This story is set after Book four. It's about basically everyone
Disclaimer: none of the characters featured in this story belong to me. To find out whom they do belong to check the books
Harry sat at the table on a dull Tuesday at Privet Drive. He for the first time in a very long time was actually able to finish his meal without being beaten down for it. He took full advantage of the situation stuffing as much bacon and eggs down his mouth. Dudley apparently was sick or something because he hardly ate any of his own breakfast. " Dudley Are you feeling all right, you hardly touch your eggs." said Petunia in an agitated manner. "Yes I'm fine." Dudley replied like he was annoyed.
Harry knew some how he'd be blamed for this. The Dursleys look for any reason to yell at Harry. "Harry what have you done to my son." " I didn't do any thing to him. I reckon it's that mirror you put in his room." Harry said coolly trying to finish his breakfast. By the look on Vernon's face Harry could tell he said something wrong, but for some reason he just remained quiet. Harry thought it must have been because he was able to use magic out of school now. There was a moment of silence, which was interrupted by the doorbell. Without hesitation Harry rushed to get it. He was glad to see it was the mailman. He took the mail and carried it back to the breakfast table. Vernon took the stack of letters and rest it at his side. Just then the phone had ring, Vernon ordered Harry to answer it. " Why should I get it it's not for me anyway." Dudley then got up to get it. Everyone was too shock to speak. " Hello." he said in a high-pitched voice. " Hold for a minuit." He then said in a low voice. Harry was very surprised to hear the phone was for him. It was Hermione calling from the Airport. She apparently was waiting for her plane the Bulgaria and got bored.
By the time Harry got back to the table Petunia had removed his plate of food. Harry just went up stairs quietly before she asked him to wash the dishes. When Harry got in his room he was pleased to see Hedwig had returned and was in her cage drinking water. Two letters lay on Harry's bed. One was from Sirius and the other was from Ron. Harry opened the letter from Ron first.
Dear Harry,
Can you believe Hermione's parents are letting her go to Victor's house. She had to beg them she said. I reckon she lied about his age too. Any way mom and dad said they would come to pick you up next week. Tell the muggles to expect us. Mom decided to leave Fred and George home this. Send me an owl as soon as possible telling me their response.
Ron
Harry was glad to see that the weasels had given up on trying non-magical methods of communication. Which always seemed to get Harry yelled at.
Harry then opened the letter from Sirius.
Dear Harry, I'm checking in the make sure you're ok. These are dark times Harry, keep an eye out any thing strange happens send an owl to Dumbledore and I as soon as possible. I wanted to tell you not to use magic unless in absolutely necessary. That way Voldermort may not be able to track you down as easily. When you are the Weasleys you may be able to use your magic since I'm sure Arthur and Molly will do anything in their power to protect you I hope the Dursleys aren't giving you to much trouble. Write me soon and tell me how things are.
Sirius
Harry took out a piece of blank parchment and began to write.
Dear Sirius, Thanks for the advice. I'll be at the Weasleys' next week. The Dursleys' aren't giving me much trouble. Dudley doesn't even eat my food anymore. Can you tell me what is Dumbledore sent you to do? I'll have to know sooner or later.
Harry.
Harry was just about to make his way to ask Vernon about him going to the Weasleys when he was stopped in his tracks by a knock. First thing he wondered was which one of the Dursleys ever knocked before they entered his room. Second her wondered what they wanted. He opened the door and was surprised to se it was Dudley. " Dudley the kitchen is downstairs." " I was hoping we could have a chat." Harry knew all to well what Dudley idea of chatting was. It was usually done with his fist.
This is just the first chapter tell me what you think. If you don't see a plot yet don't worry one will form by the next chapter.
Disclaimer: none of the characters featured in this story belong to me. To find out whom they do belong to check the books
Harry sat at the table on a dull Tuesday at Privet Drive. He for the first time in a very long time was actually able to finish his meal without being beaten down for it. He took full advantage of the situation stuffing as much bacon and eggs down his mouth. Dudley apparently was sick or something because he hardly ate any of his own breakfast. " Dudley Are you feeling all right, you hardly touch your eggs." said Petunia in an agitated manner. "Yes I'm fine." Dudley replied like he was annoyed.
Harry knew some how he'd be blamed for this. The Dursleys look for any reason to yell at Harry. "Harry what have you done to my son." " I didn't do any thing to him. I reckon it's that mirror you put in his room." Harry said coolly trying to finish his breakfast. By the look on Vernon's face Harry could tell he said something wrong, but for some reason he just remained quiet. Harry thought it must have been because he was able to use magic out of school now. There was a moment of silence, which was interrupted by the doorbell. Without hesitation Harry rushed to get it. He was glad to see it was the mailman. He took the mail and carried it back to the breakfast table. Vernon took the stack of letters and rest it at his side. Just then the phone had ring, Vernon ordered Harry to answer it. " Why should I get it it's not for me anyway." Dudley then got up to get it. Everyone was too shock to speak. " Hello." he said in a high-pitched voice. " Hold for a minuit." He then said in a low voice. Harry was very surprised to hear the phone was for him. It was Hermione calling from the Airport. She apparently was waiting for her plane the Bulgaria and got bored.
By the time Harry got back to the table Petunia had removed his plate of food. Harry just went up stairs quietly before she asked him to wash the dishes. When Harry got in his room he was pleased to see Hedwig had returned and was in her cage drinking water. Two letters lay on Harry's bed. One was from Sirius and the other was from Ron. Harry opened the letter from Ron first.
Dear Harry,
Can you believe Hermione's parents are letting her go to Victor's house. She had to beg them she said. I reckon she lied about his age too. Any way mom and dad said they would come to pick you up next week. Tell the muggles to expect us. Mom decided to leave Fred and George home this. Send me an owl as soon as possible telling me their response.
Ron
Harry was glad to see that the weasels had given up on trying non-magical methods of communication. Which always seemed to get Harry yelled at.
Harry then opened the letter from Sirius.
Dear Harry, I'm checking in the make sure you're ok. These are dark times Harry, keep an eye out any thing strange happens send an owl to Dumbledore and I as soon as possible. I wanted to tell you not to use magic unless in absolutely necessary. That way Voldermort may not be able to track you down as easily. When you are the Weasleys you may be able to use your magic since I'm sure Arthur and Molly will do anything in their power to protect you I hope the Dursleys aren't giving you to much trouble. Write me soon and tell me how things are.
Sirius
Harry took out a piece of blank parchment and began to write.
Dear Sirius, Thanks for the advice. I'll be at the Weasleys' next week. The Dursleys' aren't giving me much trouble. Dudley doesn't even eat my food anymore. Can you tell me what is Dumbledore sent you to do? I'll have to know sooner or later.
Harry.
Harry was just about to make his way to ask Vernon about him going to the Weasleys when he was stopped in his tracks by a knock. First thing he wondered was which one of the Dursleys ever knocked before they entered his room. Second her wondered what they wanted. He opened the door and was surprised to se it was Dudley. " Dudley the kitchen is downstairs." " I was hoping we could have a chat." Harry knew all to well what Dudley idea of chatting was. It was usually done with his fist.
This is just the first chapter tell me what you think. If you don't see a plot yet don't worry one will form by the next chapter.