Hi! This is my first fic and please don't blame me for it not being good! Anyway, please review and I might not update for a while sometimes because of all the homework. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* "Get up, you mongrel!" screamed Uncle Vernon at the door of 15 year old Harry Potter's room. "Didn't Professor Moody tell you to be nice at me?" Harry said. Uncle Vernon's face turned an angry shade of red looked like he couldn't say anything. "Yeah, well, uh, um, just get out of bed!" he said. Harry looked satisfied and dressed quickly for breakfast. He met old Dudley and smiled mischievously. Dudley looked scared and smiled weakly at him, too. It was already the end of his 5th year at Hogwarts and Dudley had come to be afraid of him because of the little incident exactly a year ago. Even though it satisfies Harry that there weren't being like morons, it was still sort of sad to see that they were only being nice so they don't get turned into frogs and get squashed by Moody, Harry's old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. "So, what do we have?" asked a hungry Dudley. Aunt Petunia smiled at her "little baby" and replied, "Bacon and eggs, sweetie!" Dudley licked his fat chops and waited for his plate to come to him and the food in his big fat belly. Aunt Petunia also gave Harry, but didn't really smile. He got a bit less than Dudley mainly because Dudley can eat a whole lot. Harry considered writing a letter to Ron Weasley, his best friend, to ask if he can stay for the summer. The Dudleys may have been nicer, but he still can't stand being with him. He also wants some update on the New Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher from Mr. Weasley, who worked in the Ministry of Magic. After eating and washing his dishes, he went up to his small room and gently stroked Hedwig, his trusty owl, who could find anyone in a snap. Harry considered writing to Sirius, but suddenly it hit him, Sirius was dead. Just the thought of that made Harry cry silently for his beloved godfather, the only person that he loved left, besides his dead mother's sister, Aunt Petunia, whom he disliked very much. He tried to push these thoughts out of his mind, but they just won't go away. "Should I write to Ron and asking if I can stay for the summer? I mean, the Dursleys would love me to leave anyways. But maybe I can't because the Order of the Phoenix'll think it's too dangerous," Harry said to Hedwig. In the end, Harry did write to Ron for permission. He walked slowly downstairs and saw the Dursleys sitting on the couch, watching TV. "Um, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, I wrote to Ron to see if I could go over to his place. Just expect me to be gone in about a week or so." The Dursleys looked extremely happy to hear that and just nodded. Harry went back upstairs and wrote yet another letter to Professor Lupin to tell him that he wanted to go to Ron's place. Harry had to wait for Hedwig because she was still out giving his letter to Ron. Walking down again, Harry went out and walked to the small park, swinging on the only swing. He thought about stuff and didn't realize that it was almost time for lunch. Walking back to the house, Harry heard an important news report that the Dursleys were watching. ". and that's another strange death of 45 year old, Tom Wakkingburg. He died a very strange death indeed. Let's talk to the doctors about this." "Well, Arthur Buz, the patient died a very long death. A woman found him writhing in agony uncontrollably. We tried curing him, but it was no use at all. All he was doing was screaming in pain and yelling for people to help him. He said that he saw red eyes; horrible sinister red eyes that look like it can suck out your soul. He said that this person had took out a stick and pointed at him saying something like, 'crucio' or something like that." Before the doctor can finish, Harry sprinted up the stairs in full speed and locked the door to his room. "Voldemort using the Cruciatus Curse on a Muggle named Tom Wakkingburg? I thought that he wanted to stay undercover?" Harry thought and thought. "Of course! Since the whole magic world already knows about Voldemort coming back alive, then he must have started trying to conquer this world!" exclaimed Harry. Suddenly, Harry's scar burned uncontrollably and he screamed, finally fainting into a deep sleep. "Wha-where am I?" Harry found himself in a dark, dark room tied to a chair. He saw men in black cloaks swarming around him, laughing sinisterly. Then, a very tall figure appeared with menacing red eyes. All the Deatheaters bowed down. "Harry Potter, my long lived arch nemesis. Now, you will die in my grasps! Crucio!" Harry screamed and screamed in agony, only hearing Lord Voldemort's voice, saying, "Harry, Harry, Harry." Harry woke up to cries from behind the locked door. He found himself in his room. Thank God! It was all a dream! Another knock and yell arose and he unlocked the door. Uncle Vernon was looking frustrated and said, " I've been yelling for the past 5 minutes for you to come down! Lunch is ready!" and stormed down the stairs. Harry sighed with relief and went down to enjoy his lunch and afternoon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* I know that was sorta boring, but I had to write all the details! I hope you enjoyed it so far and please review! Also, read Slytherin Girl's I Wont Walk Away story, it's awesome!
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