A/N hey guys, this fic really sucks, but i thought i'd give romance a
try.....i'm not into slash, so this is not one of those, hope you guys like
it and don't be too harsh in your reviews....by the way, please review it,
or i will be very miffed at you all.
Disclaimer: the fabulous J.K. Rowling owns the rights, the characters, and
all the good stuff...i only own the idea for this piddly offshoot of her
magnificent series.
Harry sat on his bed at number four, Privet drive. He passed his hand over the slightly throbbing scar on his forehead. It was 5:00 a.m. and he had been awake for an hour already. the sun was just rising in the sky outside his bedroom window, drenching the fog-filled streets with a golden, ethereal light. Constant dreams had haunted his mind ever since he had left school last year. His dreams were filled with visions of Sirius falling behind the slightly billowing curtain, of Sirius at number twelve, Grimauld place, Sirius deuling with Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry had learned to fear slumber. He heard a light tapping noise on his window and looked up to see a snowy white owl rapping her beak urgently on the window pane. Harry levered himself off the bed and slid the window open. "Hey Hedwig." he said tiredly to his owl. He untied the letter attached to her leg. She nipped him affectionatly and then swooped past him, to land on the dresser. Harry sat once more on the edge of his bed and ripped open the letter. He saw that it was his Hogwart's school supplies list. He reached under his bed and pulled out his bag. He grabbed a quill and a jar of ink and scrawled a note onto a slip of parchment.
Ron~ How are you doing? Just got my supplies list, what do you say to meeting me in Diagon Alley this weekend to collect all of our stuff? We could stay at the Leaky Cauldron for the weekend and then we could go back to the Burrow, or Grimauld place, wherever you are currently living. Reply with your answer soon. Harry
He copied a similar note and addressed it to Hermione and set them next to Hedwig on the dresser. She could deliver them when she was finished resting herself. He dragged himself downstairs and into the drawing room. Harry's aunt and uncle were sitting in the ugly, plastic-covered loveseat and Dudley was taking up the entire flower patterned couch by himself. They all had their eyes fixed on the screen which was currently runnning the evening news. Harry tried to be as quiet as possible so that the Dursleys wouldn't see him standing there watching the news. Harry heard his aunt draw a sharp breath, and he trained his eyes on the screen. As he watched, the tv played out the scenario that Harry had been dreading for months. The picture of a blackened street covered with rubble flashed across the screen. The reporter reappeared on the screen. "People on the scene of the crime said that there was a flash of light, and a large explosion, reportedly a car bomb. Seven deaths were reported and there are many more critically injured and otherwhise incapacitated." Harry, eyes wide, stared at the television with rabid attention. He needed to contact someone immediatly so he could be sure of what he thought he was seeing.
Sorry it is so boring in the beginning, it will get better. Please R&R.....emphasis on the review part.....thank you ever so much......Tril
Harry sat on his bed at number four, Privet drive. He passed his hand over the slightly throbbing scar on his forehead. It was 5:00 a.m. and he had been awake for an hour already. the sun was just rising in the sky outside his bedroom window, drenching the fog-filled streets with a golden, ethereal light. Constant dreams had haunted his mind ever since he had left school last year. His dreams were filled with visions of Sirius falling behind the slightly billowing curtain, of Sirius at number twelve, Grimauld place, Sirius deuling with Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry had learned to fear slumber. He heard a light tapping noise on his window and looked up to see a snowy white owl rapping her beak urgently on the window pane. Harry levered himself off the bed and slid the window open. "Hey Hedwig." he said tiredly to his owl. He untied the letter attached to her leg. She nipped him affectionatly and then swooped past him, to land on the dresser. Harry sat once more on the edge of his bed and ripped open the letter. He saw that it was his Hogwart's school supplies list. He reached under his bed and pulled out his bag. He grabbed a quill and a jar of ink and scrawled a note onto a slip of parchment.
Ron~ How are you doing? Just got my supplies list, what do you say to meeting me in Diagon Alley this weekend to collect all of our stuff? We could stay at the Leaky Cauldron for the weekend and then we could go back to the Burrow, or Grimauld place, wherever you are currently living. Reply with your answer soon. Harry
He copied a similar note and addressed it to Hermione and set them next to Hedwig on the dresser. She could deliver them when she was finished resting herself. He dragged himself downstairs and into the drawing room. Harry's aunt and uncle were sitting in the ugly, plastic-covered loveseat and Dudley was taking up the entire flower patterned couch by himself. They all had their eyes fixed on the screen which was currently runnning the evening news. Harry tried to be as quiet as possible so that the Dursleys wouldn't see him standing there watching the news. Harry heard his aunt draw a sharp breath, and he trained his eyes on the screen. As he watched, the tv played out the scenario that Harry had been dreading for months. The picture of a blackened street covered with rubble flashed across the screen. The reporter reappeared on the screen. "People on the scene of the crime said that there was a flash of light, and a large explosion, reportedly a car bomb. Seven deaths were reported and there are many more critically injured and otherwhise incapacitated." Harry, eyes wide, stared at the television with rabid attention. He needed to contact someone immediatly so he could be sure of what he thought he was seeing.
Sorry it is so boring in the beginning, it will get better. Please R&R.....emphasis on the review part.....thank you ever so much......Tril
