A/N: Hi everybody! This is my first fanfic so plz read it and have fun. I know its not that great yet, but it will get better! DISC: don't own anybody.
Harry Potter and the Power of White Magic
Harry Potter was not a normal person. Harry Potter is a wizard. Yes, a wizard that does magic. It is the fifth summer at the Dursleys,
where young Harry was sleeping. He was having one of his horrible nightmares again.
"Master," said the rasping, dry voice of Peter, "Master, I have found the book." The tall, hooded figure looked up from the throne
he was sitting on. In a cold, evil voice, "You have have you now, eh???"
Peter AKA wormtail lay crouching at Voldemort's feet. "Yes Master, were able to bypass the guards." Voldemort then took the
book from Wormtail and looked at the title: The Full Power of Black Magic. "Yes, yes this is it! This is it!!!!" And soon a high,
cold and evil cackle filled the black depths of Azkaban….
Harry woke up to the incredible burning pain in his scar as he kept from trying to scream. It burning so hot that he let out a muffled
yell. 10 minutes later, Hedwig and several other owls came swooping in, all carrying packages and letters. They all dropped them into
the bed and left, except for Hedwig, who stayed perched on Harry's shoulder. Harry ripped open the first letter, who was from
Ron, Harry's best friend. He opened the letter:
Dear Harry,
I hope you are okay, and the Muggles aren't treating you wrongly.
Mum says we can have you over for the rest of the summer holidays! Oh and also did you hear about the attack yesterday in London?
Well read it now!
Ron.
Harry ripped open the package from Ron which turned out to be a copy of the Daily Prophet:
DEATH EATERS ATTACK DIAGON ALLEY!
Yesterday, at 2:00 in the afternoon, Death Eaters attack Diagon Alley, writes Daily Prophet
reporter Sarah Mcfedy, where several Death Eaters start attacking witches and wizards with an
Unknown Dark Magic. Nobody was injured when Ministry Hit Wizards arrived, but it was a
strong fight.
Thats weird, Harry thought, I didn't dream that all.....
Harry Potter and the Power of White Magic
Harry Potter was not a normal person. Harry Potter is a wizard. Yes, a wizard that does magic. It is the fifth summer at the Dursleys,
where young Harry was sleeping. He was having one of his horrible nightmares again.
"Master," said the rasping, dry voice of Peter, "Master, I have found the book." The tall, hooded figure looked up from the throne
he was sitting on. In a cold, evil voice, "You have have you now, eh???"
Peter AKA wormtail lay crouching at Voldemort's feet. "Yes Master, were able to bypass the guards." Voldemort then took the
book from Wormtail and looked at the title: The Full Power of Black Magic. "Yes, yes this is it! This is it!!!!" And soon a high,
cold and evil cackle filled the black depths of Azkaban….
Harry woke up to the incredible burning pain in his scar as he kept from trying to scream. It burning so hot that he let out a muffled
yell. 10 minutes later, Hedwig and several other owls came swooping in, all carrying packages and letters. They all dropped them into
the bed and left, except for Hedwig, who stayed perched on Harry's shoulder. Harry ripped open the first letter, who was from
Ron, Harry's best friend. He opened the letter:
Dear Harry,
I hope you are okay, and the Muggles aren't treating you wrongly.
Mum says we can have you over for the rest of the summer holidays! Oh and also did you hear about the attack yesterday in London?
Well read it now!
Ron.
Harry ripped open the package from Ron which turned out to be a copy of the Daily Prophet:
DEATH EATERS ATTACK DIAGON ALLEY!
Yesterday, at 2:00 in the afternoon, Death Eaters attack Diagon Alley, writes Daily Prophet
reporter Sarah Mcfedy, where several Death Eaters start attacking witches and wizards with an
Unknown Dark Magic. Nobody was injured when Ministry Hit Wizards arrived, but it was a
strong fight.
Thats weird, Harry thought, I didn't dream that all.....