Okay, just so you know, Harry Potter is not my creation (sadly…).
They are J.K Rowlings wonderful creations.
Please R+R if you have time after reading ^^
Have a good day and God bless ^^
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What Will Come, Will Come
Chapter One - Feelings
'What would come, would come…and he would have to meet it when it did…'
Those words had stayed with Harry Potter all over the summer, up until the day he was going to the Weasley's to stay for the last week.
You could not call Harry Potter an ordinary fifteen-year-old boy, as he was not.
Harry Potter was a wizard, and over the previous term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it had not been the most pleasant of times for him or anybody else at the school. A new found friend had died, and The Dark Lord Voldemort had returned to power.
All of a sudden, Harry's thought's were rudely interrupted by Ron Weasley's pet owl, Pigwidgeon, pecking him.
"Huh?" Harry said lazily.
"I've been trying to get you to take any notice of me for the last five minutes, Harry. What were you thinking about so hard that even Crookshanks couldn't wake you up?" Ron asked, slumping in a chair next to Harry, watching the rain pour down outside.
"Nothin' much…"Harry answered placing Pigwidgeon in his cage.
"Yeah, right, mate…" Ron said sarcastically, ramming owl treats through the bars of Pigwidgeon's cage.
"Oh, Ron! I wish that you would respect what Harry says and trust him about it, with none of that sarcasm!"
Ginny Weasley had entered the room. And, like always, was sticking up for Harry when he didn't really need it.
"Thanks, Ginny, but I can handle this by myself…Maybe I should be a bit more open…" Harry mumbled, standing up. "Maybe I should…"
"Harry, I didn't mean anything by it!" Ron exclaimed, following him up the crooked staircase.
"Well done Ron!" Ginny said sarcastically.
"Ron glared down at her, then quickly hurried up the stairs.
They are J.K Rowlings wonderful creations.
Please R+R if you have time after reading ^^
Have a good day and God bless ^^
x-Reef-x
What Will Come, Will Come
Chapter One - Feelings
'What would come, would come…and he would have to meet it when it did…'
Those words had stayed with Harry Potter all over the summer, up until the day he was going to the Weasley's to stay for the last week.
You could not call Harry Potter an ordinary fifteen-year-old boy, as he was not.
Harry Potter was a wizard, and over the previous term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it had not been the most pleasant of times for him or anybody else at the school. A new found friend had died, and The Dark Lord Voldemort had returned to power.
All of a sudden, Harry's thought's were rudely interrupted by Ron Weasley's pet owl, Pigwidgeon, pecking him.
"Huh?" Harry said lazily.
"I've been trying to get you to take any notice of me for the last five minutes, Harry. What were you thinking about so hard that even Crookshanks couldn't wake you up?" Ron asked, slumping in a chair next to Harry, watching the rain pour down outside.
"Nothin' much…"Harry answered placing Pigwidgeon in his cage.
"Yeah, right, mate…" Ron said sarcastically, ramming owl treats through the bars of Pigwidgeon's cage.
"Oh, Ron! I wish that you would respect what Harry says and trust him about it, with none of that sarcasm!"
Ginny Weasley had entered the room. And, like always, was sticking up for Harry when he didn't really need it.
"Thanks, Ginny, but I can handle this by myself…Maybe I should be a bit more open…" Harry mumbled, standing up. "Maybe I should…"
"Harry, I didn't mean anything by it!" Ron exclaimed, following him up the crooked staircase.
"Well done Ron!" Ginny said sarcastically.
"Ron glared down at her, then quickly hurried up the stairs.