{My first fanfic, hope its good. plz R/R}
disclaimer-Harry Potter is not mine, it belongs to J.K. Rowling, and Id
like to take this chance to thank her for creating a world full of magic in
which I can escape to when my life becomes too overwhelming to handle.
Harry awoke with a plummeting feeling in his stomach. He awoke to it every day now. He stared at the ceiling of his room at number 4 Privet drive, blurry-ness clouding his vision for he did not have his glasses on, and once again relived the tragedy that had happened only weeks prior. It played in his head so vividly it was as if he were there again, watching helplessly, unable to change the outcome. Again he saw the fragile glass ball shatter into tiny fragmented pieces on the stone step. Again he watched as a transparent Trelawny silently recounted the lost prophecy. Once again he saw Dumbledore run down the steps to face the still battling death eaters. Then it came, the part Harry dreaded re-living each morning he opened his eyes. He saw his godfather and Bellatrix Lestrange. They were the only pair left fighting. Then came the first jet of light from Belatrix's wand, which Sirius dodged. He heard his godfather speak for the last time, then watched as another beam of light hit him head on. Harry felt his heart sink once again as he saw Sirius fall through the veil.. "Why Sirius", Harry said aloud "Why him?" His despair was instantly overcome by fury. He still blamed himself. Every day he lived with the guilt of knowing that he could have stopped it. He could have saved him..... He couldn't dwell on the thought any longer. He feared that if he kept thinking of ways he could have changed what happened, it might all become too much to handle. Just as he stepped out of bed, he was nearly beheaded by an owl that came flying through his open window. The owl eagerly flew around and around Harry's head and began to make him dizzy. "What the-oh, hi Pig." Harry immediately recognized the owl as Pigwidgeon, his best friend Ron Weasley's owl. There was a rolled up piece of parchment tied to his leg. "From Ron Im guessing?" The owl squawked enthusiasticly and continued to fly around and around tirelessly. Harry finally managed to grab untie the parchment from Pig's foot and place him into Hedwigs empty cage to rest. She still wasn't back from the previous night. Harry read the letter carefully:
Harry,
I hope theyre treating you okay over there, though Id like to see the look on your aunts face if Moody or Lupin showed up at your door. Anyway, I have good news. Dumbledore has said that you can come stay with us the first week of August, that is, if youre up to it. Mum already has the cot out of storage waiting for you.
Cant wait to see ya mate!
P.S. Hermoine'll be coming down the week before term start, shes bringing crookshanks(ugh).
Hope to see you soon,
Ron Weasley
Harry smiled slightly at the thought of seeing his best friends again. Just has he was about to sit back down on his bed and write back to Ron, he was stopped by his aunts high pitched voice yelling at him to come and make dinner. Is it really that late? harry thought to himself. he usually had at least an hour before he was being called down to perform his morning chores. Although the threat his aunt and uncle had received at the end of the previous term had made them lighten up a bit, they were still nagging him constantly. I cant stand it much longer. Harry stole a glance at his calendar. It was July 19. Less than 2 weeks. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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Harry awoke with a plummeting feeling in his stomach. He awoke to it every day now. He stared at the ceiling of his room at number 4 Privet drive, blurry-ness clouding his vision for he did not have his glasses on, and once again relived the tragedy that had happened only weeks prior. It played in his head so vividly it was as if he were there again, watching helplessly, unable to change the outcome. Again he saw the fragile glass ball shatter into tiny fragmented pieces on the stone step. Again he watched as a transparent Trelawny silently recounted the lost prophecy. Once again he saw Dumbledore run down the steps to face the still battling death eaters. Then it came, the part Harry dreaded re-living each morning he opened his eyes. He saw his godfather and Bellatrix Lestrange. They were the only pair left fighting. Then came the first jet of light from Belatrix's wand, which Sirius dodged. He heard his godfather speak for the last time, then watched as another beam of light hit him head on. Harry felt his heart sink once again as he saw Sirius fall through the veil.. "Why Sirius", Harry said aloud "Why him?" His despair was instantly overcome by fury. He still blamed himself. Every day he lived with the guilt of knowing that he could have stopped it. He could have saved him..... He couldn't dwell on the thought any longer. He feared that if he kept thinking of ways he could have changed what happened, it might all become too much to handle. Just as he stepped out of bed, he was nearly beheaded by an owl that came flying through his open window. The owl eagerly flew around and around Harry's head and began to make him dizzy. "What the-oh, hi Pig." Harry immediately recognized the owl as Pigwidgeon, his best friend Ron Weasley's owl. There was a rolled up piece of parchment tied to his leg. "From Ron Im guessing?" The owl squawked enthusiasticly and continued to fly around and around tirelessly. Harry finally managed to grab untie the parchment from Pig's foot and place him into Hedwigs empty cage to rest. She still wasn't back from the previous night. Harry read the letter carefully:
Harry,
I hope theyre treating you okay over there, though Id like to see the look on your aunts face if Moody or Lupin showed up at your door. Anyway, I have good news. Dumbledore has said that you can come stay with us the first week of August, that is, if youre up to it. Mum already has the cot out of storage waiting for you.
Cant wait to see ya mate!
P.S. Hermoine'll be coming down the week before term start, shes bringing crookshanks(ugh).
Hope to see you soon,
Ron Weasley
Harry smiled slightly at the thought of seeing his best friends again. Just has he was about to sit back down on his bed and write back to Ron, he was stopped by his aunts high pitched voice yelling at him to come and make dinner. Is it really that late? harry thought to himself. he usually had at least an hour before he was being called down to perform his morning chores. Although the threat his aunt and uncle had received at the end of the previous term had made them lighten up a bit, they were still nagging him constantly. I cant stand it much longer. Harry stole a glance at his calendar. It was July 19. Less than 2 weeks. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK PLZ!! I NEED TO KNOW IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE MORE!