Plot: starts as 5th book finishes, short series I promise!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter they belong to J.K.Rowling and I think now Warner Brothers, right? And I don't own the song lyrics or title of My Immortal that one belongs to the band Evanescence. (
A/N: Okay! Now we've got that out of the way! ON with the fanfiction!
Sirius: My Immortal
I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears...
Harry lay on his bed. He was bored out of his brains. There was nothing to do. There was never anything to do at Privet Drive but this summer was exceptional to all its predecessors.
Everything about the place frustrated Harry to near insanity. There were no friends, no magic, no Dumbledore or Hagrid, and the Dursleys' were acting extremely weird. Harry had immediately accredited this to the warning Moody and Co had given them at the end of term. He had certainly expected a change but not one quite so dramatic or immediate.
The Dursley's had remained silent the entire trip back from the station. There was none of the usual ranting from Uncle Vernon about exactly what he was not to do "under his roof". None of the disdainful looks cast back on him from Aunt Petunia in the front passenger seat and Dudley who was forced to share the back seat with him had pressed himself firmly and fearfully against the inside of the door, putting maximum space between himself and Harry. When they had arrived home the situation got no better.
The Dursleys seemed on-edge and as they went about their business did not dare utter a word in his presence for fear of offending him and having a bunch of angry magical folk turn up on their doorstep. At first Harry thought he could use his new found influence on him to his advantage but whenever he talked to any one of them directly they immediately walked away as if they hadn't heard him. Uncle Vernon's favourite method of dismissing him was to pick up any random object and stare into it as though in a train of deep thought that could not be broken. This irritated Harry to no end when several times he caught Uncle Vernon closely studying a boiled egg as though he'd never seen one before. Even when he screamed at the top of his lungs, "LISTEN TO ME!!!" the only sign that Vernon was not in fact deaf was a twitch of his moustache as he stared more intently into the egg.
Also the Dursley's appeared to have surrendered their house to him, knowing he was not permitted to leave they spent increasingly less and less time there. Early in the morning they discussed over breakfast where they would be for the day. 'I'll be off to visit Ethyl today' said Aunt Petunia,' Poor dear's sick in bed' then she went on to say more loudly and slowly, 'Anyone staying home today can find some leftover chops in the fridge for lunch and heat them up using the microwave'. Uncle Vernon was off to work as usual and Dudley had his regular gang to terrorize the neighborhood with. So Harry once more was left all alone.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter they belong to J.K.Rowling and I think now Warner Brothers, right? And I don't own the song lyrics or title of My Immortal that one belongs to the band Evanescence. (
A/N: Okay! Now we've got that out of the way! ON with the fanfiction!
Sirius: My Immortal
I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears...
Harry lay on his bed. He was bored out of his brains. There was nothing to do. There was never anything to do at Privet Drive but this summer was exceptional to all its predecessors.
Everything about the place frustrated Harry to near insanity. There were no friends, no magic, no Dumbledore or Hagrid, and the Dursleys' were acting extremely weird. Harry had immediately accredited this to the warning Moody and Co had given them at the end of term. He had certainly expected a change but not one quite so dramatic or immediate.
The Dursley's had remained silent the entire trip back from the station. There was none of the usual ranting from Uncle Vernon about exactly what he was not to do "under his roof". None of the disdainful looks cast back on him from Aunt Petunia in the front passenger seat and Dudley who was forced to share the back seat with him had pressed himself firmly and fearfully against the inside of the door, putting maximum space between himself and Harry. When they had arrived home the situation got no better.
The Dursleys seemed on-edge and as they went about their business did not dare utter a word in his presence for fear of offending him and having a bunch of angry magical folk turn up on their doorstep. At first Harry thought he could use his new found influence on him to his advantage but whenever he talked to any one of them directly they immediately walked away as if they hadn't heard him. Uncle Vernon's favourite method of dismissing him was to pick up any random object and stare into it as though in a train of deep thought that could not be broken. This irritated Harry to no end when several times he caught Uncle Vernon closely studying a boiled egg as though he'd never seen one before. Even when he screamed at the top of his lungs, "LISTEN TO ME!!!" the only sign that Vernon was not in fact deaf was a twitch of his moustache as he stared more intently into the egg.
Also the Dursley's appeared to have surrendered their house to him, knowing he was not permitted to leave they spent increasingly less and less time there. Early in the morning they discussed over breakfast where they would be for the day. 'I'll be off to visit Ethyl today' said Aunt Petunia,' Poor dear's sick in bed' then she went on to say more loudly and slowly, 'Anyone staying home today can find some leftover chops in the fridge for lunch and heat them up using the microwave'. Uncle Vernon was off to work as usual and Dudley had his regular gang to terrorize the neighborhood with. So Harry once more was left all alone.
