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characters.
Harry- just Harry
It was a rainy summerday on number four privet drive. A boy named Harry Potter lay on his bed on his back, staring up at the ceiling, wishing he was off somewhere else. Knowing that he had to come back here every year, it still did not help the fact that it was awful for Harry, being back here with people who couldn't care less about him.
The Dursleys had been avoiding him ever since he came back there. This was mostly because Mad-eye Moody, Remus Lupin and mr Weasley had told them that if they did something to hurt Harry, they would pay for it. Dudley was dead scared of him still, because of what happened last summer as Harry had defended Dudley from being given a dementors kiss. The fact that Harry had used magic despite the fact that it was forbidden for underage wizards had taught Harry's cousin that he could break the rules and use his wand against him. So he acted as his mother and father, Petunia and Vernon, and just ignored Harry.
Harry got up from his bed and picked up a chocolate frog from the pile that Hermoine had sent him and started to eat it as he went through the Daily Prophet. He could hear his uncle having some nervous breakdowns downstairs as the owl landed in Harrys room, as happened every morning. The Dursleys hated everything that wasn't normal, they feared it more than anything, and they worried over the fact that the neighbours would be talking about those weird owls. But they didn't stop him from subscribing.
He froze as he opened the paper and stared into the eyes of his godfather, Sirius Black. He stared at it for a long time, then he read the title of the article. Sirius Black – now proven innocent on all charges.
Harry looked at the picture once more. He reckoned the picture must have been taken before the time in Azkaban, because Sirius had a smile on his face and looked healthy. Harry sat down and just continued staring at the picture. He was gone now, and nothing could bring him back, Harry told himself and closed his eyes. Just as nothing could bring back Harry's parents, Lily and James Potter.
The pain Harry had felt at the beginning of the summer filled his heart once more. He still missed Sirius, so much it hurt. And with everything else he had learned at the beginning of the summer, he wished Sirius was alive and could tell him what to do. Sirius had been the one person, with the exception of professor Dumbledore, that he felt he could talk to.
Of course, there were also his two best friends. But this, he needed a grown-up persons advice. And he knew how Hermoine and Ron would react. He didn't want to worry them. Besides, he didn't even know where to start. Oh, hello Ron and Hermoine. I have to kill Voldemort, or he will kill me... How do you tell your best friends that the world lies on your shoulders? He thought and stared out the window again, staring at the dark clouds.
Then he looked at the empty cage. Hedwig had flown off, hunting for food he suspected, and had been gone for a long while now. Hary wasn't concerned really, Hedwig sometimes disappeared for a few hours to stretch her wings. But she never left him alone for too long, since that wise owl of his knew that he lothed the summer at the Dursleys.
Harry threw himself on his bed again, and soon he felt sleepy and closed his eyes.
He was in a dark room, hearing whispers around him. But he couldn't make out what was whispered, he tried listening real hard. Then he heard a voice, it was Sirius voice! He called out his name several times, but Sirius didn't answer. He kept yelling at Harry to get himself out. Then Harry heard Bella Lestranges laughter, and then the face of Voldemort saying he stood no chance. His scar burned and he felt a pain soaring though his body.
He woke up and gasped for air. His hand lay on his forehead, over the scar, it felt as if it was burning. Then he heard Hedwig hooting, she sat on his desk, with a letter in her beak. He got up and took the letter and stroke her white feathers, thanking her. The letter was from Ron.
Harry!
How are things? Hope the muggles aren't treating you badly, I
guess
Mad-eye would have showed up in case they had. Mum just got a
letter
from Dumbledore, and you're welcome to stay at the Burrow the
last 2
weeks, she didn't even tell me to write that you should ask those
muggles
for their approval, so I guess it's not needed.
I'm really bored here, Fred and George are getting on with their
shop,
inventing a lot of new products along the way. We have still not
heard
anything from Percy, mum sent him a letter a few weeks ago, but
he
hasn't answered. Git. Write me back soon, Harry, we'll pick you up Monday next week, me and dad.
See you soon! Ron
Harry sat down and started to write a letter back to Ron, he was glad that he could now leave this place. And they could probably play some quidditch. Harry had gotten a letter from Dumbledore, stating that his life-ban from quidditch was now lifted, so this year they would be playing together again. The thought of getting to play quidditch lifted Harry's spirits. -Here, Hedwig, Harry said, could you take this to Ron for me, as soon as you can. Hedwig hooted and grabbed the letter with her beak and flew off into the now starry sky. Then he lay down and fell asleep.
The next day he went downstairs to tell the Drusleys that they would get rid of him in just a couple of days. They would probably not mind at all, he knew they'd be overjoyed just to get rid of him. He'd actually stopped caring a long time ago, the Dursleys weren't his real family, they were just people he had to face during the summer.
He thought about Hogwarts, he didn't long back as he had before. He didn't feel anything, he just felt numb inside. He had a feeling that he would be even more talked of and stared at this year, when the wizard world knew that Voldemort had indeed returned. He wished, more than ever, that he could be just Harry, a "normal" wizard. If voldemort had not chosen him, his parents might still be alive today. Sirius would still be alive. And he wouldn't be stared at or known amongst all wizards. He would be Harry, just Harry, and would probably have been satisfied with being just that.
Soon he began to feel drowsy and fell asleep, dreaming of Hogwarts, and then being back in the ministery, hunted by Deatheaters and Voldemort. And as he opened his aching eyes, he so wished that he could be somebody else than the person he was right now.
End of chapter 1...
It's a long first chapter, I know... ( Chapter two will be uploaded shortly, please review.
Harry- just Harry
It was a rainy summerday on number four privet drive. A boy named Harry Potter lay on his bed on his back, staring up at the ceiling, wishing he was off somewhere else. Knowing that he had to come back here every year, it still did not help the fact that it was awful for Harry, being back here with people who couldn't care less about him.
The Dursleys had been avoiding him ever since he came back there. This was mostly because Mad-eye Moody, Remus Lupin and mr Weasley had told them that if they did something to hurt Harry, they would pay for it. Dudley was dead scared of him still, because of what happened last summer as Harry had defended Dudley from being given a dementors kiss. The fact that Harry had used magic despite the fact that it was forbidden for underage wizards had taught Harry's cousin that he could break the rules and use his wand against him. So he acted as his mother and father, Petunia and Vernon, and just ignored Harry.
Harry got up from his bed and picked up a chocolate frog from the pile that Hermoine had sent him and started to eat it as he went through the Daily Prophet. He could hear his uncle having some nervous breakdowns downstairs as the owl landed in Harrys room, as happened every morning. The Dursleys hated everything that wasn't normal, they feared it more than anything, and they worried over the fact that the neighbours would be talking about those weird owls. But they didn't stop him from subscribing.
He froze as he opened the paper and stared into the eyes of his godfather, Sirius Black. He stared at it for a long time, then he read the title of the article. Sirius Black – now proven innocent on all charges.
Harry looked at the picture once more. He reckoned the picture must have been taken before the time in Azkaban, because Sirius had a smile on his face and looked healthy. Harry sat down and just continued staring at the picture. He was gone now, and nothing could bring him back, Harry told himself and closed his eyes. Just as nothing could bring back Harry's parents, Lily and James Potter.
The pain Harry had felt at the beginning of the summer filled his heart once more. He still missed Sirius, so much it hurt. And with everything else he had learned at the beginning of the summer, he wished Sirius was alive and could tell him what to do. Sirius had been the one person, with the exception of professor Dumbledore, that he felt he could talk to.
Of course, there were also his two best friends. But this, he needed a grown-up persons advice. And he knew how Hermoine and Ron would react. He didn't want to worry them. Besides, he didn't even know where to start. Oh, hello Ron and Hermoine. I have to kill Voldemort, or he will kill me... How do you tell your best friends that the world lies on your shoulders? He thought and stared out the window again, staring at the dark clouds.
Then he looked at the empty cage. Hedwig had flown off, hunting for food he suspected, and had been gone for a long while now. Hary wasn't concerned really, Hedwig sometimes disappeared for a few hours to stretch her wings. But she never left him alone for too long, since that wise owl of his knew that he lothed the summer at the Dursleys.
Harry threw himself on his bed again, and soon he felt sleepy and closed his eyes.
He was in a dark room, hearing whispers around him. But he couldn't make out what was whispered, he tried listening real hard. Then he heard a voice, it was Sirius voice! He called out his name several times, but Sirius didn't answer. He kept yelling at Harry to get himself out. Then Harry heard Bella Lestranges laughter, and then the face of Voldemort saying he stood no chance. His scar burned and he felt a pain soaring though his body.
He woke up and gasped for air. His hand lay on his forehead, over the scar, it felt as if it was burning. Then he heard Hedwig hooting, she sat on his desk, with a letter in her beak. He got up and took the letter and stroke her white feathers, thanking her. The letter was from Ron.
Harry!
How are things? Hope the muggles aren't treating you badly, I
guess
Mad-eye would have showed up in case they had. Mum just got a
letter
from Dumbledore, and you're welcome to stay at the Burrow the
last 2
weeks, she didn't even tell me to write that you should ask those
muggles
for their approval, so I guess it's not needed.
I'm really bored here, Fred and George are getting on with their
shop,
inventing a lot of new products along the way. We have still not
heard
anything from Percy, mum sent him a letter a few weeks ago, but
he
hasn't answered. Git. Write me back soon, Harry, we'll pick you up Monday next week, me and dad.
See you soon! Ron
Harry sat down and started to write a letter back to Ron, he was glad that he could now leave this place. And they could probably play some quidditch. Harry had gotten a letter from Dumbledore, stating that his life-ban from quidditch was now lifted, so this year they would be playing together again. The thought of getting to play quidditch lifted Harry's spirits. -Here, Hedwig, Harry said, could you take this to Ron for me, as soon as you can. Hedwig hooted and grabbed the letter with her beak and flew off into the now starry sky. Then he lay down and fell asleep.
The next day he went downstairs to tell the Drusleys that they would get rid of him in just a couple of days. They would probably not mind at all, he knew they'd be overjoyed just to get rid of him. He'd actually stopped caring a long time ago, the Dursleys weren't his real family, they were just people he had to face during the summer.
He thought about Hogwarts, he didn't long back as he had before. He didn't feel anything, he just felt numb inside. He had a feeling that he would be even more talked of and stared at this year, when the wizard world knew that Voldemort had indeed returned. He wished, more than ever, that he could be just Harry, a "normal" wizard. If voldemort had not chosen him, his parents might still be alive today. Sirius would still be alive. And he wouldn't be stared at or known amongst all wizards. He would be Harry, just Harry, and would probably have been satisfied with being just that.
Soon he began to feel drowsy and fell asleep, dreaming of Hogwarts, and then being back in the ministery, hunted by Deatheaters and Voldemort. And as he opened his aching eyes, he so wished that he could be somebody else than the person he was right now.
End of chapter 1...
It's a long first chapter, I know... ( Chapter two will be uploaded shortly, please review.