The Bond
Chapter 1—Good News
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, do you think I'd be writing fanfiction?????
A raven-haired boy, with emerald eyes, weathered by so many years of pain and horrors, sat on the windowsill in his bedroom watching the sun go down, ending yet another day of his lonely summer at Number 4 Privet Drive.
The boy, named Harry Potter, had arrived from his school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, two weeks ago to find the Dursleys their same unfriendly selves. Harry had spent the most of the two weeks working outside in the garden and throughout the house. He personally wasn't complaining as it was a lot better in comparison to being cooped up in his room all summer but it also kept his mind off of him. Sirius.
Harry had managed so far to not think about the events of the Department of Mysteries the previous year. But now, as he sat here by his window watching the day fade away, it was inevitable to come. And come it did. He stared up at the purple sky, wondering if Sirius could see him now. Would he be proud? And what about Voldemort? Would he kill Harry in the end? Or would Harry have to carry for the rest of his life the weight of having committed murder?
Aunt Petunia's shrill voice disturbed his musings, calling his to dinner. Harry reluctantly climbed down from his perch on the windowsill and walked slowly down the steps toward the kitchen. He entered to find the Dursleys already seated at the table, filling their plates with food. Harry seated himself, unnoticed by the Dursleys, and made himself a plate.
The family ate in silence, until the telephone rang. Uncle Vernon stood up and went to answer it. He talked for a few minutes and came back, with a large smile on his face.
"That was the head of a drill factory in America. He invited me to come for a few weeks for a convention at his company to see if I like any of his ideas and would like to join my company with his."
Uncle Vernon just stood there, letting this news sink in. Aunt Petunia looked happy, despite the fact that she would be losing her husband for about a month. Dudley looked glad that his dad would be gone because then he would be in charge of everything while Vernon was gone. Harry was definitely glad because that meant that he wouldn't have Uncle Vernon over him the entire summer.
And, although his life had just recently gone to hell, he went to bed that night, warm, sweet relief washed over him.
Chapter 1—Good News
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, do you think I'd be writing fanfiction?????
A raven-haired boy, with emerald eyes, weathered by so many years of pain and horrors, sat on the windowsill in his bedroom watching the sun go down, ending yet another day of his lonely summer at Number 4 Privet Drive.
The boy, named Harry Potter, had arrived from his school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, two weeks ago to find the Dursleys their same unfriendly selves. Harry had spent the most of the two weeks working outside in the garden and throughout the house. He personally wasn't complaining as it was a lot better in comparison to being cooped up in his room all summer but it also kept his mind off of him. Sirius.
Harry had managed so far to not think about the events of the Department of Mysteries the previous year. But now, as he sat here by his window watching the day fade away, it was inevitable to come. And come it did. He stared up at the purple sky, wondering if Sirius could see him now. Would he be proud? And what about Voldemort? Would he kill Harry in the end? Or would Harry have to carry for the rest of his life the weight of having committed murder?
Aunt Petunia's shrill voice disturbed his musings, calling his to dinner. Harry reluctantly climbed down from his perch on the windowsill and walked slowly down the steps toward the kitchen. He entered to find the Dursleys already seated at the table, filling their plates with food. Harry seated himself, unnoticed by the Dursleys, and made himself a plate.
The family ate in silence, until the telephone rang. Uncle Vernon stood up and went to answer it. He talked for a few minutes and came back, with a large smile on his face.
"That was the head of a drill factory in America. He invited me to come for a few weeks for a convention at his company to see if I like any of his ideas and would like to join my company with his."
Uncle Vernon just stood there, letting this news sink in. Aunt Petunia looked happy, despite the fact that she would be losing her husband for about a month. Dudley looked glad that his dad would be gone because then he would be in charge of everything while Vernon was gone. Harry was definitely glad because that meant that he wouldn't have Uncle Vernon over him the entire summer.
And, although his life had just recently gone to hell, he went to bed that night, warm, sweet relief washed over him.