Hey guys,
this is my first story in English. The reason why I write this story is that I want to improve my English skills. As you can guess I am not a native speaker and I want to apologise in advance if I totally destroy the grammar. You may correct every single mistake you spot in my story, I wont learn otherwise. If you say omg her spelling hurt my eyes I want to read beta you are welcome :)
Now to the story: Harry will neither become a vampire nor a werewolf. He is sixteen years old and this story will contain slash but I do not now if they will have intercourse. Voldemort is already dead.
I hope my story is understandable and that you enjoy it! Greetings cybernanny
Harry was late and he began to run because he just knew that his aunt wouldn't be happy. Uncle Vernon invited his chef for dinner tonight and he hoped dearly that he would get a promotion if he brown-nosed him. Of course that meant for Harry to help his aunt in the kitchen. Normally he would do the chores in the house, including cooking, alone but the meeting with Vernon´s chef was just too important. He could ruin everything and that meant his aunt would supervise his cooking and today she even helped him! But it wasn´t really positive because she let the last container with milk crash to the floor and after she screamed at Harry she sent him to get some new milk. The guests could want milk to drink.
He barely made it to the supermarket in time because it would close in a few minutes. He grabbed some milk and run to the cash register but because he wasn´t the only costumer who needed something dearly before weekend the line was rather long. And now he was late and had to run to get home again before his uncle´s chef arrived. He of course wasn´t allowed to eat with them. A freak like him could endanger the promotion. Again he was to sit in his little room and pretend that he diddn´t exist. At least this time around there was no Dobby who would make the situation worse. Relief flooded him when he reached the park. In five minutes he would be home. It was always a bit scary in the park when the twilight already started. He was all alone and he always looked around in case Voldemort or some deatheater would attack him from behind. He managed to kill Voldemort in the ministry of magic when he was distracted with Dumbledoroes arrival but Harry never lost his paranoia.
He was almost out of the park when he heard a soft whimpering. Concerned and a little nervous he stopped his run and turned around. Of course the whimpering would come from a dark bush in a secluded corner rather than from the middle on the way under a street lamp. But he had to check maybe someone was hurt! With his wand drawn he carefully walked to the green bush where the whimpering had come from. "Hello? Someone there?", he asked into the darkness but he received no answer. He crawled into the bush on his knees but diddn´t dare to enlighten his wand. He was not allowed to use magic outsite of school just in life threatening situations. If this was just a kid he could get problems with the ministry.
"Are you okay?", he asked again a little concerned. Maybe someone collapsed there and couldn´t get up on his own? Then suddenly there was a loud growling sound and he just saw some big yellow eyes before sharp teeth embedded themselves into his neck. A sharp pain washed through his body before he lost his consciousness and fell in a heap on the cold ground, hidden from the bushes in the park. The milk he purchased earlier fell to the floor and splashed his face.