Disclaimer: "alright, just because people told me to say it: I don't own
Harry Potter or any of the other characters in this story.
(If I did I would be rich, which I am not.)
"Harry Potter!" Mrs Dursley shouted "Get down here, NOW!" Harry hated her, and her voice and. everything about her. "Hedwig, don't you go totally crazy, to wake up every morning by that woman's voice? Two months strait? Well I do, and I wish I could get out of here, and go to Ron or something. But no, Ron is on vacation with his family and Hermione is in Italy. Sirius isn't a possibility either because he is still not proven innocent. These muggels sucks, I can't even do one spell without getting a letter that it is not allowed to do magic in the muggels world if you're not graduated." Harry sighted. "And now I'm supposed to go down there to celebrate Dudley's birthday. I wanted to give him some magical candy, just for fun, but I can't afford to get into trouble again, not if I want to leave early so I can stay over at Ron's place as soon as he is back from his vacation till school begins."
"Harry, get your ass down here! Now!" Mrs Dursley shouted. "Or you won't have dinner for a week!" Harry walked down the stairs. "I wonder what uncle Sirius would say if he knew the things you say to his nephew." Harry said wile making some toast and scrambled eggs. "I don't think he would be happy." He continued. "Dad, Harry is ruining my mood, punish him!" Dudley said. "Harry, shut your mouth now or else." "Or else what?" Harry interrupted. "Or else I won't be so lucky to share this meal with you? Like I would even care! And besides, you wouldn't dare do anything to me or Sirius will get pretty mad. And I am leaving this place as soon as I get the chance to stay somewhere else, which will be soon." Mr Dursley was surprised Harry dared to talk like that but he knew Harry was right. "Well, you can't leave soon enough if it's my choice, and Petunia's sister is coming in an hour, so don't make any trouble, at least not like you did last time she was here."
Harry put his breakfast on a plate and walked upstairs. " Where do you think you're going?" Mr Dursley asked. "Upstairs, to my room, finishing my letter to dear uncle Sirius." Harry said with a sweet innocent voice. "Or do you want me to stay here, so he gets worried about me not righting any letters in the past week?" " No, you can go." Mr Dursley said. "Good." Harry answered.
"Hedwig, do you know since when I've gotten so rude to them?" Harry asked his owl (who of course couldn't answer). Suddenly Harry's scar began to ache very badly and Harry heard a low voice whispering: "This year he is going to die, my pet, and we will once again rule the world. Woahahaha! Woahahaha!" "What?" Harry said. "Who is there?" But none answered. Of course there was no answer. It was the same kind of vision he had before his 3rd year at Hogwards started. 'Oh no!' Harry thought. 'Not again! Can't I, just for once, have a nice year at Hogwards without Voldemord trying to kill me or someone else trying to kill my friends or me? Well, I'd better write Sirius again about it. Or shall I tell Ron and Hermione? No, they will probably get worried again, and I don't even know if it is something serious. And Dumbledore? No, it's not that serious, is it? It will just be a letter to Sirius, he'll know what to do.' And so he wrote Sirius a letter about it.
A/N: And? Did you like it? I hope you did. It's my first fanfic ever! It's not very good but I hope it will get better in the next chapters. There is not really a story jet but have some patience and see how it will develop. Don't blame me if I didn't spell everything right, I am not English. (I come from the Netherlands) Please review!
"Harry Potter!" Mrs Dursley shouted "Get down here, NOW!" Harry hated her, and her voice and. everything about her. "Hedwig, don't you go totally crazy, to wake up every morning by that woman's voice? Two months strait? Well I do, and I wish I could get out of here, and go to Ron or something. But no, Ron is on vacation with his family and Hermione is in Italy. Sirius isn't a possibility either because he is still not proven innocent. These muggels sucks, I can't even do one spell without getting a letter that it is not allowed to do magic in the muggels world if you're not graduated." Harry sighted. "And now I'm supposed to go down there to celebrate Dudley's birthday. I wanted to give him some magical candy, just for fun, but I can't afford to get into trouble again, not if I want to leave early so I can stay over at Ron's place as soon as he is back from his vacation till school begins."
"Harry, get your ass down here! Now!" Mrs Dursley shouted. "Or you won't have dinner for a week!" Harry walked down the stairs. "I wonder what uncle Sirius would say if he knew the things you say to his nephew." Harry said wile making some toast and scrambled eggs. "I don't think he would be happy." He continued. "Dad, Harry is ruining my mood, punish him!" Dudley said. "Harry, shut your mouth now or else." "Or else what?" Harry interrupted. "Or else I won't be so lucky to share this meal with you? Like I would even care! And besides, you wouldn't dare do anything to me or Sirius will get pretty mad. And I am leaving this place as soon as I get the chance to stay somewhere else, which will be soon." Mr Dursley was surprised Harry dared to talk like that but he knew Harry was right. "Well, you can't leave soon enough if it's my choice, and Petunia's sister is coming in an hour, so don't make any trouble, at least not like you did last time she was here."
Harry put his breakfast on a plate and walked upstairs. " Where do you think you're going?" Mr Dursley asked. "Upstairs, to my room, finishing my letter to dear uncle Sirius." Harry said with a sweet innocent voice. "Or do you want me to stay here, so he gets worried about me not righting any letters in the past week?" " No, you can go." Mr Dursley said. "Good." Harry answered.
"Hedwig, do you know since when I've gotten so rude to them?" Harry asked his owl (who of course couldn't answer). Suddenly Harry's scar began to ache very badly and Harry heard a low voice whispering: "This year he is going to die, my pet, and we will once again rule the world. Woahahaha! Woahahaha!" "What?" Harry said. "Who is there?" But none answered. Of course there was no answer. It was the same kind of vision he had before his 3rd year at Hogwards started. 'Oh no!' Harry thought. 'Not again! Can't I, just for once, have a nice year at Hogwards without Voldemord trying to kill me or someone else trying to kill my friends or me? Well, I'd better write Sirius again about it. Or shall I tell Ron and Hermione? No, they will probably get worried again, and I don't even know if it is something serious. And Dumbledore? No, it's not that serious, is it? It will just be a letter to Sirius, he'll know what to do.' And so he wrote Sirius a letter about it.
A/N: And? Did you like it? I hope you did. It's my first fanfic ever! It's not very good but I hope it will get better in the next chapters. There is not really a story jet but have some patience and see how it will develop. Don't blame me if I didn't spell everything right, I am not English. (I come from the Netherlands) Please review!