Hey everyone! This is my first Harry Potter fanfic. A little Background
info - this is in Harry's sixth year. Please R&R! Thanks. I hope you like
it! Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 1 - Back to Hogwarts
Harry shuddered slightly as an icy September wind whirled round his bare arms. He peered into the night, hoping only to see his porky cousin, Dudley. Harry jumped as he heard a whoop behind him. He slowly pulled his wand from his back pocket, and turned quickly. Thankfully, the scene that met his eyes was not that of dark wizards, but of a fat muggle and his cowardly accomplice, Piers Polkiss, beating a small child.
Harry thought for a moment. He could take the risk of being beaten by Dudley and Piers, or he could risk the rage of his uncle for not successfully finding and bringing home Dudley and his overstuffed bottom. He weighed his options, then, deciding quickly, he taunted, "Ickle Diddykins, your mummy wants you hoome!" Dudley stopped pounding his fists in the little boy's face, and turned, looking for the source of Harry's voice. Harry could see his rage building as Piers sniggered, he cuffed Piers angrily. "Diddykins! Over here. on Magnolia Crescent!" shouted Harry, grinning from ear to ear. Dudley turned, shaking with rage, to Harry's position, but did nothing but wave goodbye to Piers as he continued to laugh.
Thankfully, Harry and Dudley's trip home was uneventful. Dudley had run ahead, panting and wheezing. Harry heard the scream of Aunt Petunia, "Diddykins! We were worried!" Harry snorted. The least of their worries was Dudley's safety. His favorite pastime was beating on everyone smaller than him (which was just about anyone). Vernon looked contemptuously at Harry, muttering, "I told him. an hour ago. an hour to find my. son."
Thankfully, Harry would soon be away from here. He thought longingly of Hogwarts, and decided to himself he'd even like to go to 12 Grimmuald Place, Sirius's dank house. With a pang of guilt, he remembered that Sirius was gone. He had no one. He wished Sirius had never come to save him in the Department of Mysteries. Harry put a finger to his scar, tracing it thoughtfully. Voldemort did all this. His chest burned with rage. He wished he could talk to Sirius, tell him his frustrations, his longing for a home. Voldemort. he was responsible for everything terrible that had happened in Harry's life, or so he felt.
Harry was snapped back into reality as his Aunt screeched, "Did you hear me?!? Go to your bedroom!" He did not move. He looked at her curiously, tilting his head from one side to another, remembering the howler she had received a year before. What was it that she knew that Harry didn't? Petunia began to turn magenta, the color rising through her face as she screamed, "You've done enough to us over the years! Now go to bed!"
Harry studied her expression for a moment, looking for answers. When he didn't find them he turned to go to his room.
* * * *
It wasn't that Harry didn't have plenty of homework to do, his teachers had made sure of that, but Harry had too much on his mind. He wondered where Voldemort was. He considered writing to Dumbledore, but quickly changed his mind, thinking a letter for no incredible reason might be bothersome to Dumbledore, who also had much to do. Harry drifted off, sitting in the chair beside his desk, thinking of his disconnection with the magical world. "I should go. talk to Mrs. Figg." he yawned. then fell asleep.
Chapter 1 - Back to Hogwarts
Harry shuddered slightly as an icy September wind whirled round his bare arms. He peered into the night, hoping only to see his porky cousin, Dudley. Harry jumped as he heard a whoop behind him. He slowly pulled his wand from his back pocket, and turned quickly. Thankfully, the scene that met his eyes was not that of dark wizards, but of a fat muggle and his cowardly accomplice, Piers Polkiss, beating a small child.
Harry thought for a moment. He could take the risk of being beaten by Dudley and Piers, or he could risk the rage of his uncle for not successfully finding and bringing home Dudley and his overstuffed bottom. He weighed his options, then, deciding quickly, he taunted, "Ickle Diddykins, your mummy wants you hoome!" Dudley stopped pounding his fists in the little boy's face, and turned, looking for the source of Harry's voice. Harry could see his rage building as Piers sniggered, he cuffed Piers angrily. "Diddykins! Over here. on Magnolia Crescent!" shouted Harry, grinning from ear to ear. Dudley turned, shaking with rage, to Harry's position, but did nothing but wave goodbye to Piers as he continued to laugh.
Thankfully, Harry and Dudley's trip home was uneventful. Dudley had run ahead, panting and wheezing. Harry heard the scream of Aunt Petunia, "Diddykins! We were worried!" Harry snorted. The least of their worries was Dudley's safety. His favorite pastime was beating on everyone smaller than him (which was just about anyone). Vernon looked contemptuously at Harry, muttering, "I told him. an hour ago. an hour to find my. son."
Thankfully, Harry would soon be away from here. He thought longingly of Hogwarts, and decided to himself he'd even like to go to 12 Grimmuald Place, Sirius's dank house. With a pang of guilt, he remembered that Sirius was gone. He had no one. He wished Sirius had never come to save him in the Department of Mysteries. Harry put a finger to his scar, tracing it thoughtfully. Voldemort did all this. His chest burned with rage. He wished he could talk to Sirius, tell him his frustrations, his longing for a home. Voldemort. he was responsible for everything terrible that had happened in Harry's life, or so he felt.
Harry was snapped back into reality as his Aunt screeched, "Did you hear me?!? Go to your bedroom!" He did not move. He looked at her curiously, tilting his head from one side to another, remembering the howler she had received a year before. What was it that she knew that Harry didn't? Petunia began to turn magenta, the color rising through her face as she screamed, "You've done enough to us over the years! Now go to bed!"
Harry studied her expression for a moment, looking for answers. When he didn't find them he turned to go to his room.
* * * *
It wasn't that Harry didn't have plenty of homework to do, his teachers had made sure of that, but Harry had too much on his mind. He wondered where Voldemort was. He considered writing to Dumbledore, but quickly changed his mind, thinking a letter for no incredible reason might be bothersome to Dumbledore, who also had much to do. Harry drifted off, sitting in the chair beside his desk, thinking of his disconnection with the magical world. "I should go. talk to Mrs. Figg." he yawned. then fell asleep.