Harry Potter and The Year of Growth
Disclaimer: you know the deal. I don't own any of this except the concept of this story
Chapter One: Dealing With Pain and Loss
"SIRIUS. NO"
The boy named Harry Potter wakes up with sweat and tears running down his face. Glimpses of the event that had befallen Harry Potter play back in his mind from the dream. He wipes the sweat off his face and runs a hand through his long and disheveled hair.
Harry stands up slowly from his bed and walks over to a new mirror that he put in there when he got back from school. He sighs as he looks in the mirror.
His eyes are still the same, maybe more dull from the loss of life that he has seen over the years. His hair is now down to his shoulders; he hasn't felt like changing it.
The Scar, as Harry calls, is still the same old curse scar that has been there as far as Harry remembers. Harry rubs his arms to shake off the creepy feeling that he has had whenever he has that dream about Sirius.
Sirius Black. His uncle, the only one who truly loved Harry. Gone.. Dead. A victim of a war, that now the whole wizard world knew about. Killed by is own relative, one who Harry hopes he meets again. Harry wanted revenge. He never wanted some one to pay for their crime like he wanted for her. And of course.. Voldemort.
Voldemort. He Must Not Be Named. The man/beast who took Harry's true family from him. If anyone needed to be stop. It was Voldemort. Harry thinks about all the times he has come face to face with him and survived. Harry chuckles to himself about his luck.
A soft hoot comes from Harry's window. He walks over slowly as he lets his snowy owl Hedwig in. The bird flutters down to Harry's lap and drops a letter in his hand. He opens it slowly and sees that it is a letter from Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster at Hogwarts. The school Harry goes to. He opens it slowly and reads:
Dear Harry:
Due to the murder of your uncle, Sirius Black. You have now inherited all of his belongings, including a certain house that can not be mentioned. (Harry smiled as he remembers the house) When you turn 16 in a few days time, all that belonged to him will be yours. If you want to, which I know you will most likely want to. can move into the Black Manor. Precautions need to be taken if you decide to move into there. So I will need an answer from you when you decide. If you decide to, a representative will come to your uncle's house and take you there with all of your belongings.
Sincerely
Albus Dumbledore.
Harry looked at the letter in disbelief. He was finally free to get away from his aunt and uncle. Harry went over to his school trunk and pulled out a quill, a peace of parchment and ink. He sat down at his desk and wrote:
Dear Professor Dumbledore:
My answer is yes. I will be delighted to move into Black manor.
I will be ready when you get back in touch with me.
Harry Potter
Harry looked over at Hedwig.
"Come here girl. I need you to send this to Professor Dumbledore for me right away"
She hooted with great pride and flew out of the window with great speed. He watched out the window as Hedwig flew off. He walked over to his bed and lay down. His thoughts were happy until he realized that he was going to the house that his uncle once lived in. He sighed within himself. He was both happy and sad. He started to drift off to sleep again. His blank thoughts went to his two best friends, Ron and Hermione. His thoughts lingered on Hermione a little more than Ron did. He thought about her book smarts, her bushy brown hair, and that smile that made Harry get weird feelings in his stomach.
Little did Harry know at the same moment. That same brown haired girl was thinking about the boy who lived.
Next Chapter: Return to Black Manor
Harry goes to his new home and decides on what to do with the place. maybe a visit by a certain red headed family
Please review
Disclaimer: you know the deal. I don't own any of this except the concept of this story
Chapter One: Dealing With Pain and Loss
"SIRIUS. NO"
The boy named Harry Potter wakes up with sweat and tears running down his face. Glimpses of the event that had befallen Harry Potter play back in his mind from the dream. He wipes the sweat off his face and runs a hand through his long and disheveled hair.
Harry stands up slowly from his bed and walks over to a new mirror that he put in there when he got back from school. He sighs as he looks in the mirror.
His eyes are still the same, maybe more dull from the loss of life that he has seen over the years. His hair is now down to his shoulders; he hasn't felt like changing it.
The Scar, as Harry calls, is still the same old curse scar that has been there as far as Harry remembers. Harry rubs his arms to shake off the creepy feeling that he has had whenever he has that dream about Sirius.
Sirius Black. His uncle, the only one who truly loved Harry. Gone.. Dead. A victim of a war, that now the whole wizard world knew about. Killed by is own relative, one who Harry hopes he meets again. Harry wanted revenge. He never wanted some one to pay for their crime like he wanted for her. And of course.. Voldemort.
Voldemort. He Must Not Be Named. The man/beast who took Harry's true family from him. If anyone needed to be stop. It was Voldemort. Harry thinks about all the times he has come face to face with him and survived. Harry chuckles to himself about his luck.
A soft hoot comes from Harry's window. He walks over slowly as he lets his snowy owl Hedwig in. The bird flutters down to Harry's lap and drops a letter in his hand. He opens it slowly and sees that it is a letter from Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster at Hogwarts. The school Harry goes to. He opens it slowly and reads:
Dear Harry:
Due to the murder of your uncle, Sirius Black. You have now inherited all of his belongings, including a certain house that can not be mentioned. (Harry smiled as he remembers the house) When you turn 16 in a few days time, all that belonged to him will be yours. If you want to, which I know you will most likely want to. can move into the Black Manor. Precautions need to be taken if you decide to move into there. So I will need an answer from you when you decide. If you decide to, a representative will come to your uncle's house and take you there with all of your belongings.
Sincerely
Albus Dumbledore.
Harry looked at the letter in disbelief. He was finally free to get away from his aunt and uncle. Harry went over to his school trunk and pulled out a quill, a peace of parchment and ink. He sat down at his desk and wrote:
Dear Professor Dumbledore:
My answer is yes. I will be delighted to move into Black manor.
I will be ready when you get back in touch with me.
Harry Potter
Harry looked over at Hedwig.
"Come here girl. I need you to send this to Professor Dumbledore for me right away"
She hooted with great pride and flew out of the window with great speed. He watched out the window as Hedwig flew off. He walked over to his bed and lay down. His thoughts were happy until he realized that he was going to the house that his uncle once lived in. He sighed within himself. He was both happy and sad. He started to drift off to sleep again. His blank thoughts went to his two best friends, Ron and Hermione. His thoughts lingered on Hermione a little more than Ron did. He thought about her book smarts, her bushy brown hair, and that smile that made Harry get weird feelings in his stomach.
Little did Harry know at the same moment. That same brown haired girl was thinking about the boy who lived.
Next Chapter: Return to Black Manor
Harry goes to his new home and decides on what to do with the place. maybe a visit by a certain red headed family
Please review