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Harry Potter and the Ring of Andros
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Visitor
Rain pelted the windows of the houses on Privet Drive, tearing its inhabitants away from their usual gardening and car-washing activities. It seemed that no one living on the street knew what to do with themselves when they couldn't show off to the neighbors with their pristeen lawns of deep green and brand new mid-sized sedans. There was, however, one boy on Privet Drive who was unaffected by the rain. He was slightly tall for his age, and was forced to wear clothes that were far to big for him. He had untidy black hair which hung across his face hiding his famous lightning shaped scar. This boy's name was Harry Potter.
Harry had returned to Privet Drive at the beginning of the summer after his term at Howgwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had ended. Harry had always dreaded coming home to Privet Drive every summer, and this summer was no different. Harry had lived with his aunt and uncle at Number Four Privet Drive since his parents were killed when he was only a year old. They had always treated Harry horribly, but this summer they had tried their best simply to ignore him. Harry knew this was because of a warning they had recieved from members of the Order of the Pheonix.
The Order was a group of witches and wizards that were leading the second war against Lord Voldemort, the greatest dark wizard in a century. It was Voldemort who had killed Harry's parents, and gave him the famous scar on his forehead. Harry had faced Voldemort several times since he had been at Hogwarts, the most recent being only a month ago in the Department of Mysteries.
During this last confrontation with Voldemort, Harry's godfather Sirius had been killed by Bellatrix Lestrange, one of Voldemort's most loyal servants. Sirus's death had devastated Harry, who now knew that it was his fault. No matter what his friends Ron and Hermione said, Harry knew that if he hadn't been tricked by Voldemort into going to the Department of Mysteries, Sirius would have never followed him, and never would have been killed.
"Stop it." Harry said aloud to himself.
He had been thinking about Sirius all summer, and he knew that it wouldn't help him to dwell on it. He layed on his bed staring at the ceiling, trying to think about anything else, but Sirius's face stayed clear in his mind.
He slowly got up off his bed and glanced out his window. He could see the raindrops hitting the street and the trees swaying in the wind, when all of a sudden he noticed something moving up the street. Harry could see that it was the figure of a man, wearing a long, black cloak with a large hood. He was limping badly, and clutched his left side tightly with his right hand. In his left hand, Harry could see that the man was carrying a small piece of wood. It was a wand.
"It can't be." Harry said to himself quietly. What would another wizard be doing on Privet Drive. As the stranger drew closer Harry strained his eyes through his glasses to make out the person's face.
Suddenly the stranger looked up, and Harry was able to see the man's flaming orange hair. It was Charlie Weasley.
Harry Potter and the Ring of Andros
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Visitor
Rain pelted the windows of the houses on Privet Drive, tearing its inhabitants away from their usual gardening and car-washing activities. It seemed that no one living on the street knew what to do with themselves when they couldn't show off to the neighbors with their pristeen lawns of deep green and brand new mid-sized sedans. There was, however, one boy on Privet Drive who was unaffected by the rain. He was slightly tall for his age, and was forced to wear clothes that were far to big for him. He had untidy black hair which hung across his face hiding his famous lightning shaped scar. This boy's name was Harry Potter.
Harry had returned to Privet Drive at the beginning of the summer after his term at Howgwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had ended. Harry had always dreaded coming home to Privet Drive every summer, and this summer was no different. Harry had lived with his aunt and uncle at Number Four Privet Drive since his parents were killed when he was only a year old. They had always treated Harry horribly, but this summer they had tried their best simply to ignore him. Harry knew this was because of a warning they had recieved from members of the Order of the Pheonix.
The Order was a group of witches and wizards that were leading the second war against Lord Voldemort, the greatest dark wizard in a century. It was Voldemort who had killed Harry's parents, and gave him the famous scar on his forehead. Harry had faced Voldemort several times since he had been at Hogwarts, the most recent being only a month ago in the Department of Mysteries.
During this last confrontation with Voldemort, Harry's godfather Sirius had been killed by Bellatrix Lestrange, one of Voldemort's most loyal servants. Sirus's death had devastated Harry, who now knew that it was his fault. No matter what his friends Ron and Hermione said, Harry knew that if he hadn't been tricked by Voldemort into going to the Department of Mysteries, Sirius would have never followed him, and never would have been killed.
"Stop it." Harry said aloud to himself.
He had been thinking about Sirius all summer, and he knew that it wouldn't help him to dwell on it. He layed on his bed staring at the ceiling, trying to think about anything else, but Sirius's face stayed clear in his mind.
He slowly got up off his bed and glanced out his window. He could see the raindrops hitting the street and the trees swaying in the wind, when all of a sudden he noticed something moving up the street. Harry could see that it was the figure of a man, wearing a long, black cloak with a large hood. He was limping badly, and clutched his left side tightly with his right hand. In his left hand, Harry could see that the man was carrying a small piece of wood. It was a wand.
"It can't be." Harry said to himself quietly. What would another wizard be doing on Privet Drive. As the stranger drew closer Harry strained his eyes through his glasses to make out the person's face.
Suddenly the stranger looked up, and Harry was able to see the man's flaming orange hair. It was Charlie Weasley.
