What would come, would come and we would meet it when it did.
Harry thought about these words as he lay on his bed staring blankly into the mystical sky. The swirling colours magenta, ruby red, deep blue twisting and twining into each other.
What would come, would come, well what is what? When will this come? Harry was sick and tired of waiting for Voldemort to come barging into his room. He had done this too often. Like in his first years, he had expected Voldemort to come barging in his classes at any moment. He didn't wish this to happen but the thought had crossed his mind.
Harry had no clue about what was going on in the wizarding world. Living with his aunt and uncle he was barred from seeing or talking to anyone from the wizarding world. He couldn't even speak to his friends; he had to send them notes in secret. Harry got caught once and was threatened.
"I'll lock you and your bloody owl away!"
The horrible thing was Harry couldn't use his uncle Sirius as an escape from trouble anymore.
"That Blistering Murderer hasn't come to save our precious Harry Potter now has he, I'm starting to think he doesn't exist!" This is what Harry was told when he tried to save himself with that excuse. So you see Harry was trapped. Trapped in his home, never knowing what's going on or when trouble was near. It was only a matter of time before Lord Voldemort found him and a way to break the barrier into his home.
He had already broken the barrier his mum put up. Lord Voldemort could touch Harry. Harry remembered all too well that feeling, the feeling of death and destruction. As soon as Voldemort's slender spider like finger touched his face, Harry had wanted to die, wanted to leave all thoughts behind him. It was the worst feeling he had ever imagined. Harry shivered and sighed.
He looked up at the moon the only thing keeping him going was the thought of his friends, oh how he wished he could see them, talk to them face to face. He longed to know what was going on in the world and the struggle against Lord Voldemort. He had fought Voldemort four times and had missed his venomous grasp every time. Do they all think he can't handle what's going on? Of course he's scared but why do they insist on keeping him in the dark.
At the beginning of the holidays he had heard from his friends. Hermione's homework hustles and Ron's family feuds. Harry chuckled as he thought of all the trouble Fred and George must have got into! As much as he loved hearing these fantastic goings on there was more important things that needed to be discussed. The last thing he remembered from Dumbledore was these words,
" Stay under your families security, stay calm. You have been through a lot and you must put it to the back of your mind for now"
As much as he respected Dumbledore and putting aside the amount of times he was right, well, Harry was sick of waiting! Thinking about this last point he sprung from his bed. Thud! He stubbed his toe, pain beyond pain!!
"MRRRRRAHHH THATHARRYPOTTER MRRRRmrrrrr"
Harry froze. Every inch stopped. He tried to breath silently but it wasn't working. He reached for his mouth and nose and held them so no air could escape. Isn't it funny how when you want to breath and not be heard you breath like you've run a marathon race! Harry heard uncle Vernon fall back into his snoring slumber. Harry let out a breath of air. He had been too hot headed he forgot it was midnight.
The thoughts about the wizarding world again filled his head as if it had been full of air. "I wonder what's going on", whispered Harry in a hushed voice to Hedwig. Harry fell into a deep sleep. Surrounding him was masses of people cheering. Every direction came the same words. "Harry! Haarry!" "Harry potter for the cup!" This was a Quidditch match. It was nothing new to Harry. Harry had had this dream every night since the beginning of the holidays. He always saw his family and friends cheering him on.
The sad thing was it always ended with Cedric. Calling his name and falling into darkness. Harry tried to reach for him but then Voldemort's face appeared. His wicked smile piercing Harry's thoughts until.
"WAKE UP YOU SCUM!" Aunt petunia and her huge nose had intruded Harry's bedroom. The dream vanished from his mind. "M.morning P.P.Petunia"
"Wake up I said! We've got a lot to sort out today"
"What do you mean?"
"That exactly, oh well here goes, your moving"
"What!" Harry screamed this with both excitement and amazement.
"Yep, see, knew you would be happy, makes me sick! Anyway that old person . the err. wizard", this was hard for Petunia she swallowed with great difficulty. "Fumblemore or something"
"DUMBLEDORE!" Harry corrected, a little too loudly.
"Alright alright whatever, he wants you stay with your friend Jon is it?"
"RON!" Never make the same mistake twice. CLAP! Harry felt petunias bony fingers against his head.
"Be careful boy we are still your rightful owners and anymore funny business and you won't be going" Harry looked at her with disgust, OWNED? Was ha a pet or an animal Harry felt a sudden serge of anger. Then he remembered the wager he didn't want to chance not getting out of this prison cell.
"Sorry, wont happen again, I'll. err. get ready right away!" "They are picking you up this afternoon, remember NO FUNNY BUSINESS!" She looked at Harry with disgust and gave him a dirty look before retrieving herself from his room. Harry was ecstatic and yet slightly confused. Dumbledore wanted Harry to stay at home not at the Weaslys surely? How come Ron hadn't told him through post?
Well Harry was too excited and only dwelled on these questions for a couple of minutes. He was leaving! Harry was so happy to finally be (as Uncle Vernon would put it) shoved back where he belongs, with the rest of the wizards! Harry thought to himself. He was so happy that if Dobby was there he could have kissed him!
Harry thought about these words as he lay on his bed staring blankly into the mystical sky. The swirling colours magenta, ruby red, deep blue twisting and twining into each other.
What would come, would come, well what is what? When will this come? Harry was sick and tired of waiting for Voldemort to come barging into his room. He had done this too often. Like in his first years, he had expected Voldemort to come barging in his classes at any moment. He didn't wish this to happen but the thought had crossed his mind.
Harry had no clue about what was going on in the wizarding world. Living with his aunt and uncle he was barred from seeing or talking to anyone from the wizarding world. He couldn't even speak to his friends; he had to send them notes in secret. Harry got caught once and was threatened.
"I'll lock you and your bloody owl away!"
The horrible thing was Harry couldn't use his uncle Sirius as an escape from trouble anymore.
"That Blistering Murderer hasn't come to save our precious Harry Potter now has he, I'm starting to think he doesn't exist!" This is what Harry was told when he tried to save himself with that excuse. So you see Harry was trapped. Trapped in his home, never knowing what's going on or when trouble was near. It was only a matter of time before Lord Voldemort found him and a way to break the barrier into his home.
He had already broken the barrier his mum put up. Lord Voldemort could touch Harry. Harry remembered all too well that feeling, the feeling of death and destruction. As soon as Voldemort's slender spider like finger touched his face, Harry had wanted to die, wanted to leave all thoughts behind him. It was the worst feeling he had ever imagined. Harry shivered and sighed.
He looked up at the moon the only thing keeping him going was the thought of his friends, oh how he wished he could see them, talk to them face to face. He longed to know what was going on in the world and the struggle against Lord Voldemort. He had fought Voldemort four times and had missed his venomous grasp every time. Do they all think he can't handle what's going on? Of course he's scared but why do they insist on keeping him in the dark.
At the beginning of the holidays he had heard from his friends. Hermione's homework hustles and Ron's family feuds. Harry chuckled as he thought of all the trouble Fred and George must have got into! As much as he loved hearing these fantastic goings on there was more important things that needed to be discussed. The last thing he remembered from Dumbledore was these words,
" Stay under your families security, stay calm. You have been through a lot and you must put it to the back of your mind for now"
As much as he respected Dumbledore and putting aside the amount of times he was right, well, Harry was sick of waiting! Thinking about this last point he sprung from his bed. Thud! He stubbed his toe, pain beyond pain!!
"MRRRRRAHHH THATHARRYPOTTER MRRRRmrrrrr"
Harry froze. Every inch stopped. He tried to breath silently but it wasn't working. He reached for his mouth and nose and held them so no air could escape. Isn't it funny how when you want to breath and not be heard you breath like you've run a marathon race! Harry heard uncle Vernon fall back into his snoring slumber. Harry let out a breath of air. He had been too hot headed he forgot it was midnight.
The thoughts about the wizarding world again filled his head as if it had been full of air. "I wonder what's going on", whispered Harry in a hushed voice to Hedwig. Harry fell into a deep sleep. Surrounding him was masses of people cheering. Every direction came the same words. "Harry! Haarry!" "Harry potter for the cup!" This was a Quidditch match. It was nothing new to Harry. Harry had had this dream every night since the beginning of the holidays. He always saw his family and friends cheering him on.
The sad thing was it always ended with Cedric. Calling his name and falling into darkness. Harry tried to reach for him but then Voldemort's face appeared. His wicked smile piercing Harry's thoughts until.
"WAKE UP YOU SCUM!" Aunt petunia and her huge nose had intruded Harry's bedroom. The dream vanished from his mind. "M.morning P.P.Petunia"
"Wake up I said! We've got a lot to sort out today"
"What do you mean?"
"That exactly, oh well here goes, your moving"
"What!" Harry screamed this with both excitement and amazement.
"Yep, see, knew you would be happy, makes me sick! Anyway that old person . the err. wizard", this was hard for Petunia she swallowed with great difficulty. "Fumblemore or something"
"DUMBLEDORE!" Harry corrected, a little too loudly.
"Alright alright whatever, he wants you stay with your friend Jon is it?"
"RON!" Never make the same mistake twice. CLAP! Harry felt petunias bony fingers against his head.
"Be careful boy we are still your rightful owners and anymore funny business and you won't be going" Harry looked at her with disgust, OWNED? Was ha a pet or an animal Harry felt a sudden serge of anger. Then he remembered the wager he didn't want to chance not getting out of this prison cell.
"Sorry, wont happen again, I'll. err. get ready right away!" "They are picking you up this afternoon, remember NO FUNNY BUSINESS!" She looked at Harry with disgust and gave him a dirty look before retrieving herself from his room. Harry was ecstatic and yet slightly confused. Dumbledore wanted Harry to stay at home not at the Weaslys surely? How come Ron hadn't told him through post?
Well Harry was too excited and only dwelled on these questions for a couple of minutes. He was leaving! Harry was so happy to finally be (as Uncle Vernon would put it) shoved back where he belongs, with the rest of the wizards! Harry thought to himself. He was so happy that if Dobby was there he could have kissed him!