Harry Potter and Felix's Emerald
Harry Potter and Felix's Emerald
"NO SIRIUS! I'm sorry don't die please don't be dead!" screamed the small, skinny black haired boy in his room in Little Whingeing, Surrey, Number 4 Privet Drive. Harry Potter woke up from the terrible nightmare covered in cold droplets of sweat. He was dreaming about his godfather again.
Ever since his godfather's, Sirius's, death two weeks ago he had been having nightmares of the horrible day. Tears rolled down his pale cheeks. His godfather was like a dad to him and he had loved him. Harry thought about this and how it was his own fault Sirius was dead. If it weren't for his stupidity Sirius would be alive right now.
"BOY," shouted an over-weight man with a beefy neck as he entered Harry's room. "How many times have I told you to be qui…..." Harry's Uncle stopped as he saw the tears running down his nephews cheeks. Harry looked away trying to wipe away the tears that were stinging his emerald eyes.
" Every night your screaming in your sleep, if you wake me up one more time I will throw you out into the gutters," whispered the over-weight man in a deadly tone. Why should the brat deprive him of sleep even if he was crying thought Harry's Uncle bitterly. "Is that clear," demanded Harry's Uncle glaring at the raven haired boy. "Yes Uncle Vernon," chocked out Harry. "Good," and with that the beefy man walked out and slammed the door behind him.
Harry laid back as his Uncle left. Why should his Uncle care if he was miserable the only people who ever cared for him had been killed because of him he thought bitterly. He slowly drifted off into sleep thinking of how Dumbeldore was making him stay here for the whole summer miserable and alone.
The next morning Harry woke up. He had no more nightmares so he slept easily. He got up and headed down into the kitchen. "Boy, cook the bacon, make coffee and then get started on your chores for the day. If your lucky you may have dinner," said Harry's Uncle while reading the paper next to his fat son Dudley. He was slowly getting thinner but not that much. Harry started to cook the bacon while he thought of how to ask his Uncle if he could watch the news after his chores.
Voldemort was back now and the whole wizarding community knew it. Harry needed to watch the news to see if Voldemortwas on the move killing people and such. "Uncle Vernon." Harry asked cautiously. His Uncle grunted so he went on. "I was wondering if after I finish all my chores, if i could watch the news?" His Uncle thought this over for a minute and then eyed Harry suspiciously. "Why would you want to watch the news," his Uncle asked. Harry's Uncle hated magic and hated having anything to do with it so he wasn't going to like the truth. Harry thought quickly and answered. "I wanted to start acting normal and find out what's happening in the world," lied Harry. His Uncle thought this over for a few minutes and answered, "if you get every one of your chores done without a single complaint then you may watch the news." "Yes sir," and with that Harry walked out of the kitchen to start his chores.
Harry started to vacuum and soon was done with dusting, mopping, cleaning Dudley's room, mowing, and finally gardening. He hurried inside because the news was just about to start. He brushed off the dirt on his hands and went into the living room.
Severus Snape hated Harry Potter and the last thing he wanted to do was spy on him all day. Since the Dark Lord was greedily trying to kidnap Potter so he could finally kill him, Dumbeldore assigned Snape to spy on the teenager. The arrogant little prat would probably try to run away like he did in his third year. He had no respect for hid elders wishes and thought rules were to good for him thought Snape nastily. He only saw the boy cook, clean, and garden so far. Atleast his relatives knew how to keep him disciplined. The fat boy that must be the Potter brat's cousin just sat on the couch watching TV and eating. The only reason the brat couldn't see him was because Snape had put a charm he had invented himself to be completely invisible. The skinny boy got up wiped the dirt off his hands and headed inside. Probably to be spoiled to death, Snape thought bitterly and snickered quietly at the thought.
As Harry was going inside to tell his Uncle he was finished with his chores he thought he heard a faint snicker. He headed into the living room thinking he just imagined it. "Uncle Vernon, I've finished all my chores," Harry told his Uncle who was sitting by his pig of a son. "Good maybe you'll get dinner tonight," grunted Harry's Uncle. "Er,Uncle you said if I didn't complain I could watch the news with you," said Harry, back aching from all of his chores. "Fine, fine, fine. Sit down and don't say a word," Harry's Uncle snapped. Harry sat down gratefully in a chair farthest from the Durselys but close to the TV screen.
"Today, gas leak in London kills a family of five. Many assumed this was the work of mass murderer Sirius Black," reported a man on the news who looked to be in his fifties. Harry's eyes widened at these words. Maybe he's alive, maybe he's not dead thouhgt Harry excitedly rushing towards the screen. "He's alive, he's alive," screamed Harry excitedly. "BUt Black couldn't have been the cause of this because Black was murdered two weeks ago," reported the man happily. Harry's heart was ripped in half at these words. Tears stung his eyes running down his pale cheeks as he sat there staring at the picture of his godfather.
"So your godfather has been murdered has he," Harry's Uncle asked as he saw the boy sitting in front of the TV now shaking and clutching the sides of the TV. "Serves him right for being a freak," added the man happily. "YOU SHUT UP HE DIDN'T DESERVE THAT! HE DIDN'T," roared Harry, hatred filling his tear filled eyes. "So the murderer has been murdered John," asked a woman in her forties on the news. "Yes Dianne we suspect one of his accomplices killed him but we aren't sure," answered the man cheerfully. "Well who killed him doesn't matter just the fact that he's no longer out there is reassur..." started the woman on the news but the picture soon disappeared as Harry punched his right arm into the TV. His arm going through the screen.
Pain shot through Harry's arm as he just sat there with his arm in the TV. Raging with tears falling onto his bleeding arm Harry thought about Sirius and soon was sobbing. Slowly he pulled out his arm from the TV. Some large chunks of glass were lodged into his arm and little pieces of glass were lodged into his fist. Harry watched his hand bleed as he sat there for a few minutes untill his Uncle broke the silence.
"POTTER, THAT'S IT YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU FREAK! YOU BELONG DEAD WITH YOUR GODFATHER AND YOUR FREAK PARENTS," screamed Harry's Uncle running over to Harry and grabbing him by his neck and pinning him to a wall. "FINE I'LL BE GLAD TO GO," choked out Harry. At these words Harry's Uncle threw him at the door making him hit his head very hard. "Get your things and leave," whispered Harry's Uncle in a deadly tone. With that Harry ran out of the room.