~~~~~Disclaimer~~~~~
These characters are not ours, they do not belong to the either of the writers that created this work. They are entirely the property of JKR. We make no money for these stories ~sob~
~Authors's Words= This story was made by two people, working hand in hand. This is not a thing written by one person, it's written by two. We worked side by side for many a sleepless night (you have no idea) to make this, I know we both hope you enjoy it, and we will continue to write on it. Please enjoy. Cyn and Di .~
~~~~CHAPTER ONE: The Point of Contact~~~~~ Privet Drive #4 .
Petunia paused in the kitchen, putting her hands to her hips. That boy still hadn't woken up. She shook her head, and walked to the stairwell. "Harrrry! Harrry Potter! Wake up this instant!" she yelled up the steps..it was too much effort to go get the boy up herself. Of course, they had to at least treat the little brat to something like hospitality now, what with the threats they had received. "Harrry!" She screeched again, before heading back towards the kitchen. It was time for him to make his "contact" that those...those people had ordered. She did NOT want them in her house. They where..where crazed madmen, and she wanted them as far away from her and her family as possible. She patted her hair, before stepping into the kitchen. Fastening the bow on the back of her apron. "Where is that boy?" She asked Dudley and Vernon..not really expecting an answer..
Inside the smallest of the bedrooms at Number 4 Privet Drive, a jet- black haired teenager looked up from the book he was studying, and groaned. Voldemort had woken him up last night, sharing the 'joy' of the scene of muggle torture. Closing the book, the young man ran his fingers through the messy crop of hair, pushing it away from his forehead, temporarily exposing the jagged lightening-bolt shaped scar that marked him so different from everyone else. Because it was a curse scar. And he was the only one in the world that had one of them. Because this one came from "Avada Kedavra". The killing curse. Which Harry had survived w hen he was a year old. Harry Potter, was a wizard. To be specific, the Saviour of the wizarding world. Closing the book, 1001 Magical Herbs and Fungii, He placed it upon the bed, and called out, "Coming Aunt Petunia!" before rising from the bed, and stiffly moving towards the door. The cruciatus always left one feeling stiff, and he'd experienced the echos of it no less than ten times last night. Slowly, he made his way down the stairs, stepping carefully, and found his 'family'. "Yes Aunt Petunia?"
She rolled her eyes, smoothing down her apron. "Your supposed to contact...those..those ...those.." she almost spat the word. "Those people again today, remember? " she swished over to the stove, and flipped the ham that was cooking away on the stove, they couldn't make the boy work for his keep anymore, so she had to do it herself. She almost snarled. "Besides, breakfast is almost ready, and since we have to feed you as well as house you now, you'd better be down here on time, or I'll toss it to the dogs." she turned away, flouncing over to give Vernon his morning cup of coffee. Dudley looked up from the handheld game he was playing "Moommy..can I have another donut? I'm hungry!" he whined..
Harry smoothed his hair down over his scar as he flopped down at the table across from his cousin Dudley, who promptly looked down at his plate. Every since the dementor attack, Dudley had attacked different, almost scared of Harry. Which suited him just fine. The green eyed teenager supressed a smile as Petunia put a small portion of ham, and an even smaller pancake on his plate, and mumbled a thank you, before wolfing the food down. Here lately, he'd been hungry more often, and could swear he was going through a growth spurt. /Maybe I wont be the shortest guy in classes this year/ He thought to himself, before mentally composing his letter to the order. He was definitely going to ask when he could get out of here.
She served Vernon his breakfast,and fixed herself a healthy plate of food. Dudley she satisfied with more donuts. She glared at Harry as she ate. "Don't forget to write them " she warned him, her stare cold, the consciquences if they came here, would be greater than what anything they would do to her and her family she was sure. She rolled her eyes, and turned her back on the boy, somewhat glad that she had given him small portions, while everyone else's heaped over the plates almost..
"Yesss Aunt Petunia." He muttered, and instantly Vernon Dursely smacked him on the head with the morning paper he'd been reading as he ate. "You mind your manners in this house, you ungrateful freak! You treat your aunt with respect or else!" Anger began to build in Harry and he looked at Vernon as he rose up from his seat. "Or else what?" He spat. "I tell the order that you've threatened me? That you've hit me?" At his words, Vernon paled and then went purple with surpressed fear and rage, and Harry grinned to himself as he took his plate over to the sink and put it down. "I'll go write them now." He said quietly, and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Petunia shook her head. "Freak boy" she uttered as the door shut. "I'll be glad when he's gone.." Vernon murmered and Dudley whined, wanting more to eat, no doubt. Petunia smiled at her son. "It'll be better soon, he'll go back to that school, and we won't have to put up with him for much longer..." she went over and sat between her husband and son, lavishing attention on the both of them. Completely content in ignoring the fact that Harry existed for at least the time being.
Pushing open the door to his room seconds later, Harry looked around the comfortable mess, smirking. It drove his aunt nuts that he didnt keep his room as clean as the rest of the house, and since his 'freak stuff' was kept in here, she refused to step foot in the place. Going over to the small writing desk, he unearthed a piece of clean parchment, and got out his quill and inkpot. For a moment he closed his eyes, thinking. Then, as much as he'd considered telling the order or at least Lupin how he was feeling, the things that were going on in his head, the same cursory note got scratched down. "Hello Professor, The muggles are treating me okay. My scar is doing okay. Any news yet on when I get to go to the Weasleys? Respectfully, Harry". Rolling up the piece of parchment, he put a rubber band around it, and reach it towards Hedwig. "I don't have any string girl. Think you can carry this like this?" The snowy white owl, which he'd had going on six years now, gave him a look that made him feel extremely stupid, and reach out one claw. When he placed it in her talons, she gripped it tightly, and flew from the perch he'd rigged beside her cage, out into the day.
These characters are not ours, they do not belong to the either of the writers that created this work. They are entirely the property of JKR. We make no money for these stories ~sob~
~Authors's Words= This story was made by two people, working hand in hand. This is not a thing written by one person, it's written by two. We worked side by side for many a sleepless night (you have no idea) to make this, I know we both hope you enjoy it, and we will continue to write on it. Please enjoy. Cyn and Di .~
~~~~CHAPTER ONE: The Point of Contact~~~~~ Privet Drive #4 .
Petunia paused in the kitchen, putting her hands to her hips. That boy still hadn't woken up. She shook her head, and walked to the stairwell. "Harrrry! Harrry Potter! Wake up this instant!" she yelled up the steps..it was too much effort to go get the boy up herself. Of course, they had to at least treat the little brat to something like hospitality now, what with the threats they had received. "Harrry!" She screeched again, before heading back towards the kitchen. It was time for him to make his "contact" that those...those people had ordered. She did NOT want them in her house. They where..where crazed madmen, and she wanted them as far away from her and her family as possible. She patted her hair, before stepping into the kitchen. Fastening the bow on the back of her apron. "Where is that boy?" She asked Dudley and Vernon..not really expecting an answer..
Inside the smallest of the bedrooms at Number 4 Privet Drive, a jet- black haired teenager looked up from the book he was studying, and groaned. Voldemort had woken him up last night, sharing the 'joy' of the scene of muggle torture. Closing the book, the young man ran his fingers through the messy crop of hair, pushing it away from his forehead, temporarily exposing the jagged lightening-bolt shaped scar that marked him so different from everyone else. Because it was a curse scar. And he was the only one in the world that had one of them. Because this one came from "Avada Kedavra". The killing curse. Which Harry had survived w hen he was a year old. Harry Potter, was a wizard. To be specific, the Saviour of the wizarding world. Closing the book, 1001 Magical Herbs and Fungii, He placed it upon the bed, and called out, "Coming Aunt Petunia!" before rising from the bed, and stiffly moving towards the door. The cruciatus always left one feeling stiff, and he'd experienced the echos of it no less than ten times last night. Slowly, he made his way down the stairs, stepping carefully, and found his 'family'. "Yes Aunt Petunia?"
She rolled her eyes, smoothing down her apron. "Your supposed to contact...those..those ...those.." she almost spat the word. "Those people again today, remember? " she swished over to the stove, and flipped the ham that was cooking away on the stove, they couldn't make the boy work for his keep anymore, so she had to do it herself. She almost snarled. "Besides, breakfast is almost ready, and since we have to feed you as well as house you now, you'd better be down here on time, or I'll toss it to the dogs." she turned away, flouncing over to give Vernon his morning cup of coffee. Dudley looked up from the handheld game he was playing "Moommy..can I have another donut? I'm hungry!" he whined..
Harry smoothed his hair down over his scar as he flopped down at the table across from his cousin Dudley, who promptly looked down at his plate. Every since the dementor attack, Dudley had attacked different, almost scared of Harry. Which suited him just fine. The green eyed teenager supressed a smile as Petunia put a small portion of ham, and an even smaller pancake on his plate, and mumbled a thank you, before wolfing the food down. Here lately, he'd been hungry more often, and could swear he was going through a growth spurt. /Maybe I wont be the shortest guy in classes this year/ He thought to himself, before mentally composing his letter to the order. He was definitely going to ask when he could get out of here.
She served Vernon his breakfast,and fixed herself a healthy plate of food. Dudley she satisfied with more donuts. She glared at Harry as she ate. "Don't forget to write them " she warned him, her stare cold, the consciquences if they came here, would be greater than what anything they would do to her and her family she was sure. She rolled her eyes, and turned her back on the boy, somewhat glad that she had given him small portions, while everyone else's heaped over the plates almost..
"Yesss Aunt Petunia." He muttered, and instantly Vernon Dursely smacked him on the head with the morning paper he'd been reading as he ate. "You mind your manners in this house, you ungrateful freak! You treat your aunt with respect or else!" Anger began to build in Harry and he looked at Vernon as he rose up from his seat. "Or else what?" He spat. "I tell the order that you've threatened me? That you've hit me?" At his words, Vernon paled and then went purple with surpressed fear and rage, and Harry grinned to himself as he took his plate over to the sink and put it down. "I'll go write them now." He said quietly, and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Petunia shook her head. "Freak boy" she uttered as the door shut. "I'll be glad when he's gone.." Vernon murmered and Dudley whined, wanting more to eat, no doubt. Petunia smiled at her son. "It'll be better soon, he'll go back to that school, and we won't have to put up with him for much longer..." she went over and sat between her husband and son, lavishing attention on the both of them. Completely content in ignoring the fact that Harry existed for at least the time being.
Pushing open the door to his room seconds later, Harry looked around the comfortable mess, smirking. It drove his aunt nuts that he didnt keep his room as clean as the rest of the house, and since his 'freak stuff' was kept in here, she refused to step foot in the place. Going over to the small writing desk, he unearthed a piece of clean parchment, and got out his quill and inkpot. For a moment he closed his eyes, thinking. Then, as much as he'd considered telling the order or at least Lupin how he was feeling, the things that were going on in his head, the same cursory note got scratched down. "Hello Professor, The muggles are treating me okay. My scar is doing okay. Any news yet on when I get to go to the Weasleys? Respectfully, Harry". Rolling up the piece of parchment, he put a rubber band around it, and reach it towards Hedwig. "I don't have any string girl. Think you can carry this like this?" The snowy white owl, which he'd had going on six years now, gave him a look that made him feel extremely stupid, and reach out one claw. When he placed it in her talons, she gripped it tightly, and flew from the perch he'd rigged beside her cage, out into the day.
