Okay, before I start this, this is my first try at a fan fic, so if you make a comment, be nice. :)
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It was a cold, foggy morning at Privet Drive. A dark haired teenage boy sat with his eyes pressed against the window in utter silence. Harry Potter was waiting. He did not know exactly for what. He had no reason to wait except his own gut instinct. Something incredible was going to happen today.
As he sat, bemused out the window, he began to wonder why, in the middle of summer it had gotten so cold and foggy. This morning, Uncle Vernon had left for work in a large, old overcoat coat.
"A fine day for this!" He had said irritably. "Grunning's is already running slow... News says a bout of snow'll hit by noon. This'll throw us off by days! Bye Petunia! Goodbye Dudley!"
Harry's thoughts lingered on the weather for a moment, then he began to think again about what had happened over the Summer. He had escaped the thought for a second. But now it came flooding back. All of it. The look of surprise on Sirius' face as he fell back into that veil. Harry, running toward the veil while Lupin held him back. Voldemort, with that cruel, shrill voice... Harry was furious. He didn't care what Dumbledore said. It was all his fault Sirius was dead. If he hadn't gone off to the ministry to save him without getting all the facts straight...
Harry tried not to think about it. It was more than he could bare...
After staring out the window a little longer Harry grew tired and decided to lay down. Maybe that would get his mind off things. As he began to drift asleep, he thought he heard a suspicious tap outside, but decided it was his imagination and slowly drifted into the unconcious world...
That was a huge mistake.
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It was a cold, foggy morning at Privet Drive. A dark haired teenage boy sat with his eyes pressed against the window in utter silence. Harry Potter was waiting. He did not know exactly for what. He had no reason to wait except his own gut instinct. Something incredible was going to happen today.
As he sat, bemused out the window, he began to wonder why, in the middle of summer it had gotten so cold and foggy. This morning, Uncle Vernon had left for work in a large, old overcoat coat.
"A fine day for this!" He had said irritably. "Grunning's is already running slow... News says a bout of snow'll hit by noon. This'll throw us off by days! Bye Petunia! Goodbye Dudley!"
Harry's thoughts lingered on the weather for a moment, then he began to think again about what had happened over the Summer. He had escaped the thought for a second. But now it came flooding back. All of it. The look of surprise on Sirius' face as he fell back into that veil. Harry, running toward the veil while Lupin held him back. Voldemort, with that cruel, shrill voice... Harry was furious. He didn't care what Dumbledore said. It was all his fault Sirius was dead. If he hadn't gone off to the ministry to save him without getting all the facts straight...
Harry tried not to think about it. It was more than he could bare...
After staring out the window a little longer Harry grew tired and decided to lay down. Maybe that would get his mind off things. As he began to drift asleep, he thought he heard a suspicious tap outside, but decided it was his imagination and slowly drifted into the unconcious world...
That was a huge mistake.