Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or the world they live in, but I do own originals that I come up with. This is my first HP fanfic, so leave good comments please. I'm not that good of a writer…so any good feedback is awesome!
The street corners of London were quiet, as it was the dead of night. On a corner, standing in a shadow, stood a shadowed man. His green eyes would stare up at the stars. The wind would blow softly and his untidy hair would fly about. Slowly he would turn to walk down the street. An old broomstick was in his hand; he would place himself upon it and take off into the air. He was to visit that place again, that place that was assumed was his home, though in truth it was not. It was a wonderful feeling, flying through the air, dodging clouds and flying beside birds. It took him only an hour to arrive at number four privet drive. He landed on the nicely cut lawn, making sure no one was looking. He would walk up to the door and gave a deep breath. Gathering up all his courage he would then proceed to knock. The door would open, and there stood a woman who had signs of gray in her hair. Her nose was pointy like and she was quite thin. Looking the man up and down, she blinked a bit. "Harry…what are you doing here? You…you…" Harry grimaced a bit. "Are a bit late I know…but I was enjoying the night air." Aunt Petunia had not changed much, she was grief stricken a little, but that is because her husband only died a few months ago. It seemed that his anger was the death of him. Harry wanted to reach out and give Aunt Petunia some comfort, but he knew better.
He would then step inside, hanging his muggle coat on the coat rack. There was a bit of a party going on, Dudley, his cousin, was throwing a birthday party for his now 11 year-old daughter. Harry knew that when she was born, when he had locked eyes with the baby, he knew that one day she would know about the magical world he was from. He rubbed his lightning bolt scar out of habit, fixed his tie, and then walked into the room. After a few months Uncle Vernon had passed away, the Dursleys were a bit more accepting of him. They were, however, still weary of him because of his…magic. He walked up to Dudley and nodded his head. "Hello there cousin," The big man would blink and look to Harry, a bit in shock. "H..H…Harry…what are you doing here?" Dudley was now grown-up, and able to walk in his father's footsteps with the drilling company. He was also a well known boxing champ now. Harry would look to him and then look to the girl standing next to him. She had brown hair, with bright green eyes, much like Harrys. She wore a pretty silver dress, strapless, with slits that went to her knees. "U…u…Uncle Harry?" Harry smiled; she was the only one who ever really liked him. Though, her parents told her he was bad news, a drunk, or some other bizarre story that was far from the truth.
"Hello there Clara….Happy birthday…it may not be much but…" Harry would reach into his pocket and take out a mirror, it had golden weavings on the outside, and the handle was in silver. It was a bit of a looking glass, but Harry would not tell her that. It was for fear of her father taking it away from her. Her face would light up. Her father would walk over, and look cautiously at Harry, then back at the mirror. "Don't worry Duddley, it won't explode on her or anything…I would never give my niece something dangerous…." At that moment, an owl would fly in, Petunia would screech, Duddley would duck, and the guests would run for cover. The owl would drop a letter into Clara's hands. On the back it had a seal with an "H" around it. The owl would fly out the window again, Clara would turn it over. It said, "To Clara Dursley at Number four Privet Drive, front room."
Duddley would stand up, and Harry was already at her side..looking at the letter. Clara began to open it before her father had gotten hold of it. Harry was looking at her, astonished somewhat. It was a hog warts letter. It informed that Clara would be attending Hogwarts this year. Harry just smiled, Duddley pulled the letter out of her hand, Aunt Petunia would saunter over. "How…can this be?" He then looked to Harry, waiting for an explanation. "Let us not..umm" Harry looked to Aunt Petunia, then to Duddley. "Spoil the rest of the party…." Harry ignored the confused look that Clara was giving him.
Well that was chapter 1 ladies and gentlemen…want me to continue or not? I want to take this all the way…gives me something to do with my summer…
The street corners of London were quiet, as it was the dead of night. On a corner, standing in a shadow, stood a shadowed man. His green eyes would stare up at the stars. The wind would blow softly and his untidy hair would fly about. Slowly he would turn to walk down the street. An old broomstick was in his hand; he would place himself upon it and take off into the air. He was to visit that place again, that place that was assumed was his home, though in truth it was not. It was a wonderful feeling, flying through the air, dodging clouds and flying beside birds. It took him only an hour to arrive at number four privet drive. He landed on the nicely cut lawn, making sure no one was looking. He would walk up to the door and gave a deep breath. Gathering up all his courage he would then proceed to knock. The door would open, and there stood a woman who had signs of gray in her hair. Her nose was pointy like and she was quite thin. Looking the man up and down, she blinked a bit. "Harry…what are you doing here? You…you…" Harry grimaced a bit. "Are a bit late I know…but I was enjoying the night air." Aunt Petunia had not changed much, she was grief stricken a little, but that is because her husband only died a few months ago. It seemed that his anger was the death of him. Harry wanted to reach out and give Aunt Petunia some comfort, but he knew better.
He would then step inside, hanging his muggle coat on the coat rack. There was a bit of a party going on, Dudley, his cousin, was throwing a birthday party for his now 11 year-old daughter. Harry knew that when she was born, when he had locked eyes with the baby, he knew that one day she would know about the magical world he was from. He rubbed his lightning bolt scar out of habit, fixed his tie, and then walked into the room. After a few months Uncle Vernon had passed away, the Dursleys were a bit more accepting of him. They were, however, still weary of him because of his…magic. He walked up to Dudley and nodded his head. "Hello there cousin," The big man would blink and look to Harry, a bit in shock. "H..H…Harry…what are you doing here?" Dudley was now grown-up, and able to walk in his father's footsteps with the drilling company. He was also a well known boxing champ now. Harry would look to him and then look to the girl standing next to him. She had brown hair, with bright green eyes, much like Harrys. She wore a pretty silver dress, strapless, with slits that went to her knees. "U…u…Uncle Harry?" Harry smiled; she was the only one who ever really liked him. Though, her parents told her he was bad news, a drunk, or some other bizarre story that was far from the truth.
"Hello there Clara….Happy birthday…it may not be much but…" Harry would reach into his pocket and take out a mirror, it had golden weavings on the outside, and the handle was in silver. It was a bit of a looking glass, but Harry would not tell her that. It was for fear of her father taking it away from her. Her face would light up. Her father would walk over, and look cautiously at Harry, then back at the mirror. "Don't worry Duddley, it won't explode on her or anything…I would never give my niece something dangerous…." At that moment, an owl would fly in, Petunia would screech, Duddley would duck, and the guests would run for cover. The owl would drop a letter into Clara's hands. On the back it had a seal with an "H" around it. The owl would fly out the window again, Clara would turn it over. It said, "To Clara Dursley at Number four Privet Drive, front room."
Duddley would stand up, and Harry was already at her side..looking at the letter. Clara began to open it before her father had gotten hold of it. Harry was looking at her, astonished somewhat. It was a hog warts letter. It informed that Clara would be attending Hogwarts this year. Harry just smiled, Duddley pulled the letter out of her hand, Aunt Petunia would saunter over. "How…can this be?" He then looked to Harry, waiting for an explanation. "Let us not..umm" Harry looked to Aunt Petunia, then to Duddley. "Spoil the rest of the party…." Harry ignored the confused look that Clara was giving him.
Well that was chapter 1 ladies and gentlemen…want me to continue or not? I want to take this all the way…gives me something to do with my summer…