Dear friends, this is my fan fic about Harry Potter.. It will be very scary at times later on, but all I can say is Enjoy reading! ~ Joe


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HARRY POTTER AND THE CRY OF THE EAGLE. PART ONE.
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Chapter I

Evil Wishes


I received a gift tonight
From whom I do not know
Was it a friend, or family - or
Was it an evil dark foe?

It was a still and quiet night in early August. He was soon to be starting his 5TH year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. Harry Potter was a wizard, and the think he really disliked was the summer holidays.. this was because the place he lived was utter hell for him.

The reason that Harry had to live here in the first place is because his parents were murdered by evil wizard Voldemort.. He had cast a terrible fatal spell on his mum and dad, killing them instantly, then he turned for Harry, and attempted to rid of him too, but the power rebounded back and Voldemort became a weak wreck.. Harry unharmed..

Apart from one thing.. the one souvenir of his terrible encounter was a thin lightning bolt shaped scar on his forhead. Occasionally this scar burned and gave him pain for a while, but he liked it because it made him original.

He was only 11 when he received a letter from Sir Albus Dumbledore inviting him to become a student in a wizard school - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry.. He was shocked because he didn't know he was a wizard - a very famous wizard.. So he set off to Diagon Alley - to get all his school supplies for Hogwarts and then he boarded the Hogwarts Express to go to his school.. and on that train he met his 2 best friends - Ron Weasly & Hermione Granger.. Ron weasly had flaring red hair and was in a huge family all of wizards.. He was the 2nd youngest Child in his family and all his older brothers were at or had been to Hogwarts.. Hermione Granger was from a Muggle Background but was a witch. She had wavy brown hair which was just longer than shoulder length.

Throughout his 4 years he'd spent at Hogwarts so far, he'd fallen out with them both lots of times, made up, done very dangerous and naughty things, and helped eachother out in times of need..

Right now, Harry Potters scar was burning..

Harry sat up in bed and groaned, becoming faint as his scar raged in his head.. he heard a series of long bangs and flashes of gold, red, and then finally green. Harry sat up in bed and heard a loud screech as a few owls soared into the window and dropped letters on Harrys bed. Harry stared at the letters and then picked up the first envelope. On the back was the Hogwarts Seal. Harry ripped the letter open and read:

Dear Mr Potter,

The new school term will begin on the 1st of September. The Hogwarts Express leaves the station at 11:00AM sharp. This year I am pleased to inform that you have been selected to play with a range of other peope from the school in a Quidditch Tournament. You will play a various lot of games against other teams...

Yours Sincerley

Minerva McGonnagall
Deputy Headmistress

Harry folded the letter up and put it back in it's envelope, then opened another letter. It was Ron's handwriting so Harry guessed it was him.

Dear Harry,

There's this Quidditch tournament thing - I wasn't selected, but it sounds exciting. Apparantly it only happens once a decade! Wow, Harry were you picked?? I bet you were you are like the best player in the school. Well heres some good news: my mum says you can come down to stay with us for the rest of the holiday!! I'll come for you with Dad tommorow ok?

See you soon!

Ron

Harry smiled. The whole holiday, Dursely-free.. He was going, and that was that. The Dursely's couldn't - and wouldn't - stop him. He opened the final letter.

Soon you will receive my birthday gift. Take care

Harry was shocked. He was still reeling when a huge screeching erupted in the room. A white bird flew in. Harry gasped. It was a lovely eagle. He went and sat on Harry's dresser. Harry got up and decided to name it. He thought of a name - and the first thing that came to him - was Iomega. He smiled and admired it, then lay down on his bed on his back. He stared at the white ceiling and thought. Tommorow night he would be sleeping in Ron's house.. tommorow night he would be away from this hell.. tommorow night Harry Potter, the boy who lived, would enjoy a happy holiday.