Be Careful What You Wish For
A/N: This IS my first fic, so be nice. I wouldn't stop thinking about writing this when I was playing video games and so I finally decided to. Well, sorry!! Okay, I really wanted to write this, but my evil brother was on the computer, and...well, enough about that, just read, review, and...wait for the update.
Chapter One:
It was still summer, and Harry Potter was absolutely dreading the time when he would have to wake up and start chores for his Aunt Petunia. It was only 5:37 on his clock. He was still completely depressed about Sirius' death. The last thing he wanted to do was chores. If anything, he'd rather be with his friends, who hadn't written to him in 3 weeks. But, unfortunately, time passed all too quickly, and before he had time to think about anything, his aunt was pounding furiously at his door waking him up.
His extremely overweight cousin, Dudley, was parading down the hallway and sounded more like a herd of elephants. But, Dudley wasn't just overweight. He hated everyone he was around, and Harry guessed inside his own mind, that the list had Dudley's own 'friends' on it, too. Of course, Dudley wouldn't turn down food if it was poisoned, and that made Harry nauseous almost everyday; the way Dudley ate. He was surprised his heart hadn't collapsed yet. Yet, Harry always had hope.
Aunt Petunia looked up at him. After looking at his anorexic- looking body, she said, "Today, you are going to mow the lawn, wash all the windows, and clean the bathroom." Harry nodded. Another thing he had learned not to do is not to argue with anyone in the household; especially not the deadly Uncle Vernon. Though his chores weren't going to be that hard, since the Dursleys always kept their bathroom clean, same with the windows, and the lawn was practically competing with the neighbors', it wouldn't be too long. 'It should only take about an hour,' Harry thought, not even touching his food. 'It's a good thing, too. It's pretty hot outside. Maybe, if I leave now, I won't have to spend too much time out in the sun.' Possibly, his aunt did have something on her soul that wasn't completely black and burnt. Harry smiled at his idiotic thought. 'Aunt Petunia... have a soul...at all...good one, self.'
Through the chores, Harry was extremely hot, and was finally thankful the Dursleys had one thing when he went to clean the bathroom: an air conditioner. After cleaning the bathroom, Harry went to his room to visit his owl, Hedwig. As he
continued walking down the hall, He heard something that sounded like two birds fighting. Quickening his pace, he opened the door, where he stood in awe as there were feathers floating about the air. He stepped through the clouds of white and tan feathers, each step, looking for his owl. 'So territorial...' he thought as he picked Hedwig up off the desk, stroking her. "And here I thought the males were supposed to be territorial. Oh well, I don't know all that much about owls, I just have one for company," said Harry, putting Hedwig by her cage. 'Now, to find the co-disturbance.' He thought. Ron's owl was sitting perched on the window sill, still breathing hard from the territory war between he and Hedwig. "Come here, Pig." He said, lifting him carefully off of the window.
Picking up the letter from Ron, Harry practically tore it open with relief. Finally, one of his friends wrote to him.
Dear Harry,
WHY IN GOD'S NAME HAVEN'T YOU BEEN WRITING??? Everyone here's really worried about you. At the Burrow, at least. Have you been getting any writing from Hermione? She said she'd write, and also says that Hedwig came to her a few days ago. Anyway, just write back if and when you get this.
Ron
'Shouldn't he have written first?' Harry thought. 'I wrote to the Order, anyway, shouldn't that be good enough?' he rolled his eyes at this. 'Anyway, to that Hermione letter...' he thought looking over at Hedwig. Sure enough, was proudly holding a letter in her beak. He took the letter from her and looked at it. "This is no ordinary letter." He said to his owl. Looking down at the red envelope, he said, "Why does she have to act like...my mother?" He swallowed hard and stuck his arm inside his closet, closing the door as far as he could. Holding the letter in his hand, he tore it open, ready for the explosion.
He knew Hermione would never miss the opportunity for getting to screech at him when Ron wasn't available. He closed his eyes as Hermione's voice flooded throughout his room, telling him how irresponsible he is, and then her voice somewhat calmed and said she missed him, and really can't wait to see him again. Harry smiled at this. Hermione wasn't really the type to stay mad...at him, anyway. He wrote back saying he was sorry, and that he would try to write more often to her.
He then sent Hedwig and Pig on their ways to Hermione and Ron. After he made sure they were out of sight, he began collecting Hedwig's pure, white feathers and putting them in a jar. As much as
he missed his school, the days passed by with the same things going on: Wake up, cook breakfast, do chores, cook lunch, do more chores, cook dinner, sleep...etc, etc. Although, his days didn't go as he would have liked. Instead of just normal weather, he received boiling temperatures of 90 degrees or more, and his nights, well, let's just say, he didn't exactly get to sleep. He continuously had nightmares about Sirius and Cedric dying, constantly revisiting the graveyard and Department of Mysteries. To Harry's well-liking, summer was over quick, and August 31st came, and he couldn't have been happier. By this time, he was with Hermione and the Weasleys, buying his new school books at Flourish and Blotts.
The following night, he was sleeping in his four- poster bed in the boys' dormitories. It felt so good to be back.
A/N: This IS my first fic, so be nice. I wouldn't stop thinking about writing this when I was playing video games and so I finally decided to. Well, sorry!! Okay, I really wanted to write this, but my evil brother was on the computer, and...well, enough about that, just read, review, and...wait for the update.
Chapter One:
It was still summer, and Harry Potter was absolutely dreading the time when he would have to wake up and start chores for his Aunt Petunia. It was only 5:37 on his clock. He was still completely depressed about Sirius' death. The last thing he wanted to do was chores. If anything, he'd rather be with his friends, who hadn't written to him in 3 weeks. But, unfortunately, time passed all too quickly, and before he had time to think about anything, his aunt was pounding furiously at his door waking him up.
His extremely overweight cousin, Dudley, was parading down the hallway and sounded more like a herd of elephants. But, Dudley wasn't just overweight. He hated everyone he was around, and Harry guessed inside his own mind, that the list had Dudley's own 'friends' on it, too. Of course, Dudley wouldn't turn down food if it was poisoned, and that made Harry nauseous almost everyday; the way Dudley ate. He was surprised his heart hadn't collapsed yet. Yet, Harry always had hope.
Aunt Petunia looked up at him. After looking at his anorexic- looking body, she said, "Today, you are going to mow the lawn, wash all the windows, and clean the bathroom." Harry nodded. Another thing he had learned not to do is not to argue with anyone in the household; especially not the deadly Uncle Vernon. Though his chores weren't going to be that hard, since the Dursleys always kept their bathroom clean, same with the windows, and the lawn was practically competing with the neighbors', it wouldn't be too long. 'It should only take about an hour,' Harry thought, not even touching his food. 'It's a good thing, too. It's pretty hot outside. Maybe, if I leave now, I won't have to spend too much time out in the sun.' Possibly, his aunt did have something on her soul that wasn't completely black and burnt. Harry smiled at his idiotic thought. 'Aunt Petunia... have a soul...at all...good one, self.'
Through the chores, Harry was extremely hot, and was finally thankful the Dursleys had one thing when he went to clean the bathroom: an air conditioner. After cleaning the bathroom, Harry went to his room to visit his owl, Hedwig. As he
continued walking down the hall, He heard something that sounded like two birds fighting. Quickening his pace, he opened the door, where he stood in awe as there were feathers floating about the air. He stepped through the clouds of white and tan feathers, each step, looking for his owl. 'So territorial...' he thought as he picked Hedwig up off the desk, stroking her. "And here I thought the males were supposed to be territorial. Oh well, I don't know all that much about owls, I just have one for company," said Harry, putting Hedwig by her cage. 'Now, to find the co-disturbance.' He thought. Ron's owl was sitting perched on the window sill, still breathing hard from the territory war between he and Hedwig. "Come here, Pig." He said, lifting him carefully off of the window.
Picking up the letter from Ron, Harry practically tore it open with relief. Finally, one of his friends wrote to him.
Dear Harry,
WHY IN GOD'S NAME HAVEN'T YOU BEEN WRITING??? Everyone here's really worried about you. At the Burrow, at least. Have you been getting any writing from Hermione? She said she'd write, and also says that Hedwig came to her a few days ago. Anyway, just write back if and when you get this.
Ron
'Shouldn't he have written first?' Harry thought. 'I wrote to the Order, anyway, shouldn't that be good enough?' he rolled his eyes at this. 'Anyway, to that Hermione letter...' he thought looking over at Hedwig. Sure enough, was proudly holding a letter in her beak. He took the letter from her and looked at it. "This is no ordinary letter." He said to his owl. Looking down at the red envelope, he said, "Why does she have to act like...my mother?" He swallowed hard and stuck his arm inside his closet, closing the door as far as he could. Holding the letter in his hand, he tore it open, ready for the explosion.
He knew Hermione would never miss the opportunity for getting to screech at him when Ron wasn't available. He closed his eyes as Hermione's voice flooded throughout his room, telling him how irresponsible he is, and then her voice somewhat calmed and said she missed him, and really can't wait to see him again. Harry smiled at this. Hermione wasn't really the type to stay mad...at him, anyway. He wrote back saying he was sorry, and that he would try to write more often to her.
He then sent Hedwig and Pig on their ways to Hermione and Ron. After he made sure they were out of sight, he began collecting Hedwig's pure, white feathers and putting them in a jar. As much as
he missed his school, the days passed by with the same things going on: Wake up, cook breakfast, do chores, cook lunch, do more chores, cook dinner, sleep...etc, etc. Although, his days didn't go as he would have liked. Instead of just normal weather, he received boiling temperatures of 90 degrees or more, and his nights, well, let's just say, he didn't exactly get to sleep. He continuously had nightmares about Sirius and Cedric dying, constantly revisiting the graveyard and Department of Mysteries. To Harry's well-liking, summer was over quick, and August 31st came, and he couldn't have been happier. By this time, he was with Hermione and the Weasleys, buying his new school books at Flourish and Blotts.
The following night, he was sleeping in his four- poster bed in the boys' dormitories. It felt so good to be back.