F irstly, thanks for letting me adopt this idea bittobetty! (Cookie for you (::)) I hope to make this a really good fanfic. So without further ado, let me begin by saying I do not own Harry Potter, even though I wish I could.
As Harry lay in bed, his mind drifted off into a world of thought of his own. He shuddered as he thought of going back to the Durseleys. He had finally; finally found a place he belonged to, friends to share the joys of friendship with. Hogwarts, with its all its weirdness, was where he really fitted in. It was a home away from home, albeit a better one. The food was good, the lessons not too hard. But people still treated him like he was a mutation. That part did not trouble him much; he was used to it as it was happening for the last two years. Yes, he knew how to speak Parsletounge, what's the big deal? He did not become Voldemort overnight! And did surviving Voldemort's attack when he was a year old do anything useful, contribute to his lifestyle in any way? All he had been given was a scar that throbbed horribly at times, the title of The Boy Who Lived and the right to take up residence at the Durseleys. Nothing useful. If he were given a box of Chocolate Frogs, a set of new robes, quills and rolls of parchment, he would have thought otherwise. That reminded him... He had to buy new robes. He was growing out of his old ones at an alarming rate, courtesy the food at Hogwarts and Molly's concern for his health. A trip to Grignotts would not be out of place. He had been exposed to the extensive wealth of his dead parents in his first year at Hogwarts, when Hagrid had come had come to collect him. He remembered the look on the faces of the Durseleys when they saw Hagrid, and when he said those fateful words that changed his life: "Harry, yer a wizard."
He fumbled about for the photo his parents he kept with him. Putting it in the view of the faint sliver of moonlight peeking from the drawn curtains, he looked his father, noticing, as always, how father and son looked alike. His mother smiled at him from the picture. 'When I get time,' he thought, 'I will try and find out more about them.' He put the photo in the bedside drawer and pulled the sheets over him, getting ready to drift off to sleep.
"Aw, shut up! I'm trying to sleep here!" he silently shouted. These voices in his head, each one varying in their cadences, troubled him even more nowadays. If utter confusion had a voice, it would sound like this. On more than one occasion, he had embarrassed himself by asking people whether they heard voices. They had increased in occurrence nowadays; being only a faint mutter that had began on the day when he turned ten, increasing in intensity as he grew older. Even Dumbledore, the renowned principal of Hogwarts, failed to find an answer to why Harry heard them. And why did they mention such strange things, like the catching of mice and owl treats? It was too strange for him. But there was this deep, aristocratic-sounding and doleful voice that stood out among the cacophony of the hoi polloi. The strange thing about it was that it said only one thing: 'Harry'.
Sirius, in his canine form, looked wistfully in the direction of the Gryffindor dorms. He wished that he could enter the dorm, put his arms around Harry, and tell him all about his parents. He wanted to bring him up as his own son, as he reminded Sirius of James in so many ways; they looked alike, had the same disdain for rules, both were in the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He had been spying on harry since his daring escape from Azkaban. But no, he couldn't. His life had turned topsy-turvy since that incident with Peter Pettigrew. He was branded a convict, packed up and taken to Azkaban. He had managed to escape with difficultly, his abilities as Animagus helping him a lot. If only he were not convicted. He barked out 'Harry' dolefully, putting all his emotions into it. Luckily, all everyone heard was a bark. Oh, if only he knew
A nd...First chapter done! Please review! They brighten up my day, and who doesn't want to be happy? And yeah, I'll do a little promotion here. Please read my other fan fiction, 'Cho-the full story' when you'll get the time.
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