Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or settings from the Harry Potter
books; they belong to the wonderfully talented J.K. Rowling. I am however
borrowing them. :o)
Chapter 1
Harry Potter tossed and turned in his bed. It was a sleepless night and it wasn't the first. Since he had returned to Privet Drive, he had been detached and disheartened, well, more than usual anyways. He sat up and put on his glasses. He stared blankly out into the dark night sky. He looked over at the clock on his night stand. The red numbers eliminated the time as 12:32 a.m. Harry was officially sixteen and as lucky as he was to be alive to experience the event, half of him wished he wasn't.
He missed his godfather and wondered what Sirius would have to say to him on his birthday. He fixated a lot on what Sirius would've said or would've done if he was still alive. He thought about getting a card and how it might have said a very simple, "Happy Birthday". Sirius was smart and straight to the point.
As Harry thought, he was pulled out of his trance by a tap at the window. He looked up and saw a few owls at his window. He crossed the room, opened up the window and they flew in. A large black one was the first one to approach Harry. Harry took the letter and bird flew away at once. It was his Hogwarts letter. He looked at it and threw it a side, unopened. The next owl was a grey one, also from Hogwarts. This one came from the grounds keeper there, though. Hagrid has sent Harry a box of Chocolate Frogs. He tried to smile slightly at the gesture, but failed.
He turned to see three other owls sitting there. A small one was his best friends, Ron. He had a letter and a box. Harry didn't even read the letter. He was at a point of not even caring anymore. So he opened the package and found a Quidditch book. Hermione's owl, a brown one she had bought at the end of last year, gave Harry a package with candy in it. He threw Hermione's letter a side too. He sent the two birds on their way without as much as a word of thanks. He felt empty and cold and really didn't care if it upset his friends to not receive a thank you.
He turned to see a beautiful, white owl sitting on his bed. He wondered who it could be from. He walked towards the bird, but it backed away.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he whispered to it. Still, it continued to back away. He tried to coax it into coming near him with some of Hedwig's food, but it just looked at him. "Fine! Be that way!" he hissed at it and turned to go back to his bed. He laid down and tried to go back to sleep. After a few minutes, he felt something land on his hip. He sat up and the bird just gazed at him. He took the present from it and tore it open. There was no card and he raised an eyebrow when he saw what was inside the box.
A necklace laid there. It had a small silver chain and hanging on it was a small, black, glass dog. Harry lifted it to inspect it. Inside there was a small flicker of light. He put it back in the box, closed the lid, and put it on his night stand. Who knew where it came from and with so many people out to kill him, he wasn't going to risk having it choke him to death or something.
He yawned and saw that the bird was sitting on his window sill. It flew away, but Harry could've sworn he saw it wink before it took off. He rolled over and fell asleep. Something he hadn't done in weeks. He knew very well that Ron and Hermione's letter both urged to come to the Order of Phoenix headquarters, where they both were. He also knew that come tomorrow, he'd have to put up with the Dursley's, but he also knew he couldn't go back into that house were Sirius had been forced to live. No, he just couldn't. However, he fell asleep not knowing that, that necklace was a sign. A sign that something wonderful, something strange, something that would change his life forever was about to happen.
Chapter 1
Harry Potter tossed and turned in his bed. It was a sleepless night and it wasn't the first. Since he had returned to Privet Drive, he had been detached and disheartened, well, more than usual anyways. He sat up and put on his glasses. He stared blankly out into the dark night sky. He looked over at the clock on his night stand. The red numbers eliminated the time as 12:32 a.m. Harry was officially sixteen and as lucky as he was to be alive to experience the event, half of him wished he wasn't.
He missed his godfather and wondered what Sirius would have to say to him on his birthday. He fixated a lot on what Sirius would've said or would've done if he was still alive. He thought about getting a card and how it might have said a very simple, "Happy Birthday". Sirius was smart and straight to the point.
As Harry thought, he was pulled out of his trance by a tap at the window. He looked up and saw a few owls at his window. He crossed the room, opened up the window and they flew in. A large black one was the first one to approach Harry. Harry took the letter and bird flew away at once. It was his Hogwarts letter. He looked at it and threw it a side, unopened. The next owl was a grey one, also from Hogwarts. This one came from the grounds keeper there, though. Hagrid has sent Harry a box of Chocolate Frogs. He tried to smile slightly at the gesture, but failed.
He turned to see three other owls sitting there. A small one was his best friends, Ron. He had a letter and a box. Harry didn't even read the letter. He was at a point of not even caring anymore. So he opened the package and found a Quidditch book. Hermione's owl, a brown one she had bought at the end of last year, gave Harry a package with candy in it. He threw Hermione's letter a side too. He sent the two birds on their way without as much as a word of thanks. He felt empty and cold and really didn't care if it upset his friends to not receive a thank you.
He turned to see a beautiful, white owl sitting on his bed. He wondered who it could be from. He walked towards the bird, but it backed away.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he whispered to it. Still, it continued to back away. He tried to coax it into coming near him with some of Hedwig's food, but it just looked at him. "Fine! Be that way!" he hissed at it and turned to go back to his bed. He laid down and tried to go back to sleep. After a few minutes, he felt something land on his hip. He sat up and the bird just gazed at him. He took the present from it and tore it open. There was no card and he raised an eyebrow when he saw what was inside the box.
A necklace laid there. It had a small silver chain and hanging on it was a small, black, glass dog. Harry lifted it to inspect it. Inside there was a small flicker of light. He put it back in the box, closed the lid, and put it on his night stand. Who knew where it came from and with so many people out to kill him, he wasn't going to risk having it choke him to death or something.
He yawned and saw that the bird was sitting on his window sill. It flew away, but Harry could've sworn he saw it wink before it took off. He rolled over and fell asleep. Something he hadn't done in weeks. He knew very well that Ron and Hermione's letter both urged to come to the Order of Phoenix headquarters, where they both were. He also knew that come tomorrow, he'd have to put up with the Dursley's, but he also knew he couldn't go back into that house were Sirius had been forced to live. No, he just couldn't. However, he fell asleep not knowing that, that necklace was a sign. A sign that something wonderful, something strange, something that would change his life forever was about to happen.