This is my first fanfic, please R&R! Tell me what you think
Disclaimer: yeah you all know h.p. and stuff belong to j.k.r. Sorry the first chap is so short, I just started. Don't worry though, I know what I want to write next and ill put it up a.s.a.p.
Disclaimer2: sorry whenever I try to make paragraphs the site wont let me so excuse the fact that all the paragraphs are one.
Harry ran through the cold streets, and his breath came out in ragged breaths. What had happened? He thought to himself. The year had been a nightmare. At last he was back for vacation and things did not seem to improve. He remembered the first day, the first shock, when he had come into the Gryffindor common room and seen his two closest friends hanging out with the "cool" kids. When he walked up to them, they ignored him. Even Neville was acting differently. What was wrong with him, Harry thought?
They hadn't been acting this way until mid-term. He was so relieved when it was time to go home. He really needed some isolation to think things out, not that he hadn't already been isolated enough. He needed to calm down and wonder. Unfortunately, that was almost impossible considering he was living with the Dursleys. It suddenly got so unbearable that he decided to leave, so he left all his things except for Hedwig and his wand. He had just left that morning, and was still running away from the place of torment.
It was twilight now, and Harry slowed down. He had been running the entire day and was exhausted. It hid him all of a sudden that he now had nowhere to go and nothing to support himself and Hedwig with. He walked on a little ways and wondered how his life had become so tangled. What had he done? He could not come to a conclusion.
Settling down in a nearby forest, Harry slept all night. Almost. Just as the sun was rising, he woke up and felt a queer feeling, a feeling that made him feel that he had to remember something, right then. He drifted off to sleep quickly, however, and did not give the emotion a second thought.
Hedwig woke him up by flying away. Harry had become so attatched to his pet that whenever a large distance was between them, he became more alert. Dragged by Hedwig, Harry had no idea where the owl was headed. She seemed to know her path well, though. Harry took note of the fact they were headed towards the horizon, eastwards.
The sun was setting again, and Harry dragged his feet from exhaust. Hedwig, however, kept pushing him until he collapsed and could walk no more. "Hedwig, please! Where are we going?" He asked the owl. She just looked at him with a look of contempt and deep wisdom.
The boy and his pet soon reached a little oasis in the desert they were travelling in. Harry was so relieved. He was unbelievably thirsty and desperately needed a drink. As he bent down to drink, Hedwig abruptly swooped down and landed on his head. She pushed her master's head underwater and for a second Harry thought he would drown.
Hedwig made a few eerie calls and suddenly everything seemed to blur in front of Harry. He was being pushed and pulled at the same time; he was in another dimension; he felt he needed to move forward, forward. Hedwig just kept pushing him and pushing him.
And suddenly it hit him, the thing he needed to remember so imperatively in a passing moment. It was a detail from his childhood that would spell an uncovering of a huge secret, a secret that would hurt and help him at the same time.
Disclaimer: yeah you all know h.p. and stuff belong to j.k.r. Sorry the first chap is so short, I just started. Don't worry though, I know what I want to write next and ill put it up a.s.a.p.
Disclaimer2: sorry whenever I try to make paragraphs the site wont let me so excuse the fact that all the paragraphs are one.
Harry ran through the cold streets, and his breath came out in ragged breaths. What had happened? He thought to himself. The year had been a nightmare. At last he was back for vacation and things did not seem to improve. He remembered the first day, the first shock, when he had come into the Gryffindor common room and seen his two closest friends hanging out with the "cool" kids. When he walked up to them, they ignored him. Even Neville was acting differently. What was wrong with him, Harry thought?
They hadn't been acting this way until mid-term. He was so relieved when it was time to go home. He really needed some isolation to think things out, not that he hadn't already been isolated enough. He needed to calm down and wonder. Unfortunately, that was almost impossible considering he was living with the Dursleys. It suddenly got so unbearable that he decided to leave, so he left all his things except for Hedwig and his wand. He had just left that morning, and was still running away from the place of torment.
It was twilight now, and Harry slowed down. He had been running the entire day and was exhausted. It hid him all of a sudden that he now had nowhere to go and nothing to support himself and Hedwig with. He walked on a little ways and wondered how his life had become so tangled. What had he done? He could not come to a conclusion.
Settling down in a nearby forest, Harry slept all night. Almost. Just as the sun was rising, he woke up and felt a queer feeling, a feeling that made him feel that he had to remember something, right then. He drifted off to sleep quickly, however, and did not give the emotion a second thought.
Hedwig woke him up by flying away. Harry had become so attatched to his pet that whenever a large distance was between them, he became more alert. Dragged by Hedwig, Harry had no idea where the owl was headed. She seemed to know her path well, though. Harry took note of the fact they were headed towards the horizon, eastwards.
The sun was setting again, and Harry dragged his feet from exhaust. Hedwig, however, kept pushing him until he collapsed and could walk no more. "Hedwig, please! Where are we going?" He asked the owl. She just looked at him with a look of contempt and deep wisdom.
The boy and his pet soon reached a little oasis in the desert they were travelling in. Harry was so relieved. He was unbelievably thirsty and desperately needed a drink. As he bent down to drink, Hedwig abruptly swooped down and landed on his head. She pushed her master's head underwater and for a second Harry thought he would drown.
Hedwig made a few eerie calls and suddenly everything seemed to blur in front of Harry. He was being pushed and pulled at the same time; he was in another dimension; he felt he needed to move forward, forward. Hedwig just kept pushing him and pushing him.
And suddenly it hit him, the thing he needed to remember so imperatively in a passing moment. It was a detail from his childhood that would spell an uncovering of a huge secret, a secret that would hurt and help him at the same time.