Title: Just Another Year
Author: K. L. Spitfire
Author's e-mail address: Drakesgrl04@aol.com
A/N: Readers may e-mail or instant message me with any comments, I don't mind flames as long as they are CONSTRUCTIVE. Please Review, Review, Review!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Nothing that you recognize belongs to me, but everything that you don't recognize does belong solely to me.
Current Location: Privet Drive
Year: Harry Potter & Co. are entering their sixth year at Hogwarts
'Another year.' Harry thought to himself. 'Another Birthday.'
"Up Boy! Up!" Aunt Petunia shirked through his bedroom door.
"I'm up!" Harry shouted back. "I'm always up you stupid bat." He muttered through the door.
"What boy!" His aunt snapped.
"Nothing, nothing."
Harry pulled on a pale gray T-shirt, a pair of new, khaki shorts, and a never before worn green flannel shirt. Harry had forced his Aunt and Uncle to take him clothing shopping at the beginning of the summer when he had found he was now several inches taller then his wale of a cousin. They'd been reluctant at first but then agreed when he'd pointed out that his godfather wouldn't be too happy if he found that they weren't treating him well.
It was the thirty-first of July and Harry's sixteenth birthday. He had no presents. But he didn't expect any. Harry rarely received presents and when he did they were from his best friends at Hogwarts. But Harry didn't even expect any this year. Dumbledore had told Ron and Hermione not to contact Harry at Privet Drive over the summer. The increasing risks from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named were just too great.
"Hello 'family'." Harry greeted his relatives sarcastically
Harry was feeling very 'hormonal' and what one might refer to as 'teenage angst'.
Harry was about to continue with his rant when a large tawny owl swooped in through the open kitchen window. (A sixteen-year-old Dudley shrieked and waddled away.) The owl lapped the kitchen and dropped the familiar Hogwarts school letter into Harry's open hands.
Harry tucked his letter into his back pocket, walked out of the kitchen, grabbed the few pound notes from the change tray that the Dursleys kept on the hall table, and walked out of the house onto plain old Privet Drive, leaving the Dursleys in his wake. (At least for the time being.)
Harry continued out of Privet Drive and over to the coffee/bookshop a few blocks down the road. Harry had turned this daily walk into a weekly routine that fit his lonely life very comfortably. Harry entered the café ordered his usual, a plain black coffee, and sat down, alone, perusual.
Harry pulled out his Hogwarts letter, tore open the seal, pulled out the parchment, and took a long drink from his coffee. He began to read to himself:
Dear Mr. Potter,
This year will be quite different from previous years that you have spent at Hogwarts. You will be spending the year with witches, wizards, and Muggles from other parts of the world as a specialized learning experience. All will be explained after the start of term feast.
Term will begin on September the first as usual.
Yours Sincerely,
Professor M. McGonagall
'Huh.' Harry thought to himself. 'I wonder if Drumstrang and Bauxbaton have agreed to come back to Hogwarts again.' Harry realized that he hadn't heard about the two schools since the forth year monstrosity that was the Tri-Wizard Tournament. With Cedric Diggory. He shivered involuntarily.
Harry checked his watch.
"Ten forty-five." He mumbled aloud. Harry dropped the payment for his coffee on the table and went into the men's room. He entered a stall and closed the door behind him, not locking it; Harry deapaerated. (Harry and Ron had believed that it was absolutely necessary that they learn to apperate the previous year. And with much coaxing, (mostly by Ron, Hermione seemed to have a weak spot for him) and Hermione had agreed to help the three of them learn how to apperate.)
And Harry was gone.
A/N: I am sooooo sorry about any spelling mistakes!!! Please review. I was so nervous about posting this and I really want it to work out! I try to review for everyone so if you want me to read your story I'd be glad to and review it!
Author: K. L. Spitfire
Author's e-mail address: Drakesgrl04@aol.com
A/N: Readers may e-mail or instant message me with any comments, I don't mind flames as long as they are CONSTRUCTIVE. Please Review, Review, Review!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Nothing that you recognize belongs to me, but everything that you don't recognize does belong solely to me.
Current Location: Privet Drive
Year: Harry Potter & Co. are entering their sixth year at Hogwarts
'Another year.' Harry thought to himself. 'Another Birthday.'
"Up Boy! Up!" Aunt Petunia shirked through his bedroom door.
"I'm up!" Harry shouted back. "I'm always up you stupid bat." He muttered through the door.
"What boy!" His aunt snapped.
"Nothing, nothing."
Harry pulled on a pale gray T-shirt, a pair of new, khaki shorts, and a never before worn green flannel shirt. Harry had forced his Aunt and Uncle to take him clothing shopping at the beginning of the summer when he had found he was now several inches taller then his wale of a cousin. They'd been reluctant at first but then agreed when he'd pointed out that his godfather wouldn't be too happy if he found that they weren't treating him well.
It was the thirty-first of July and Harry's sixteenth birthday. He had no presents. But he didn't expect any. Harry rarely received presents and when he did they were from his best friends at Hogwarts. But Harry didn't even expect any this year. Dumbledore had told Ron and Hermione not to contact Harry at Privet Drive over the summer. The increasing risks from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named were just too great.
"Hello 'family'." Harry greeted his relatives sarcastically
Harry was feeling very 'hormonal' and what one might refer to as 'teenage angst'.
Harry was about to continue with his rant when a large tawny owl swooped in through the open kitchen window. (A sixteen-year-old Dudley shrieked and waddled away.) The owl lapped the kitchen and dropped the familiar Hogwarts school letter into Harry's open hands.
Harry tucked his letter into his back pocket, walked out of the kitchen, grabbed the few pound notes from the change tray that the Dursleys kept on the hall table, and walked out of the house onto plain old Privet Drive, leaving the Dursleys in his wake. (At least for the time being.)
Harry continued out of Privet Drive and over to the coffee/bookshop a few blocks down the road. Harry had turned this daily walk into a weekly routine that fit his lonely life very comfortably. Harry entered the café ordered his usual, a plain black coffee, and sat down, alone, perusual.
Harry pulled out his Hogwarts letter, tore open the seal, pulled out the parchment, and took a long drink from his coffee. He began to read to himself:
Dear Mr. Potter,
This year will be quite different from previous years that you have spent at Hogwarts. You will be spending the year with witches, wizards, and Muggles from other parts of the world as a specialized learning experience. All will be explained after the start of term feast.
Term will begin on September the first as usual.
Yours Sincerely,
Professor M. McGonagall
'Huh.' Harry thought to himself. 'I wonder if Drumstrang and Bauxbaton have agreed to come back to Hogwarts again.' Harry realized that he hadn't heard about the two schools since the forth year monstrosity that was the Tri-Wizard Tournament. With Cedric Diggory. He shivered involuntarily.
Harry checked his watch.
"Ten forty-five." He mumbled aloud. Harry dropped the payment for his coffee on the table and went into the men's room. He entered a stall and closed the door behind him, not locking it; Harry deapaerated. (Harry and Ron had believed that it was absolutely necessary that they learn to apperate the previous year. And with much coaxing, (mostly by Ron, Hermione seemed to have a weak spot for him) and Hermione had agreed to help the three of them learn how to apperate.)
And Harry was gone.
A/N: I am sooooo sorry about any spelling mistakes!!! Please review. I was so nervous about posting this and I really want it to work out! I try to review for everyone so if you want me to read your story I'd be glad to and review it!