It was early evening in Privet Drive and the boy called Harry Potter was staring out the window in his small bedroom when he heard the loud, screeching sound of his Aunt Petunia complaining about the loud, screeching sound his owl Hedwig was making.
"It's abnormal! It's a menace! Get that filthy bird back in its cage, this instant!"
Harry frowned, "Sorry, Aunt; but she needs to get some exercise. Can't I please let her stay out? She'll be really quiet."
Harry really wanted Hedwig to send a letter to Ron, asking how his friend in the Order, Tonks, was recovering. She had been badly injured by Death Eaters a couple of weeks ago. Also, he needed to tell Ron that he was able to come over to his house. Harry wasn't going to let Petunia know. Petunia hated the concept of Owl Post, and if Uncle Vernon found out, Harry might have found himself in a huge fight.. Petunia's eyes narrowed, and her thin lips pursed together in a way which was never a good sign.
"You just need that fleabag owl to send letters to your…your…those abnormal people at that school of yours." Harry raised a questioning eyebrow.
"You mean my friends at Hogwarts?"
Petunia flared up. Her eyes popped slightly, and she shrieked out her beefy husband's name, still staring at Harry, as though he were a criminal. Uncle Vernon came thundering up the stairs. Petunia visibly shuddered and explained to Vernon how Harry was trying to send letters, and how rude he was to her. Vernon roared at Harry,
"Well, boy, what's this I hear about you trying to send correspondence to those freaks you associate with?"
Harry saw the hate in his aunt and uncle's eyes, and quickly decided to use that to his advantage. "I'm sorry, aunt and uncle, but I was only trying to send a letter to Ron, telling him I can leave tomorrow."
Vernon and Petunia didn't know if they should be angry because of Harry's disobedience and ungratefulness; or hopping for joy because he was leaving. They tried for a sound medium: stern indifference.
"Oh. I see," said Vernon, as Petunia walked out of the room to attend to Dudley. "You're leaving tomorrow?"
Harry smiled. "Yes, sir. They'll be arriving at 1:30 p.m. by Floo Pow- uh, I mean, the way they did two years ago. No problems this time, though: I'll make sure everything's right."
Vernon frowned deeply.
"Fine. The sooner you're out of here the better. But don't leave us with a mess in the fireplace, don't let anyone hurt Dudley, and most of all…NO FUNNY BUSINESS!!!!!!"
With that, Vernon stomped out of the room, grumbling about human decencies, Harry, freaks, Harry, Hedwig, Harry, the Weasleys and Harry again.
Harry picked up his quill dipped it in some ink and resumed writing. It said:
Dear Ron,
Thanks again for inviting me to stay at your house. I can't wait to join you! If you could pick me up at around 1:30 p.m. tomorrow, it'd be great. Thanks!
Do you know how Tonks is? I hope we can see her.
P.S. have you read the Daily Prophet? Scary stuff, huh? Poor old Tom the innkeeper, killed by You-Know-Who. It's so sad.
~Harry.
Harry tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and threw her out into the night. He said, "take this to Ron. After that, please stay at the Burrow, and I'll be there tomorrow. Bye!"
Hedwig hooted goodbye and flew off, and Harry lay down to sleep. Little did he know, he was about to have a very odd dream.
Harry was floating! He was in a huge, white, completely spherical room. There was a figure sitting in the middle, holding a scrying crystal, (a crystal ball used in divination) and had a mysterious aura around themself. Harry swooped in for a closer look, and saw that the figure was a girl around his age. She looked vaguely familiar, but her face was covered with a hood. She wore white robes with a funny symbol on the front pocket Harry couldn't make out. She appeared to be concentrating very hard on something, gazing into her crystal. Suddenly, she gasped, like she had found something she was looking for. Harry heard a scared, adult female voice saying, "No- no, anything but that!" and then a scream.
Harry looked at the girl sitting on the circular floor, whose crystal had turned a bright, frightening, luminescent green. She started breathing heavily, gasping for air, and clapped a hand to her face with a strangled cry.
Then, she said something. Harry was listening when he realised with a jolt that her lips had not moved. She was still again, but it was as if she was still talking to someone. It sounded like she was thinking it.
England…arrived in England…he's killing people. Harry's in trouble.
Do you hear me, Harry? Beware, it's not safe! Sir? Sir! Come quick! Please…I have news…
Her words were echoing around the spherical room. She dropped the crystal and fainted. Harry's scar began to throb. The room became dark and disappeared. The girl's voice grew softer in Harry's head. He wanted to stay here, to hear more, but his scar was burning horribly. He just let himself drift back to reality.
When he awoke he had broken out in a sweat and let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. He had to tell Ron, first opportunity he got.
A/N
Hmmmmm I know, I've changed the whole story to accommodate the REAL OotP.
Plz respond with changes, or if you're reading this for the first time!!!