Ch 1- A Week with the Dursleys
A raven-haired boy sat on a park bench, opposite a park with children playing. The wind rustled his hair and whispered in his ears, but the boy didn't notice. This boy was different, but not that you'd know it to look at him. This boy was most definitely different to everyone around him. His Aunt and Uncle, his cousin and even to old Mrs. Figg, who turned out to be a squib (a person born to magical parents, but isn't magical themselves). This Boy is Harry Potter.
Harry looked at the children playing, and for the first time in six years, he wished to be the same as them. To have no cares in the world, and to live freely. However, a wish is just a wish. Harry thought about Ron and Hermione, his best friends. He immediately took the wish back.
Harry was jolted out of his thoughts by a small, jagged rock, hitting him on the shoulder. He looked around to see who had thrown it and saw his cousin, Dudley, and Dudley's best friend, Piers Polekiss standing near the climbing frame. As Harry caught Dudley's eye, he saw him turn to Piers, no doubt telling him that they should probably go home. Harry didn't make a move to get up, even though he could have made Dudley extremely uncomfortable. He just wasn't in the mood. Harry thought about getting up to pack for the Burrow. He had received Ron's letter three days before.
Dear Harry, How have your week of holidays been? Boring no doubt. I thought I would write to tell you that on Friday, we will be coming to pick you up at around 3:30, by way of complimentary Ministry car, to take you back to our place. Hermione's already here, and we have some exciting news to tell you. We will be there, on Friday, weather the Dursleys like it or not. See you on Friday. Ron P.S. Ginny says hi. She's still dating Dean Thomas, pretty stupid choice I think.
Harry was brought back to reality when his scar burned. He wasn't worried- it had been happening a lot lately since Voldemort had returned. Harry looked up to the sky. Grey, perfectly reflecting his mood. He pulled his coat closer too him, suddenly aware of the cold. "I wish Sirius was here", he muttered to himself, tears welling in his eyes. "There must be a way..." but Harry knew there wasn't a way to bring his Godfather back to life, or even as a phantom.
Harry rose from his sitting spot of three hours and decided to go back to the Dursley's and pack. When he was nearly at number 4 Privet Drive, through the gathering dark, Harry spotted three owls soaring through his open bedroom window. Full of curiosity, he sped up, wanting to see what the owls were doing in his bedroom so early in the holidays.
After dodging an angry Uncle Vernon, a spiteful Aunt Petunia, and Dudley's outstretched leg, Harry arrived at his bedroom, and opened the door to find the three owls sitting on his bed. He recognised his own owl, Hedwig, and Ron's owl, Pig, but he had no recognition of the tawny owl that was currently making a nest in his pillow. But he could guess where it came from. Harry opened the letter stamped with the Hogwarts crest.
Mr. Potter, Due to events over the last year, Hogwarts will be shortening its holidays by three weeks. This decision has been reached through thorough planning and regard to the safety of students. The new start of term date is August the 7th. Have a safe holiday, Minerva McGonagall
Harry blinked, unable to let the note register in his mind. Three weeks less? Harry thought himself right in thinking that many students would be outraged at this new school policy. Best tackle the next owl. He coaxed Hedwig over to him and untied the letter on her leg. He recognised the perfect lettering as Hermione's.
Harry. How have your holidays been? Ron just told me that you'd be coming to stay with all of us tomorrow. I can't wait to see you. Ron and I have just received owls about the three-week holiday reduction. Ron is outraged, but I think it's for the best. We'll be able to do much more work, and there will be less of a threat for everyone if we went back a couple of weeks earlier. We had to change the date of our visit to Diagon Alley to coincide with the start of term, and we've decided to go on your birthday. See you tomorrow, Hermione P.S. Ginny says hi.
Well, that had come as no surprise, Hermione thinking that they should go back to school earlier, and Ron thinking otherwise. They would have fought long and hard over that one. Harry thought he'd better see what Ron had to say on the matter, but he was surprised to find that the letter on Pig's leg was not from Ron at all, but from Percy.
Dear Harry. I just thought I'd write to apologise for my behavior last year. Ron has informed me that you read the letter I sent him around Christmas. I am deeply sorry for my actions, and will understand if you do not accept my apology. I am now an active member of the order, and completely accept your version of events. I look forward to see you again tomorrow. Percy
Harry decided not to think about this particular letter, and get to packing. An hour later he was done. Harry couldn't wait until tomorrow. Uncle Vernon's yelling interrupted Harry's thoughts. "Boy! Get down here!" What had he done now? "Coming Uncle Vernon", Harry said, pulling himself off the bed. "Your dinner's getting cold Boy!" "Yes! I said I was coming!"
After dinner, Harry slumped off to his room, in deep thought about girls. He was very surprised that during the one week that he had been home, Dudley had hit it off with three different girls, and boy, had he hit it off! Harry could hear them going at it in Dudley's room, next door to his, almost every night. But it seemed that tonight was an exception thankfully.
Harry arrived at his bed, and striped off. Too hot for Pajamas, he decided. Harry lay on his bed with his boxers and shirt on, smiling to the ceiling, anticipating tomorrow when he would see Ron and Hermione again. He didn't realise that he would see them sooner than he expected.
A raven-haired boy sat on a park bench, opposite a park with children playing. The wind rustled his hair and whispered in his ears, but the boy didn't notice. This boy was different, but not that you'd know it to look at him. This boy was most definitely different to everyone around him. His Aunt and Uncle, his cousin and even to old Mrs. Figg, who turned out to be a squib (a person born to magical parents, but isn't magical themselves). This Boy is Harry Potter.
Harry looked at the children playing, and for the first time in six years, he wished to be the same as them. To have no cares in the world, and to live freely. However, a wish is just a wish. Harry thought about Ron and Hermione, his best friends. He immediately took the wish back.
Harry was jolted out of his thoughts by a small, jagged rock, hitting him on the shoulder. He looked around to see who had thrown it and saw his cousin, Dudley, and Dudley's best friend, Piers Polekiss standing near the climbing frame. As Harry caught Dudley's eye, he saw him turn to Piers, no doubt telling him that they should probably go home. Harry didn't make a move to get up, even though he could have made Dudley extremely uncomfortable. He just wasn't in the mood. Harry thought about getting up to pack for the Burrow. He had received Ron's letter three days before.
Dear Harry, How have your week of holidays been? Boring no doubt. I thought I would write to tell you that on Friday, we will be coming to pick you up at around 3:30, by way of complimentary Ministry car, to take you back to our place. Hermione's already here, and we have some exciting news to tell you. We will be there, on Friday, weather the Dursleys like it or not. See you on Friday. Ron P.S. Ginny says hi. She's still dating Dean Thomas, pretty stupid choice I think.
Harry was brought back to reality when his scar burned. He wasn't worried- it had been happening a lot lately since Voldemort had returned. Harry looked up to the sky. Grey, perfectly reflecting his mood. He pulled his coat closer too him, suddenly aware of the cold. "I wish Sirius was here", he muttered to himself, tears welling in his eyes. "There must be a way..." but Harry knew there wasn't a way to bring his Godfather back to life, or even as a phantom.
Harry rose from his sitting spot of three hours and decided to go back to the Dursley's and pack. When he was nearly at number 4 Privet Drive, through the gathering dark, Harry spotted three owls soaring through his open bedroom window. Full of curiosity, he sped up, wanting to see what the owls were doing in his bedroom so early in the holidays.
After dodging an angry Uncle Vernon, a spiteful Aunt Petunia, and Dudley's outstretched leg, Harry arrived at his bedroom, and opened the door to find the three owls sitting on his bed. He recognised his own owl, Hedwig, and Ron's owl, Pig, but he had no recognition of the tawny owl that was currently making a nest in his pillow. But he could guess where it came from. Harry opened the letter stamped with the Hogwarts crest.
Mr. Potter, Due to events over the last year, Hogwarts will be shortening its holidays by three weeks. This decision has been reached through thorough planning and regard to the safety of students. The new start of term date is August the 7th. Have a safe holiday, Minerva McGonagall
Harry blinked, unable to let the note register in his mind. Three weeks less? Harry thought himself right in thinking that many students would be outraged at this new school policy. Best tackle the next owl. He coaxed Hedwig over to him and untied the letter on her leg. He recognised the perfect lettering as Hermione's.
Harry. How have your holidays been? Ron just told me that you'd be coming to stay with all of us tomorrow. I can't wait to see you. Ron and I have just received owls about the three-week holiday reduction. Ron is outraged, but I think it's for the best. We'll be able to do much more work, and there will be less of a threat for everyone if we went back a couple of weeks earlier. We had to change the date of our visit to Diagon Alley to coincide with the start of term, and we've decided to go on your birthday. See you tomorrow, Hermione P.S. Ginny says hi.
Well, that had come as no surprise, Hermione thinking that they should go back to school earlier, and Ron thinking otherwise. They would have fought long and hard over that one. Harry thought he'd better see what Ron had to say on the matter, but he was surprised to find that the letter on Pig's leg was not from Ron at all, but from Percy.
Dear Harry. I just thought I'd write to apologise for my behavior last year. Ron has informed me that you read the letter I sent him around Christmas. I am deeply sorry for my actions, and will understand if you do not accept my apology. I am now an active member of the order, and completely accept your version of events. I look forward to see you again tomorrow. Percy
Harry decided not to think about this particular letter, and get to packing. An hour later he was done. Harry couldn't wait until tomorrow. Uncle Vernon's yelling interrupted Harry's thoughts. "Boy! Get down here!" What had he done now? "Coming Uncle Vernon", Harry said, pulling himself off the bed. "Your dinner's getting cold Boy!" "Yes! I said I was coming!"
After dinner, Harry slumped off to his room, in deep thought about girls. He was very surprised that during the one week that he had been home, Dudley had hit it off with three different girls, and boy, had he hit it off! Harry could hear them going at it in Dudley's room, next door to his, almost every night. But it seemed that tonight was an exception thankfully.
Harry arrived at his bed, and striped off. Too hot for Pajamas, he decided. Harry lay on his bed with his boxers and shirt on, smiling to the ceiling, anticipating tomorrow when he would see Ron and Hermione again. He didn't realise that he would see them sooner than he expected.