-The Mystery Behind the Veil-
Disclaimer: I,Sheepy-chan, do not own The Harry Potter characters, they
belong to the wonderful Ms. J.K. Rowling. I only take credit for the new
Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and Piper Spoks.
Author note: This was written very quickly, so it isn't as good as it could be
I am very sorry, erm, no. I'm not, can't lie. But I do wish I had more time to write
it, the next chapter should be better. Oh, and just a little recap from the
summary, this starts out when Harry is at the Burrow with Ron and the rest of the
Weasleys.
Chapter One-
"Harry! Wake up!" A certain sixteen year old boy with untidy jet black and bright green eyes awoke to the voice and a sharp prod on the cheek. He opened one of his eyes in see Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister, smiling back at him. "Rise and shine Harry! Mum says breakfast is ready.", she informed him in a cheerful tone. Harry groaned, "Okay, I'm coming.", he said between yawns. At this little Ginny skipped out an headed down the stairs. Harry rose into a sitting position. Rubbing his eyes he reached for his glassed. The was a faint hoot and tapping at the window, he looked over to see one of the Hogwarts owls. He quickly ran over to the window and let the owl in. Sure enough it had been one of the school's owls, delivering the things they would for the new school. year. "I'll just give these to Mrs. Weasley when I get down there." Harry yawned. He got dress and headed down stairs for breakfast.
"Oh, Harry, I see you've made it!", said Fred in a cheery tone. Harry waved his hand sleepily, and sat down next to Ron. "Oh.", Harry yawned taking the school letters out of his pocket. "Mrs. Weasley, an owl brought these today.", he said handing her the letters. "Well, go to Diagon Alley to get your things tommorrow. Okay?", she asked taking the letter's from Harry. The children nodded, and finished their breakfasts. "Hey, Harry." Ron said looking at Harry, as they cleared the table. "Erm, are you um, all right?" "All right? Of course I am." Harry lied. He had never been 'all right' since the death of his godfather, Sirius black. "Oh, because, I've woken up the past couple nights by you saying Sirius' name." Ron informed him. "Oh, that's er nothing." said Harry. Just then Fred entered the room. "Hey, Ron, Harry. Do you two want to play a game of quidditch with me and George? Losers de-gnomes the garden." "How?" Ron asked "There are only four of us." "Oh, that well... er Thanks Ron!" Fred glared at him "We, could have a beater and a seeker on each team!" Harry spoke up. Fred beamed at him "Brilliant Harry!" he exclaimed. He, Ron, and Fred made their way outside where George stood four brooms on the ground in front of him. The sun was sinning brightly, casting a slight glare on Harry's glasses. It was a nice day, just not a good one to play Quidditch in. "So, teams?" Ron asked. They soon got the teams together with a seeker and a beater on each; Fred and Harry on one, Ron and George on the other.
The game went on Fred whacking a large ball they had enchanted to fly at Ron, and George saving him by hitting it back at Harry. Harry, of course was to busy looking for the golf ball they were using for the snitch to see the bludger coming straight for him. Fred zoomed of to get the ball before it hit Harry, but was to late. Since it wasn't a bludger it didn't knock him off the broom with a great thump, but only startled him.
Author After Note: Erm, I'm sorry I must end here. My mom's about to come get me. I know I know it's really short, but I'll make the next one longer, okay? Please review!