Chapter 1- Floo Powder
It was the summer and Harry could not wait for vacation to end. Now you may think that that is strange for a 15 year old boy but if you were in his position you would feel the same way. He was a wizard attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and he was going into his fifth year at Hogwarts. He was very excited to be getting back to school where awaiting him ws his friends, quidditch and magic. He did have something to look foward to before school. His friend, Ron Weasley, was coming to pick him up in a couple of hours, 2 hours to be precise. He was going to stay at Weasley house, the Burrow, for the rest of the summer.
He had to live with his Uncle Vernon, and Aunt Petunia, because the an evil wizard named Lord Voldemort had killed his parents when he was one years old. All he remembers is his mother and fathers last minutes trying to protect him.
At his uncle and aunt's house it was pure misery. He was treated like scum when in fact he was one of the top students in his grade. He had over came many obstacles in the past (including meeting up with the wizard that killed his parents, meeting his godfather who the wizardry world thinks is a dangerous murderer, and escaped Lord Voldemort once again.) and is probably the most recognizable name in his world. His cousin Dudley was another reason why he hated it at his uncle and aunt's house. He was so large that his mother had to make his uniform because his does not carry a large enough uniform size to fit him. He loves to beat up and make fun of Harry for his abnormality, as it is called in the household. The 'M' word is not aloud in the house.
Harry was sitting on his bed just gazing out of his bedroom window. His lightning shaped scar on his forehead was stinging but not too badly, He patted his jet-black hair over his scar and pushed his glasses up over his bright green eyes. He knew why his scar was hurting. Voldemort was still on the loose and there was nithing he could do about it. How Harry had wished he was a normal wizard with normal problems. Or he wished that his mother and father were still alive and that Voldemort had not killed his parents. If that had not happened then Sirius would not be on the run. But, he knew he could not dwell on the impossible.
Then from down below he heard the "BOOM BOOM BOOM" of his Uncle Vernon coming up the stairs. "BOY GET DOWN HERE NOW!" This was how his aunt and uncle usually addressed him but Harry did not really mind. He had gotten used to it by now.
Harry walked gloomily down the stairs thinking of what he did this time. He walked into the living room to find a balding man with his son by him. Both had fiery red hair.
"Hey Ron, what are you doing here?" Harry questioned
"Dad and I thought we would pick you up a couple of hours early, sorry." The red head, freckled face boy apoligized. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah! I'll go and get my trunk. Can you help Ron?"
Both of them went upstairs to get his trunk leaving an interested Mr. Weasley questioning the petrified Dursleys. Dudley was cowering behind Mr. Dursley who was just as piggy and pink faced as his son. Mrs. Dursley, who was the exact opposite of Mr. Dursley, was hiding behind Mr. Dursley. She was tall, gangly and bony so she was not a problem to hide. Mr. Weasly was not noticing this though, he just wanted to find out more about the muggle ( non-magic people) world.
He was just about to ask how to use a television when Harry and Ron reappeared with a large trunk and a birdcage which usually holds his snowy white owl, Hedwig. The trio left by floo powder. As Harry was leaving he could see that the Dursley's were very relieved to see him going, but he before he knew it he was zooming around looking through different families fire places. He was starting to feel queasy when he was jolted to a stop. The sight in front of his was 4 red-haired heads turning towards him with there eyes on him.
It was the summer and Harry could not wait for vacation to end. Now you may think that that is strange for a 15 year old boy but if you were in his position you would feel the same way. He was a wizard attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and he was going into his fifth year at Hogwarts. He was very excited to be getting back to school where awaiting him ws his friends, quidditch and magic. He did have something to look foward to before school. His friend, Ron Weasley, was coming to pick him up in a couple of hours, 2 hours to be precise. He was going to stay at Weasley house, the Burrow, for the rest of the summer.
He had to live with his Uncle Vernon, and Aunt Petunia, because the an evil wizard named Lord Voldemort had killed his parents when he was one years old. All he remembers is his mother and fathers last minutes trying to protect him.
At his uncle and aunt's house it was pure misery. He was treated like scum when in fact he was one of the top students in his grade. He had over came many obstacles in the past (including meeting up with the wizard that killed his parents, meeting his godfather who the wizardry world thinks is a dangerous murderer, and escaped Lord Voldemort once again.) and is probably the most recognizable name in his world. His cousin Dudley was another reason why he hated it at his uncle and aunt's house. He was so large that his mother had to make his uniform because his does not carry a large enough uniform size to fit him. He loves to beat up and make fun of Harry for his abnormality, as it is called in the household. The 'M' word is not aloud in the house.
Harry was sitting on his bed just gazing out of his bedroom window. His lightning shaped scar on his forehead was stinging but not too badly, He patted his jet-black hair over his scar and pushed his glasses up over his bright green eyes. He knew why his scar was hurting. Voldemort was still on the loose and there was nithing he could do about it. How Harry had wished he was a normal wizard with normal problems. Or he wished that his mother and father were still alive and that Voldemort had not killed his parents. If that had not happened then Sirius would not be on the run. But, he knew he could not dwell on the impossible.
Then from down below he heard the "BOOM BOOM BOOM" of his Uncle Vernon coming up the stairs. "BOY GET DOWN HERE NOW!" This was how his aunt and uncle usually addressed him but Harry did not really mind. He had gotten used to it by now.
Harry walked gloomily down the stairs thinking of what he did this time. He walked into the living room to find a balding man with his son by him. Both had fiery red hair.
"Hey Ron, what are you doing here?" Harry questioned
"Dad and I thought we would pick you up a couple of hours early, sorry." The red head, freckled face boy apoligized. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah! I'll go and get my trunk. Can you help Ron?"
Both of them went upstairs to get his trunk leaving an interested Mr. Weasley questioning the petrified Dursleys. Dudley was cowering behind Mr. Dursley who was just as piggy and pink faced as his son. Mrs. Dursley, who was the exact opposite of Mr. Dursley, was hiding behind Mr. Dursley. She was tall, gangly and bony so she was not a problem to hide. Mr. Weasly was not noticing this though, he just wanted to find out more about the muggle ( non-magic people) world.
He was just about to ask how to use a television when Harry and Ron reappeared with a large trunk and a birdcage which usually holds his snowy white owl, Hedwig. The trio left by floo powder. As Harry was leaving he could see that the Dursley's were very relieved to see him going, but he before he knew it he was zooming around looking through different families fire places. He was starting to feel queasy when he was jolted to a stop. The sight in front of his was 4 red-haired heads turning towards him with there eyes on him.