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Hi everyone! My last HP story didnt go very well :( but this should be better!



Harry Potter and The Torments Of Life

Chapter 1: In The Beginning

Harry Potter looked over to his window. It was dark and Harry could see the stars overhead. He had been 17 for about thirty minutes now, but he still hadn't recieved his usual presents from Ron and Hermione. Harry immediately felt a sharp pain in his stomach. When Harry thought of Hermione he always had that pain. They had been together for six months and still they hadn't done anything together, on their own. Harry contemplated taking her to a Muggle cinema, but Ron said that they should go to a romantic restaraunt. Ron offered to ask Hermione but Harry said he would. Harry looked up, he thought he heard a noise outside. He looked out of the window, but saw nothing. He sat at his desk and tried to write a letter to Hermione.

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Half an hour later, his bin was full up from all the scrap parchment. He decided to write about something casual then progress. His letter looked like this:

To My Darling Hermione,

How are you. is the summer treating you well? As for me, I am suffering from bad sunburn--

Harry scrunched it up. It was no good, he had to go straight in. He took up his quill, dipped it in the ink bottle and wrote:

To My Darling Hermione,

How would you like to come with me to a restaraunt? It's near Hyde Park and it has a handy alley we can apparate to. Please send an owl back ASAP.

Lots of love,

Harry xXxXxXx

Now all Harry needed was to Hedwig to come back from Ron's. He sank on to his bed and stared at the ceiling. He whipped his hand under his pillow and pulled his wand out.

"Show me," He said. A jet of pinkish sparks issued out of his wand. It struck the ceiling and formed together to make a picture of Hermione. Harry sighed and looked up. He saw his trousers rise a bit and blushed. Just then Hedwig swooped through the open window. A large parcel landed on to Harry's desk. He walked over and began to rip open the paper. A green box appeared and a note. He read the note quickly and was glad he did:

-Harry

This is a password-ed box. The password is a special person in your life. (It is female, just in case you were wondering if it was me!)

-Ron

Harry grinned at the note.

"Hermione," He whispered. The box began to shake and expand. By the time it stopped it had grown double in size. Harry opened it and was blinded by several packages wrapped in gold paper. He took out a small one, it felt soft. He opened it and gasped. It was a life-like doll of Hermione. It had obviously been spelled because it smiled every so often at him. Harry propped it up against his pillow. He opened the rest of them and found some very useful things. From Ron he got a huge book entitled, Defence Against The Dark Arts: A Pro's Guide. From Lupin, another DATDA book. Mrs.Weasley sent him a large cake, with a picture of Hedwig in thick icing. Fred and George had sent him some of their new Fireworks. On the box it said:

Wealey's Wild Rockets. Caution: May cause death if stupid enough to swallow them. To start, just touch the fuse with your wand.

Harry knew he would have some fun with the rockets. He pictured his Uncle's face as he set of a rocket. He grinned and put all his presents under the floor boards. Harry remembered that he had a letter to go. He attached it to Hedwig's leg and led her to the window. He watched her untill she became as lost as the stars above. He pulled of his clothes and sank into bed, with images of Hermione and his Uncle's face in his mind.