Chapter 1
He was going back. Back to everything that he wanted to forget. Everything that reminded him of his godfather. Everything that reminded him of the stupid, stupid mistake that he made last year. He never wanted to return to that house again.
Harry Potter was returning to the house that Sirius Black lived. Members of the order came today to pick him up for the trip to Number 13 Grimmauld Place. Harry didn't want to go to this house to reminisce about his godfather, a topic that he tried to forget all summer. Instead Harry tried to focus on his birthday on Friday. He would be turning 16 years old and attending Hogwarts for his 6th year.
Harry arrived at Grimmauld Place and was being greeted by members of the Order of the Phoenix. All he wanted to do was see Ron and Hermione. Then he wanted to sleep. He wanted to get away from everyone.
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"Harry dear you look dead on your feet. After dinner why don't you go to bed," a plump woman by the name of Molly Weasley said. Ron and Hermione agreed with her. He did look quite exhausted.
Then a crash and a scream along with the screams from the mad portrait on the next floor were heard. Remus Lupin stood up and ran out into the hallway to check it out. The next thing heard was "That's it! The portraits gotta go!"
Everyone looked at each other and all thoughts of their hunger pain were forgotten as they ran up the next flight of stairs to see the commotion.
"I'm sorry everyone but she said that no one else is allowed in the hallway right now," Lupin said. "She's trying to get rid of the portrait of Mrs. Black."
"Well, good luck with that," Ron sniggered. "That painting is mad. SHE was mad. She'll never get it down."
Harry walked back down stairs thinking about who this girl is and why she's trying to get the painting down. When they went and sat down, all that was heard were curses (both vulgar and magical) being heard. Two women's voices filled the house.
"You blood traitor! You traitor of my flesh!" "Shut up!" "You mudblood lover!" "That is enough! I'm tired of you!" A number of spells and flashes of light filled the house and then a triumphant yell was heard.
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"I'm the best witch in the world! No one can stop me, not even my bitch of a grandmother! I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T. I mean S-M-A-R-T," said a voice coming into the kitchen.
Then a girl came into the room holding a shrieking painting.
"Who wants to see me burn it?"
A/N *** Hello people!! I hope you like this story. I'm not sure where this is going to go yet but I hope that you all like it. REVIEW! REVIEW!
~Prongsiegurl
He was going back. Back to everything that he wanted to forget. Everything that reminded him of his godfather. Everything that reminded him of the stupid, stupid mistake that he made last year. He never wanted to return to that house again.
Harry Potter was returning to the house that Sirius Black lived. Members of the order came today to pick him up for the trip to Number 13 Grimmauld Place. Harry didn't want to go to this house to reminisce about his godfather, a topic that he tried to forget all summer. Instead Harry tried to focus on his birthday on Friday. He would be turning 16 years old and attending Hogwarts for his 6th year.
Harry arrived at Grimmauld Place and was being greeted by members of the Order of the Phoenix. All he wanted to do was see Ron and Hermione. Then he wanted to sleep. He wanted to get away from everyone.
~*~
"Harry dear you look dead on your feet. After dinner why don't you go to bed," a plump woman by the name of Molly Weasley said. Ron and Hermione agreed with her. He did look quite exhausted.
Then a crash and a scream along with the screams from the mad portrait on the next floor were heard. Remus Lupin stood up and ran out into the hallway to check it out. The next thing heard was "That's it! The portraits gotta go!"
Everyone looked at each other and all thoughts of their hunger pain were forgotten as they ran up the next flight of stairs to see the commotion.
"I'm sorry everyone but she said that no one else is allowed in the hallway right now," Lupin said. "She's trying to get rid of the portrait of Mrs. Black."
"Well, good luck with that," Ron sniggered. "That painting is mad. SHE was mad. She'll never get it down."
Harry walked back down stairs thinking about who this girl is and why she's trying to get the painting down. When they went and sat down, all that was heard were curses (both vulgar and magical) being heard. Two women's voices filled the house.
"You blood traitor! You traitor of my flesh!" "Shut up!" "You mudblood lover!" "That is enough! I'm tired of you!" A number of spells and flashes of light filled the house and then a triumphant yell was heard.
*~*
"I'm the best witch in the world! No one can stop me, not even my bitch of a grandmother! I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T. I mean S-M-A-R-T," said a voice coming into the kitchen.
Then a girl came into the room holding a shrieking painting.
"Who wants to see me burn it?"
A/N *** Hello people!! I hope you like this story. I'm not sure where this is going to go yet but I hope that you all like it. REVIEW! REVIEW!
~Prongsiegurl