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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Everything belongs to the talented J.K. Rowling, not me. Though I wish I could write like her....
Whispers in the Night
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Visitor
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Harry Potter sat on bed working absentmindedly on his Transfiguration homework. The summer holidays had just started and they were already as unbearable as ever. His Aunt and Uncle were treating Harry like he was something slimy that had just crawled onto their dinner plate and Dudley refused to remain in the same room as him. Harry preferred to keep to his room where he could be alone with his thoughts. However, he still felt it was safer to work on his homework under the cover of night in case one of the Dursleys popped their rhinoceros head in unexpectedly.
Harry looked down at his unfinished essay and sighed. He was still twelve sentences short. After looking at the clock that now read 1:57, he finally decided it was time to call it quits for tonight. Harry put his quill down and reached under his bed. He pulled up the loose floorboard and stuffed his unfinished essay into it. He was about to get into bed when he heard a loud tapping on the window.
"Hedwig," Harry whispered, "shh, you'll wake the Dursley's."
"Can't you shut that owl up, boy?" Uncle Vernon's booming voice sailed up the stairs. "One more sound and you'll wish you were never born!"
"Too late," Harry sighed. He silently made his way over to the window and took the letter from Hedwig. As she flew across the room to her cage, two more owls swooped in after her. Harry recognized the minute owl right away. It belonged to his friend, Ron. Harry untied the letter with some difficulty because the tiny owl was currently zooming excitedly across the room.
"Harry,
How's it going? I hope the muggles are treating you alright. Mum says that Dumbledore should let you come and stay with us soon. I can't wait! Maybe you'll be able to come with us to see the Quidditch final. Well, I just wanted to check and see how you were. Write back!
Ron"
Harry grabbed some more spare parchment and scribbled a note back to Ron.
"Ron,
Thanks for writing to me. I don't know what I would've done if I hadn't heard from anyone. Actually I do know- I'd be going out of my mind. Everything's pretty much the same here. Dudley's diet isn't going well and I've been living mainly on stale pumpkin pastries that I saved from the train last week. I really hope I can come and stay with you soon. I don't know how much more of the Dursley's I can take. Well, I better get going.
Write soon, Harry"
Harry attached the note to Pig's leg, with more difficulty because he was still zooming around the room. Harry watched as he flew away and turned to the other owl, which he didn't recognize. He took the letter from it and immediately recognized Hermione's neat writing.
"Dear Harry,
How are you? I do hope you are well and that the Dursley's are treating you okay. Everything's alright here. I've been incredibly busy with schoolwork, of course...."
"That's Hermione for you," Harry laughed to himself.
"but I was wondering if you would be able to meet me at Diagon Alley next Wednesday. Ron is going to be there as well and we both thought it would be nice to give you a break from those awful relatives of yours for a while. If you are able to come, send a response back and my parents will pick you up on Tuesday night. I'm looking forward to seeing you.
Love from, Hermione"
Harry could have screamed with happiness, however he knew better than that. Instead he grabbed another piece of parchment and hastily scribbled a note back to Hermione.
"Hermione,
That would be great! I think I'll go out of my mind if I don't go leave here soon. I'll meet your parents in the front of the house on Tuesday- trust me, they don't want to come inside. I'm looking forward to seeing you and Ron!
Talk to you then, Harry"
Harry attached the letter to the owl's leg and turned to the letter Hedwig had brought him. It was from Sirius.
"Dear Harry,
How is everything? I hope you are alright. I'm doing fine. I am well hidden and I promise you that no one will be able to find me here. I am very close to you, Harry, but I can't say any more than that right now. Please promise me you won't go looking for me. It is for your own good. Keep your eyes open, Harry. There is a lot going on out there that doesn't concern you and you need to protect yourself. If anything unusual happens, send word with your owl. She'll know where to find me.
See you soon, Sirius"
Excited, Harry grabbed a spare piece of parchment and began scribbling a return note.
"Dear Sirius,
I'm very glad to hear that you are doing well. I am fine, mainly because the Dursley's are still afraid that you will show up and turn them into bats. I promise I won't go looking for you, but if you are that close, do you think you could drop by sometime? I'm kind of lonely here and I would love to see you. I don't think I can stand it here much longer. Well, it was good to hear from you. Write back soon!
Keep in touch, Harry"
Harry folded up the letter and attached it to Hedwig's leg. He watched her fly out the window and into the night. But much to Harry's surprise the owl appeared to be flying towards Mrs. Figg's house.
"That's odd," thought Harry. He strained his neck trying to get a closer look, but the owl had disappeared into the night. Harry stared absentmindedly out the window for a few seconds before deciding to get into bed. As he pulled the covers over himself, he smiled. He would be free from this place for a whole day next week! However, Harry hardly had time to think about what he, Ron, and Hermione were doing to do that Wednesday because he fell asleep as soon as his head hit his fluffy pillow.
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Harry woke suddenly a few hours later. Wondering what had caused his abrupt return to consciousness, he reached for his glasses, which were on the nightstand. Just as he was about to put them on, however, he heard the bottom stair creak. Next moment, there was an unmistakable swish of a cloak and Harry heard strange voices in the hallway outside his room. Harry's heart pounded beneath his shirt. He recognized those voices. He had heard them only a few weeks before in that fateful graveyard where Lord Voldemort had been reborn.
"Master, are you sure this is the house?" a voice whispered.
"I'm sure, Wormtail, now hurry up and find the boy! Now!" a cold, high voice filled the hall.
"Yes, master" Wormtail replied.
Just as Harry began to panic, his bedroom door creaked open.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Everything belongs to the talented J.K. Rowling, not me. Though I wish I could write like her....
Whispers in the Night
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Visitor
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry Potter sat on bed working absentmindedly on his Transfiguration homework. The summer holidays had just started and they were already as unbearable as ever. His Aunt and Uncle were treating Harry like he was something slimy that had just crawled onto their dinner plate and Dudley refused to remain in the same room as him. Harry preferred to keep to his room where he could be alone with his thoughts. However, he still felt it was safer to work on his homework under the cover of night in case one of the Dursleys popped their rhinoceros head in unexpectedly.
Harry looked down at his unfinished essay and sighed. He was still twelve sentences short. After looking at the clock that now read 1:57, he finally decided it was time to call it quits for tonight. Harry put his quill down and reached under his bed. He pulled up the loose floorboard and stuffed his unfinished essay into it. He was about to get into bed when he heard a loud tapping on the window.
"Hedwig," Harry whispered, "shh, you'll wake the Dursley's."
"Can't you shut that owl up, boy?" Uncle Vernon's booming voice sailed up the stairs. "One more sound and you'll wish you were never born!"
"Too late," Harry sighed. He silently made his way over to the window and took the letter from Hedwig. As she flew across the room to her cage, two more owls swooped in after her. Harry recognized the minute owl right away. It belonged to his friend, Ron. Harry untied the letter with some difficulty because the tiny owl was currently zooming excitedly across the room.
"Harry,
How's it going? I hope the muggles are treating you alright. Mum says that Dumbledore should let you come and stay with us soon. I can't wait! Maybe you'll be able to come with us to see the Quidditch final. Well, I just wanted to check and see how you were. Write back!
Ron"
Harry grabbed some more spare parchment and scribbled a note back to Ron.
"Ron,
Thanks for writing to me. I don't know what I would've done if I hadn't heard from anyone. Actually I do know- I'd be going out of my mind. Everything's pretty much the same here. Dudley's diet isn't going well and I've been living mainly on stale pumpkin pastries that I saved from the train last week. I really hope I can come and stay with you soon. I don't know how much more of the Dursley's I can take. Well, I better get going.
Write soon, Harry"
Harry attached the note to Pig's leg, with more difficulty because he was still zooming around the room. Harry watched as he flew away and turned to the other owl, which he didn't recognize. He took the letter from it and immediately recognized Hermione's neat writing.
"Dear Harry,
How are you? I do hope you are well and that the Dursley's are treating you okay. Everything's alright here. I've been incredibly busy with schoolwork, of course...."
"That's Hermione for you," Harry laughed to himself.
"but I was wondering if you would be able to meet me at Diagon Alley next Wednesday. Ron is going to be there as well and we both thought it would be nice to give you a break from those awful relatives of yours for a while. If you are able to come, send a response back and my parents will pick you up on Tuesday night. I'm looking forward to seeing you.
Love from, Hermione"
Harry could have screamed with happiness, however he knew better than that. Instead he grabbed another piece of parchment and hastily scribbled a note back to Hermione.
"Hermione,
That would be great! I think I'll go out of my mind if I don't go leave here soon. I'll meet your parents in the front of the house on Tuesday- trust me, they don't want to come inside. I'm looking forward to seeing you and Ron!
Talk to you then, Harry"
Harry attached the letter to the owl's leg and turned to the letter Hedwig had brought him. It was from Sirius.
"Dear Harry,
How is everything? I hope you are alright. I'm doing fine. I am well hidden and I promise you that no one will be able to find me here. I am very close to you, Harry, but I can't say any more than that right now. Please promise me you won't go looking for me. It is for your own good. Keep your eyes open, Harry. There is a lot going on out there that doesn't concern you and you need to protect yourself. If anything unusual happens, send word with your owl. She'll know where to find me.
See you soon, Sirius"
Excited, Harry grabbed a spare piece of parchment and began scribbling a return note.
"Dear Sirius,
I'm very glad to hear that you are doing well. I am fine, mainly because the Dursley's are still afraid that you will show up and turn them into bats. I promise I won't go looking for you, but if you are that close, do you think you could drop by sometime? I'm kind of lonely here and I would love to see you. I don't think I can stand it here much longer. Well, it was good to hear from you. Write back soon!
Keep in touch, Harry"
Harry folded up the letter and attached it to Hedwig's leg. He watched her fly out the window and into the night. But much to Harry's surprise the owl appeared to be flying towards Mrs. Figg's house.
"That's odd," thought Harry. He strained his neck trying to get a closer look, but the owl had disappeared into the night. Harry stared absentmindedly out the window for a few seconds before deciding to get into bed. As he pulled the covers over himself, he smiled. He would be free from this place for a whole day next week! However, Harry hardly had time to think about what he, Ron, and Hermione were doing to do that Wednesday because he fell asleep as soon as his head hit his fluffy pillow.
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Harry woke suddenly a few hours later. Wondering what had caused his abrupt return to consciousness, he reached for his glasses, which were on the nightstand. Just as he was about to put them on, however, he heard the bottom stair creak. Next moment, there was an unmistakable swish of a cloak and Harry heard strange voices in the hallway outside his room. Harry's heart pounded beneath his shirt. He recognized those voices. He had heard them only a few weeks before in that fateful graveyard where Lord Voldemort had been reborn.
"Master, are you sure this is the house?" a voice whispered.
"I'm sure, Wormtail, now hurry up and find the boy! Now!" a cold, high voice filled the hall.
"Yes, master" Wormtail replied.
Just as Harry began to panic, his bedroom door creaked open.