Okay, so this is my first attempt at a HP FF in a really long time. I'll take flames. I'm that strong.
Disclaimer: I take no credit for these ideas. They belong to J.K. Rowling and her publisher.
Harry and his Uncle walked toward the car. Sat and drove back home. Harry thought, "This is just great. Another summer at stupid Privet drive, lonlier than ever". Tears ran down his cheek. He thought, "If only. If I only I was smart enough to know that Voldemort was toying with my mind. If only I listened to Hermione's advice in the first place. If only that damn elf told the truth. If only I opened the gift that he gave me..."
They finally arrived to the house. Only it seemed different. Instead of the neat lawn that use to be in front of Number four Privet Drive, Harry noticed it's untammedness. He entered the house, ready to set his stuff down on the floor, but it was already covered with filth from months of neglect. He searched around to see if Dudley was in the living room or if his Aunt was in the kitchen. Harry saw Dudley and his friends sitting around the t.v. playing the newest Nintendo game. However, he didn't see his Aunt. He asked his uncle, "Hey, where's my Aunt?". Uncle Vernon quickly turned red and his eyes started tearing up. He barked, "Don't ask any question..go straight to your room! Don't you have summer reading to be starting?!". Harry muttered under his breath no, and went into his room.
The room was the same as he left it in August. All of his stuff untouched and scattered everywhere. He went on top of his bed, and tried to rest his eyes. However, he could not help but think where his Aunt would be. Afterall, Dumbledore did tell him, that she basically was the reason of him being alive. Harry never truly apprieciated his Aunt for what she has done. Afterall, she did take him in even though her husband probably thought he was worst than a lepard. Harry thought maybe Aunt Petunia is at the market, or something. Harry still deep in thought, was thinking about why Uncle Vernon turned all teary-eyed, it reminded him of Cho, and snicked. "A big fat purple man crying, what a joke. He hasn't been through much. What a ---", he thought. But why would he cry, what happened while he was at Hogswarts?
It was supper time already, and Uncle Vernon called Harry downstairs for dinner. Harry took his usual seat in the crummy old chair and looked at his plate, microwaved pizza dinner. Harry then looked up and noticed that only Dudley and his Uncle were sitting down and eating. It has been more than a couple of hours and he still hasn't seen his Aunt. He then tried one more time, "Uncle Vernon?". "What boy! Don't bother me when I'm eating!" "Why aren't we waiting for Aunt Petunia for dinner?". Dudley started wailing and ran into his room as fast as his pork-chop legs could carry him. "Well, uh Harry. Something happened to your Aunt during uh your schooling".. "Oh, so where is she?", Harry asked. "Your aunt, well, she got killed in a car accident this past March."
Harry's jaw dropped. What this couldn't be happening to him! Uncle Vernon told Harry, "Close your mouth, you still have food in it".
----To be continued.
Disclaimer: I take no credit for these ideas. They belong to J.K. Rowling and her publisher.
Harry and his Uncle walked toward the car. Sat and drove back home. Harry thought, "This is just great. Another summer at stupid Privet drive, lonlier than ever". Tears ran down his cheek. He thought, "If only. If I only I was smart enough to know that Voldemort was toying with my mind. If only I listened to Hermione's advice in the first place. If only that damn elf told the truth. If only I opened the gift that he gave me..."
They finally arrived to the house. Only it seemed different. Instead of the neat lawn that use to be in front of Number four Privet Drive, Harry noticed it's untammedness. He entered the house, ready to set his stuff down on the floor, but it was already covered with filth from months of neglect. He searched around to see if Dudley was in the living room or if his Aunt was in the kitchen. Harry saw Dudley and his friends sitting around the t.v. playing the newest Nintendo game. However, he didn't see his Aunt. He asked his uncle, "Hey, where's my Aunt?". Uncle Vernon quickly turned red and his eyes started tearing up. He barked, "Don't ask any question..go straight to your room! Don't you have summer reading to be starting?!". Harry muttered under his breath no, and went into his room.
The room was the same as he left it in August. All of his stuff untouched and scattered everywhere. He went on top of his bed, and tried to rest his eyes. However, he could not help but think where his Aunt would be. Afterall, Dumbledore did tell him, that she basically was the reason of him being alive. Harry never truly apprieciated his Aunt for what she has done. Afterall, she did take him in even though her husband probably thought he was worst than a lepard. Harry thought maybe Aunt Petunia is at the market, or something. Harry still deep in thought, was thinking about why Uncle Vernon turned all teary-eyed, it reminded him of Cho, and snicked. "A big fat purple man crying, what a joke. He hasn't been through much. What a ---", he thought. But why would he cry, what happened while he was at Hogswarts?
It was supper time already, and Uncle Vernon called Harry downstairs for dinner. Harry took his usual seat in the crummy old chair and looked at his plate, microwaved pizza dinner. Harry then looked up and noticed that only Dudley and his Uncle were sitting down and eating. It has been more than a couple of hours and he still hasn't seen his Aunt. He then tried one more time, "Uncle Vernon?". "What boy! Don't bother me when I'm eating!" "Why aren't we waiting for Aunt Petunia for dinner?". Dudley started wailing and ran into his room as fast as his pork-chop legs could carry him. "Well, uh Harry. Something happened to your Aunt during uh your schooling".. "Oh, so where is she?", Harry asked. "Your aunt, well, she got killed in a car accident this past March."
Harry's jaw dropped. What this couldn't be happening to him! Uncle Vernon told Harry, "Close your mouth, you still have food in it".
----To be continued.