It was cold and dark at the Dursley home. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia
were moping around the house, aimlessly cutting Dudley a fat piece of cake.
The power had gone out and there was nothing to do. Nobody was as miserable
as Harry. It was one week till he started his last year at Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He couldn't wait to get away from the Dursley's
forever, bring the courage to propose to Hermione. But, this might become
the last year of his life. Lord Voldermort was out there still and Harry
knew it was this year or no year.
"Harry, Don't just stand their, go clean your room!" Aunt Petunia. "Why bother, It'll only take the flick of my wand." Harry said aimlessly. "YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC OR SPEAK OF IT UNDER OUR ROOF. YOU'LL BE IN TROUBLE BY YOUR LAW!" Uncle Vernon shouted. Harry look at him unemotionally.
"Not true. I became by the wizard law of age meaning I can do magic outside Hogwarts. I'll turn you into a flobberworm if you don't stop shouting at me and leave me alone." Harry said picking up a textbook. He flipped through Advanced Potions and took out some quill and ink. The Dursleys didn't talk to him after that. An hour later he rolled up the essay he was working on and shut his book. The living room clock read 11 pm. He yawned and went to bed without bothering to say good night to his relatives.
He woke up the next morning to bright sunshine. He grabbed his thing. It was September 1st. It was six in the morning. He heaved his trunk to the curb. "Lumos." He muttered holding up his wand. The familiar bang announced the Knight Bus coming down. Out stepped Stan. "Don't say it. I'm going to London. Here is eleven sickles." Harry said shoving the gold into the man's hands and took a seat. The sun was up in the sky. Harry asked for the Daily Prophet and some food for Hedwig. He smiled as he saw a rather short article of Ron and Hermione, their Head Boy and Girl badges gleaming in the sun.
Hermione. She was a person to die for, someone that would make him happy for the rest of his life. He looked at an article about twelve muggle killings. These were common since Voldermort has returned. He gave it back to Stan and looked at the other passengers. Around ten thirty they arrived at King Crossed. The muggles clamped their ears as, to them, the bus backfired. Harry grabbed a trolley and headed down to Platform 9 and 10. He saw a flash of bushy brown hair and quickly followed. False Alarm, it was Lavender. Harry sighed and boarded the train. He went to the usual compartment. He didn't expect Ron or Hermione to show up for a while after the train leaves. Slowly he drifted off to sleep.
"Harry, Don't just stand their, go clean your room!" Aunt Petunia. "Why bother, It'll only take the flick of my wand." Harry said aimlessly. "YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC OR SPEAK OF IT UNDER OUR ROOF. YOU'LL BE IN TROUBLE BY YOUR LAW!" Uncle Vernon shouted. Harry look at him unemotionally.
"Not true. I became by the wizard law of age meaning I can do magic outside Hogwarts. I'll turn you into a flobberworm if you don't stop shouting at me and leave me alone." Harry said picking up a textbook. He flipped through Advanced Potions and took out some quill and ink. The Dursleys didn't talk to him after that. An hour later he rolled up the essay he was working on and shut his book. The living room clock read 11 pm. He yawned and went to bed without bothering to say good night to his relatives.
He woke up the next morning to bright sunshine. He grabbed his thing. It was September 1st. It was six in the morning. He heaved his trunk to the curb. "Lumos." He muttered holding up his wand. The familiar bang announced the Knight Bus coming down. Out stepped Stan. "Don't say it. I'm going to London. Here is eleven sickles." Harry said shoving the gold into the man's hands and took a seat. The sun was up in the sky. Harry asked for the Daily Prophet and some food for Hedwig. He smiled as he saw a rather short article of Ron and Hermione, their Head Boy and Girl badges gleaming in the sun.
Hermione. She was a person to die for, someone that would make him happy for the rest of his life. He looked at an article about twelve muggle killings. These were common since Voldermort has returned. He gave it back to Stan and looked at the other passengers. Around ten thirty they arrived at King Crossed. The muggles clamped their ears as, to them, the bus backfired. Harry grabbed a trolley and headed down to Platform 9 and 10. He saw a flash of bushy brown hair and quickly followed. False Alarm, it was Lavender. Harry sighed and boarded the train. He went to the usual compartment. He didn't expect Ron or Hermione to show up for a while after the train leaves. Slowly he drifted off to sleep.
