hey..im new at this so dont be too harsh........
chapter 1
If you go down a street called Privet Drive, and go to the house belonging to the Dursleys, you will see a neatly kept lawn and a nice normal looking home, but little would you know that if you went inside that house and up the stairs and into the first room on your right, you would see a boy sitting on a bed rubbing his forehead. "Stop it!!!!!" Harry Potter whispered to his forehead. He knew there was no point in telling anyone they all know what it is about, Harry himself knew. Harry walked over to his windowsill, giving up on his scar. The Dursleys were not making anything better, Harry had not even bothered on telling them what had happened to Sirius. Harry did not feel like thinking about it.
Harry had recieved letters from Hermione and Ron, his two best friends who went to school with him at Hogwarts. Harry's stomach gave a lurch he remembered his latest letter from the two. Ron had said that Harry would be seeing them very soon. Hermione had said the exact same thing. That was not the strange part. What really puzzled Harry was that they both had a number three at the bottom of the parchment. Harry figured it would mean three days. In five days he would have to go by the Hogwarts Express. Harry had not been keen on going back to number 12 Grimmauld Place. Everytime someone offered (Hermione and Ron had many times) he would say that he felt safer at Privet Drive, but everyone one knew wht he really did not want to go to Grimmauld Place. Harry was going to be reminded of Sirius. Harry had spent most, if not all, of his summer inside his bedroom. Harry touched his face. He felt dirty. He always felt filthy when he thought of Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry could not forget her evil smile, her gaunt face. He had to kill her. He, Harry, had to kill the women who stole his godfather away fromo him. Then he would kill the man that killed his parents, Tom Riddle. Harry did not think that Tom, Voldemort, deserved to be called anything but the name his father gave him. Tom Riddle. Harry laughed as his scar gave a painful throb and that laugh turned into a sob.
Harry had not talked much to his aunt, uncle or cousin for the past three days. He silently came down the stairs and had his breakfeast (a bit of grapefruit) and went back up the stairs to his bedroom. No one said anything to him and he said nothing to them. The Dursleys were pleased with his behaviour. " Good that you do not talk much now boy. Did they steal your voice or something?" said his uncle Vernon one day at dinner.
"No uncle Vernon." Harry had to admit that he was a little anxious. He had no idea if they were coming or not and if they did come then how would they come in? Harry took a quick shower. He took a lot of showers now.
Harry heard a loud knock on his bedroom door. "Come in.." Harry said. Harry saw his chubby cousin Dudley poke his head in. "Uhh..umm..Harry...you have some uhh...visitors.." Dudley said feebly. Since the year before Dudley had not talked to Harry much. He did not dare look at him in the eye. "Well then let them in Dudders.." Harry said smirking. Harry bolted up. It was Lupin, Tonks and Moody. "Up Harry you know the drill!" said Moody. Harry was smiled at them, and they smiled back.
