DISCLAIMER: ahh you all know the drill. I don't own Harry Potter or any of
the characters. Blah, blah, blah.
AUTHORS NOTE: First, I'd like to mention Hermionegranger17 for editing for me.
Ok, so this is a fan fiction about Harry Potter and his summer vacation after his fifth year at Hogwarts. Although you should all know by now, the first paragraph and a bit are an introduction to Harry's life. I need some ideas for things to happen during his summer, so any requests are welcome.
If you're gonna help me with the story or not, all reviews are welcome, of course. Thanks again, and I'll post the second chapter after I get ONE review. That's all I'm asking for people. Thanks for taking the time to read this and enjoy!!
~fizza
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July 25, 1996
Hello. My name is Harry Potter. If you're a magician, you've most likely heard of me. No, I'm not super-popular or your average hero. You see, my parents were killed by the most feared wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort. He had come primarily to kill me, but my mother's sacrifice of her life to protect me saved me from Voldemort. His killing curse, 'Avada Kedavra', backfired onto him, almost killing himself, and transferring his most prized skills and gifts to me, such as determination, hard-working- ness, and the ability to speak Parsel-tongue, snake language. I often find out new powers inside myself. Well, that's what I'm famous. Some people call me 'the tragic little hero', but that's basically because they don't like me, or they're jealous of my fame, or just because they were supporters of Voldemort, and I almost killed their hero.
Well now you might be wondering why I'm telling you all of this. On the last day of school, in my fifth year at Hogwarts, the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, passed on this journal. It was my dad's when he went to Hogwarts, and so I had to start half way through the book. I read my dad's entries on the train ride home yesterday. Then I was so tired that I couldn't write an entry of my own. The weirdest group of people came to platform 93/4 yesterday. Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks, Lupin, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred and George (They're all in the Order of the Phoenix, who are planning to figure out Voldemort's plan and stop him from killing as many as he did 'last time'). They were all waiting for Ron and I. They insisted that they talked to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia before my mom's sister and her husband took me home, regarding how I was treated in their home. So far, it seems to have worked. I've been given more clothes, a new mattress, and reasonably bigger-sized meals. However, they seem to be terrified of all magic now, and they won't even talk to me. (As much as I hate them, I can't help feel horribly lonely. Ron and Hermione still send me useless letters at the risk of them being intercepted, my contact with the wizarding world is getting less by the day, surely aren't I the one who needs the most information at the moment? Or doesn't it matter that I've just found out that there's a 50/50 chance of me dying to Lord V?)
Earlier today, I started to write a letter to Sirius asking him why he wasn't with everybody else today, but halfway through, I remembered that he was dead. I know that guys don't usually cry, but he was the only person that I could ever think of as a parent. I'm worse than an orphan now. The only people who actually will let me in are Dumbledore and the Dursley's.
Aunt Petunia is calling everybody for dinner now. I already slept through breakfast and lunch, so I need as much food as I can get while the Dursley's are still being nice. After dinner I have to write a letter to Moody, The Weasleys, Tonks and Lupin, so I won't be able to write again today. Good Night.
Yours truly,
Harry Potter
AUTHORS NOTE: First, I'd like to mention Hermionegranger17 for editing for me.
Ok, so this is a fan fiction about Harry Potter and his summer vacation after his fifth year at Hogwarts. Although you should all know by now, the first paragraph and a bit are an introduction to Harry's life. I need some ideas for things to happen during his summer, so any requests are welcome.
If you're gonna help me with the story or not, all reviews are welcome, of course. Thanks again, and I'll post the second chapter after I get ONE review. That's all I'm asking for people. Thanks for taking the time to read this and enjoy!!
~fizza
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July 25, 1996
Hello. My name is Harry Potter. If you're a magician, you've most likely heard of me. No, I'm not super-popular or your average hero. You see, my parents were killed by the most feared wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort. He had come primarily to kill me, but my mother's sacrifice of her life to protect me saved me from Voldemort. His killing curse, 'Avada Kedavra', backfired onto him, almost killing himself, and transferring his most prized skills and gifts to me, such as determination, hard-working- ness, and the ability to speak Parsel-tongue, snake language. I often find out new powers inside myself. Well, that's what I'm famous. Some people call me 'the tragic little hero', but that's basically because they don't like me, or they're jealous of my fame, or just because they were supporters of Voldemort, and I almost killed their hero.
Well now you might be wondering why I'm telling you all of this. On the last day of school, in my fifth year at Hogwarts, the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, passed on this journal. It was my dad's when he went to Hogwarts, and so I had to start half way through the book. I read my dad's entries on the train ride home yesterday. Then I was so tired that I couldn't write an entry of my own. The weirdest group of people came to platform 93/4 yesterday. Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks, Lupin, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred and George (They're all in the Order of the Phoenix, who are planning to figure out Voldemort's plan and stop him from killing as many as he did 'last time'). They were all waiting for Ron and I. They insisted that they talked to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia before my mom's sister and her husband took me home, regarding how I was treated in their home. So far, it seems to have worked. I've been given more clothes, a new mattress, and reasonably bigger-sized meals. However, they seem to be terrified of all magic now, and they won't even talk to me. (As much as I hate them, I can't help feel horribly lonely. Ron and Hermione still send me useless letters at the risk of them being intercepted, my contact with the wizarding world is getting less by the day, surely aren't I the one who needs the most information at the moment? Or doesn't it matter that I've just found out that there's a 50/50 chance of me dying to Lord V?)
Earlier today, I started to write a letter to Sirius asking him why he wasn't with everybody else today, but halfway through, I remembered that he was dead. I know that guys don't usually cry, but he was the only person that I could ever think of as a parent. I'm worse than an orphan now. The only people who actually will let me in are Dumbledore and the Dursley's.
Aunt Petunia is calling everybody for dinner now. I already slept through breakfast and lunch, so I need as much food as I can get while the Dursley's are still being nice. After dinner I have to write a letter to Moody, The Weasleys, Tonks and Lupin, so I won't be able to write again today. Good Night.
Yours truly,
Harry Potter