This starts at the summer before Harry's fifth year, but Voldemort hasn't and won't attack Harry anytime soon. It'll be a bit confusing, I'm sorry. And sorry if you don't like my changes, but I really don't know where to go with Voldemort's return. Story starts now!
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"Boy! Come here!" Uncle Vernon screamed from the living room. Harry groaned and rolled over to stare at the small digital clock on his bedstead. 5:48 it blinked. Harry groaned again and stumbled down the stairs, still trying to tie his robe.
"Yes Uncle?" He asked, staring at the ruddy red man before him.
"Eat your breakfast and get up to your room! No noises! And keep that ruddy bird quiet!" Vernon ordered, plopping a dish of runny eggs on the table. "Hurry up! Dudley's girlfriend is coming!" Harry choked a bit of egg in his attempt to keep his laughter in. "Stop coughing!"
"His girlfriend?" Harry finally squeaked his face quite blue.
"Well, she's going to be his girlfriend! Who could turn down my handsome boy? And keep that door locked!" Vernon admitted.
"I feel sorry for the poor twit." Harry murmured running back up the stairs to his room, locking his door behind him. About three hours later and many tears shed about and over Dudley, the doorbell rung. Harry listened to the mad thuds of two heavy and one skinny persons rush down the stairs to answer the door.
"Morgan, my dear! Please! Come in!" Dudley stuttered.
"Thank you, Dudley. Mr. Dursley. Mrs. Dursley." The female voice of which Harry figured belonged to Morgan answered.
"Shall I show you around?" Dudley offered.
"If it will please you." She answered in a polite tone. Harry listened to the loud thuds that Dudley emitted coming up the stairs.
"This is my parents room...And this..." He stopped in front of Harry's room. Harry held his breath and listened. "Is a spare room we use for storage."
"Storage is it?" She asked, skeptical.
"Yes. We store things in it."
"What things?" She continued questioning.
"Just old things. We keep the door locked. Valuable things you know."
"May I see?" Harry sucked his breath. She wanted to go in!
"Well...we still haven't seen my room. How about we go there and snog?"
"Excuse me? Snog?" She asked, disgusted.
"Err...Start. I said start. I have a project to do and you promised to be my model." He ranted, walking towards his room. She looked at him with disgust and reached for the handle.
"No!" He yelled seeing her at the door. She turned the handle and the door opened to reveal poor Harry and Hedwig in the room.
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"Boy! Come here!" Uncle Vernon screamed from the living room. Harry groaned and rolled over to stare at the small digital clock on his bedstead. 5:48 it blinked. Harry groaned again and stumbled down the stairs, still trying to tie his robe.
"Yes Uncle?" He asked, staring at the ruddy red man before him.
"Eat your breakfast and get up to your room! No noises! And keep that ruddy bird quiet!" Vernon ordered, plopping a dish of runny eggs on the table. "Hurry up! Dudley's girlfriend is coming!" Harry choked a bit of egg in his attempt to keep his laughter in. "Stop coughing!"
"His girlfriend?" Harry finally squeaked his face quite blue.
"Well, she's going to be his girlfriend! Who could turn down my handsome boy? And keep that door locked!" Vernon admitted.
"I feel sorry for the poor twit." Harry murmured running back up the stairs to his room, locking his door behind him. About three hours later and many tears shed about and over Dudley, the doorbell rung. Harry listened to the mad thuds of two heavy and one skinny persons rush down the stairs to answer the door.
"Morgan, my dear! Please! Come in!" Dudley stuttered.
"Thank you, Dudley. Mr. Dursley. Mrs. Dursley." The female voice of which Harry figured belonged to Morgan answered.
"Shall I show you around?" Dudley offered.
"If it will please you." She answered in a polite tone. Harry listened to the loud thuds that Dudley emitted coming up the stairs.
"This is my parents room...And this..." He stopped in front of Harry's room. Harry held his breath and listened. "Is a spare room we use for storage."
"Storage is it?" She asked, skeptical.
"Yes. We store things in it."
"What things?" She continued questioning.
"Just old things. We keep the door locked. Valuable things you know."
"May I see?" Harry sucked his breath. She wanted to go in!
"Well...we still haven't seen my room. How about we go there and snog?"
"Excuse me? Snog?" She asked, disgusted.
"Err...Start. I said start. I have a project to do and you promised to be my model." He ranted, walking towards his room. She looked at him with disgust and reached for the handle.
"No!" He yelled seeing her at the door. She turned the handle and the door opened to reveal poor Harry and Hedwig in the room.