Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus
Harry gets mad and accidentally shoots a spell outside which manages to hit a star, Harry wishes. But in the wizarding world the saying still goes, be careful what you wish for . . .
Chapter One
As usual at number four privet drive Harry Potter had been locked up in his room.
"You've gone too far this time boy!" Could be heard thundering and shaking the whole house.
All Harry had done was let Hedwig out, only for her to come back with another owl that had spent the night with Hedwig doing 'bird' things.
The neighbors were non-to happy, being awoke at five o'clock in the morning by none other than owls screeching on the roof of a house.
"You're not going to that school boy!"
This in itself was a lie, a rescue mission would be planned and Harry would be rescued, none other, than by magic. Harry had just thought this when he realised that he could just threaten to tell his godfather, an ex-murderer.
Just then he heard a knocking at the door. "Petunia! Will you get the door!"
"Hello?" Mumblings.
"Yes he's hear. Why?" More mumblings.
"Oh I see." By now Harry was interested.
"Harry!" Only having heard one side of the conversation he was slow at coming out of his room, "yes?"
Stood just inside the door was Dumbledore himself. Looking, in the most part, grave.
"Yes sir?" Asked Harry reaching the bottom of he stairs, his aunt Petunia was looking slightly amused at the situation.
"I'm so sorry Harry but Sirius, Sirius is dead."
Dead . . . dead . . . dead . . .
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry cried, he'd been crying for days now. To the point where the Dursleys had locked him in his room and hung blankets and pillows over his door to muffle the wailing.
"Boy!" Harry wiped his eyes and held his breath. "You are not going to that god forsaken school, we are sending you to St.Brutus' for real!"
"You can't!" Harry screeched back, tears threatening to engulf him again.
"We are your legal guardians and can do what we please, they can come but they are not having you unless they tear you from our cold, dead arms." His uncle seemed satisfied with this response and left Harry to think.
Harry jumped from his bed and swung a well-aimed kick at his wardrobe which dented the door. "They can't!"
He grabbed his wand, they couldn't do that, he was the boy who lived, but then . . . Sirius was dead, so were his parents, an evil wizard was after him. What did it matter?
In frustration he pointed his wand out the window and shouted "antehac recessim!" A jet of electric blue light shot out of his wand jettisoning him back onto his bed where he cried. "I wish my parents had never died."
Died . . . died . . . died . . .
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Morning came and Harry felt himself being shaken gently. He awoke and emerald met emerald as Harry opened his eyes . . . .
Well?????
Did you like it? If you're wondering what antehac recessim means you'll just have to wait. And, none of the Dursley's have emerald eyes. Mwahahaha *evil author grin*
Reviews please!
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Harry gets mad and accidentally shoots a spell outside which manages to hit a star, Harry wishes. But in the wizarding world the saying still goes, be careful what you wish for . . .
Chapter One
As usual at number four privet drive Harry Potter had been locked up in his room.
"You've gone too far this time boy!" Could be heard thundering and shaking the whole house.
All Harry had done was let Hedwig out, only for her to come back with another owl that had spent the night with Hedwig doing 'bird' things.
The neighbors were non-to happy, being awoke at five o'clock in the morning by none other than owls screeching on the roof of a house.
"You're not going to that school boy!"
This in itself was a lie, a rescue mission would be planned and Harry would be rescued, none other, than by magic. Harry had just thought this when he realised that he could just threaten to tell his godfather, an ex-murderer.
Just then he heard a knocking at the door. "Petunia! Will you get the door!"
"Hello?" Mumblings.
"Yes he's hear. Why?" More mumblings.
"Oh I see." By now Harry was interested.
"Harry!" Only having heard one side of the conversation he was slow at coming out of his room, "yes?"
Stood just inside the door was Dumbledore himself. Looking, in the most part, grave.
"Yes sir?" Asked Harry reaching the bottom of he stairs, his aunt Petunia was looking slightly amused at the situation.
"I'm so sorry Harry but Sirius, Sirius is dead."
Dead . . . dead . . . dead . . .
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry cried, he'd been crying for days now. To the point where the Dursleys had locked him in his room and hung blankets and pillows over his door to muffle the wailing.
"Boy!" Harry wiped his eyes and held his breath. "You are not going to that god forsaken school, we are sending you to St.Brutus' for real!"
"You can't!" Harry screeched back, tears threatening to engulf him again.
"We are your legal guardians and can do what we please, they can come but they are not having you unless they tear you from our cold, dead arms." His uncle seemed satisfied with this response and left Harry to think.
Harry jumped from his bed and swung a well-aimed kick at his wardrobe which dented the door. "They can't!"
He grabbed his wand, they couldn't do that, he was the boy who lived, but then . . . Sirius was dead, so were his parents, an evil wizard was after him. What did it matter?
In frustration he pointed his wand out the window and shouted "antehac recessim!" A jet of electric blue light shot out of his wand jettisoning him back onto his bed where he cried. "I wish my parents had never died."
Died . . . died . . . died . . .
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Morning came and Harry felt himself being shaken gently. He awoke and emerald met emerald as Harry opened his eyes . . . .
Well?????
Did you like it? If you're wondering what antehac recessim means you'll just have to wait. And, none of the Dursley's have emerald eyes. Mwahahaha *evil author grin*
Reviews please!
Micro-Chick