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A/N: sorry about the mix up .. I hope someone likes it.. please review
Chapter1: Confusion
Brandy Grant opened her window to let the barn owl enter. She released it of its burden, thanking it. It stayed instead of leaving but she put that aside and studied the letter in her hand. After reading who it was for and the address, she knew that there must be some kind of mistake. It was addressed to Brandy Zomba, Room in the Attic, 13 Derby Bowen, Darwin, Australia. It was her address, that was for sure, but it wasn't really her name.
"Weird, my address, my first name, but the Zomba's not mine. So who's Brandy Zomba and why was her letter sent here. Brandy Zomba? . . . It's not me that's for sure.
She gives the letter back to the owl along with another one.
Dear um. Whoever you are,
The address on this letter is wrong because there is no Brandy Zomba who lives here, only a Brandy Grant. You may want to get in touch with your Ministry of Magic; they should be able to help you find your Brandy Zomba.
Sincerely Yours,
Brandy Grant
P.S. Don't worry; since the contents of this letter aren't for me I never opened it.
Brandy watched the owl leave the same way it came, thinking to herself.
"Wow that was different, oh well. Can't worry bout that, gotta party to see to."
Leaving her attic, she gives a second look to where the owl disappeared, wondering what happened.
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"HARRY POTTER, GET DOWN HERE AT ONCE!!" bellowed Vernon.
"What now?!"
"What are those things doing on the table? You know that your school things are suppose to be out of sight."
"I was doing my homework, and I guess I forgot them. Sorry."
"You're sorry. Petunia, you hear that? The boy's sorry. Well that's not good enough; anyone could've come in and seen them. If you don't watch it, you won't be returning to that school of yours. If I see one more thing, just one, you can kiss that cozy little room of yours and that school good- bye!!"
"What are you going to do, lock me up in the cupboard again? That'll be funnie."
"That's exactly where you belong!" yelled Petunia.
"Watch your attitude, boy!"
"So is that what you really think?" he replied to Petunia looking right into her eyes that were usually narrow little eyes but were not, they were wide in surprise and anger, with a large hint of disgust.
"Of course, where else would you belong?"
"What did I tell you about what you say?!"
"Absolutely nothing, you just told me to watch my attitude. And Aunt Petunia, I don't think that my Godfather would agree with you or even approve of it, with me being his only Godson and all."
Petunia turned white as she stormed out of the room in a hurry, with Vernon following after her shooting a look at Harry, which he knew, was meant to 'scare' him to good behavior.
Harry sat down looking over his homework and then decided to move to his room with his things. He got up gathered his things and started up the stairs. He stopped halfway when he heard his uncle's voice.
"Don't worry Petunia, Harry has been getting really defensive a lot this summer, and talking back when normally he would've just walked away. And his Godfather has never made an appearance. So he is just trying to get to you, don't let it worry you or get you upset. I myself think the story about his Godfather is all a lie. There is something about him this summer that makes me think that there is something different about the summer itself that were not seeing."
"Your right Vernon, I shouldn't let it get to me."
Harry's anger grew inside and he knew he had to get away before he exploded losing his control over the magic from within. Well at least uncle Vernon had got something right, this summer was not normal, it was nothing like the summers before, this summer was very different. He was always on the look out for the tiniest hint that would tell him that the waiting for the first move by Voldermort has been made. Sure there has been a few deaths but they were people who were very ill to begin with or elderly people, which will never be new. So he wasn't worried about them, sure it could've been Voldermort, but that was a small chance. Really why would Voldermort pay any attention to them, least of all kill the dying? What pleasure would the Dark Lord get from that? But so far there was nothing for him to really worry about, which increased the fear of what Voldermort, might be planning to an all-new high everyday. Well maybe tomorrow. . .
A/N: sorry about the mix up .. I hope someone likes it.. please review
Chapter1: Confusion
Brandy Grant opened her window to let the barn owl enter. She released it of its burden, thanking it. It stayed instead of leaving but she put that aside and studied the letter in her hand. After reading who it was for and the address, she knew that there must be some kind of mistake. It was addressed to Brandy Zomba, Room in the Attic, 13 Derby Bowen, Darwin, Australia. It was her address, that was for sure, but it wasn't really her name.
"Weird, my address, my first name, but the Zomba's not mine. So who's Brandy Zomba and why was her letter sent here. Brandy Zomba? . . . It's not me that's for sure.
She gives the letter back to the owl along with another one.
Dear um. Whoever you are,
The address on this letter is wrong because there is no Brandy Zomba who lives here, only a Brandy Grant. You may want to get in touch with your Ministry of Magic; they should be able to help you find your Brandy Zomba.
Sincerely Yours,
Brandy Grant
P.S. Don't worry; since the contents of this letter aren't for me I never opened it.
Brandy watched the owl leave the same way it came, thinking to herself.
"Wow that was different, oh well. Can't worry bout that, gotta party to see to."
Leaving her attic, she gives a second look to where the owl disappeared, wondering what happened.
************
"HARRY POTTER, GET DOWN HERE AT ONCE!!" bellowed Vernon.
"What now?!"
"What are those things doing on the table? You know that your school things are suppose to be out of sight."
"I was doing my homework, and I guess I forgot them. Sorry."
"You're sorry. Petunia, you hear that? The boy's sorry. Well that's not good enough; anyone could've come in and seen them. If you don't watch it, you won't be returning to that school of yours. If I see one more thing, just one, you can kiss that cozy little room of yours and that school good- bye!!"
"What are you going to do, lock me up in the cupboard again? That'll be funnie."
"That's exactly where you belong!" yelled Petunia.
"Watch your attitude, boy!"
"So is that what you really think?" he replied to Petunia looking right into her eyes that were usually narrow little eyes but were not, they were wide in surprise and anger, with a large hint of disgust.
"Of course, where else would you belong?"
"What did I tell you about what you say?!"
"Absolutely nothing, you just told me to watch my attitude. And Aunt Petunia, I don't think that my Godfather would agree with you or even approve of it, with me being his only Godson and all."
Petunia turned white as she stormed out of the room in a hurry, with Vernon following after her shooting a look at Harry, which he knew, was meant to 'scare' him to good behavior.
Harry sat down looking over his homework and then decided to move to his room with his things. He got up gathered his things and started up the stairs. He stopped halfway when he heard his uncle's voice.
"Don't worry Petunia, Harry has been getting really defensive a lot this summer, and talking back when normally he would've just walked away. And his Godfather has never made an appearance. So he is just trying to get to you, don't let it worry you or get you upset. I myself think the story about his Godfather is all a lie. There is something about him this summer that makes me think that there is something different about the summer itself that were not seeing."
"Your right Vernon, I shouldn't let it get to me."
Harry's anger grew inside and he knew he had to get away before he exploded losing his control over the magic from within. Well at least uncle Vernon had got something right, this summer was not normal, it was nothing like the summers before, this summer was very different. He was always on the look out for the tiniest hint that would tell him that the waiting for the first move by Voldermort has been made. Sure there has been a few deaths but they were people who were very ill to begin with or elderly people, which will never be new. So he wasn't worried about them, sure it could've been Voldermort, but that was a small chance. Really why would Voldermort pay any attention to them, least of all kill the dying? What pleasure would the Dark Lord get from that? But so far there was nothing for him to really worry about, which increased the fear of what Voldermort, might be planning to an all-new high everyday. Well maybe tomorrow. . .