In the smallest room in the house located on 4 Privet Drive, slept a most peculiar boy. A boy everyone looked up to, a boy everyone believed in, a boy that everyone knew was important in the destruction of an evil man. You see this boy was named Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. Harry was also a wizard, one of the most powerful in the world, ever. At the age of one he caused the downfall of an evil wizard named Voldemort. Voldemort had the magic community in his fist and was slowly squeezing the life out of it, until he went to Godric Hollow to bring death to the Potter's doorstep. He killed both of Harry's parents, and tried to kill young Harry, but the deadly spell, Avada Kedavra rebounded and hit Voldemort instead and causing his downfall. Harry was sent to live with his aunt and uncle because they were his only living relatives. And so that's where young Harry lived in despair and torment until one of the happiest moments in his life occurred, he had received a letter to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry was now free from the Dursley's clutches for 10 months, 10 marvelous months. Harry has been doing this for the past four years, and is now awaiting to be able to go back to Hogwarts for his fifth year. We now join Harry and his journey through his 5th year.
Harry woke up with a start clutching his scar because a nightmare he had just had of the third task in his 4th year when he saw Voldemort return. "Why God does this happen to me? WHY!" asked Harry to the ceiling. "Why must I keep reliving this. Why must I suffer so much? Why!"
"Its quite simple Harry." answered a bright white orb floating at the foot of Harry's bed.
"Who are you?" asked Harry timidly.
"Isn't it obvious? You asked me a question, and I am here to answer it as best as I can." answered the light.
"You're God?"
'No, but I am his messenger, and I am here to help you out a bit."
"Well, then tell me why do these things always seem to happen to me?"
"Thats simple. You Harry Potter are very special. You are the opposite of Voldemort, you are what keeps the world in balance. The trials you have gone through will help you in the end."
"Are there more?"
"Maybe..."
"When?"
"I am sorry Harry, but I am not allowed to say, even if I could I don't know. Only the "Boss" knows that. Now Harry, I've been also sent here to give you something that might help you relax and keep your mind busy for a bit. You must cherish this gift, and also practice it as much as you can." The white orb produced a white box out of nowhere and put it on Harry's desk. "Now Harry close your eyes and relax." The white orb then threw a smaller orb at Harry's scar and watched it enter Harry's brain with a small "Pop." "I must now leave Harry, but promise me to practice with your gift as much as possible. Ok?"
"Yeah, sure I promise I will."
"Great, well I must really be off now. Goodbye Harry, and good luck."
"Goodbye."
And with that the white orb left as quickly as it appeared. Harry lifted himself out of his bed and went to his desk to see what was the gift the orb left him. He opened it carefully, and to his astonishment, he saw a metallic red, gold trimed guitar. *How cool. Too bad I don't how to play it* thought Harry. He lifted it carefully out of its box and saw it semiglow in the moonlight. *Hey, there's a note here*
Dear Harry Potter,
I see you have recieved your gift. Use it often. My messenger also left you another gift, the ability to play it skillfully. Use it wisely, and maybe even start a band.
Sincerely,
A good friend
*Wow, how cool. I know how to play the guitar.* Harry carefully put the guitar back in its box and went back to bed with a smile on his face, and slept peacefully.
Harry woke up with a start clutching his scar because a nightmare he had just had of the third task in his 4th year when he saw Voldemort return. "Why God does this happen to me? WHY!" asked Harry to the ceiling. "Why must I keep reliving this. Why must I suffer so much? Why!"
"Its quite simple Harry." answered a bright white orb floating at the foot of Harry's bed.
"Who are you?" asked Harry timidly.
"Isn't it obvious? You asked me a question, and I am here to answer it as best as I can." answered the light.
"You're God?"
'No, but I am his messenger, and I am here to help you out a bit."
"Well, then tell me why do these things always seem to happen to me?"
"Thats simple. You Harry Potter are very special. You are the opposite of Voldemort, you are what keeps the world in balance. The trials you have gone through will help you in the end."
"Are there more?"
"Maybe..."
"When?"
"I am sorry Harry, but I am not allowed to say, even if I could I don't know. Only the "Boss" knows that. Now Harry, I've been also sent here to give you something that might help you relax and keep your mind busy for a bit. You must cherish this gift, and also practice it as much as you can." The white orb produced a white box out of nowhere and put it on Harry's desk. "Now Harry close your eyes and relax." The white orb then threw a smaller orb at Harry's scar and watched it enter Harry's brain with a small "Pop." "I must now leave Harry, but promise me to practice with your gift as much as possible. Ok?"
"Yeah, sure I promise I will."
"Great, well I must really be off now. Goodbye Harry, and good luck."
"Goodbye."
And with that the white orb left as quickly as it appeared. Harry lifted himself out of his bed and went to his desk to see what was the gift the orb left him. He opened it carefully, and to his astonishment, he saw a metallic red, gold trimed guitar. *How cool. Too bad I don't how to play it* thought Harry. He lifted it carefully out of its box and saw it semiglow in the moonlight. *Hey, there's a note here*
Dear Harry Potter,
I see you have recieved your gift. Use it often. My messenger also left you another gift, the ability to play it skillfully. Use it wisely, and maybe even start a band.
Sincerely,
A good friend
*Wow, how cool. I know how to play the guitar.* Harry carefully put the guitar back in its box and went back to bed with a smile on his face, and slept peacefully.