A new year at Hogwarts
Chapter 1 : A special Day
The early morning sun was rising over Little Whinging and soon the first people started to get themselves ready for work. The family who lived in number four, Privet Drive got up too and got ready to take their breakfast. The sound of plates and knives placed on the table could be heard from the kitchen. Soon enough, there was a cry heard in the whole house and a high- pitched voice called : "Breakfast!"
Aunt Petunia´s cry was heard too, in a room upstairs, still half in darkness. In this room, a boy was lying in his bed, trying to keep his eyes shut against the ray of morning sunlight which was falling through the curtains. But now that his aunt had woken him up, Harry Potter had to get up. Harry was a fifteen year old boy. But he wasn´t an ordinary boy. His black hair was always very untidy and his light green eyes made him look strange, but that wasn´t what made this boy so different from others. In the center of Harry´s forehead was a scar shaped in the form of a lightning. But the most special thing about Harry was, that he was about to start his sixth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, Harry Potter was a wizard.
After dressing, he went downstairs to join his uncle, aunt and cousin at breakfast. When he opened the door, they faced him with scared looks and he knew they thought he was very dangerous. He was shure if Petunia hadn´t promised Dumbledore to keep Harry in her house, the Dursleys would have thrown him out a long time ago.
Even though Harry knew he wasn´t very welcome, he settled himself down and began to eat his toast. As his family was ignoring him, Harry felt some of the sadness and anger he had felt so often this year rising inside himself. Did they really think it was his fault, that the Dementors attacked him and Dudley? Did they really think he told them to suck Dudley´s soul out of him? Of course they thought this way. Harry wished they had at least thanked him for saving Dudley´s live with his Patronus Charm. But Harry knew better now. Professor Umbridge, a ministry witch and Ex Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, had arranged the attack on Harry one year ago, to keep him silent about Lord Voldemort´s return.
After finishing his breakfast, Harry left the kitchen. Back in his room, he decided to write a letter to his two best friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. But writing them letters these days wasn´t very easy. He never knew where they were and he had to be careful about the content of the letters, because the owls could be intercepted any time now. The risk of Lord Voldemort or one of his Deatheaters finding out about the Order of the Phoenix and their Headquarters was much to high.
Harry needed someone to talk too, but he didn´t feel comfortable, telling Ron and Hermione about his feelings. He thought they might not understand him. He wanted to tell someone how he saw his godfather die and how he felt since Sirius´ death, but he didn´t know where to start telling. Sirius had been the most important person in Harry´s life next to his friends. He was some kind of father and brother, but now he was gone. Harry felt very lonely as though a part of himself had died with Sirius. He had lost his godfather, the only person he could talk to about anything. Even though he saw Sirius die, Harry refused to believe that he was gone forever.
After a moment lost in thoughts, Harry considered it would be better not to write Ron and Hermione about his feelings and the things he wanted to tell them. So he wrote only very short letters and after sending Hedwig off with them, went outside to enjoy the warm summerday.
Harry was walking through the streets of Little Whinging just as he had done last year. But he was careful not to go too far away from Privet Drive, because he remembered very well how the Dementors suddenly appeared and he had to fight them. He had nearly been expelled from Hogwarts because he used magic in front of his cousin Dudley who was a muggle.
Harry thought it might be possible too, that Lord Voldemort had called the Dementors to his help, now that the whole world knew he was back. Some years ago, these hooked creature with no face but only a mouth, used to protect Azkaban, the Wizard Prison.
Harry longed to have news from Ron or Hermione about what was going on in the Wizarding world, because he didn´t get much information out of the Daily Prophet. But Harry thought his friends might not want him to disturb them in their holidays. They didn´t see pictures inside their heads of Sirius murdered by Bellatrix Lestrange and they didn´t wake up in the middle of the night with a scar burning like fire on their foreheads.
Apart from his sadness and desperation, he thought that at least tomorrow could be more cheerful. Tomorrow was Harry´s sixteenth birthday. He didn´t know why, but he thought this birthday was a very special one. He wasn´t even sure why he thought it, the special feeling was present inside his mind.
After half an hour wandering through the streets, Harry decided to return to Privet Drive and take a shower, because the summer air was very hot and he was all sweaty. In his room, he saw Hedwig´s empty cage and wondered where she may have gone.
After a dreamless night, the first one this week, a soft hooting made Harry wake up and he saw Hedwig sitting on the top of her cage, looking very proud. Then he saw them: three small packages were lying on his desk, waiting to be opened.
The first one was from Hermione and contained a book labelled "Hogwarts: A History". How often Hermione had blamed him about not having read this book, and now he could do it. The second present was from Ron and contained the book : "Quidditch teams from all over the world". The third and last one contained a nice black travelling cloak and Harry wondered who sent it. He found a small piece of parchment on which was written : from Moony, Nymphadora and Mad. Harry knew immediateley that this present came from the Headquarters of the Phoenix. The names on the Parchment were Pseudonymes, to keep the origine of this present secret. But Harry knew the three people very well. Moony was Remus Lupin, Ex Defence against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts and once a month he turned into a werewolf. Nymphadora was Tonks name, but she didn´t like it and everybody called her Tonks. Mad must be Mad-Eye or Alastor Moody, an Ex-Auror and teacher at Hogwarts for only one year.
Harry was glad about his presents but again a slight disappointment filled his heart. There were no written notes, only "best wishes" or "happy birthday". They didn´t add any information or plan to get him away from the Dursleys. He felt very miserable and thought nobody would care for him anymore.
Harry lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering what his worst enemy Voldemort, was up to. Harry hadn´t had any visions or dreams in relation with Vorldemort since the night at the Ministry of Magic, in the Department of Mysteries. Lost in thoughts, Harry quickly fell asleep.
Chapter 1 : A special Day
The early morning sun was rising over Little Whinging and soon the first people started to get themselves ready for work. The family who lived in number four, Privet Drive got up too and got ready to take their breakfast. The sound of plates and knives placed on the table could be heard from the kitchen. Soon enough, there was a cry heard in the whole house and a high- pitched voice called : "Breakfast!"
Aunt Petunia´s cry was heard too, in a room upstairs, still half in darkness. In this room, a boy was lying in his bed, trying to keep his eyes shut against the ray of morning sunlight which was falling through the curtains. But now that his aunt had woken him up, Harry Potter had to get up. Harry was a fifteen year old boy. But he wasn´t an ordinary boy. His black hair was always very untidy and his light green eyes made him look strange, but that wasn´t what made this boy so different from others. In the center of Harry´s forehead was a scar shaped in the form of a lightning. But the most special thing about Harry was, that he was about to start his sixth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, Harry Potter was a wizard.
After dressing, he went downstairs to join his uncle, aunt and cousin at breakfast. When he opened the door, they faced him with scared looks and he knew they thought he was very dangerous. He was shure if Petunia hadn´t promised Dumbledore to keep Harry in her house, the Dursleys would have thrown him out a long time ago.
Even though Harry knew he wasn´t very welcome, he settled himself down and began to eat his toast. As his family was ignoring him, Harry felt some of the sadness and anger he had felt so often this year rising inside himself. Did they really think it was his fault, that the Dementors attacked him and Dudley? Did they really think he told them to suck Dudley´s soul out of him? Of course they thought this way. Harry wished they had at least thanked him for saving Dudley´s live with his Patronus Charm. But Harry knew better now. Professor Umbridge, a ministry witch and Ex Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, had arranged the attack on Harry one year ago, to keep him silent about Lord Voldemort´s return.
After finishing his breakfast, Harry left the kitchen. Back in his room, he decided to write a letter to his two best friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. But writing them letters these days wasn´t very easy. He never knew where they were and he had to be careful about the content of the letters, because the owls could be intercepted any time now. The risk of Lord Voldemort or one of his Deatheaters finding out about the Order of the Phoenix and their Headquarters was much to high.
Harry needed someone to talk too, but he didn´t feel comfortable, telling Ron and Hermione about his feelings. He thought they might not understand him. He wanted to tell someone how he saw his godfather die and how he felt since Sirius´ death, but he didn´t know where to start telling. Sirius had been the most important person in Harry´s life next to his friends. He was some kind of father and brother, but now he was gone. Harry felt very lonely as though a part of himself had died with Sirius. He had lost his godfather, the only person he could talk to about anything. Even though he saw Sirius die, Harry refused to believe that he was gone forever.
After a moment lost in thoughts, Harry considered it would be better not to write Ron and Hermione about his feelings and the things he wanted to tell them. So he wrote only very short letters and after sending Hedwig off with them, went outside to enjoy the warm summerday.
Harry was walking through the streets of Little Whinging just as he had done last year. But he was careful not to go too far away from Privet Drive, because he remembered very well how the Dementors suddenly appeared and he had to fight them. He had nearly been expelled from Hogwarts because he used magic in front of his cousin Dudley who was a muggle.
Harry thought it might be possible too, that Lord Voldemort had called the Dementors to his help, now that the whole world knew he was back. Some years ago, these hooked creature with no face but only a mouth, used to protect Azkaban, the Wizard Prison.
Harry longed to have news from Ron or Hermione about what was going on in the Wizarding world, because he didn´t get much information out of the Daily Prophet. But Harry thought his friends might not want him to disturb them in their holidays. They didn´t see pictures inside their heads of Sirius murdered by Bellatrix Lestrange and they didn´t wake up in the middle of the night with a scar burning like fire on their foreheads.
Apart from his sadness and desperation, he thought that at least tomorrow could be more cheerful. Tomorrow was Harry´s sixteenth birthday. He didn´t know why, but he thought this birthday was a very special one. He wasn´t even sure why he thought it, the special feeling was present inside his mind.
After half an hour wandering through the streets, Harry decided to return to Privet Drive and take a shower, because the summer air was very hot and he was all sweaty. In his room, he saw Hedwig´s empty cage and wondered where she may have gone.
After a dreamless night, the first one this week, a soft hooting made Harry wake up and he saw Hedwig sitting on the top of her cage, looking very proud. Then he saw them: three small packages were lying on his desk, waiting to be opened.
The first one was from Hermione and contained a book labelled "Hogwarts: A History". How often Hermione had blamed him about not having read this book, and now he could do it. The second present was from Ron and contained the book : "Quidditch teams from all over the world". The third and last one contained a nice black travelling cloak and Harry wondered who sent it. He found a small piece of parchment on which was written : from Moony, Nymphadora and Mad. Harry knew immediateley that this present came from the Headquarters of the Phoenix. The names on the Parchment were Pseudonymes, to keep the origine of this present secret. But Harry knew the three people very well. Moony was Remus Lupin, Ex Defence against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts and once a month he turned into a werewolf. Nymphadora was Tonks name, but she didn´t like it and everybody called her Tonks. Mad must be Mad-Eye or Alastor Moody, an Ex-Auror and teacher at Hogwarts for only one year.
Harry was glad about his presents but again a slight disappointment filled his heart. There were no written notes, only "best wishes" or "happy birthday". They didn´t add any information or plan to get him away from the Dursleys. He felt very miserable and thought nobody would care for him anymore.
Harry lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering what his worst enemy Voldemort, was up to. Harry hadn´t had any visions or dreams in relation with Vorldemort since the night at the Ministry of Magic, in the Department of Mysteries. Lost in thoughts, Harry quickly fell asleep.