last year one of those death eaters had killed his Godfather and friend Sirius Black.
It had been a very uneventful summer except from the night of his sixteenth birthday when Remus and Tonks had suddenly apparated in to the dinning room of the Dursley's house to give him his presents from the order. ( A book of 'A guide to offensive and defensive spells to use against the dark arts' authors Alastor Moody and Albus Dumbledore. As well as a selection of sweets from honey dukes and some bottles of butter beer) Aunt Petunia had been so shocked by their sudden arrival she was quite the whole time and not one criticism escaped her lips. Vernon just kept shooting odd looks at the pair of them.
A loud screech snapped Harry out of his thoughts and he noticed his snowy female owl Hedwig sitting on his pillow. She had been off delivering letters to Ron and Hermione about meeting on platform 9 and ¾ tomorrow. She had what looked like two replies attached to her legs. Harry swiftly removed the letters thanked Hedwig and gave her some Owl Treats. He then opened the letters as he sat down on his bed.
Harry,
I'll see you at the platform at 10:45. Everyone's fine here Fred and George's joke shop is still going well. I gotta go. I haven't started packing yet (
Ron.
Harry smiled 'trust Ron to leave everything to the last minute' he thought to himself. Hermione's reply looked longer he put Ron's letter in the box under the floorboards and turned his attention to Hermione's neatly written letter:
Harry
Hi, thanks for the letter, Hedwig looked tired so I let her rest her for a while. I can't wait till school starts up again. Have you finished the essay about the fidelus charm? He didn't ask for much detail just a roll about what it was and how it works. Ron's already asked me to look through his on the train; I suppose you'll want me to do the same for you. I'll meet you at the barrier at quarter to eleven.
Love Hermione.
Harry thought about her letter it was much shorter than usual she would normally go in to detail about what she has put in her essay and how it was much longer that the amount asked for. ' I better check I've got everything Uncle Vernon hates it when people forget things. After checking everything was packed he said "night" to Hedwig and fell asleep.
A teenage boy was sitting staring absent-mindedly out of the upper back window of number 4 Privet Drive Little whinging Surrey, as the sun set on another warm August day. This boy had bright emerald green eyes that were hidden partly behind thick black round glasses. His hair was jet black which simply refused to lie flat no matter what he did. Hidden under his scruffy hair just above his left eye was an unusual scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. This teenager was no ordinary boy, as a matter of fact, he was a wizard. His name was known by the entire wizarding world. His name was Harry Potter.
Harry was famous because, when he was just 1 year old, he had survived an attack from Lord Voldemort. A very powerful dark wizard who killed Harry's parents Lily and James Potter. Harry had escaped the attack with his lightning bolt cut.
It had been 15 years since then, and two years ago Voldemort had risen again. So now he was back and his death eaters had returned to his side ready and willing to do his biding. Last year one of those death eaters had killed his Godfather and friend Sirius Black.
It had been a very uneventful summer except from the night of his sixteenth birthday when Remus and Tonks had suddenly apparated in to the dinning room of the Dursley's house to give him his presents from the order. ( A book of 'A guide to offensive and defensive spells to use against the dark arts' authors Alastor Moody and Albus Dumbledore. As well as a selection of sweets from honey dukes and some bottles of butter beer) Aunt Petunia had been so shocked by their sudden arrival she was quite the whole time and not one criticism escaped her lips. Vernon just kept shooting odd looks at the pair of them.
A loud screech snapped Harry out of his thoughts and he noticed his snowy female owl Hedwig sitting on his pillow. She had been off delivering letters to Ron and Hermione about meeting on platform 9 and ¾ tomorrow. She had what looked like two replies attached to her legs. Harry swiftly removed the letters thanked Hedwig and gave her some Owl Treats. He then opened the letters as he sat down on his bed.
Harry,
I'll see you at the platform at 10:45. Everyone's fine here Fred and George's joke shop is still going well. I gotta go. I haven't started packing yet (
Ron.
Harry smiled 'trust Ron to leave everything to the last minute' he thought to himself. Hermione's reply looked longer he put Ron's letter in the box under the floorboards and turned his attention to Hermione's neatly written letter:
Harry
Hi, thanks for the letter, Hedwig looked tired so I let her rest her for a while. I can't wait till school starts up again. Have you finished the essay about the fidelus charm? He didn't ask for much detail just a roll about what it was and how it works. Ron's already asked me to look through his on the train; I suppose you'll want me to do the same for you. I'll meet you at the barrier at quarter to eleven.
Love Hermione.
Harry thought about her letter it was much shorter than usual she would normally go in to detail about what she has put in her essay and how it was much longer that the amount asked for. ' I better check I've got everything Uncle Vernon hates it when people forget things. After checking everything was packed he said "night" to Hedwig and fell asleep.