Hello. This is my first fic, and I think it is a good one. As some
of you may know, the next Harry Potter book will be called Harry Potter and the Order of
the Phoenix. I am trying to do my own Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, seeing
as the real one may not come out for a year or more. I hope you enjoy it! [P] [P]
[B]Chapter 1[/B] [P]
Harry Potter could not sleep. He was miserable and couldn't help thinking about
what had happened the first month of summer vacation.
He had come home from Hogwarts, the school in which he was trained in
wizardry, back to Privet Drive, the house of the Dursly's, his aunt and uncle. He had
spent most of his life there, but it had never felt like home. His uncle Vernon and aunt
Petunia had pretended not to notice him the past few summers, and Harry didn't have a
problem with that. He knew they resented him for being a wizard, and it didn't bother
him at all. He'd rather they not know that he was one of the most well known names in
the wizard world. He'd rather they not know of the fortune he had in the wizard bank
Gringotts. He'd rather they not know that he was the prime target of the most evil wizard
in history Lord Voldemort, whose name most wizards were afraid to speak. Yeah, he
would have loved to be ignored this summer, like all of the others. But one person had
stopped that from happening and had made his summer worse than Harry had expected.
Dudley Dursly.
Dudley was Harry's cousin, and he was the fattest, most spoiled person Harry had
ever met. Harry could remember being beaten up by Dudley many times, all of them
before the discovery that Harry was a wizard, and after that, Dudley had become afraid of
him. All of his life, Dudley had gotten everything he wanted, and would usually break it
or forget about it in about two seconds. The previous summer, however, things began to
change. When Dudley was getting letters home from the school nurse regarding his
weight, and the Durslys were slipping into financial trouble, mostly thanks to Dudley, he
had, for the first time in his life, had limits set upon him. He, along with the rest of them,
so as not to upset Dudley [I]too[/I] much, was put on a steady diet of health snacks. On
the ride home, Harry was expecting that aunt Petunia had cracked, or that Dudley had
thrown another one of his famous temper tantrums, forcing them to abandon the diet, and
sinking the Durselys even further into financial trouble. But after he had said goodbye to
his friends and endured the long, quiet ride home with uncle Vernon, he was surprised to
see a completely different Dudley Durly upon arriving at Privet Drive.
Dudley looked like he had lost about thirty-five pounds. He still wasn't the
thinnest person in the world, but gone was the fat on his butt that before had seemed to
overflow out of his chair when he sat down. However, remaining was the fact that he
was no less of a spoiled brat, and he had a plan, a plan that would ruin Harry's summer
more than Harry had even thought possible.[P]
[B]. . .[/B] [P]
Not even three days after Harry had gotten back from Hogwarts, he had gotten in trouble
for something he didn't do.
Harry had just finished feeding Hedwig, his snowy owl, when there was a knock
at the door of his room. When Harry opened the door he was as surprised as he had ever
been to see Dudley standing there. "So," said Dudley, while, without invitation, walking
into Harry's room, "how's it going?"
"What do you want, Dudley?" demanded Harry in an irritated voice.
"Oh, nothing," Dudley replied, "just wondering how you were doing."
Then he turned and ran down the stairs, screaming at the top of his lungs. Harry,
too tired to really care about what Dudley was trying to pull, got into bed, and just as he
pulled the blanket over his body, uncle Vernon, aunt Petunia, and Dudley, stormed into
Harry's room.
Dudley had made his face look even more ugly, and was wailing, trying to fake
crying. Harry was not fortunate, because anyone in the world would not have bought it,
save two; the unfortunate part is, those two were uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia.
"What do you think you're doing?!" demanded uncle Vernon, looking and
sounding very dangerous.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, very confused as to why uncle
Vernon was so angry, and why Dudley was putting on such a display of waterworks.
"Don't play dumb with me! You were trying to scare Dudley with that hocus-
pocus of yours!" screamed Uncle Vernon. "You can't even use that stuff outside of that
freak school of yours!"
Harry knew that if he said anything to argue, he would be in big trouble, so he just
stared blankly at Uncle Vernon and kept his mouth shut.
Because of Harry's silence, Uncle Vernon was forced to continue, or else look
dumb himself, "If another one of these shenanigans occurs in my house again, you're
never going back to that school, EVER!"
Even with all this, Dudley was still "crying" his eyes out. "It's okay, sweetums,"
said aunt Petunia in her unbearably annoying motherly voice. "How about I get you a
scoop of ice cream?"
Dudley immediately stopped crying. "Two," he prompted.
"Whatever you say, honey."
And with that they all left the room, lastly uncle Vernon, who gave Harry one last
glare.
[I]Oh great,[/I] thought Harry as he got back into bed,[I] it looks like Dudley's
found a way to regain the weight and ruin my life in one blow.[/I] [P]
[B]. . .[/B] [P]
It was three weeks before Dudley got Harry into trouble again. Harry had just let
Hedwig out of her cage to stretch her wings and fly around outside. She liked flying at
night, like most owls.
Suddenly, Harry heard a scream so loud that he wished he were deaf. It was
coming from right outside of his door. It was unmistakably Dudley.
Upon hearing the noise, Hedwig flew back into the house to see what was going
on. While Harry went into the hall to see what was wrong with Dudley this time, she
took a perch on Harry's shoulder.
"What's wrong?!" yelled uncle Vernon, who was running up the stairs, aunt
Petunia right behind him.
"That stupid owl cut me with its claws!" cried Dudley, revealing a big gash on his
forearm. This time Dudley was actually crying.
"I don't know how he got cut," Harry pleaded to his aunt and uncle, "but I know
Hedwig didn't do that! She just came back inside!"
Just then uncle Vernon exploded, hitting Hedwig and knocking her into a wall,
after which she fell to the floor.
"Hedwig!" Harry yelled while bending down to see if she was all right. He was
somewhat encouraged to see that she was conscious, eyes open and hooting hysterically.
But she was in a strange position. She was lying on top of her right wing, which was
bent way back. Harry picked her up and looked at the wing. It was broken.
of you may know, the next Harry Potter book will be called Harry Potter and the Order of
the Phoenix. I am trying to do my own Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, seeing
as the real one may not come out for a year or more. I hope you enjoy it! [P] [P]
[B]Chapter 1[/B] [P]
Harry Potter could not sleep. He was miserable and couldn't help thinking about
what had happened the first month of summer vacation.
He had come home from Hogwarts, the school in which he was trained in
wizardry, back to Privet Drive, the house of the Dursly's, his aunt and uncle. He had
spent most of his life there, but it had never felt like home. His uncle Vernon and aunt
Petunia had pretended not to notice him the past few summers, and Harry didn't have a
problem with that. He knew they resented him for being a wizard, and it didn't bother
him at all. He'd rather they not know that he was one of the most well known names in
the wizard world. He'd rather they not know of the fortune he had in the wizard bank
Gringotts. He'd rather they not know that he was the prime target of the most evil wizard
in history Lord Voldemort, whose name most wizards were afraid to speak. Yeah, he
would have loved to be ignored this summer, like all of the others. But one person had
stopped that from happening and had made his summer worse than Harry had expected.
Dudley Dursly.
Dudley was Harry's cousin, and he was the fattest, most spoiled person Harry had
ever met. Harry could remember being beaten up by Dudley many times, all of them
before the discovery that Harry was a wizard, and after that, Dudley had become afraid of
him. All of his life, Dudley had gotten everything he wanted, and would usually break it
or forget about it in about two seconds. The previous summer, however, things began to
change. When Dudley was getting letters home from the school nurse regarding his
weight, and the Durslys were slipping into financial trouble, mostly thanks to Dudley, he
had, for the first time in his life, had limits set upon him. He, along with the rest of them,
so as not to upset Dudley [I]too[/I] much, was put on a steady diet of health snacks. On
the ride home, Harry was expecting that aunt Petunia had cracked, or that Dudley had
thrown another one of his famous temper tantrums, forcing them to abandon the diet, and
sinking the Durselys even further into financial trouble. But after he had said goodbye to
his friends and endured the long, quiet ride home with uncle Vernon, he was surprised to
see a completely different Dudley Durly upon arriving at Privet Drive.
Dudley looked like he had lost about thirty-five pounds. He still wasn't the
thinnest person in the world, but gone was the fat on his butt that before had seemed to
overflow out of his chair when he sat down. However, remaining was the fact that he
was no less of a spoiled brat, and he had a plan, a plan that would ruin Harry's summer
more than Harry had even thought possible.[P]
[B]. . .[/B] [P]
Not even three days after Harry had gotten back from Hogwarts, he had gotten in trouble
for something he didn't do.
Harry had just finished feeding Hedwig, his snowy owl, when there was a knock
at the door of his room. When Harry opened the door he was as surprised as he had ever
been to see Dudley standing there. "So," said Dudley, while, without invitation, walking
into Harry's room, "how's it going?"
"What do you want, Dudley?" demanded Harry in an irritated voice.
"Oh, nothing," Dudley replied, "just wondering how you were doing."
Then he turned and ran down the stairs, screaming at the top of his lungs. Harry,
too tired to really care about what Dudley was trying to pull, got into bed, and just as he
pulled the blanket over his body, uncle Vernon, aunt Petunia, and Dudley, stormed into
Harry's room.
Dudley had made his face look even more ugly, and was wailing, trying to fake
crying. Harry was not fortunate, because anyone in the world would not have bought it,
save two; the unfortunate part is, those two were uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia.
"What do you think you're doing?!" demanded uncle Vernon, looking and
sounding very dangerous.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, very confused as to why uncle
Vernon was so angry, and why Dudley was putting on such a display of waterworks.
"Don't play dumb with me! You were trying to scare Dudley with that hocus-
pocus of yours!" screamed Uncle Vernon. "You can't even use that stuff outside of that
freak school of yours!"
Harry knew that if he said anything to argue, he would be in big trouble, so he just
stared blankly at Uncle Vernon and kept his mouth shut.
Because of Harry's silence, Uncle Vernon was forced to continue, or else look
dumb himself, "If another one of these shenanigans occurs in my house again, you're
never going back to that school, EVER!"
Even with all this, Dudley was still "crying" his eyes out. "It's okay, sweetums,"
said aunt Petunia in her unbearably annoying motherly voice. "How about I get you a
scoop of ice cream?"
Dudley immediately stopped crying. "Two," he prompted.
"Whatever you say, honey."
And with that they all left the room, lastly uncle Vernon, who gave Harry one last
glare.
[I]Oh great,[/I] thought Harry as he got back into bed,[I] it looks like Dudley's
found a way to regain the weight and ruin my life in one blow.[/I] [P]
[B]. . .[/B] [P]
It was three weeks before Dudley got Harry into trouble again. Harry had just let
Hedwig out of her cage to stretch her wings and fly around outside. She liked flying at
night, like most owls.
Suddenly, Harry heard a scream so loud that he wished he were deaf. It was
coming from right outside of his door. It was unmistakably Dudley.
Upon hearing the noise, Hedwig flew back into the house to see what was going
on. While Harry went into the hall to see what was wrong with Dudley this time, she
took a perch on Harry's shoulder.
"What's wrong?!" yelled uncle Vernon, who was running up the stairs, aunt
Petunia right behind him.
"That stupid owl cut me with its claws!" cried Dudley, revealing a big gash on his
forearm. This time Dudley was actually crying.
"I don't know how he got cut," Harry pleaded to his aunt and uncle, "but I know
Hedwig didn't do that! She just came back inside!"
Just then uncle Vernon exploded, hitting Hedwig and knocking her into a wall,
after which she fell to the floor.
"Hedwig!" Harry yelled while bending down to see if she was all right. He was
somewhat encouraged to see that she was conscious, eyes open and hooting hysterically.
But she was in a strange position. She was lying on top of her right wing, which was
bent way back. Harry picked her up and looked at the wing. It was broken.