Would you die tonight for love?
Chapter one: Unexpected Gifts
A scream tore through the silence of night, like a knife through silk. Harry Potter sat up strait, and screamed in agony. He clutched his
forehead with one hand, while he searched clumsily and blindly for his glasses with the other. He placed his searching hand on his bedside table, and as he swept it for his glasses, he knocked over his lamp. With a crash
it fell to the floor, glass shards spraying everywhere. "POTTER!" Harry heard his Uncle Vernon's voice, followed by heavy footsteps
coming down the hall to where Harry resided. Harry's door swung open, and slammed against the opposite wall. There in
the doorway stood his Uncle. He looked extremely angry, and his face resembled a beet. Harry's eyes were tearing up, as the white-hot pain in
his forehead continued to burn.
"What the devil are you doing boy?! It's 3:00 A.M! 3:00!" Uncle Vernon
yelled angrily. Harry could only gasp in pain as a reply. He was still
searching for his glasses.
His Uncle Vernon grabbed him by the collar, and picked him up gruffly. "What the devil are you doing in here boy? Don't you believe in sleep? Or did that freak school of yours teach you how to stay up all night and make
as much noise as possible?!" Harry's Uncle spat. Harry figured it was a
rhetorical question, and didn't answer, not that he could even if he
wanted. Harry's Uncle was uncomfortably close to Harry. Harry let out
another gasp of pain. His Uncle raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? That scar bothering you again?" Uncle Vernon sneered. Harry
didn't dare nod. Uncle Vernon let out a little laugh. It sounded scary. "Oh.. So this is why you've woken up the entire house eh? You're bloody
scar is giving you a headache.." Harry grimaced as it seared with pain
again. His Uncle finally let Harry fall to the ground. "I'm warning you boy.. One more stunt like this, and I'll throw you out on the streets.." His Uncle growled. Harry nodded reluctantly, and his Uncle
left, leaving Harry to concentrate on the now, fading pain.
After about 10 minutes, the pain had totally subsided. Harry looked
into his mirror, and saw a 16-year boy looking right back at him. Harry glanced over to the calendar, and noticed it was his birthday. But not just any birthday. His 16th birthday. Harry frowned at the fact not one of his friends had sent him a birthday card yet. Usually, they sent them a week
early, but he hadn't received one yet. He slumped down on his bed, and
buried his head in his hands. He sighed heavily, and then let his gaze
drift out to the night sky.
He sprung up, when he saw an owl out side of his window. It was a magnificent eagle owl. Harry had only seen one like it before, and that was when he'd seen Draco Malfoy's owl for the first and only time. He raised a brow as whether to open the window or not. But he immediately rushed for
the window when he saw the owl was about to collapse from carrying the
heavy looking package that it was.
The owl tumbled in, and collapsed on Harry's bed. Harry brought over Hedwig's empty cage, and put the owl in it. With a weary hoot of thanks, it began to gulp down water. Harry picked the parcel the owl had dropped on his bed, and looked at it cautiously. Should he open it? What if it really
was from Malfoy? Would it be a hex as a birthday prank? Did Malfoy even know it was Harry's 16th birthday? Harry decided he didn't, and opened the
parcel anyway. A piece of paper fluttered down from the opened box, and Harry bent over to pick it up. He then realized he still hadn't obtained
his glasses. He looked around, and saw them on his desk next to an open
book. He crossed the room, put them on, and read the letter.
Dear Harry, Though you know not who I am, please open your gift anyway. I promise to you that it is perfectly safe. If I revealed my identity, you'd be sure to
reject the gift.
Happy 16th Birthday.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
Harry looked at the letter three times over, before curiosity overcame him, and he went and grabbed the box. The box was embroidered in leather, With
Harry's name engraved on it in gold. Harry lifted the lid of the box
slowly, and closed his eyes, ready for a hex to shoot out. He waited a
moment, and then opened one eye cautiously. He saw yet another piece of
parchment. He lifted it up. It was a poem.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You've no idea how long
I've had my eye on you.
Harry blushed slightly. Who would write such things about him? Maybe it was a Gryffindor girl. Just another fanatic Harry decided. But when his eyes met the contents of the box, he knew no first year could have sent it. It was a photo. Actually three photos. All in magnificent frames. All bordered
with gold trimming. The first photo was of Harry's parents as students. They looked so young. Harry smiled down at the two people smiling and waving back at him. Harry put that one aside reluctantly, and moved on to the next. He saw himself. Only he was on his Nimbus 2000, looking very spectacular, as he caught the snitch. He then realized it was him, only from first year. The first time he caught the snitch, he'd caught it in his mouth. He smiled, as he watched
himself show off in the photo. Then, he moved to the last one. It was blank. Harry didn't understand. Maybe the people in the photo had left for a while. He shrugged, and set all three on his bedside table. He smiled,
and lay back down on his bed, letting sleep over take him.
Chapter two
The morning sun shone through Harry's window unmercifully. He groaned, and remembered the events of earlier that morning. He tried to rub his eyes, but something sharp cut his hand. It was a shallow cut, much like a paper
cut, but it still hurt. Harry stuck the injured side of his hand in his mouth. His blood came out slowly, hitting his tongue with the all familiar
metallic taste of his own blood. With his free hand, he reached up, and felt his glasses. He'd left them on. When he removed them, he saw that one
of the lenses was broken, and there was blood on the tip of the broken glass. He sighed angrily. He threw his glasses to the floor in frustration,
knowing his Aunt and Uncle wouldn't pay to have his glasses fixed. He'd just have to wait for September 1st to roll around, and then he could get
Hermoine to repair them, like she often did. He smiled at first, when he thought of her. But then it faded into a frown, as he realized his friends hadn't contacted him at all. He picked up his glasses, and put them on. He imagined he looked rather silly with one lens broken, and the other badly scratched, but he didn't look in the mirror.
Instead, he went over to his desk, and scribbled a note onto a piece of
spare parchment.
Dear Hermoine and Ron (If you're there), What's going on? Why haven't you contacted me all summer? What's going on
with you-know-what? How's everybody? Answer as soon as you can please!
Much love,
Harry
Harry rolled up the parchment, and secured it with a piece of string. He looked over to Hedwig's cage, and saw the eagle owl from that morning. It was snoozing peacefully, but Harry looked around in search for Hedwig. Then
he saw her perched upon his wardrobe, and looking very irritated. "Sorry girl.. He was weak and needed a place to rest.. He'll be gone by the time you get back form delivering this letter to Hermoine.." He felt a lump
in his throat as he spoke her name. Hedwig merely hooted stiffly, and fluttered down to Harry's shoulder. He
tied the note to her leg, and stroked her head. "Hurry back. And don't leave without a reply!" Harry called after her, as
she soared away into the distance. He then turned to the snoozing owl. He looked at it sideways, and noticed how magnificent the owl really was. He took a couple steps foreword to see
it closer. After about 5 minutes of silent admiring stares from Harry, Harry decided he should write a thank you note to the mysterious sender. It
was at least to make the owl's trip back worth while.
He once again went to his desk, grabbed a scrap piece of parchment. He
paused as he thought of what to say. He sighed, and looked over to his bedside table. He saw himself, and his parents snoozing in their frames. But the empty one remained uninhabited. Harry bit the tip of his quill, and
then began to write.
Dear Mysterious gift sender, I want to thank you for the beautiful, and gracious gifts you've given me.
I was sure that no one remembered my birthday this year, but I'm glad I know at least that one person did. Thanks again. I hope one day, you can tell me who you really are. I'm curious as to what one person would spend
that much money on me.
Cheers!
Harry J. Potter He nodded, after reading it through twice. He then went over the cage, and
gently prodded the sleeping owl. He woke with a start, and a warning hoot. Harry grinned, and then opened
the cage.
"Hey.. Erm.. Could you take this back with you? I don't need a reply..."
Harry told the owl, as he cautiously tied the note to the owl's leg. He carried the owl on his arm over to the open window, and held his arm out
for it to fly away. It took of at once, with a powerful gust, almost
knocking Harry over.
When Harry regained his balance, he saw the owl flying away into the
morning sun. "Potter! If you want to eat this morning you'd better get down here!" Harry heard his Aunts shrilly voice call from downstairs. He groaned, and then trudged towards the door, wanting to have been watching the owl fly away gracefully, instead of eating uncomfortably under the ever-watchful eye of
his Uncle.
When Harry reached the kitchen, the smell of bacon smacked him right in the face. He smiled lightly at the wonderful smell, and sat himself down across
from his Uncle, whom was reading the newspaper like every morning. As Harry ate, he thought of who his mysterious gift sender was, and where they were now. Being so deep in thought gave Harry a glazed over look and the small smile on his face didn't help it. When his Uncle Vernon looked away from his paper and saw Harry, he began to tell his wife how Harry was
become mad. His Aunt agreed like usual, and then started off about how Hogwarts (though she referred to it as 'that freak school of his') was a
horrid place, and how glad she was that neither she nor Dudley had the misfortune to be accepted there. His Uncle agreed, and they then started
talking about what bothered them the most about Harry's school. "The fact that they're all freaks is what the problem is!" Dudley announced
as he entered the kitchen.
"But then again, they'd all have to be freaks to accept someone like Potter." He added in an undertone to Harry. Harry snapped out of his trance
like state at the sound of his name.
"Well, if we're all freaks Dudley, why aren't you there as well?" Harry
retaliated.
"Because.. I uh..."Dudley stammered, as he tried to think of a comeback. "–wouldn't fit threw the doors?" Harry finished Dudley's sentence before Dudley had the chance too. Harry snickered at the dumbfounded and now angry looking Dudley. Harry gobbled down his breakfast, and ran upstairs before
Dudley had gathered up enough strength to get up after him.
When Harry arrived up stairs, he immediately shut the door and locked
it in fear of his cousin coming in and beating the crud out of Harry. He looked over at his bed, and saw that Hedwig was sitting on it, looking
rather aggravated still.
"Hey girl. Have you got a reply to give me?" Harry asked, cautiously nearing the owl. She hooted in reply, and stuck out her leg, revealing a
roll of parchment. Harry smiled, and took it gently from her leg. He was rather shocked when the reply had blood on it, but as he read it he
understood.
Dear Harry,
We're all fine! And yes, Ron and I are both here. I'm staying over his house. Been here all summer. We've been.. Um, Clearing some things up. It's pretty hectic around here. Sorry for not sending you a gift or even a hello for your birthday, but we haven't the money. (We as in Ron and I). We hope
your well. Why's Hedwig pecking me? Ouch. Oh no. Now I'm bleeding. I guess she really wants a reply! Well, sorry if it's a bit blood splattered.
Much Love!
Hermione and Ron
Harry breathed out a sigh of relief. He put the letter away, in the drawer
of his desk he had designated especially for letters. He looked up, and
noticed Hedwig staring at him. "Good job girl. Here.. "Harry said, rummaging through his school bag. He finally found it. IT was a bag of owl treats. He threw her two, then turned
his attention to her cage.
It was being once again inhabbited by the eagle owl.
"Why'd you come back? I told you, I didn't want a reply!" Harry said. The owl turned it's head sideways, and just gave an innocent hoot. Harry
threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.
"Fine. Gimme the bloody reply." He growled and took it.
He sat down at his desk and started reading.
My Dearest Harry, You're welcome. I hope you have a wonderful remaining holiday. I await the
day of September first when I get to see you once again.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
Harry smiled. He liked the feeling this person gave him. It was soothing. It made him feel wanted. Still smiling, he put the letter into his trunk
so he'd have them when he went back to school.
It was going to be an interesting year.
Chapter one: Unexpected Gifts
A scream tore through the silence of night, like a knife through silk. Harry Potter sat up strait, and screamed in agony. He clutched his
forehead with one hand, while he searched clumsily and blindly for his glasses with the other. He placed his searching hand on his bedside table, and as he swept it for his glasses, he knocked over his lamp. With a crash
it fell to the floor, glass shards spraying everywhere. "POTTER!" Harry heard his Uncle Vernon's voice, followed by heavy footsteps
coming down the hall to where Harry resided. Harry's door swung open, and slammed against the opposite wall. There in
the doorway stood his Uncle. He looked extremely angry, and his face resembled a beet. Harry's eyes were tearing up, as the white-hot pain in
his forehead continued to burn.
"What the devil are you doing boy?! It's 3:00 A.M! 3:00!" Uncle Vernon
yelled angrily. Harry could only gasp in pain as a reply. He was still
searching for his glasses.
His Uncle Vernon grabbed him by the collar, and picked him up gruffly. "What the devil are you doing in here boy? Don't you believe in sleep? Or did that freak school of yours teach you how to stay up all night and make
as much noise as possible?!" Harry's Uncle spat. Harry figured it was a
rhetorical question, and didn't answer, not that he could even if he
wanted. Harry's Uncle was uncomfortably close to Harry. Harry let out
another gasp of pain. His Uncle raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? That scar bothering you again?" Uncle Vernon sneered. Harry
didn't dare nod. Uncle Vernon let out a little laugh. It sounded scary. "Oh.. So this is why you've woken up the entire house eh? You're bloody
scar is giving you a headache.." Harry grimaced as it seared with pain
again. His Uncle finally let Harry fall to the ground. "I'm warning you boy.. One more stunt like this, and I'll throw you out on the streets.." His Uncle growled. Harry nodded reluctantly, and his Uncle
left, leaving Harry to concentrate on the now, fading pain.
After about 10 minutes, the pain had totally subsided. Harry looked
into his mirror, and saw a 16-year boy looking right back at him. Harry glanced over to the calendar, and noticed it was his birthday. But not just any birthday. His 16th birthday. Harry frowned at the fact not one of his friends had sent him a birthday card yet. Usually, they sent them a week
early, but he hadn't received one yet. He slumped down on his bed, and
buried his head in his hands. He sighed heavily, and then let his gaze
drift out to the night sky.
He sprung up, when he saw an owl out side of his window. It was a magnificent eagle owl. Harry had only seen one like it before, and that was when he'd seen Draco Malfoy's owl for the first and only time. He raised a brow as whether to open the window or not. But he immediately rushed for
the window when he saw the owl was about to collapse from carrying the
heavy looking package that it was.
The owl tumbled in, and collapsed on Harry's bed. Harry brought over Hedwig's empty cage, and put the owl in it. With a weary hoot of thanks, it began to gulp down water. Harry picked the parcel the owl had dropped on his bed, and looked at it cautiously. Should he open it? What if it really
was from Malfoy? Would it be a hex as a birthday prank? Did Malfoy even know it was Harry's 16th birthday? Harry decided he didn't, and opened the
parcel anyway. A piece of paper fluttered down from the opened box, and Harry bent over to pick it up. He then realized he still hadn't obtained
his glasses. He looked around, and saw them on his desk next to an open
book. He crossed the room, put them on, and read the letter.
Dear Harry, Though you know not who I am, please open your gift anyway. I promise to you that it is perfectly safe. If I revealed my identity, you'd be sure to
reject the gift.
Happy 16th Birthday.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
Harry looked at the letter three times over, before curiosity overcame him, and he went and grabbed the box. The box was embroidered in leather, With
Harry's name engraved on it in gold. Harry lifted the lid of the box
slowly, and closed his eyes, ready for a hex to shoot out. He waited a
moment, and then opened one eye cautiously. He saw yet another piece of
parchment. He lifted it up. It was a poem.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You've no idea how long
I've had my eye on you.
Harry blushed slightly. Who would write such things about him? Maybe it was a Gryffindor girl. Just another fanatic Harry decided. But when his eyes met the contents of the box, he knew no first year could have sent it. It was a photo. Actually three photos. All in magnificent frames. All bordered
with gold trimming. The first photo was of Harry's parents as students. They looked so young. Harry smiled down at the two people smiling and waving back at him. Harry put that one aside reluctantly, and moved on to the next. He saw himself. Only he was on his Nimbus 2000, looking very spectacular, as he caught the snitch. He then realized it was him, only from first year. The first time he caught the snitch, he'd caught it in his mouth. He smiled, as he watched
himself show off in the photo. Then, he moved to the last one. It was blank. Harry didn't understand. Maybe the people in the photo had left for a while. He shrugged, and set all three on his bedside table. He smiled,
and lay back down on his bed, letting sleep over take him.
Chapter two
The morning sun shone through Harry's window unmercifully. He groaned, and remembered the events of earlier that morning. He tried to rub his eyes, but something sharp cut his hand. It was a shallow cut, much like a paper
cut, but it still hurt. Harry stuck the injured side of his hand in his mouth. His blood came out slowly, hitting his tongue with the all familiar
metallic taste of his own blood. With his free hand, he reached up, and felt his glasses. He'd left them on. When he removed them, he saw that one
of the lenses was broken, and there was blood on the tip of the broken glass. He sighed angrily. He threw his glasses to the floor in frustration,
knowing his Aunt and Uncle wouldn't pay to have his glasses fixed. He'd just have to wait for September 1st to roll around, and then he could get
Hermoine to repair them, like she often did. He smiled at first, when he thought of her. But then it faded into a frown, as he realized his friends hadn't contacted him at all. He picked up his glasses, and put them on. He imagined he looked rather silly with one lens broken, and the other badly scratched, but he didn't look in the mirror.
Instead, he went over to his desk, and scribbled a note onto a piece of
spare parchment.
Dear Hermoine and Ron (If you're there), What's going on? Why haven't you contacted me all summer? What's going on
with you-know-what? How's everybody? Answer as soon as you can please!
Much love,
Harry
Harry rolled up the parchment, and secured it with a piece of string. He looked over to Hedwig's cage, and saw the eagle owl from that morning. It was snoozing peacefully, but Harry looked around in search for Hedwig. Then
he saw her perched upon his wardrobe, and looking very irritated. "Sorry girl.. He was weak and needed a place to rest.. He'll be gone by the time you get back form delivering this letter to Hermoine.." He felt a lump
in his throat as he spoke her name. Hedwig merely hooted stiffly, and fluttered down to Harry's shoulder. He
tied the note to her leg, and stroked her head. "Hurry back. And don't leave without a reply!" Harry called after her, as
she soared away into the distance. He then turned to the snoozing owl. He looked at it sideways, and noticed how magnificent the owl really was. He took a couple steps foreword to see
it closer. After about 5 minutes of silent admiring stares from Harry, Harry decided he should write a thank you note to the mysterious sender. It
was at least to make the owl's trip back worth while.
He once again went to his desk, grabbed a scrap piece of parchment. He
paused as he thought of what to say. He sighed, and looked over to his bedside table. He saw himself, and his parents snoozing in their frames. But the empty one remained uninhabited. Harry bit the tip of his quill, and
then began to write.
Dear Mysterious gift sender, I want to thank you for the beautiful, and gracious gifts you've given me.
I was sure that no one remembered my birthday this year, but I'm glad I know at least that one person did. Thanks again. I hope one day, you can tell me who you really are. I'm curious as to what one person would spend
that much money on me.
Cheers!
Harry J. Potter He nodded, after reading it through twice. He then went over the cage, and
gently prodded the sleeping owl. He woke with a start, and a warning hoot. Harry grinned, and then opened
the cage.
"Hey.. Erm.. Could you take this back with you? I don't need a reply..."
Harry told the owl, as he cautiously tied the note to the owl's leg. He carried the owl on his arm over to the open window, and held his arm out
for it to fly away. It took of at once, with a powerful gust, almost
knocking Harry over.
When Harry regained his balance, he saw the owl flying away into the
morning sun. "Potter! If you want to eat this morning you'd better get down here!" Harry heard his Aunts shrilly voice call from downstairs. He groaned, and then trudged towards the door, wanting to have been watching the owl fly away gracefully, instead of eating uncomfortably under the ever-watchful eye of
his Uncle.
When Harry reached the kitchen, the smell of bacon smacked him right in the face. He smiled lightly at the wonderful smell, and sat himself down across
from his Uncle, whom was reading the newspaper like every morning. As Harry ate, he thought of who his mysterious gift sender was, and where they were now. Being so deep in thought gave Harry a glazed over look and the small smile on his face didn't help it. When his Uncle Vernon looked away from his paper and saw Harry, he began to tell his wife how Harry was
become mad. His Aunt agreed like usual, and then started off about how Hogwarts (though she referred to it as 'that freak school of his') was a
horrid place, and how glad she was that neither she nor Dudley had the misfortune to be accepted there. His Uncle agreed, and they then started
talking about what bothered them the most about Harry's school. "The fact that they're all freaks is what the problem is!" Dudley announced
as he entered the kitchen.
"But then again, they'd all have to be freaks to accept someone like Potter." He added in an undertone to Harry. Harry snapped out of his trance
like state at the sound of his name.
"Well, if we're all freaks Dudley, why aren't you there as well?" Harry
retaliated.
"Because.. I uh..."Dudley stammered, as he tried to think of a comeback. "–wouldn't fit threw the doors?" Harry finished Dudley's sentence before Dudley had the chance too. Harry snickered at the dumbfounded and now angry looking Dudley. Harry gobbled down his breakfast, and ran upstairs before
Dudley had gathered up enough strength to get up after him.
When Harry arrived up stairs, he immediately shut the door and locked
it in fear of his cousin coming in and beating the crud out of Harry. He looked over at his bed, and saw that Hedwig was sitting on it, looking
rather aggravated still.
"Hey girl. Have you got a reply to give me?" Harry asked, cautiously nearing the owl. She hooted in reply, and stuck out her leg, revealing a
roll of parchment. Harry smiled, and took it gently from her leg. He was rather shocked when the reply had blood on it, but as he read it he
understood.
Dear Harry,
We're all fine! And yes, Ron and I are both here. I'm staying over his house. Been here all summer. We've been.. Um, Clearing some things up. It's pretty hectic around here. Sorry for not sending you a gift or even a hello for your birthday, but we haven't the money. (We as in Ron and I). We hope
your well. Why's Hedwig pecking me? Ouch. Oh no. Now I'm bleeding. I guess she really wants a reply! Well, sorry if it's a bit blood splattered.
Much Love!
Hermione and Ron
Harry breathed out a sigh of relief. He put the letter away, in the drawer
of his desk he had designated especially for letters. He looked up, and
noticed Hedwig staring at him. "Good job girl. Here.. "Harry said, rummaging through his school bag. He finally found it. IT was a bag of owl treats. He threw her two, then turned
his attention to her cage.
It was being once again inhabbited by the eagle owl.
"Why'd you come back? I told you, I didn't want a reply!" Harry said. The owl turned it's head sideways, and just gave an innocent hoot. Harry
threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.
"Fine. Gimme the bloody reply." He growled and took it.
He sat down at his desk and started reading.
My Dearest Harry, You're welcome. I hope you have a wonderful remaining holiday. I await the
day of September first when I get to see you once again.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
Harry smiled. He liked the feeling this person gave him. It was soothing. It made him feel wanted. Still smiling, he put the letter into his trunk
so he'd have them when he went back to school.
It was going to be an interesting year.
