Harry Potter & The Book of Dust
Chapter 1: Death, Dreams and Birthdays
Authors Note: Well I was reading some ff today, and I suddenly had the urge to write a good long (engaging) fic. So here it is. I hope you like it. If you do, then review. Tell me what you like, what you dont like, if you want me to continue or throw it down the crap hole. Just so you know, I dont have any of my HP books right now to refer to. They are all in NH, and my Dad hasnt sent them yet. So if there is something Ive misspelled, or a fact I've gotten wrong, please inform me and I will change it. PG 13 for violence, sexual content, language, and depression. Thank you.
Disclaimer: Anything that sounds familiar, is mine ALL MINE! MUAHAHAHAHAHAH! Um yeah, in case your really dense. I was just kidding right then. I own nothing but the plot, my pc, and some pocket lint. (Some rubber bands, my cat, the cocho chips on my desk, my boyfriend.... ect....) I dont have enough money that would be worth suing me for.
P.S. I saw HP and the CoS last night (and Die another Day). It was really good, but all the way home from the theater (movie got out at 1:15 am) I was fuming about all the stuff they left out and put in that DIDNT need to be there. Everything that didn't need to be there could have been taken out and they could of put in the stuff that they left out. Grrrrrr. I'm pissed again. Does anyone else agree with me??? If you do, leave a review or e- mail me at bethany_grace33@hotmail.com.
I sat on the cot in the smallest bedroom at Number Four Privet Drive.
The digital clock glowing red in the corner of the room, said it was five minutes to my Birthday. I leaned back agents the wall, sighing my regrets. In five minutes I would be seventeen. My life as I knew it would be coming to a close.
Another year trying to survive, another year trying to just be as normal as I could be. At the end of the year, my life would fold over and be shoved under a rock.
This was my last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My last year of the never ending protection, the unbearable safety, and the forever-watchful eye of the old coot Dumbledore.
I got up and walked briskly over to the window. I was now seventeen my birthday was officially here, and I could do nothing about it.
I rested my hands on the windowsill, staring off at the full moon. I closed my eyes imagining myself far away from here. Far away from my only family, far away from my friends.
I didnt have any real friends, except one. Hermione was the only on I had left. Ron had abandoned me last year. He and I had a ferocious row about my being famous. He didnt understand it wasnt what I wanted. He didnt understand how horrible it is to have everyone know your name, for something you had no conscious choice in doing. He just didnt understand. He and I tolerate each other now, but we will never be close again. Never.
Hermione understands though. She knows my deepest secrets. She knows my past, and the scars from it that can never be erased. She knows and understands.
Everyone else thinks theyre my friends, but they dont know jack about me.
After this accursed year, I can leave it and everyone in peace. I can finally rid the world of myself. I really dont understand why I dont do it now. Why I dont just kill myself and be done with it. But, for some reason, I feel as if I need to live this year out. Ride it all the way through till the end.
I watched Hedwig swoop through the air. A graceful, silent, figure of life. A perfect example of everything to live for. But I had nothing. I turned my back to the window in disgust. I walked over, and lay down on my bed in desperate hope of sleep.
I heard the rustle of Hedwig flying in through the window. Yet I heard the hoot of another owl. I looked up and saw three other owls besides Hed. Pigwidgion was there, and so was Hermiones eagle owl Athena. The last one was a School owl.
I went to the school owl first. My letter telling me everything I would need, and treacle tart from Hagrid.
Ron sent me a plain birthday card and Mrs. Weaslys famous carrot cake.
I finally turned to Athena who was holding what looked like a large letter and a smallish box. I opened the letter first.
Dearest Harry,
I hope you are doing well on this day of your birth. I cant wait till tomorrow when
you are coming to stay at my house. You can be sure that some studying will be in order,
including homework. (Harry chuckled at this, same ol Herm) Dont laugh at me Harry
James Potter. I will not have you failing the N.E.W.T.S.
Now in your last letter you said that your scar had hurt again. This is a bad sign. We
havent had word of ol Voldie and his Death Eaters in a few years. Are they plotting
something? Are they going to attack this year? I hate to rain on your birthday, but this is
serious.
Harry, you and I of all people should know how power can grow. Over the last few
years you have been becoming more powerful then I thought possible for someone our
age. Its remarkable; I havent been able to find anything about this in any books. I mean,
youve become incredibly powerful. Youre changing so much, physically, mentally, and spiritually.
Im really not sure what to think any more. You are my dearest friend and I would never
want anything to happen to you. We need to talk more on this subject when you come
tomorrow. My mum, dad and I will be there to pick you up at exactly 11:00 am. We will
pick you up the normal way no doubt. I dont think the Drusleys will be able to stand
another floo experience.
Your present is something I picked up in Morocco. I wanted you
to have it. When you get here tomorrow Ill explain it to you, if you havent already figures
it out.
Happy Birthday!
Love you lots,
Hermione Adriana Granger.
I folded up the letter, savoring the smell of Hermione if brought with it. Turning to the box, I undid the ribbon and took of the lid. Inside under a layer of tissue paper, was a necklace. It was a leather cord that hung down to about just above his chest. On it was a silver pendant; it looked like some sort of Celtic knot, with a twist to it. I would find out what it was from Hermione tomorrow no doubt.
Authors Note: Sorry this is so short. I just wanted to get part of it out today. To see what the reaction would be. Please Review if you have any comments on this, any at all. Thank thee much.
LyraAdriana ::curtsies and walks gracefully out of the room::
Prethee review.
(Listening to Sarah Brightmans Deliver Me nonstop)
Chapter 1: Death, Dreams and Birthdays
Authors Note: Well I was reading some ff today, and I suddenly had the urge to write a good long (engaging) fic. So here it is. I hope you like it. If you do, then review. Tell me what you like, what you dont like, if you want me to continue or throw it down the crap hole. Just so you know, I dont have any of my HP books right now to refer to. They are all in NH, and my Dad hasnt sent them yet. So if there is something Ive misspelled, or a fact I've gotten wrong, please inform me and I will change it. PG 13 for violence, sexual content, language, and depression. Thank you.
Disclaimer: Anything that sounds familiar, is mine ALL MINE! MUAHAHAHAHAHAH! Um yeah, in case your really dense. I was just kidding right then. I own nothing but the plot, my pc, and some pocket lint. (Some rubber bands, my cat, the cocho chips on my desk, my boyfriend.... ect....) I dont have enough money that would be worth suing me for.
P.S. I saw HP and the CoS last night (and Die another Day). It was really good, but all the way home from the theater (movie got out at 1:15 am) I was fuming about all the stuff they left out and put in that DIDNT need to be there. Everything that didn't need to be there could have been taken out and they could of put in the stuff that they left out. Grrrrrr. I'm pissed again. Does anyone else agree with me??? If you do, leave a review or e- mail me at bethany_grace33@hotmail.com.
I sat on the cot in the smallest bedroom at Number Four Privet Drive.
The digital clock glowing red in the corner of the room, said it was five minutes to my Birthday. I leaned back agents the wall, sighing my regrets. In five minutes I would be seventeen. My life as I knew it would be coming to a close.
Another year trying to survive, another year trying to just be as normal as I could be. At the end of the year, my life would fold over and be shoved under a rock.
This was my last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My last year of the never ending protection, the unbearable safety, and the forever-watchful eye of the old coot Dumbledore.
I got up and walked briskly over to the window. I was now seventeen my birthday was officially here, and I could do nothing about it.
I rested my hands on the windowsill, staring off at the full moon. I closed my eyes imagining myself far away from here. Far away from my only family, far away from my friends.
I didnt have any real friends, except one. Hermione was the only on I had left. Ron had abandoned me last year. He and I had a ferocious row about my being famous. He didnt understand it wasnt what I wanted. He didnt understand how horrible it is to have everyone know your name, for something you had no conscious choice in doing. He just didnt understand. He and I tolerate each other now, but we will never be close again. Never.
Hermione understands though. She knows my deepest secrets. She knows my past, and the scars from it that can never be erased. She knows and understands.
Everyone else thinks theyre my friends, but they dont know jack about me.
After this accursed year, I can leave it and everyone in peace. I can finally rid the world of myself. I really dont understand why I dont do it now. Why I dont just kill myself and be done with it. But, for some reason, I feel as if I need to live this year out. Ride it all the way through till the end.
I watched Hedwig swoop through the air. A graceful, silent, figure of life. A perfect example of everything to live for. But I had nothing. I turned my back to the window in disgust. I walked over, and lay down on my bed in desperate hope of sleep.
I heard the rustle of Hedwig flying in through the window. Yet I heard the hoot of another owl. I looked up and saw three other owls besides Hed. Pigwidgion was there, and so was Hermiones eagle owl Athena. The last one was a School owl.
I went to the school owl first. My letter telling me everything I would need, and treacle tart from Hagrid.
Ron sent me a plain birthday card and Mrs. Weaslys famous carrot cake.
I finally turned to Athena who was holding what looked like a large letter and a smallish box. I opened the letter first.
Dearest Harry,
I hope you are doing well on this day of your birth. I cant wait till tomorrow when
you are coming to stay at my house. You can be sure that some studying will be in order,
including homework. (Harry chuckled at this, same ol Herm) Dont laugh at me Harry
James Potter. I will not have you failing the N.E.W.T.S.
Now in your last letter you said that your scar had hurt again. This is a bad sign. We
havent had word of ol Voldie and his Death Eaters in a few years. Are they plotting
something? Are they going to attack this year? I hate to rain on your birthday, but this is
serious.
Harry, you and I of all people should know how power can grow. Over the last few
years you have been becoming more powerful then I thought possible for someone our
age. Its remarkable; I havent been able to find anything about this in any books. I mean,
youve become incredibly powerful. Youre changing so much, physically, mentally, and spiritually.
Im really not sure what to think any more. You are my dearest friend and I would never
want anything to happen to you. We need to talk more on this subject when you come
tomorrow. My mum, dad and I will be there to pick you up at exactly 11:00 am. We will
pick you up the normal way no doubt. I dont think the Drusleys will be able to stand
another floo experience.
Your present is something I picked up in Morocco. I wanted you
to have it. When you get here tomorrow Ill explain it to you, if you havent already figures
it out.
Happy Birthday!
Love you lots,
Hermione Adriana Granger.
I folded up the letter, savoring the smell of Hermione if brought with it. Turning to the box, I undid the ribbon and took of the lid. Inside under a layer of tissue paper, was a necklace. It was a leather cord that hung down to about just above his chest. On it was a silver pendant; it looked like some sort of Celtic knot, with a twist to it. I would find out what it was from Hermione tomorrow no doubt.
Authors Note: Sorry this is so short. I just wanted to get part of it out today. To see what the reaction would be. Please Review if you have any comments on this, any at all. Thank thee much.
LyraAdriana ::curtsies and walks gracefully out of the room::
Prethee review.
(Listening to Sarah Brightmans Deliver Me nonstop)