Influenced.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anyone else who coincidentally appears in this story, but I really wish I owned Snape, I bet he's only putting on an act, and is really lovely inside.
Chapter 1: Family Life
Now in his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry Potter was getting tired of his regular meetings with Voldemort, the most evil wizard who had ever set foot on this Earth. At this moment though, he was 'safe' at his aunt and uncles house; well, as safe as you can be with Uncle Vernon prowling round and Aunt Petunia nosily peering accusingly at her neighbours.
Harry had only a couple of days until he could travel back to school on the Hogwarts express, and be truly 'home'. But, one thing was bothering him, he had just woken up from one of the strangest dreams he had ever had. His scar was not burning, and he couldn't be totally sure whether Voldemort was there or not, but he was quite sure there was someone evil around.
But like all dreams, once again, the facts were fading away. As much as the dream made him curious, he was not going to worry about a little nightmare. He was fifteen years old! Harry decided that Sirius and Dumbledore were probably too busy to listen to the problems of a teenager...
On the bedside table, the alarm clock told him that it was almost breakfast time, so he pulled on some clothes and made his way down the kitchen, where Dudley was eagerly awaiting bacon and eggs. His cousin's diet had failed. Harry could honestly say he was not surprised, as Dudley was no longer the size of a young killer whale, but an adult one.
"What happened to your diet?" Harry asked, unable to keep a straight face, as he watched Dudley fishing for a quick and witty answer.
"Dad says I'm a growing boy, and I don't need rabbit food. I don't want to end up looking like you. Right Dad?" He sneered through his tiny piggy eyes.
"Right." Roared Vernon.
"Aww, that's my little Diddums!" Said Petunia, shovelling several portions of bacon on Dudley's plate, and selecting the smallest slither for Harry.
Harry, deciding that he didn't want to hear anymore of Petunias flowery talk, gulped down his pitiful breakfast and made his way back up to his room.
The dream, however, was not the only worry of Harry's at the moment. It had been his birthday several days before, and he had received a card, present and a cake from each Hagrid and Ron, and a card from Sirius, but nothing from Hermione. Thinking about this, he didn't even notice Hedwig fly down from the window with a note attached to her leg. He tore it off, thinking it was something from Hermione, and Hedwig flew off in a huff, obviously mad at his lack of attention. Nevertheless, he recognised Rons untidy lettering and reluctantly read the message.
Dear Harry,
I wondered if you would like to come with us to Diagon Alley on Tuesday to shop for our new school equipment. I have tried to contact Hermione (I even tried to use the feletone!)
'Hmph, thought Harry, will he ever get it right?'
But so far there has been no reply. Have you been in contact with her? I hope she is all right. Well, if the muggles let you, can I arrive around twelve?Write soon, Ron.
Getting a quill and ink, Harry hurriedly wrote a quick note;
Ron, I haven't heard anything from Hermione either. Maybe we should try phoning again? She probably is all right. I'll meet you at twelve. See you then. Harry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anyone else who coincidentally appears in this story, but I really wish I owned Snape, I bet he's only putting on an act, and is really lovely inside.
Chapter 1: Family Life
Now in his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry Potter was getting tired of his regular meetings with Voldemort, the most evil wizard who had ever set foot on this Earth. At this moment though, he was 'safe' at his aunt and uncles house; well, as safe as you can be with Uncle Vernon prowling round and Aunt Petunia nosily peering accusingly at her neighbours.
Harry had only a couple of days until he could travel back to school on the Hogwarts express, and be truly 'home'. But, one thing was bothering him, he had just woken up from one of the strangest dreams he had ever had. His scar was not burning, and he couldn't be totally sure whether Voldemort was there or not, but he was quite sure there was someone evil around.
But like all dreams, once again, the facts were fading away. As much as the dream made him curious, he was not going to worry about a little nightmare. He was fifteen years old! Harry decided that Sirius and Dumbledore were probably too busy to listen to the problems of a teenager...
On the bedside table, the alarm clock told him that it was almost breakfast time, so he pulled on some clothes and made his way down the kitchen, where Dudley was eagerly awaiting bacon and eggs. His cousin's diet had failed. Harry could honestly say he was not surprised, as Dudley was no longer the size of a young killer whale, but an adult one.
"What happened to your diet?" Harry asked, unable to keep a straight face, as he watched Dudley fishing for a quick and witty answer.
"Dad says I'm a growing boy, and I don't need rabbit food. I don't want to end up looking like you. Right Dad?" He sneered through his tiny piggy eyes.
"Right." Roared Vernon.
"Aww, that's my little Diddums!" Said Petunia, shovelling several portions of bacon on Dudley's plate, and selecting the smallest slither for Harry.
Harry, deciding that he didn't want to hear anymore of Petunias flowery talk, gulped down his pitiful breakfast and made his way back up to his room.
The dream, however, was not the only worry of Harry's at the moment. It had been his birthday several days before, and he had received a card, present and a cake from each Hagrid and Ron, and a card from Sirius, but nothing from Hermione. Thinking about this, he didn't even notice Hedwig fly down from the window with a note attached to her leg. He tore it off, thinking it was something from Hermione, and Hedwig flew off in a huff, obviously mad at his lack of attention. Nevertheless, he recognised Rons untidy lettering and reluctantly read the message.
Dear Harry,
I wondered if you would like to come with us to Diagon Alley on Tuesday to shop for our new school equipment. I have tried to contact Hermione (I even tried to use the feletone!)
'Hmph, thought Harry, will he ever get it right?'
But so far there has been no reply. Have you been in contact with her? I hope she is all right. Well, if the muggles let you, can I arrive around twelve?Write soon, Ron.
Getting a quill and ink, Harry hurriedly wrote a quick note;
Ron, I haven't heard anything from Hermione either. Maybe we should try phoning again? She probably is all right. I'll meet you at twelve. See you then. Harry.