Harry sat awake in his bed, pondering his arrival at King's Cross Station. After Moody, Tonks, Lupin, and the Weasley's had left, the Dursleys seemed all the more nervous around him. Dudley would no longer go into his room, Harry thought this odd, but he may be afraid of who was going to turn up in his room next. But all he seemed to have on his mind lately was what Luna said the night of the big feast...
"'Oh, come on. You heard them, just behind the veil'
'You mean...' He had replied.
'In that room with the Archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that's all. You heard them.' "
And even though Luna may have believed the craziest things known to man, Harry had believed her, for he was positive he had heard voices from behind the veil as well. Could it be true? Could the Ministry be talking to the dead? And if so, could Harry? This was too much for him; the thoughts were slurred around in his head for awhile before he could make any sense of it.
He had been writing to Ron and Hermione every other day now, so as not to arouse suspicion that the Dursleys were treating him unfairly. If anything, the Dursleys barely let it be made known he was alive. But that, in Harry's mind, was an improvement. But still, Harry still wondered if this was because they were afraid of who or what was going to turn up at their door next...
But as Ron and Hermione weren't allowed to tell him the goings on around the Black Residence (He quickly shut the name out of his mind), Harry was quite....BORED. He was waiting till that faithful day when the Weasleys would appear at his door step, followed by an oddly put invitation to the Order's Residence as he now put it.
And even more oddly, a knock was soon heard on the front door, followed by three voices that Harry could never forget. Tonks, Moody, and Lupin were here to pick him up! Just in time for his birthday, this in fact would be tomorrow. Even though it might not have been the Weasleys picking him up, he was still pleased, for this would mean he would get to spend some time with his friends.
Harry gathered his things with the help of Tonks, as Moody and Lupin were explaining something to his Uncle and Aunt. Dudley could be heard shaking under his bed, wondering when the "intruders" would leave... As they were about to leave on broomstick, Harry looked toward the setting sun, just wondering what was ahead...
They left at the stroke of midnight, and they had expected to arrive at the number 12 Grimmauld Place at exactly sun-rise. He had A LOT of time to think about what had happened on the trip. The words of Dumbledore soon appeared in his head....
"...and neither can live while the other survives..."
iSo in the end, one of us will have to go,/i Harry thought to himself... iLove, as Professor Dumbledore said, may have protected me while I was a child...what now? How am I, a nearly 16 year-old boy, going to defeat Lord Voldemort, one who has taken over the entirety of England? Hope. Isn't that what we're all supposed to have?/i At this point, hope seemed to be the last grain of sand left in his hour glass...Harry could envision his 'hour glass of life' tipping over and smashing into a thousand pieces at the hands of Voldemort...
They soon arrived at Grimmauld place, and as they entered the shabby house, Harry was in no mood for anything...But as hope has it, things change, and evidently, Harry's mood seemed to...
*
Harry entered the house slowly and softly so as not to disturb the sleeping portraits. As no one was awake, he headed upstairs lugging his stuff quietly. He entered the room and threw himself onto the bed; he drifted off to sleep soon after...
He awoke to the usual sounds of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, laughter and loud talking. He suddenly remembered his Godfather, and the shattered two way mirror which he could have come in handy if he hadn't been so dense. He put that into the back out his mind for now.
Having been picked up from the Dursleys' meant both more time with his friends, and actually getting to celebrate his birthday with them. For Harry, the presents didn't seem to matter, it was more that he got to share (what used to be) just any other boring day with his friends... Trust is what Harry had in his friends most, and at that, he was never to going to give up!
As Harry quickly got dressed and came down stairs, the sweet smell of breakfast filled the air.
The kitchen was filled with voices, "Happy Birthday Harry!"
As he entered the packed kitchen welcomes, hugs from both Mrs. Weasley and Hermione, and plain and simple hellos were exchanged. Also, presents were exchanged; many thank-yous were said as Harry finally sat down.
"Hey Harry!" Ron greeted Harry warmly.
"I hope they didn't treat you TOO badly this year..." Ron said grinning.
"We have a whole bunch of new people! This is the Mc Dervish family they've come quite a long way. But this..." Ron pointed out a man, woman and girl about Harry's age in the corner. He continued on, "This is the Jones family. They moved here from Canada."
Ron, grinning turned to Harry, i"Though I've got no idea where that is... Better ask Hermione!" /i Ron mouthed.
The young girl from the Jones family stood up.
"Hi! My name is Lauren Jones," She said nicely. She had dark brown hair, and dressed like an average American, tight jeans, and a black and red sweater.
"Hullo, I'm Harry Potter," Harry replied.
Harry thought it over, and she seemed pretty nice (And cute, although Harry tried to keep that voice at the back of his head). Harry had breakfast, and the, now, four of them, headed upstairs so the adults could have a quiet word.
As they headed for the stairwell, Harry saw Fred, George (Who, by the way, had taken time out of their busy schedule, to come and visit. Business was apparently, booming.), and Ginny each holding an extendable ear. "See what we can do this year, eh Harry?" George smirked.
They closed the door behind them as they entered Ron's room. As messy as it was, they all (some how) found a place to sit.
"I've been meaning to ask you Lauren, how was school back in Canada?" Hermione asked.
Ron glared at Harry, good old Hermione.
"From what you've told me about Hogwarts," Lauren started "My old school seems ALOT tougher. For one thing, Arithmancy was mandatory, and boy, that was SURE fun..." Lauren said sarcastically. She continued on, "But we had no dances, no Triwizard Tournaments, come to think of it, the school was pretty boring," Lauren explained.
"Speaking of boring," Hermione then turned to Ron.
"I was SUPPOSED to go see Viktor in Bulgaria this summer if SOMEONE," She glared at Ron, "hadn't BEGGED me to come over here," she said as she sighed.
Ron snorted.
"What?" She exclaimed.
"I just wanted to-" Hermione was abruptly by Ron.
"You just wanted to see Vicky?" Ron said quite mockingly.
Hermione glared at him. Lauren was absent mindedly staring at Hermione trying to figure out how long they could go on fighting, but was surprised when they stopped.
Hermione turned away from Ron.
"In August we'll go to Diagon Alley Lauren, it's huge, and packed with loads of Wizards and Witches." Hermione explained to Lauren.
"So anyway, Harry, how was YOUR summer?"
"'Oh, come on. You heard them, just behind the veil'
'You mean...' He had replied.
'In that room with the Archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that's all. You heard them.' "
And even though Luna may have believed the craziest things known to man, Harry had believed her, for he was positive he had heard voices from behind the veil as well. Could it be true? Could the Ministry be talking to the dead? And if so, could Harry? This was too much for him; the thoughts were slurred around in his head for awhile before he could make any sense of it.
He had been writing to Ron and Hermione every other day now, so as not to arouse suspicion that the Dursleys were treating him unfairly. If anything, the Dursleys barely let it be made known he was alive. But that, in Harry's mind, was an improvement. But still, Harry still wondered if this was because they were afraid of who or what was going to turn up at their door next...
But as Ron and Hermione weren't allowed to tell him the goings on around the Black Residence (He quickly shut the name out of his mind), Harry was quite....BORED. He was waiting till that faithful day when the Weasleys would appear at his door step, followed by an oddly put invitation to the Order's Residence as he now put it.
And even more oddly, a knock was soon heard on the front door, followed by three voices that Harry could never forget. Tonks, Moody, and Lupin were here to pick him up! Just in time for his birthday, this in fact would be tomorrow. Even though it might not have been the Weasleys picking him up, he was still pleased, for this would mean he would get to spend some time with his friends.
Harry gathered his things with the help of Tonks, as Moody and Lupin were explaining something to his Uncle and Aunt. Dudley could be heard shaking under his bed, wondering when the "intruders" would leave... As they were about to leave on broomstick, Harry looked toward the setting sun, just wondering what was ahead...
They left at the stroke of midnight, and they had expected to arrive at the number 12 Grimmauld Place at exactly sun-rise. He had A LOT of time to think about what had happened on the trip. The words of Dumbledore soon appeared in his head....
"...and neither can live while the other survives..."
iSo in the end, one of us will have to go,/i Harry thought to himself... iLove, as Professor Dumbledore said, may have protected me while I was a child...what now? How am I, a nearly 16 year-old boy, going to defeat Lord Voldemort, one who has taken over the entirety of England? Hope. Isn't that what we're all supposed to have?/i At this point, hope seemed to be the last grain of sand left in his hour glass...Harry could envision his 'hour glass of life' tipping over and smashing into a thousand pieces at the hands of Voldemort...
They soon arrived at Grimmauld place, and as they entered the shabby house, Harry was in no mood for anything...But as hope has it, things change, and evidently, Harry's mood seemed to...
*
Harry entered the house slowly and softly so as not to disturb the sleeping portraits. As no one was awake, he headed upstairs lugging his stuff quietly. He entered the room and threw himself onto the bed; he drifted off to sleep soon after...
He awoke to the usual sounds of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, laughter and loud talking. He suddenly remembered his Godfather, and the shattered two way mirror which he could have come in handy if he hadn't been so dense. He put that into the back out his mind for now.
Having been picked up from the Dursleys' meant both more time with his friends, and actually getting to celebrate his birthday with them. For Harry, the presents didn't seem to matter, it was more that he got to share (what used to be) just any other boring day with his friends... Trust is what Harry had in his friends most, and at that, he was never to going to give up!
As Harry quickly got dressed and came down stairs, the sweet smell of breakfast filled the air.
The kitchen was filled with voices, "Happy Birthday Harry!"
As he entered the packed kitchen welcomes, hugs from both Mrs. Weasley and Hermione, and plain and simple hellos were exchanged. Also, presents were exchanged; many thank-yous were said as Harry finally sat down.
"Hey Harry!" Ron greeted Harry warmly.
"I hope they didn't treat you TOO badly this year..." Ron said grinning.
"We have a whole bunch of new people! This is the Mc Dervish family they've come quite a long way. But this..." Ron pointed out a man, woman and girl about Harry's age in the corner. He continued on, "This is the Jones family. They moved here from Canada."
Ron, grinning turned to Harry, i"Though I've got no idea where that is... Better ask Hermione!" /i Ron mouthed.
The young girl from the Jones family stood up.
"Hi! My name is Lauren Jones," She said nicely. She had dark brown hair, and dressed like an average American, tight jeans, and a black and red sweater.
"Hullo, I'm Harry Potter," Harry replied.
Harry thought it over, and she seemed pretty nice (And cute, although Harry tried to keep that voice at the back of his head). Harry had breakfast, and the, now, four of them, headed upstairs so the adults could have a quiet word.
As they headed for the stairwell, Harry saw Fred, George (Who, by the way, had taken time out of their busy schedule, to come and visit. Business was apparently, booming.), and Ginny each holding an extendable ear. "See what we can do this year, eh Harry?" George smirked.
They closed the door behind them as they entered Ron's room. As messy as it was, they all (some how) found a place to sit.
"I've been meaning to ask you Lauren, how was school back in Canada?" Hermione asked.
Ron glared at Harry, good old Hermione.
"From what you've told me about Hogwarts," Lauren started "My old school seems ALOT tougher. For one thing, Arithmancy was mandatory, and boy, that was SURE fun..." Lauren said sarcastically. She continued on, "But we had no dances, no Triwizard Tournaments, come to think of it, the school was pretty boring," Lauren explained.
"Speaking of boring," Hermione then turned to Ron.
"I was SUPPOSED to go see Viktor in Bulgaria this summer if SOMEONE," She glared at Ron, "hadn't BEGGED me to come over here," she said as she sighed.
Ron snorted.
"What?" She exclaimed.
"I just wanted to-" Hermione was abruptly by Ron.
"You just wanted to see Vicky?" Ron said quite mockingly.
Hermione glared at him. Lauren was absent mindedly staring at Hermione trying to figure out how long they could go on fighting, but was surprised when they stopped.
Hermione turned away from Ron.
"In August we'll go to Diagon Alley Lauren, it's huge, and packed with loads of Wizards and Witches." Hermione explained to Lauren.
"So anyway, Harry, how was YOUR summer?"