We're Back
Hey everyone. It's been a long time but, I'm back. You might have read the story Return of the Parents by MikaRose. Well that's where I got this idea from. Mika and Rose are my younger sisters and I decided to get back into writing after reading their stories.
This story is about Harry's parents coming back in the summer before his fifth year. About the fifth and sixth books, forget them. In my story his parents' bodies were never found but they were pronounced dead anyway. His parents weren't killed but transported to another dimension. They finally find a way back. Now Harry has to deal with Voldemort's return, his parents, and…….read to find out.
3:00 a.m. Number 4, Privet Drive
Harry lay awake in his bed. He hated it when everyone was asleep and there was nothing to occupy his thoughts. He hated thinking about Cedric and Voldemort but he couldn't go to sleep either. Every time he closed his eyes he could see Cedric's face staring at him, almost blaming him. If it wasn't Cedric, it was Voldemort's hateful gaze. Either way he had to deal with it. So there he was, staring at the ceiling, so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice two others in the room with him.
"Harry." whispered one of the strangers in the room. Harry jumped at the voice and instantly grabbed his wand.
"It's only us, Sirius and Remus." said the one of the men. Harry wasn't satisfied until Sirius transformed into his animagus form.
"What are you doing here?" asked Harry, happy to be drawn away from his bleak thoughts.
"You're not going to believe this but, your parents weren't killed the night Voldemort came for you." said Remus. Harry was too shocked to say anything.
"They lived in a different dimension this whole time. They finally found a way back here. The really want to see you and there is something else." said Sirius.
"What else?" asked Harry, a bit afraid to find out what else they had to say.
"You have a little sister, she's three and she wants to see her big brother really soon. Harry couldn't speak. He didn't know what he should be feeling. His parents came back and he even got a little sister, but he had always thought his parents were dead and now that he was being told otherwise he felt very sad. In the end, he knew one thing. It was all Voldemort's fault.
I know it's very short but, tell me what you think of it and then I'll decided if it's worth my time writing this or not.