This is what would be the sixth book where Harry finally grows up. My first attempt at a Harry Potter spin off so please be gentle.
Harry Potter and the new life
Harry was in a foul disgusting mood but really to his mind that was quiet understandable. It was only almost a week into the holidays and Harry hadn't really left his room from the moment he got back, after saying good bye to what he sometimes felt were random people in the station. They were not just random people, they were some of the few people left in the world that cared about Harry.
His uncle Vernon had drove him home with a pained expression on his face and his aunt petunia and there son Dudley had a very frightened air about them. You could cut the air between them and Harry with a knife and it was even clearer to Harry now that he did not belong in the household. He was grateful in a way that Lupin and Moody had threatened his uncle to be nice to him as it did show that at least they cared him, but it had hardly helped matters much.
Harry who had nothing really to do was trying to force himself to worry about his OWL results just to keep his mind off everything. It wasn't really working, as Harry didn't seem to care if he passed or failed them and nothing could cover the empty hole inside of him that once had been filled by his godfather Sirius. Harry was feeling guilty for letting him die, guilty for not working harder at his occulameraty lessons with Snape. But there was a part of Harry that had now moved on to missing him rather than been angry for him dieing. Harry felt let down by the world because he had no one left to be his own family. His parents had died when he was only a baby and then when he was thirteen his godfather had come into his life, then now in the same unexpected way that he had arrived he was gone and Harry had to face he would never be coming back. He was lonely and peaty much all alone in the world.
Harry had had this feeling before, when he didn't know Sirius actually existed but he felt much worse now because he was gone. Been shut up in his room was hard it was like having a dementor in his room sucking all the Happy feelings out of his head. Sometimes he couldn't even remember what Sirius looked like when he smiled and had to rush to his photo album to remember.
It was the sixth night of the holidays and Harry fully dressed was half hanging out of the window looking up at the stars for no apparent reason, other than when there was a massive blood flow to his head he got such a dizzy head ache Harry couldn't think straight making him forget for a moment the gaping holes and sadness inside. It was when he was in one of these dangling positions in the evening that Hedwig returned from her hunt with a letter from Ron.
They had indeed meant it when they said if we don't hear from Harry every three days then his uncle would have to answer to them. Normally Harry would be grateful for this constant contact with the wizarding world over the summer but not this time, he wanted to be out and away from all that pain. Away from the world where Sirius and Cedric were dead and everyone looked at him knowing nearly all the pain that had happened in his life. But no one seemed to understand.
Harry let her swoop in and land on the bed to eat her catch and barely acknowledged her burden, he just laid there until eventually she started hooting softly to get his attention. Harry got up and walked over to her untied the letter from her leg and sat gently stroking her feathers not wanting to read the letter from Ron just yet. They sat there together until long after Hedwig had gone to sleep with the comfortable silence that had always existed between them. Eventually Harry looked at the bent alarm clock on the table it was five in the morning another night had passed and Harry had barely noticed.
He moved Hedwig carefully onto her perch so she could continue sleeping. Harry looked at himself in the mirror but he hardly recognised the boy staring back at him, a naturally skinny boy with clothes several sizes to big for him that were dirty and torn, but that was hardly surprising seen as his body was dirty and still complete with scratches that he had failed to mention to anyone and clean.
He looked up to his face and what did he see it wasn't a normal fifteen- year-old boy with a young happy face and fresh innocent looking eyes. No that wouldn't do it was a pale skinned sickly looking boy from only coming out at night tired lines around his eyes and faded misty green eyes from lack of fresh air and daylight. This was the first time Harry had looked at himself in a long while and he didn't really like it he wanted to become normal for a fleeting second and then he decided to settle for perhaps clean.
Perhaps he thought I should read the letter from Ron so he could think of a suitable reply to keep people away from him.
Dear Harry,
We are glad to here that our few words of warning to your uncle Vernon have helped you with the deadly air in the house. Everything is okay here and even mum has given up having a go at Fred and George for leaving school and starting up a joke shop. The only thing we wonder is where did they get the money from in the first place for it? We often get visitors here at the moment and they all have been asking how you are getting on and when you will be able to come and stay but mum keeps saying not yet, when Hermione comes back from her holiday then we'll whisk you away from that hole and things will be as they should be.
Did you see the paper yesterday on the third page it was hilarious wasn't it!!! We hope you are holding up okay and that things continue to go well and don't forget the first sign of trouble and we will all be around to sort it out tell me when you get your exam results what you got. All the best, Your mate Ron Weasley
Harry vaigly read it several times while trying to think of a suitable reply to please them without lying. On the fourth time of reading it Harry came to the simple conclusion that there was no way of doing this so he was simply going to lie for there own happiness seen as he was a lost cause. Harry pulled a piece of parchment out of the pile he had dumped on the dresser and a quill with ink on the side and started to write a suitable reply.
Dear Weasley's
I'm glad to here from you as things are starting to get a little boring around here with the simplistic way of relaxed living and I wonder how long it will last. It will be Dudley's birthday in two days and we are all going out for a big meal at the new restaurant down the road. Everything is okay here although I feel the polite conversation at meal times is a little forced and yesterday Dudley asked me to join him on the computer console in killing dragons and soulless werewolves (they are not very realistic as I've never met one yet called Muffy the werewolf even by Hagrid's standard names!!!!)
You will be interested to know that despite been the size of a killer whale my dear cousin is a very good boxer and doesn't look like a fat floberworm complete with pig's tail. I've been helping him train everyday with his boxing ready for the big tournament in August (luckily I'm not the boxing bag any more! Thank-you Moody). I'm glad to say this is one of the best times here ever and when the friendliness starts to wear thin I will be coming your way for some of Mrs Wealsey's finest baked cakes to fill me up with. Thanks for the letter Harry Potter.
There, Harry thought perfectly happy and normal nothing strange or up setting and no need for them to come and talk to him. Harry looked at the clock again from hearing noises of breakfast downstairs it was seven thirty, time for a bath before Hedwig wakes up he thought.
Harry ran himself an extremely hot bath and climbed in to scrub away the surprising amount of dirt a person can receive from doing very little in a week. Whilst sat there cleaning all the cuts in various places and the grease from in his hair Harry decided today would be a good day to go outdoors and receive some much needed sunshine and fresh air. After all he might as well pretend to do something. After washing and drying himself Harry put on the cleanest best fitting clothes he has not including his school uniform and went downstairs to actually eat some breakfast, for the first time in a very long while. The rest of the household were still there eating what Harry could only guess as serving number five.
His aunt Petunia surprised by seeing Harry entering the room quickly passed him some food to eat; only a small amount would do for Harry but still it was a meal. Feeling hungry from the sight of food he started to slowly eat his way through the half a slice of bacon, a piece of toast, a bean and an oldish looking tomato. Dudley kept his eyes on his food for safety but his aunt and uncle were passing a number of odd looks and nudges until his uncle finally spoke.
"Harry your aunt and I have been making some decisions about your future place in this household and how certain things need to change." He was trying to keep a polite tone in his voice and was looking for a sign of life in Harry that he had herd and understood his uncle was speaking. Harry lifted his eyes up slowly to his uncle then quickly looked back at his food so his uncle continued.
"Yes. Your aunt and I were coming to a decision about two things; the first was how you look and the second is how you behave.' Vernon took a large gulp of air then continued. 'Firstly how you look, seen as this household has more money now than in the past years of your life, we feel that the clothes that you are wearing are not suitable for your needs, we are thinking about giving you a small allowance to go and buy some new better fitting clothes and proper shoes for wearing throughout this summer and next."
Harry had stopped suddenly from all movement on hearing this news and had looked up to his uncle to see if he was been held at wand point by Sirius, but on realising that this was impossible and ridicules he looked back at his plate that was nearly empty. "The second point is that you are old enough now and thanks to the careful teaching of Petunia you are now capable of taking care of your self. We will therefore not be setting a limit on when you enter and leave the house and which meals you chose to eat in our company." There was a nudge from his aunt to add something to the end of the statement. "Providing you clean up after yourself in the kitchen and you or anyone from your world do not interfere with Dudley or any of his welcomed guest's." And Harry's aunt nodded in agreement satisfied with the performance of this statement.
Ah yes of course Harry thought the catch was as always Dudley's personal safety from the nasty witches or wizards that could upset him at any moment. This wasn't too bad from what Harry could tell so far his uncle was buying him off with clothes to keep him out the house as much as possible. But now Harry had to wonder what this clothes allowance would include as the second point was quiet clear.
"What exactly do I have to do for these new clothes?" Harry asked eyeing his uncle with no fear or doubt to how he fitted into the Dursley world.
"We will give you thirty pounds to spend on shoes of your choice and sixty- five pounds to spend on suitable clothes to last for the rest of the year. You can spend as little or as much of this money as you like but there shall be no more once it as gone. Apart from you shall now start receiving pocket money of no more than five pounds a week to be given to you on Monday mornings at breakfast time before I go to work. This you may also spend how you wish providing you have nothing to do with Dudley and cause your aunt and myself no hassle.' Vernon looked nervously to his wife at his own breviary she gave him a look of assurance and he continued.
'This money will stop when you leave this house to go either to school or simply away to somewhere before school." Harry was absolutely shocked clothes money and pocket money from the Dursleys without him exploding! Moody must have frightened them a lot or they still blame Harry for the dementor attack on Dudley last summer. Either way Harry didn't care.
His Uncle was inpatient for an answer. "Well what do you say, Harry?" Harry had to think for a moment, but why not, he thought, this was obviously a once in a life time opportunity so he might as well take it, thinking he best not seem too happy though but that was hardly going to be a problem these day's though looking to happy.
"You give me money for new clothes and in return I ignore Dudley completely and stay out of the way?" Harry asked.
"Yes those are the rules, so?" His uncle answered looking hopefully at Harry's aunt.
"Fine when does it start this new arrangement?" Harry asked impatient to get away from them.
"Today is Monday so it starts today and you will go and buy your new clothes today while we look at presents for Dudley. This money is to be spent on normal clothes none of your funny stuff remember whilst you are living under this roof you attend St. Brutes and your school does not exists."
"Don't worry I know the story car crash, St. Brutes, not related to Dudley stay out the way of anyone and no anomaly's in front of the neighbours." Harry answered casually extremely inpatient to leave the table now.
"Good. I'm glad that's settled; now wait her while I give you your money." And he did he held up to the bargain completely and returned quickly and counted out 30 pounds for shoes, 65 pounds for new clothes and 5 pounds for the weeks pocket money. Then before Harry realised he was walking upstairs with one hundred pounds and he hadn't a clue wear he was going to spend it all and what he would spend it on. Some how it seemed more than any money he had ever seen in his life.
Harry sat on his bed and pulled out his moneybag, which still had a few knuts, stickles and three gallons in from the last time he filled it up. He shoved the bag back under his pillow and started to think again about what he was going to do. He looked at the letter and wondered weather to add this new info on to the end but the he realised that it was addressed to the Wesley's who had very little money and to announce that he had been given 100 pounds by his aunt and uncle just like that would be arrogant and insensitive Harry couldn't do it to them.
It was broad daylight outside and Hedwig was fast-to-sleep so sending the letter would have to wait until evening anyway. Harry finally decided that he would take 30 pounds after looking at his mouldy trainers and try and buy some new shoes. So he did, Harry sorted himself out ready to go to the shops looking normal as the Dursley's would think and even decided that seen a last year he got in to trouble for doing magic in front of a muggle this year he will leave his wand at home and anything related to the magical community. It was a difficult decision to make and Harry wasn't sure if it was a good choice but he did it anyway.
He will truly submerge himself into the muggle world because there he wouldn't have to think about anything related to Voldemort, Sirius's death or the prophesy that Professor Dumbledore told him about at the end of the last school year because as far as any muggle were concerned it just did not exist. Surprisingly to Harry this made him feel much better and when he left the house an hour or so later he felt strangely as though a little of the weight on his shoulders had been lifted.
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Harry Potter and the new life
Harry was in a foul disgusting mood but really to his mind that was quiet understandable. It was only almost a week into the holidays and Harry hadn't really left his room from the moment he got back, after saying good bye to what he sometimes felt were random people in the station. They were not just random people, they were some of the few people left in the world that cared about Harry.
His uncle Vernon had drove him home with a pained expression on his face and his aunt petunia and there son Dudley had a very frightened air about them. You could cut the air between them and Harry with a knife and it was even clearer to Harry now that he did not belong in the household. He was grateful in a way that Lupin and Moody had threatened his uncle to be nice to him as it did show that at least they cared him, but it had hardly helped matters much.
Harry who had nothing really to do was trying to force himself to worry about his OWL results just to keep his mind off everything. It wasn't really working, as Harry didn't seem to care if he passed or failed them and nothing could cover the empty hole inside of him that once had been filled by his godfather Sirius. Harry was feeling guilty for letting him die, guilty for not working harder at his occulameraty lessons with Snape. But there was a part of Harry that had now moved on to missing him rather than been angry for him dieing. Harry felt let down by the world because he had no one left to be his own family. His parents had died when he was only a baby and then when he was thirteen his godfather had come into his life, then now in the same unexpected way that he had arrived he was gone and Harry had to face he would never be coming back. He was lonely and peaty much all alone in the world.
Harry had had this feeling before, when he didn't know Sirius actually existed but he felt much worse now because he was gone. Been shut up in his room was hard it was like having a dementor in his room sucking all the Happy feelings out of his head. Sometimes he couldn't even remember what Sirius looked like when he smiled and had to rush to his photo album to remember.
It was the sixth night of the holidays and Harry fully dressed was half hanging out of the window looking up at the stars for no apparent reason, other than when there was a massive blood flow to his head he got such a dizzy head ache Harry couldn't think straight making him forget for a moment the gaping holes and sadness inside. It was when he was in one of these dangling positions in the evening that Hedwig returned from her hunt with a letter from Ron.
They had indeed meant it when they said if we don't hear from Harry every three days then his uncle would have to answer to them. Normally Harry would be grateful for this constant contact with the wizarding world over the summer but not this time, he wanted to be out and away from all that pain. Away from the world where Sirius and Cedric were dead and everyone looked at him knowing nearly all the pain that had happened in his life. But no one seemed to understand.
Harry let her swoop in and land on the bed to eat her catch and barely acknowledged her burden, he just laid there until eventually she started hooting softly to get his attention. Harry got up and walked over to her untied the letter from her leg and sat gently stroking her feathers not wanting to read the letter from Ron just yet. They sat there together until long after Hedwig had gone to sleep with the comfortable silence that had always existed between them. Eventually Harry looked at the bent alarm clock on the table it was five in the morning another night had passed and Harry had barely noticed.
He moved Hedwig carefully onto her perch so she could continue sleeping. Harry looked at himself in the mirror but he hardly recognised the boy staring back at him, a naturally skinny boy with clothes several sizes to big for him that were dirty and torn, but that was hardly surprising seen as his body was dirty and still complete with scratches that he had failed to mention to anyone and clean.
He looked up to his face and what did he see it wasn't a normal fifteen- year-old boy with a young happy face and fresh innocent looking eyes. No that wouldn't do it was a pale skinned sickly looking boy from only coming out at night tired lines around his eyes and faded misty green eyes from lack of fresh air and daylight. This was the first time Harry had looked at himself in a long while and he didn't really like it he wanted to become normal for a fleeting second and then he decided to settle for perhaps clean.
Perhaps he thought I should read the letter from Ron so he could think of a suitable reply to keep people away from him.
Dear Harry,
We are glad to here that our few words of warning to your uncle Vernon have helped you with the deadly air in the house. Everything is okay here and even mum has given up having a go at Fred and George for leaving school and starting up a joke shop. The only thing we wonder is where did they get the money from in the first place for it? We often get visitors here at the moment and they all have been asking how you are getting on and when you will be able to come and stay but mum keeps saying not yet, when Hermione comes back from her holiday then we'll whisk you away from that hole and things will be as they should be.
Did you see the paper yesterday on the third page it was hilarious wasn't it!!! We hope you are holding up okay and that things continue to go well and don't forget the first sign of trouble and we will all be around to sort it out tell me when you get your exam results what you got. All the best, Your mate Ron Weasley
Harry vaigly read it several times while trying to think of a suitable reply to please them without lying. On the fourth time of reading it Harry came to the simple conclusion that there was no way of doing this so he was simply going to lie for there own happiness seen as he was a lost cause. Harry pulled a piece of parchment out of the pile he had dumped on the dresser and a quill with ink on the side and started to write a suitable reply.
Dear Weasley's
I'm glad to here from you as things are starting to get a little boring around here with the simplistic way of relaxed living and I wonder how long it will last. It will be Dudley's birthday in two days and we are all going out for a big meal at the new restaurant down the road. Everything is okay here although I feel the polite conversation at meal times is a little forced and yesterday Dudley asked me to join him on the computer console in killing dragons and soulless werewolves (they are not very realistic as I've never met one yet called Muffy the werewolf even by Hagrid's standard names!!!!)
You will be interested to know that despite been the size of a killer whale my dear cousin is a very good boxer and doesn't look like a fat floberworm complete with pig's tail. I've been helping him train everyday with his boxing ready for the big tournament in August (luckily I'm not the boxing bag any more! Thank-you Moody). I'm glad to say this is one of the best times here ever and when the friendliness starts to wear thin I will be coming your way for some of Mrs Wealsey's finest baked cakes to fill me up with. Thanks for the letter Harry Potter.
There, Harry thought perfectly happy and normal nothing strange or up setting and no need for them to come and talk to him. Harry looked at the clock again from hearing noises of breakfast downstairs it was seven thirty, time for a bath before Hedwig wakes up he thought.
Harry ran himself an extremely hot bath and climbed in to scrub away the surprising amount of dirt a person can receive from doing very little in a week. Whilst sat there cleaning all the cuts in various places and the grease from in his hair Harry decided today would be a good day to go outdoors and receive some much needed sunshine and fresh air. After all he might as well pretend to do something. After washing and drying himself Harry put on the cleanest best fitting clothes he has not including his school uniform and went downstairs to actually eat some breakfast, for the first time in a very long while. The rest of the household were still there eating what Harry could only guess as serving number five.
His aunt Petunia surprised by seeing Harry entering the room quickly passed him some food to eat; only a small amount would do for Harry but still it was a meal. Feeling hungry from the sight of food he started to slowly eat his way through the half a slice of bacon, a piece of toast, a bean and an oldish looking tomato. Dudley kept his eyes on his food for safety but his aunt and uncle were passing a number of odd looks and nudges until his uncle finally spoke.
"Harry your aunt and I have been making some decisions about your future place in this household and how certain things need to change." He was trying to keep a polite tone in his voice and was looking for a sign of life in Harry that he had herd and understood his uncle was speaking. Harry lifted his eyes up slowly to his uncle then quickly looked back at his food so his uncle continued.
"Yes. Your aunt and I were coming to a decision about two things; the first was how you look and the second is how you behave.' Vernon took a large gulp of air then continued. 'Firstly how you look, seen as this household has more money now than in the past years of your life, we feel that the clothes that you are wearing are not suitable for your needs, we are thinking about giving you a small allowance to go and buy some new better fitting clothes and proper shoes for wearing throughout this summer and next."
Harry had stopped suddenly from all movement on hearing this news and had looked up to his uncle to see if he was been held at wand point by Sirius, but on realising that this was impossible and ridicules he looked back at his plate that was nearly empty. "The second point is that you are old enough now and thanks to the careful teaching of Petunia you are now capable of taking care of your self. We will therefore not be setting a limit on when you enter and leave the house and which meals you chose to eat in our company." There was a nudge from his aunt to add something to the end of the statement. "Providing you clean up after yourself in the kitchen and you or anyone from your world do not interfere with Dudley or any of his welcomed guest's." And Harry's aunt nodded in agreement satisfied with the performance of this statement.
Ah yes of course Harry thought the catch was as always Dudley's personal safety from the nasty witches or wizards that could upset him at any moment. This wasn't too bad from what Harry could tell so far his uncle was buying him off with clothes to keep him out the house as much as possible. But now Harry had to wonder what this clothes allowance would include as the second point was quiet clear.
"What exactly do I have to do for these new clothes?" Harry asked eyeing his uncle with no fear or doubt to how he fitted into the Dursley world.
"We will give you thirty pounds to spend on shoes of your choice and sixty- five pounds to spend on suitable clothes to last for the rest of the year. You can spend as little or as much of this money as you like but there shall be no more once it as gone. Apart from you shall now start receiving pocket money of no more than five pounds a week to be given to you on Monday mornings at breakfast time before I go to work. This you may also spend how you wish providing you have nothing to do with Dudley and cause your aunt and myself no hassle.' Vernon looked nervously to his wife at his own breviary she gave him a look of assurance and he continued.
'This money will stop when you leave this house to go either to school or simply away to somewhere before school." Harry was absolutely shocked clothes money and pocket money from the Dursleys without him exploding! Moody must have frightened them a lot or they still blame Harry for the dementor attack on Dudley last summer. Either way Harry didn't care.
His Uncle was inpatient for an answer. "Well what do you say, Harry?" Harry had to think for a moment, but why not, he thought, this was obviously a once in a life time opportunity so he might as well take it, thinking he best not seem too happy though but that was hardly going to be a problem these day's though looking to happy.
"You give me money for new clothes and in return I ignore Dudley completely and stay out of the way?" Harry asked.
"Yes those are the rules, so?" His uncle answered looking hopefully at Harry's aunt.
"Fine when does it start this new arrangement?" Harry asked impatient to get away from them.
"Today is Monday so it starts today and you will go and buy your new clothes today while we look at presents for Dudley. This money is to be spent on normal clothes none of your funny stuff remember whilst you are living under this roof you attend St. Brutes and your school does not exists."
"Don't worry I know the story car crash, St. Brutes, not related to Dudley stay out the way of anyone and no anomaly's in front of the neighbours." Harry answered casually extremely inpatient to leave the table now.
"Good. I'm glad that's settled; now wait her while I give you your money." And he did he held up to the bargain completely and returned quickly and counted out 30 pounds for shoes, 65 pounds for new clothes and 5 pounds for the weeks pocket money. Then before Harry realised he was walking upstairs with one hundred pounds and he hadn't a clue wear he was going to spend it all and what he would spend it on. Some how it seemed more than any money he had ever seen in his life.
Harry sat on his bed and pulled out his moneybag, which still had a few knuts, stickles and three gallons in from the last time he filled it up. He shoved the bag back under his pillow and started to think again about what he was going to do. He looked at the letter and wondered weather to add this new info on to the end but the he realised that it was addressed to the Wesley's who had very little money and to announce that he had been given 100 pounds by his aunt and uncle just like that would be arrogant and insensitive Harry couldn't do it to them.
It was broad daylight outside and Hedwig was fast-to-sleep so sending the letter would have to wait until evening anyway. Harry finally decided that he would take 30 pounds after looking at his mouldy trainers and try and buy some new shoes. So he did, Harry sorted himself out ready to go to the shops looking normal as the Dursley's would think and even decided that seen a last year he got in to trouble for doing magic in front of a muggle this year he will leave his wand at home and anything related to the magical community. It was a difficult decision to make and Harry wasn't sure if it was a good choice but he did it anyway.
He will truly submerge himself into the muggle world because there he wouldn't have to think about anything related to Voldemort, Sirius's death or the prophesy that Professor Dumbledore told him about at the end of the last school year because as far as any muggle were concerned it just did not exist. Surprisingly to Harry this made him feel much better and when he left the house an hour or so later he felt strangely as though a little of the weight on his shoulders had been lifted.
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