Chapter 1
Since this is my first chapter of a story(evolving)I thought I would give it a shot! Review me please!
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Harry awoke with a cold layer of sweat on his face. Old memories were swimming through his mind.
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-" The sounds of someone stumbling from a room – a door bursting open – a cackle of high pitch laugh-
-a blood curdling scream echoed the room – something heavy hit the floor- the only movement now was shuffling of feet-
"JAMES!" cried Lily. - weeping filled the room -the high pitched laughter came again -
"Harry! Please – I'd do anything-"
"Stand aside – stand aside, girl!-"
"Not Harry!- Take me instead!-"
"I said STAND A SIDE YOU SILLY LITTLE GIRL!-"
"HARRY!"
-another blood curdling scream filled room- again something heavy hit the ground- only cries of a child could be heard now -
Harry was trembling all over. It was in the dead of night. He had never had a different dream since the beginning of the summer. Remembering each dream brought a hot tear from Harry's shinny emerald green eyes, down his steamy cheek. His parents' voices made emotions burst inside of him. He couldn't fall asleep again. He wouldn't. Not until he memorized his parents' voices. But he couldn't dare to let the pain seep inside of him, to hear his mother cry and beg for his mercy.
Trying to fight back the pain Harry closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. He awoke once again, but this time he was disturbed by his Aunt Petunia, the horse faced sister of his mother.
Rattling on his door with her bony knuckles she screamed, "UP! Get Up!" she rattled some more. "I need you to make Breakfast, now!" Harry let out a sigh as he heard her footsteps disappear from the upstairs hallway and down the staircase into the kitchen. Harry paused for a moment only realizing what she said and with out a doubt he slipped on his oval shaped glasses and down the familiar stairs.
As he entered the rather small but clean kitchen, he just remembered what day it was. 'It was Uncle Vernon's "hope to get a promotion" day.' Harry though inside his head.
Uncle Vernon hadn't awoke from the bedroom yet, because it was only ten to seven, and he woke up at two to seven, just in time for the seven o'clock muggle news. Harry always enjoyed the muggle new because he had grown up with it. Sometimes 'strange' things would appear on the news and would give Harry a heads up in the wizarding world. Aunt Petunia just walked over to him and pointed at the stove. Harry knew what she had meant and started to carefully pull out cups and plates from the cupboards for breakfast.
At 6:58 Harry heard a door slam and male grumbling coming from the upstairs hallway. Moments later, Uncle Vernon stumbled through the sliding glass door way with robe and slippers, some how attached to his round pudgy waist and feet. Pointing one of his sausage shaped fingers at Harry he growled "Coffee, now!" Finding a perfect spot for his round be hind, Uncle Vernon flopped himself down on the lopsided couch, one hand on the remote and the other in the air waiting for Harry.
Harry, quickly, spotted his Uncles' thick sausage like hands, grabbed his favorite coffee mug and poured a reasonable amount into the mug. Uncle Vernon, knowing that Harry did not respect his wishes snapped "More! How many times do I have to tell you?"
"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry mumbled. By now Harry was used to being yelled and snapped at. Over the years of living with the Dursleys Harry was probably punished more than Dudley was of being spoiled, sort of a funny fact really. Now that Harry was in his last year living with the Dursleys he was in his final year at Hogwarts as well. Because of the headmasters' death in June, Harry didn't really know if Hogwarts was going to still be open. In Harry's point of view the entire staff thought that nobody had given the school as much as Dumbledore had.
Aunt Petunia was now telling Harry on how not to burn the bacon when Dudley, his cousin, came waddling in. Aunt Petunia stopped and looked at the piggish figure "Duddikins!"
"I want bacon!" moaned Dudley. Aunt Petunia just smiled and twisted her neck, starring at Harry with a most unpleasant smile. Harry knew what she meant and he was at it in no time. While Dudley was moaning in his 'extra-wide' chair, Uncle Vernon was yelling at the Telly.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!"
" Vernon? What are you talking ab-" Petunia suddenly stopped talking as she turned her face towards the Telly. The News had just made a report, about a major accident on the road way in London. No survivors. Vernon thrusted him self off of the couch and came storming at Harry. Veins popping up in any viable spot on Vernon's' porky face. Since Harry was a underage wizard he got blamed for everything that went wrong (in the dursleys point of view). Vernon grabbed Harry by the collar and dragged him into the hall way. Judging by the face that Harry made at this point in time he had no clue what was going on. Harry could defiantly tell that his uncle was in no state of any sarcasm.
"Do you think, just because your a-" Uncle Vernon didn't sayhis next word because he didn't approve of it. "you can ruin peoples careers! WELL?" At this point Vernon's' face went a deep dark purple sinking into a darker shade. Harry just stood there horror struck.
"I don't know wha-" Harry was cut off by a bad tempered yell.
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW!"
" Vernon! Please! Duddikins is getting scared!" yelled Aunt Petunia from the Kitchen. Harry wouldn't blame her for not coming in the hallway. There wouldn't be enough room with Uncle Vernon in the way. Harry heard Dudley whimper in the next room before his Uncle yelled at him again.
"KILLING INNOCENT PEOPLE! TO GET REVENGE! ON ME!" Ranged Uncle Vernon.
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! I WASMAKING BREAKFAST FOR MUGGLES!" Harry yelled back.
This time Uncle Vernon just stood rooted to the spot by the last word Harry spoke. The last time he made Uncle Vernon this angry was in his second year, when he interrupted a sealing of a major contract from Uncle Vernon's' business.
"ROOM! NOW! AND DON'T EVEN THINK OF COMING DOWN FOR A WEEK!" bellowed Harry's' disturbed Uncle.
Harry didn't need telling him twice. He bolted up stairs and slammed his bedroom door with a bang. It wasn't even noon of the 3rd day of August and Harry had been locked in his room for 4 hours. Bored of being bored Harry reviewed his year six spell books. One after the other, he finally finished with 'Defending the Dark arts' by: Marcia Toshafic.
He got drowsy and looked at the time. He had now been in his room for seven hours strait and Harry still didn't know what his mad Uncle was rumbling on about. He thought it might have been about his "hope to get a promotion Day". Harry finished by stuffing his books under neith the loose floor board tucked under his squeaky bed.