OK everyone this is my first fanfic I have ever written so please be nice
to me! Please review cos I need some tips on writing and please tell me if
I can improve cos I need to know! Ok thanks, I hope you enjoy this.
~*~ mysticaldreams
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or anything that relates to hp in the plot all that credit goes to the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling
Strange happenings: Chapter 1
Harry awoke suddenly, his scar burning on his forehead.
He heard a clash downstairs in the kitchen and shot up like a bullet in his bed but then slowly relaxed thinking Dudley was out for another midnight "snack".
He focused his attention on his scar, he remember this same thing happening before on his 14th birthday, but that time he had woken from a nightmare, this time he couldn't remember having any disturbing dreams, the one thing he did know was that his scar only hurt in the presence of Voldemort. Panic started to rise in his mind as he thought of Voldemort anywhere near.
He shot back to reality when he heard a great snort from Dudley in the room next to him- wait a minute, he thought Dudley was down stairs. He could still hear the thuds in the kitchen but softer now, then as he cautiously peeked through the crack in his door he saw a shadow moving around the lounge room he felt a sickly lurch in his stomach as he made out a thin raggly shape in a black cloak that could not in any way be either his Aunt or Uncle.
Harry acted upon the first thing that came to his mind. He went to his bedside table and took out his wand from the second draw. There was no use waking up the Dursleys, they wouldn't be any help against a dark wizard.
He could run, he could run away, that's what Sirius would want him to do, but even though he hated the Dursleys he couldn't just leave them, no one could be that heartless.
The hair on the back of his neck prickled and he couldn't help feeling so frightened but his conscious got the better of him and he slipped through the door. Harry crouched down and crawled to the wall near the top of the staircase. As he hid in the shadow he looked around and as he saw the hooded person and he started to shake uncontrollably, he remembered the last time he was frightened like this and it was by the exact same figure. He quickly put the thought to the back of his mind.
He stood up as a wave of courage slid through him and he walked out of the shadows so he was at the top of the staircase, the hooded person turned around and as it did Harry's stomach turned over. The man reached for something in his cloak and suddenly........
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Sorry I had to leave it there guys but I need to make up the rest! PLEASE review cos I won't keep writing unless I know someone is reading. I'll try and get the next chapter up soon.
~*~ mysticaldreams
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or anything that relates to hp in the plot all that credit goes to the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling
Strange happenings: Chapter 1
Harry awoke suddenly, his scar burning on his forehead.
He heard a clash downstairs in the kitchen and shot up like a bullet in his bed but then slowly relaxed thinking Dudley was out for another midnight "snack".
He focused his attention on his scar, he remember this same thing happening before on his 14th birthday, but that time he had woken from a nightmare, this time he couldn't remember having any disturbing dreams, the one thing he did know was that his scar only hurt in the presence of Voldemort. Panic started to rise in his mind as he thought of Voldemort anywhere near.
He shot back to reality when he heard a great snort from Dudley in the room next to him- wait a minute, he thought Dudley was down stairs. He could still hear the thuds in the kitchen but softer now, then as he cautiously peeked through the crack in his door he saw a shadow moving around the lounge room he felt a sickly lurch in his stomach as he made out a thin raggly shape in a black cloak that could not in any way be either his Aunt or Uncle.
Harry acted upon the first thing that came to his mind. He went to his bedside table and took out his wand from the second draw. There was no use waking up the Dursleys, they wouldn't be any help against a dark wizard.
He could run, he could run away, that's what Sirius would want him to do, but even though he hated the Dursleys he couldn't just leave them, no one could be that heartless.
The hair on the back of his neck prickled and he couldn't help feeling so frightened but his conscious got the better of him and he slipped through the door. Harry crouched down and crawled to the wall near the top of the staircase. As he hid in the shadow he looked around and as he saw the hooded person and he started to shake uncontrollably, he remembered the last time he was frightened like this and it was by the exact same figure. He quickly put the thought to the back of his mind.
He stood up as a wave of courage slid through him and he walked out of the shadows so he was at the top of the staircase, the hooded person turned around and as it did Harry's stomach turned over. The man reached for something in his cloak and suddenly........
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Sorry I had to leave it there guys but I need to make up the rest! PLEASE review cos I won't keep writing unless I know someone is reading. I'll try and get the next chapter up soon.