DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling is a genius. There is no way that I could ever come
up with any of her ideas. She owns almost all of the characters in this
story, and well as references to any of the first 5 books.
A/N: OK guys, I listened to your reviews and I went back through the stories and made them more detailed and longer. Hope you like it more now! Keep the reviews coming!
In the early morning light of dawn, a pair of emerald green eyes slowly opened. The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, sat up and stretched. He loved the early morning, as it was when he could work on his summer homework from Hogwarts peacefully. Doing his homework was one of the few things that could keep his mind off of Sirius.
"I think I'll do that stupid Potions essay today." He thought to himself. "I should be able to get a good six inches or so done by the time they wake up. Now where is that page on the helpful and harmful effects of adding ground dragon's scale to a potion? Ah...here it is..." Harry was so deep into his essay, as he surprisingly found it semi-interesting, that he didn't hear his bedroom door open. He also didn't see his fat pig of a cousin Dudley enter into the room. In fact, he didn't notice anything until his textbook and parchment were snatched away from him.
Harry looked up and saw Dudley waddling out the door and toward his parents' room, yelling at the top of his lungs. "He's writing stuff for that...that place again!!!" he yelled loudly. Harry simply closed his bedroom door and sat on his bed, waiting for the inevitable yelling and beating that was waiting for him. He was used to it now. Ever since the one day, on the first day of his return, that he had talked back to Uncle Vernon, and threatened to use magic on him, all of the Dursleys were treating him worse than ever. They had taken his trunk (luckily he had removed all of his books first) and locked it up in the cupboard under the stairs. They had even gone as far as to take Hedwig away, put his broomstick under lock and key, and put bars on the windows so he couldn't receive owls. They also installed a new, smaller cat door on the bedroom door so that he could only receive food through it, and go to the bathroom twice a day. The only time that he got to see Hedwig was when Uncle Vernon made him clean out her cage and send phony letters to Remus, Moody, and the rest of the Order, telling him that he was doing fine. As if that still wasn't enough, Vernon had installed an extra-sensitive security system that would alert him if anything, even a flying car, touched the bars on his windows.
Harry looked towards the door and sighed, wishing that he had never had to come back to this place. He imagined himself at Hermione's, at the Burrow, back at Hogwarts, or even at... Sirius's house. He thought about Sirius and tears started rolling down his gaunt cheeks. No...he thought, I can't do this anymore. I have to find some way to deal with this or I am going to explode.
Just then, the door burst open and a menacing Uncle Vernon entered. Vernon came up to Harry, raised his hand, and slapped him as hard as he could across the poor boy's face. Harry, knowing that the best thing to do was to keep quiet, just took it, then turned his head upward to look at Uncle Vernon.
"Just WHAT do you think you were doing, boy? Trying to use IT on Dudley? Well, I'll tell you what; not anymore. I'm going to make you never want to go back to that...place again!"
A/N: OK guys, I listened to your reviews and I went back through the stories and made them more detailed and longer. Hope you like it more now! Keep the reviews coming!
In the early morning light of dawn, a pair of emerald green eyes slowly opened. The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, sat up and stretched. He loved the early morning, as it was when he could work on his summer homework from Hogwarts peacefully. Doing his homework was one of the few things that could keep his mind off of Sirius.
"I think I'll do that stupid Potions essay today." He thought to himself. "I should be able to get a good six inches or so done by the time they wake up. Now where is that page on the helpful and harmful effects of adding ground dragon's scale to a potion? Ah...here it is..." Harry was so deep into his essay, as he surprisingly found it semi-interesting, that he didn't hear his bedroom door open. He also didn't see his fat pig of a cousin Dudley enter into the room. In fact, he didn't notice anything until his textbook and parchment were snatched away from him.
Harry looked up and saw Dudley waddling out the door and toward his parents' room, yelling at the top of his lungs. "He's writing stuff for that...that place again!!!" he yelled loudly. Harry simply closed his bedroom door and sat on his bed, waiting for the inevitable yelling and beating that was waiting for him. He was used to it now. Ever since the one day, on the first day of his return, that he had talked back to Uncle Vernon, and threatened to use magic on him, all of the Dursleys were treating him worse than ever. They had taken his trunk (luckily he had removed all of his books first) and locked it up in the cupboard under the stairs. They had even gone as far as to take Hedwig away, put his broomstick under lock and key, and put bars on the windows so he couldn't receive owls. They also installed a new, smaller cat door on the bedroom door so that he could only receive food through it, and go to the bathroom twice a day. The only time that he got to see Hedwig was when Uncle Vernon made him clean out her cage and send phony letters to Remus, Moody, and the rest of the Order, telling him that he was doing fine. As if that still wasn't enough, Vernon had installed an extra-sensitive security system that would alert him if anything, even a flying car, touched the bars on his windows.
Harry looked towards the door and sighed, wishing that he had never had to come back to this place. He imagined himself at Hermione's, at the Burrow, back at Hogwarts, or even at... Sirius's house. He thought about Sirius and tears started rolling down his gaunt cheeks. No...he thought, I can't do this anymore. I have to find some way to deal with this or I am going to explode.
Just then, the door burst open and a menacing Uncle Vernon entered. Vernon came up to Harry, raised his hand, and slapped him as hard as he could across the poor boy's face. Harry, knowing that the best thing to do was to keep quiet, just took it, then turned his head upward to look at Uncle Vernon.
"Just WHAT do you think you were doing, boy? Trying to use IT on Dudley? Well, I'll tell you what; not anymore. I'm going to make you never want to go back to that...place again!"
