Harry Potter & The Counterflex Potion
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowlings, therefore, I don't own any of the Harry Potter
characters she created in her notebook, while drinking the cup of coffee in the
coffeeshop she used to write in.
Post Order of The Phoenix
Chapter 1: Letters
Harry woke up and rubbed his eyes. He put on his glasses and rolled out of bed.
The sun was shining into his room, and the birds were cheerily chirping outside 4 Privet
Drive that morning. But, the only thing Harry was looking forward to today, were some
letters from his friends.
He went downstairs to see that Dudley was laready helping himslef to 5 chocolate
chip pancakes. Uncle Vernon was reading the newspaper has harry sat down in a chair, no
t even bothering to say good morning, becuase he knew that een if he did he would get no
more than a grunt out of Uncle vernon. As far as he was concerned, Dudley was probably just
thinking, Oh great, he's up. Dudley finished his pancakes, but was restockes as
Aunt Petunia came over and filled up his plate. Harry got up and grabbed a half-soggy
banana and ate it quickly.
Then, he got up and headed for the door. "Stay outta trouble" Uncle Vernon growled,
probably remembering the previous summer when Harry had run into some dementors, and
nearly saved Dudley from them. Harry opened his mouth to reply, "Okay," but was interrupted
when Hedwig came flying into the kitchen, dropping 3 letters over Harry. Uncle Vernon
roared that he was tired of the owls coming in all of the time, but Harry didn't hear the
rest, because he had already turned around and ran out the door, while tearing open
his envelopes.
The first one was from Ron.
Hey Harry! Happy Birthday!
I hope the Dursley's let you read this,
and I hope they're not
making you too angry. I sent you this
letter, but mum says when you come
over before school starts, she'll buy you someting
in Diagon Alley for your real birthday present.
Well I hope you don't miss Snuffles too much,
I'm here if you need me,
Ron
Harry read it twice through, and each time he saw the word Snuffles, his heart
sank into his stomach. It had been 5 weeks, since he had seen Sirius die, and he had
had nightmares about it ever since. Each one ending the same way: with him holding out
his hand to rescue Sirius, but missing by an inch.
He'd wake up in a terrible sweat, but forget about it once the Dursleys got him
even more upset. Gee, thanks for reminding me, harry thought, but all the same was looking
forward to those couple of days before he returned to Hogwarts for his 6th year, to spending
time with the Weasleys at their house. Harry reached for the second one and tore it open,
it was from Hermoine and said this:
Harry,
I do hope the Dursley's are treating you all right, if you need anything at all, just
write to me! How are things going with you? My parents just took me to Paris for vacation,
it was wonderful. I took these pictures here, hope you enjoy them.
Have a great birthday and see you in the fall-or maybe sooner!
Love Always,
Hermoine.
At least she hadn't mentioned anything about Sirius, he thought happily. He looked
at the picture of Hermoine in Paris, France, waving at him, and smiling. He picked up the
last letter, and could tell by the scribbling on the envelope that it was from Hagrild.
Hey ther', Harry! Jus' wanted to tell yeh
tha' Grawp's doin' betta each day. He still calls me
Haggy, tho, but has been less voilent.
Anyway, Happy Birthday, and I Sent yer some
galleons, so buy yerself somethin' when you
get a chance to go to a wizardin' store. Can't
wait te see yeh in the fall, and for you to
see Grawp again!
Bye then,
Hagrid.
Harry put the last of his letters down and looked up at the blue sky.
I can't wait for Hogwarts to start again in the fall, he thought excitedly.
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowlings, therefore, I don't own any of the Harry Potter
characters she created in her notebook, while drinking the cup of coffee in the
coffeeshop she used to write in.
Post Order of The Phoenix
Chapter 1: Letters
Harry woke up and rubbed his eyes. He put on his glasses and rolled out of bed.
The sun was shining into his room, and the birds were cheerily chirping outside 4 Privet
Drive that morning. But, the only thing Harry was looking forward to today, were some
letters from his friends.
He went downstairs to see that Dudley was laready helping himslef to 5 chocolate
chip pancakes. Uncle Vernon was reading the newspaper has harry sat down in a chair, no
t even bothering to say good morning, becuase he knew that een if he did he would get no
more than a grunt out of Uncle vernon. As far as he was concerned, Dudley was probably just
thinking, Oh great, he's up. Dudley finished his pancakes, but was restockes as
Aunt Petunia came over and filled up his plate. Harry got up and grabbed a half-soggy
banana and ate it quickly.
Then, he got up and headed for the door. "Stay outta trouble" Uncle Vernon growled,
probably remembering the previous summer when Harry had run into some dementors, and
nearly saved Dudley from them. Harry opened his mouth to reply, "Okay," but was interrupted
when Hedwig came flying into the kitchen, dropping 3 letters over Harry. Uncle Vernon
roared that he was tired of the owls coming in all of the time, but Harry didn't hear the
rest, because he had already turned around and ran out the door, while tearing open
his envelopes.
The first one was from Ron.
Hey Harry! Happy Birthday!
I hope the Dursley's let you read this,
and I hope they're not
making you too angry. I sent you this
letter, but mum says when you come
over before school starts, she'll buy you someting
in Diagon Alley for your real birthday present.
Well I hope you don't miss Snuffles too much,
I'm here if you need me,
Ron
Harry read it twice through, and each time he saw the word Snuffles, his heart
sank into his stomach. It had been 5 weeks, since he had seen Sirius die, and he had
had nightmares about it ever since. Each one ending the same way: with him holding out
his hand to rescue Sirius, but missing by an inch.
He'd wake up in a terrible sweat, but forget about it once the Dursleys got him
even more upset. Gee, thanks for reminding me, harry thought, but all the same was looking
forward to those couple of days before he returned to Hogwarts for his 6th year, to spending
time with the Weasleys at their house. Harry reached for the second one and tore it open,
it was from Hermoine and said this:
Harry,
I do hope the Dursley's are treating you all right, if you need anything at all, just
write to me! How are things going with you? My parents just took me to Paris for vacation,
it was wonderful. I took these pictures here, hope you enjoy them.
Have a great birthday and see you in the fall-or maybe sooner!
Love Always,
Hermoine.
At least she hadn't mentioned anything about Sirius, he thought happily. He looked
at the picture of Hermoine in Paris, France, waving at him, and smiling. He picked up the
last letter, and could tell by the scribbling on the envelope that it was from Hagrild.
Hey ther', Harry! Jus' wanted to tell yeh
tha' Grawp's doin' betta each day. He still calls me
Haggy, tho, but has been less voilent.
Anyway, Happy Birthday, and I Sent yer some
galleons, so buy yerself somethin' when you
get a chance to go to a wizardin' store. Can't
wait te see yeh in the fall, and for you to
see Grawp again!
Bye then,
Hagrid.
Harry put the last of his letters down and looked up at the blue sky.
I can't wait for Hogwarts to start again in the fall, he thought excitedly.