Okay, so since my original first chapter was truly horrible I re-wrote it
last night, and through part of today, I think it is much better, and a
much more detailed and interesting introduction to a story.
Title: Harry Potter and the Prophecy of the Veil
Rating: PG-13 (so far just for language)
Summary: Harry believes he is receiving messages from the beyond, could it possibly be his Godfather? Is he truly dead? Is there a way to communicate through the veil? Harry also contemplates his feelings for someone close to him.
Disclaimer: We all know I dont own HP, and I never will, so lets get on with it.
A/N: Hope you like this chapter better (if you read the original), if not just enjoy, heh. Oh, and please dont flame, c/c is more than welcome, and I really want to improve my writing, but flaming doesn't help at all, it serves no purpose, please dont waste your time. I know I'm not extremely talented, especially in this genre, I like to experiment with different writing styles, so please dont judge me as a writer based only on this.
The Dursley's navy blue SUV pulled into the driveway of Number Four. Harry groaned, running his hands through his messy black hair. He began dreading the return to Magnolia Crescent since he boarded the train to leave Hogwarts; but now that he was actually there he realized that he detested it more than he had previously imagined.
"We are having a company party tonight Harry," Petunia commented as she got out of the passenger side door. "You need to wash the good china for the guests." She looked down and smoothed the wrinkles out of her blouse. She wouldn't directly look at Harry, no one would. Everyone had kept their eyes fixated out their window during the drive home.
Harry pulled his luggage, and Hedwig's cage out of the trunk. "Do them yourself," he replied monotonously as he made his way to the front door. He waited for the verbal abuse to start, but in the usual Dursleyish manner they forced a smile, and even waved at one of the neighbors as they walked by. Once they were inside, and the door was safely closed behind them Vernon's face swelled to abnormal shade of red.
"Dont talk to your aunt with that tone boy, I'm warning you," Vernon managed to force out in an enraged whisper. Harry rolled his eyes, and began his attempt to carry his things upstairs. "Dont walk away from me boy!" His voice raised to a slight yell.
Harry sighed as he reached the middle of the stairs. There was no use trying to explain to the Dursley's the hell he had experienced the past year, all the pain he had felt. "Why dont you get off your fat ass and do the dishes yourself Dursley?" Harry knew he would regret his......choice of words later, but at the moment he could have cared less. His family's close mindedness had always annoyed him, but it had gotten to the breaking point, he was ready to leave them for good.
He made his way up the remaining stairs, and surprisingly nothing happened; there was not yelling, no outbursts, just silence. Vernon stood in the entryway fuming, not quite sure what to say or do; for once, he was truly speechless.
Harry slammed his bedroom door shut, in any other circumstance he would have had a good laugh at the dumbfounded look on their faces, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It was no use trying to shut out the world, but in the past few weeks he had discovered that it wasn't the world that he had a problem with, it was himself. He had closed everyone off in hopes that he would somehow lose himself, and find comfort and solitude in the obliviation of the outside world. But instead his time alone only gave his memories more room and time to feed off of his thoughts.
He flopped onto his bed, burring his face in the pillows, the last few rays of the sun burned on his shoulders. It was one of the first times he felt. Felt anything from the outside world, anything aside from pain. He pulled himself off of his bed and over to the window. He slowly opened the blinds more, letting the light hit his face. In a strange way it was comforting, consistent. He stood there until the sun dipped past the horizon, and the first few stars appeared in the night sky.
The doorbell rang downstairs, pulling Harry out of a dreamlike trance. He then remembered where he was, and suddenly he didn't feel comforted anymore. He knew that he was supposed to think of the Dursley's as his home, but he simply didn't. He didn't feel safe their, and he certainly wasn't happy, he had to get out of there. But the thought of Twelve Grimmauld Place was none to comforting either. The mere thought of his Godfather made him shudder, to be reminded of him at all times of the day would simply be unbearable, he wasn't ready to go back there yet. And actually, he didn't want anything to do with the wizarding world. The places and things that he once thought of magical all now led him back to one thing, Sirius. Harry then sat down at his desk and got a piece of parchment, and a quill. There was one place he knew would be perfect, he quickly scribbled down two sentences:
Could I stay with you this summer? Please reply soon,
I cant take it here much longer.
Harry
Harry unlocked Hedwig's cage, she stretched out her wings, and fluttered out onto the window sill.
"Take this to Hermione," Harry said, folding the letter as the opened the window for his owl. She picked it out of his hand with her beak and flew off past the rows of houses into the black night. "Hurry," he whispered as he caught his last glance before she disappeared completely.
Harry slumped back onto his bed, his head was swimming with thoughts. He could be leaving the Dursley's for good, and live in the wizarding world after his sixth year, well that was only if they could possibly defeat Voldemort. He closed his eyes, and pressed his fingers against his scar, he was giving himself a headache. Harry laid there quietly and listened to the company party downstairs, he heard the phony laughs erupt after Vernon told one of his famously not-funny jokes. After listening to the polite conversation, and the clinking of silverware for several minutes Harry found himself drifting into an uneasy sleep. There was only one thing that was awkward about this, and only those watching from the heavens would have noticed, he was smiling.
Okay, so I hope that was better, heh. I was going to try to combine Chapter One and Two, but decided against it, because that would just be too long.
I know that I'm not great at grammar, spelling and all that stuff, so if anyone would be so kind as to help a little I would really appreciate it, thanks.
Reviews and c/c welcome, thanks for reading.
Title: Harry Potter and the Prophecy of the Veil
Rating: PG-13 (so far just for language)
Summary: Harry believes he is receiving messages from the beyond, could it possibly be his Godfather? Is he truly dead? Is there a way to communicate through the veil? Harry also contemplates his feelings for someone close to him.
Disclaimer: We all know I dont own HP, and I never will, so lets get on with it.
A/N: Hope you like this chapter better (if you read the original), if not just enjoy, heh. Oh, and please dont flame, c/c is more than welcome, and I really want to improve my writing, but flaming doesn't help at all, it serves no purpose, please dont waste your time. I know I'm not extremely talented, especially in this genre, I like to experiment with different writing styles, so please dont judge me as a writer based only on this.
The Dursley's navy blue SUV pulled into the driveway of Number Four. Harry groaned, running his hands through his messy black hair. He began dreading the return to Magnolia Crescent since he boarded the train to leave Hogwarts; but now that he was actually there he realized that he detested it more than he had previously imagined.
"We are having a company party tonight Harry," Petunia commented as she got out of the passenger side door. "You need to wash the good china for the guests." She looked down and smoothed the wrinkles out of her blouse. She wouldn't directly look at Harry, no one would. Everyone had kept their eyes fixated out their window during the drive home.
Harry pulled his luggage, and Hedwig's cage out of the trunk. "Do them yourself," he replied monotonously as he made his way to the front door. He waited for the verbal abuse to start, but in the usual Dursleyish manner they forced a smile, and even waved at one of the neighbors as they walked by. Once they were inside, and the door was safely closed behind them Vernon's face swelled to abnormal shade of red.
"Dont talk to your aunt with that tone boy, I'm warning you," Vernon managed to force out in an enraged whisper. Harry rolled his eyes, and began his attempt to carry his things upstairs. "Dont walk away from me boy!" His voice raised to a slight yell.
Harry sighed as he reached the middle of the stairs. There was no use trying to explain to the Dursley's the hell he had experienced the past year, all the pain he had felt. "Why dont you get off your fat ass and do the dishes yourself Dursley?" Harry knew he would regret his......choice of words later, but at the moment he could have cared less. His family's close mindedness had always annoyed him, but it had gotten to the breaking point, he was ready to leave them for good.
He made his way up the remaining stairs, and surprisingly nothing happened; there was not yelling, no outbursts, just silence. Vernon stood in the entryway fuming, not quite sure what to say or do; for once, he was truly speechless.
Harry slammed his bedroom door shut, in any other circumstance he would have had a good laugh at the dumbfounded look on their faces, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It was no use trying to shut out the world, but in the past few weeks he had discovered that it wasn't the world that he had a problem with, it was himself. He had closed everyone off in hopes that he would somehow lose himself, and find comfort and solitude in the obliviation of the outside world. But instead his time alone only gave his memories more room and time to feed off of his thoughts.
He flopped onto his bed, burring his face in the pillows, the last few rays of the sun burned on his shoulders. It was one of the first times he felt. Felt anything from the outside world, anything aside from pain. He pulled himself off of his bed and over to the window. He slowly opened the blinds more, letting the light hit his face. In a strange way it was comforting, consistent. He stood there until the sun dipped past the horizon, and the first few stars appeared in the night sky.
The doorbell rang downstairs, pulling Harry out of a dreamlike trance. He then remembered where he was, and suddenly he didn't feel comforted anymore. He knew that he was supposed to think of the Dursley's as his home, but he simply didn't. He didn't feel safe their, and he certainly wasn't happy, he had to get out of there. But the thought of Twelve Grimmauld Place was none to comforting either. The mere thought of his Godfather made him shudder, to be reminded of him at all times of the day would simply be unbearable, he wasn't ready to go back there yet. And actually, he didn't want anything to do with the wizarding world. The places and things that he once thought of magical all now led him back to one thing, Sirius. Harry then sat down at his desk and got a piece of parchment, and a quill. There was one place he knew would be perfect, he quickly scribbled down two sentences:
Could I stay with you this summer? Please reply soon,
I cant take it here much longer.
Harry
Harry unlocked Hedwig's cage, she stretched out her wings, and fluttered out onto the window sill.
"Take this to Hermione," Harry said, folding the letter as the opened the window for his owl. She picked it out of his hand with her beak and flew off past the rows of houses into the black night. "Hurry," he whispered as he caught his last glance before she disappeared completely.
Harry slumped back onto his bed, his head was swimming with thoughts. He could be leaving the Dursley's for good, and live in the wizarding world after his sixth year, well that was only if they could possibly defeat Voldemort. He closed his eyes, and pressed his fingers against his scar, he was giving himself a headache. Harry laid there quietly and listened to the company party downstairs, he heard the phony laughs erupt after Vernon told one of his famously not-funny jokes. After listening to the polite conversation, and the clinking of silverware for several minutes Harry found himself drifting into an uneasy sleep. There was only one thing that was awkward about this, and only those watching from the heavens would have noticed, he was smiling.
Okay, so I hope that was better, heh. I was going to try to combine Chapter One and Two, but decided against it, because that would just be too long.
I know that I'm not great at grammar, spelling and all that stuff, so if anyone would be so kind as to help a little I would really appreciate it, thanks.
Reviews and c/c welcome, thanks for reading.