Now at 14, Harry Potter walked through Kingscross Station accompanied by
his Aunt and Uncle. He was mortally depressed about the prospect of another
summer on Privet Drive. They were almost at the door when he was stopped by
Cho Chang, the prettiest girl in the 5th year. "Hi Harry" she said quickly
eyeing his guardians. "Well I will see you soon" she sad blushing and
hurrying off. Harry had made Cho blush, if there was any start to the
summer he favored this had to be it.
Happiness was in short supply on privet drive. It was the heat that mainly caused the lack of commotion. But 15 year old Harry Potter had other reasons. And when you're like him you come to expect that. He had jet black hair that had never been neat in his life. His eyes were emerald green and he wore a sweat drenched tee shirt that was to his knees. One would think that he was crazy to be outside in this weather. But this was the only quite place for Harry. His Guardians, uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia hated him. Harry's parents had fallen trying to save him from voldomort the darkest wizard for over a century. After voldomort had disposed of his parents he had set off to kill Harry. Bur instead of the curse killing Harry, it had rebounded upon himself. Barley alive, voldomort fled. From the Dursley's regarded they though him to be a freak. Most people would. That is only if they knew his secret. You see Harry wasn't normal. He didn't go to school and learn hoe to read and write. Instead he went to a school that taught magic to young witches and wizards. Yes magic, it was on the night of his 11th birthday that he had found out he was a wizard, and that his guardians had known and hid it from him. He then left the Dursley's to attend Hogwarts. He had spent the best 4 years of his life there. But at the end of the latest one it hadn't been so graphic. It was there he saw voldomort rise again.
Every day now since the beginning of summer, Harry had listened in to every conversation, ordered every paper and watched any news that he could get for any sign of death or disappearances. The few letters Harry got were always vague and misleading. But Harry reluctantly understood as Ron and Hermione kept telling him. Harry left his scorching room and walked down the stairs to the kitchen where he was by most regards unwelcome. But Harry didn't care, if he had to be cooked up in this me torture house, he was going to have some freedom whether the Dursley's liked it or not. "If you are going to be here make yourself useful" Uncle Vernon said pointing to a broom. "No thanks" Harry replied dully. "Don't talk to me like that boy" he roared. "I will if I want" Harry retorted. Harry had really done it this time. Vernon swept over to him, his fist ready to swing. Without notice there was a loud bark. "What the devil was that" He said running to the hallway. Harry beat him to it. To Harry's shock there standing at the door was a large shaggy looking dog Harry recognized as Sirius. Sirius transformed, and Aunt Petunia shrieked. "You" she said shiningly. "Me" Sirius mimicked laughing. "I'm Sirius Black convicted murder and Harry's godfather" Sirius said into uncle Vernon's frightened, and blank face. "And I will be staying for a few days, that is unless you have any objections. Harry turned to see both Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon shake there heads.
Harry escorted Sirius up to Dudley's room, which Uncle Vernon graciously gave him. Dudley who was raged at his decision agreed for his own sake and moved his things to the old Cupboard that Harry had occupied for his first ten years. "I needed a place to hide, and Dumbledore wanted extra protection for you, but we can't discuss anything more related to that" Sirius said to the displeasure of Harry. "It's too risky, all though this house is safe it can be bugged." Harry was still getting over the shock as he followed Sirius and his levitated suitcase up the stairs. "I'm only here for a couple of days." Sirius explained. "Have to keep changing my location; in case the Aurors get to close" Harry shot a look of fear in his direction, but Sirius laughed and shook his head. "Not to worry, Dumbolore told me that they are looking for me in Egypt." Harry was very much relieved by his last remark.
Happiness was in short supply on privet drive. It was the heat that mainly caused the lack of commotion. But 15 year old Harry Potter had other reasons. And when you're like him you come to expect that. He had jet black hair that had never been neat in his life. His eyes were emerald green and he wore a sweat drenched tee shirt that was to his knees. One would think that he was crazy to be outside in this weather. But this was the only quite place for Harry. His Guardians, uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia hated him. Harry's parents had fallen trying to save him from voldomort the darkest wizard for over a century. After voldomort had disposed of his parents he had set off to kill Harry. Bur instead of the curse killing Harry, it had rebounded upon himself. Barley alive, voldomort fled. From the Dursley's regarded they though him to be a freak. Most people would. That is only if they knew his secret. You see Harry wasn't normal. He didn't go to school and learn hoe to read and write. Instead he went to a school that taught magic to young witches and wizards. Yes magic, it was on the night of his 11th birthday that he had found out he was a wizard, and that his guardians had known and hid it from him. He then left the Dursley's to attend Hogwarts. He had spent the best 4 years of his life there. But at the end of the latest one it hadn't been so graphic. It was there he saw voldomort rise again.
Every day now since the beginning of summer, Harry had listened in to every conversation, ordered every paper and watched any news that he could get for any sign of death or disappearances. The few letters Harry got were always vague and misleading. But Harry reluctantly understood as Ron and Hermione kept telling him. Harry left his scorching room and walked down the stairs to the kitchen where he was by most regards unwelcome. But Harry didn't care, if he had to be cooked up in this me torture house, he was going to have some freedom whether the Dursley's liked it or not. "If you are going to be here make yourself useful" Uncle Vernon said pointing to a broom. "No thanks" Harry replied dully. "Don't talk to me like that boy" he roared. "I will if I want" Harry retorted. Harry had really done it this time. Vernon swept over to him, his fist ready to swing. Without notice there was a loud bark. "What the devil was that" He said running to the hallway. Harry beat him to it. To Harry's shock there standing at the door was a large shaggy looking dog Harry recognized as Sirius. Sirius transformed, and Aunt Petunia shrieked. "You" she said shiningly. "Me" Sirius mimicked laughing. "I'm Sirius Black convicted murder and Harry's godfather" Sirius said into uncle Vernon's frightened, and blank face. "And I will be staying for a few days, that is unless you have any objections. Harry turned to see both Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon shake there heads.
Harry escorted Sirius up to Dudley's room, which Uncle Vernon graciously gave him. Dudley who was raged at his decision agreed for his own sake and moved his things to the old Cupboard that Harry had occupied for his first ten years. "I needed a place to hide, and Dumbledore wanted extra protection for you, but we can't discuss anything more related to that" Sirius said to the displeasure of Harry. "It's too risky, all though this house is safe it can be bugged." Harry was still getting over the shock as he followed Sirius and his levitated suitcase up the stairs. "I'm only here for a couple of days." Sirius explained. "Have to keep changing my location; in case the Aurors get to close" Harry shot a look of fear in his direction, but Sirius laughed and shook his head. "Not to worry, Dumbolore told me that they are looking for me in Egypt." Harry was very much relieved by his last remark.