Harry stalked out side into the backyard of No. 4 Privet Dr. with a piece
parchment balled up in his right hand. No, Harry Potter was not in a good
mood. He stopped in mid stride and turned on his heel then walked back
toward the house as if to change his mind. But instead of going for the
door he stopped in front of the brick wall, the normal brick wall he had
detached the ivy from yesterday. Then with same hand the parchment was in
he punched it, hard. He hissed and squinted his eyes as the skin from his
knuckles peeled off to reveal bloody new skin.
He thought to himself that that was a very stupid thing to do because now he will not be able to write. But he reminded himself that would be no problem seeing as how he won't be writing any more. As if to finish the thought he chucked the paper at wall and when it landed it read it angular handwriting:
Harry,
First off let me say, don't hex the messenger. Got it? Hope so. Under Dumbledore's orders you are not to leave your families house for the rest of the summer. Secondly (also under his orders) you are going to have all your books, supplies, robes, O.W.L. Results, and all other whatnot waiting for you at Hogwarts. Thirdly (again under his orders) you are to have five Order members pick you up on a date yet to be selected (by Dumbledore also). So I remind you again don't hex me (although now that I think about it, you wouldn't stand a chance against me)
At least pretend your going to have a good summer,
Tonks
Harry, knowing the rules and owing for the fact that he didn't want to see any of them (the Order) sent a short reply:
Fine.
-Harry
After that he stomped downstairs, past his aunt, and out the back door ("Make sure you close it this time!").
What Harry desperately wanted was to go out side of his aunt and uncle's property, not stay cramped in it. Sure it was all nice not having to worry about going to bed without supper, sleeping a cupboard and all that rot. But, life was more than No. 4 Privet Dr., Hogwarts (as much as he loved it), or Grimmauld Place, he thought sadly thinking of Sirius. He thought of that one Tropical bird he sent him, and wondered where he might have been before and after Azkaban.
He felt the emptiness in him writher like an empty stomach but there was no food, that place where a father should be.
He lay back, realizing he sat down after he punched the wall and looked up into the tree branches. A second later he blinked and bolted up.
Someone was looking back.
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Hey! I guess I should first say that all of the chapters will be this short, but only because that means I can upload faster. k?
Please, constructive criticism is welcome!
He thought to himself that that was a very stupid thing to do because now he will not be able to write. But he reminded himself that would be no problem seeing as how he won't be writing any more. As if to finish the thought he chucked the paper at wall and when it landed it read it angular handwriting:
Harry,
First off let me say, don't hex the messenger. Got it? Hope so. Under Dumbledore's orders you are not to leave your families house for the rest of the summer. Secondly (also under his orders) you are going to have all your books, supplies, robes, O.W.L. Results, and all other whatnot waiting for you at Hogwarts. Thirdly (again under his orders) you are to have five Order members pick you up on a date yet to be selected (by Dumbledore also). So I remind you again don't hex me (although now that I think about it, you wouldn't stand a chance against me)
At least pretend your going to have a good summer,
Tonks
Harry, knowing the rules and owing for the fact that he didn't want to see any of them (the Order) sent a short reply:
Fine.
-Harry
After that he stomped downstairs, past his aunt, and out the back door ("Make sure you close it this time!").
What Harry desperately wanted was to go out side of his aunt and uncle's property, not stay cramped in it. Sure it was all nice not having to worry about going to bed without supper, sleeping a cupboard and all that rot. But, life was more than No. 4 Privet Dr., Hogwarts (as much as he loved it), or Grimmauld Place, he thought sadly thinking of Sirius. He thought of that one Tropical bird he sent him, and wondered where he might have been before and after Azkaban.
He felt the emptiness in him writher like an empty stomach but there was no food, that place where a father should be.
He lay back, realizing he sat down after he punched the wall and looked up into the tree branches. A second later he blinked and bolted up.
Someone was looking back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey! I guess I should first say that all of the chapters will be this short, but only because that means I can upload faster. k?
Please, constructive criticism is welcome!