Harry Potter and the Founders' Home
A/N: hey guys, I'm writing this story now, my others are on a kind of leave cuz to be honest, i dont kno where to go with them. later on i will be using two ideas from one of my favorite authers, potter8668. i want to thank you for leting me use them. untill later, enjoy my chapter.
Harry Potter and the Founders' Home
By: Princess Angel 31
"Tibby! Stop acting like you're five and get back here!" Ronald Weasley shouted at me as I through all my things in my school trunk a month and a week earlier then necessary. I was leaving. I couldn't take it anymore. He treated me like I was five; I didn't even know him when I was five.
"No Ronald, you stop treating me like I'm a bloody five year old! I am seventeen! Now if you don't want me to hex you into the next century, you will leave me alone! I'm leaving! Get used to it!" I screeched at him. I grabbed my new school books that I insisted on getting the second we got home. Tossing them into the full trunk I turned back to Ron. "Get out."
"No, I don't have to! And you are not leaving! You can't, you have nowhere to go!" He yelled.
"Yes, I do! It's called, I talked to McGonagall! By the way, here's yours and Ginny's letters, and don't piss me off at school, 'cause it will be a helluva lot more then your body at stake. I'm Head Girl. I won't go easy on you because you are in my house." I turned back to my slightly over full trunk and flipped the lid. I pulled out my wand and with a quick "Reducio!" and the trunk was small enough to fit in my pocket.
"Mum won't let you go." Ron said still not believing that I am going.
"Your mum knows that I'm going, and she's glad I am." I smirked at his confused look. "Bye."
Turning on spot, I disaperated to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Ah, miss Allen, glad you could come. Though I was under the impression that you were flooing." Professor Mcgonagall said to me when I arrived in the familiar pub.
"Hello Professor, yes I was, but a certain red head seventh year wouldn't get out of my way so I had to aperate. Shall we?" I asked not very comfortable standing around.
"Of course! Hold tight." She said holding out her arm. I knew at once that we were side-along aperating. I grabbed her arm and she turned on the spot.
"Ick, I hate aperating that much." I said releasing her arm.
"My apologies, but this is a muggle neighbourhood so we could not floo. Alright, take these letters to number four Private drive, this one is for Harry, and this one is for Petunia. They will explain your arrival and such. I shall see you September first. Good day." And with that she disappeared with a loud crack.
I sighed, this will be bad.
I walked to the end of the ally I was in and looked out at the houses, they all looked the same. Shuttering I walked out to find one mister Harry James Potter. Glancing around, I saw a flash of jet black hair go into one of the houses near the end.
Racing down the street I saw that it was the house I was looking for. I speed-walked up to the house and knocked on the door. I heard stomping around the house and the door slowly squeaked open.
A woman with short brown hair answered, "Dursley residence."
I didn't say a word just handed her the letter addressed to her. She looked at me quizzically then opened and read the letter. Her face paled and motioned for me to follow her inside.
"I am saying this once and once only, he left, he's not here, and he's gone forever! So you can leave." Petunia said with the happiest face I had ever seen.
"You disgust me." I told her and disapperated.
I appeared on the back porch of number twelve Grimauld place. Knocking on the door hoping an Order member was there to let me in. I stood there when it hit me, this was Harry's house, and he would come here!
"Harry! I know you can here me! I need to talk to you! Please! I have no where to go! Come on, open up!" needless to say, he didn't open the door. Turning around I leaned on the door and sunk down to the floor.
I don't know how long I was there but I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know my eyes are flying open and Harry is talking to me. "Tibby, wake up, go home."
"Can't, I don't have one." I told him, reaching into the pocket of my sweater I pulled out his letter. "Here, this will explain better then I can."
He looked at me, then at the letter, then back at me. "Take it, it won't hurt you!" I said shoving it into his hand.
"Wha…?" Harry started.
"Just read the goddamn letter!" I said getting annoyed that he wasn't listening to me. Sighing, Harry opened the letter. His facial expressions changed every few seconds as he read.
"Damn." Was all he said for a full five minutes. "Why'd you come here?"
"At first, because I thought that maybe an Order member would let me in. Then I remembered that it was your house, and you would probably come here so I stuck around. I guess I fell asleep." I explained, "Fighting with Ronald is egsausting enough with out apperating three times in an hour." I saw you at your aunts house when I got to the street, but you were gone when I got to the place."
"Oh, I was, uh, out?" he said.
"Can we say 'Duh'?" I asked, "I figured that out."
"You can stay, as long as you keep a secret for me." He said.
"Alright, what secret?" I asked.
"Not here, inside."
Harry led me inside, and my whole life changed.
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