There's no real plot to this. I'm just making it up as I go along. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and all those other characters are the genius of Joanne Rowling, not me. Lacci, on the other hand, is AAAALLLL MINE. But I don't object to anyone else using her. sooo... yeah. Onto the story. btw, Lacci is my pen name, but she isn't me. in no way is she me. she's my RPG character.
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Harry yawned and opened his eyes slowly. He looked up at the blanket covering his eyes. He often slept with his blanket over his head, he didn't know why. It was probably a habit he had gotten to keep dust from his eyes, back when he had been sleeping in a cupboard.
Well, he wasn't sleeping in a cupboard now. Harry fell not-so-gracefully of the bed, in an attempt to get the blanket off his head. There was a loud thud. Dean Thomas looks across the room at him, his bleary eyes hardly open.
"Wassat fo'? 'S 4 a.m. Go' sleep." Dean opened is eyes a bit more and looked down. "Harry. You're onna floor." He yawned with is slight squeak and rolled over, snoring quietly.
5 in the morning? Harry sighed. There was no hope for it now, he was awake. Harry wormed his way up onto the bed again, for the first time realizing what caterpillars had to go through every day.He peeled the blanket off and got dressed.
Ron woke up to the sound of a body moving around. He opened his eyes a crack, and saw Harry pulling his robes on.
"Where ya goin', Harry? 's... 's really early inna mornin', iss'nit it?"
"I cant sleep," Harry whispered, so as not to wake up anyone else, " I'm just going down to the common room."
"Oh," Ron replied, already making a valiant attempt at sitting up.
"You don't have to come, Ron. Go back to sleep." Harry gave him a smile, and helped him up anyway.
"I'll come anyway. I cant sleep anymore anyway, thank you very much," Ron said mockingly, smiling and pulling his robes on, without bothering to take off his maroon pyjamas. He knew that you could never be sure what would happen when Harry Potter couldn't sleep. They both made their way down the stairs to the common room.
They sat next to the fire, talking with the kind of chat you often have at 5 in the morning. Then Harry thought of something.
"Hey Ron? What day is it today?'
"I don't know. Why?"
Harry stood up and walked over to the calendar. "Ron!! Ron!! Today is the last day of the year!!" He said surprised, half full of excitement and half with disappointment. He would be going back to the Dursley's that afternoon. He liked his home at Hogwarts. But he'd be away from Snape and Malfoy and most of his work.
Ron was much happier than Harry. "Wow! Really? This is great!! The whole school year just went WHOOSH, didn't it? And the weird part is, You-Know-Who didn't show up once, and nothing weird happened!! It just seems like a school year cant go by without something amazing and weird happening, doesn't it? Maybe something will happen at the Dursley's house, like Dudley will turn out to be a wizard, or a fish or something."
Harry gave Ron a strange look for a moment. Then they both burst out laughing. Ron's favorite word appeared to be "weird" these days.
"Well," ron continued, going back to the main topic, "I'll ask mum if you can stay with us. I'm sure she'd say yes. You know how much she loves you."
Harry laughed. "Like one of her own children."
"Not that she needs any more," Ron joked.
Harry smiled. "Well, lets go pack our stuff then." Ron nodded in agreement.
As they were heading back up the stone steps, a few other Gryffindors came downstairs, sleepily. People were waking up. Harry and Ron squeezed past them and up to their dorm.
***
Everyone sat at their tables in the Great Hall, waiting to hear the results for the race to win the House Cup. There was the loud sound of hundreds of children whispering to each other. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat next to each other, whispering just like everyone else.
"Who do you think will win this time," Hermione asked.
"Us, of course. We've won every year," Ron said proudly.
"Well, I don't know. Ravenclaw isn't that far behind us, from what I last heard. And we cant win _every_ time, Ron," said Oliver fairly.
"He's right you know.." Hermione began, but then Dumbledore stood up and began speaking. The Hall fell silent.
"It has been a spectacular year. You were all wonderful. The house points in each house are surprisingly high. They go in this order: Ravenclaw in 4th place, with 559 points."
The Ravenclaw table gave a sigh. They never won.
"Gryffindor in 3rd place, with 620 points."
Many of the Gryffindors gasped. They had come in 3rd place? That hadn't happened in a while. Fred leaned over and nudged Harry. "Don't worry," he whispered, "I bet Dumbledore will pull some points out of his hat. Have you defeated any Dark Lords recently?"
"Slytherin in 2nd place, with 681 points."
A few students from other tables clapped, and the Slytherins moaned.
"And Hufflepuff in first place, with 727 points!"
The Hufflepuff table erupted in cheers. They hadn't won the cup in many many years. None of their 7th years even remembered ever winning. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw stood up and began clapping, slowly and reluctantly followed by Slytherin.
"Hufflepuff wins the House Cup!" Dumbledore shouted happily, giving a large friendly grin to the Hufflepuff house. "And it's about time, too!" Hufflepuff banners fell from the ceiling. They were held up, of course. They didn't fall on the students.
***
After everyone had said their goodbyes and Peeves had given a farewell shower of pulpy orange juice, the Hogwarts Express pulled away. The three well-mentioned Gryffindors sat in a booth together, as always.
"Can you believe it? Hufflepuff!! I forgot there were more than two houses!"
"Now Ron, that's not very nice. I think it's about time Hufflepuff won something. There are a lot of hardworking people in Hufflepuff."
Harry stared boredly out the window while Ron and Hermione chatted about the House Cup. He often did this, although there didn't seem to be much reason. He was he kind of person who stared boredly out windows while his friends had a good time talking. This just seemed to be the way.
Right on cue, Ron said something to Harry, as if he didn't notice Harry as drifting into space.
"Harry, what did you think of the House Cup results?"
"Huh?' Harry asked, turning back to the present instead of watching the clouds about 5 miles ahead. "I don't know anyone in Hufflepuff, really. I think it's good they won for once. Even Slytherin clapped, after all."
Ron nodded, glad that Harry was still there. "Yah, that surprised me too. I mean, why would the Slytherins be happy that someone other than them won?"
Hermione looked at Ron, as though trying to decide whether to correct his grammar or not. "Well, maybe they were just glad we didn't win again."
"That's a good point."
The rest of the ride home consisted mainly of talk about quidditch, muggle music, harry's chances of going to the Weasley's house, and Draco Malfoy. The tray lady came by, and they bought some candy. The trip was uneventful, like usual.
The train stopped, and the students unloaded their things. Ron promised to write to Harry, Hermione hugged them both goodbye, some girl with strangely colored hair bumped into them, and they all said goodbye and went opposite ways. Harry found Vernon waiting by the barrier for him.
"There you are," Vernon grumbled, sounded more irritated than usual. Harry didn't say anything. He pushed his stuff into the trunk and climbed into the back seat of the Dursley's new car.
More uneventful things occurred. Harry wondered if he had even had a more boring time. he had gotten so used to mystery and magic that his normal life seemed too mundane to handle. He hadn't even had an interesting time at Hogwarts this year. He smiled to himself as they pulled into number 4 Privet Drive.
As Harry walked up to the door, carrying all his books and supplies on a cart and holding Hedwig's cage in his other hand, he heard a noise inside. Aunt Petunia was screaming angrily at someone. That's odd, thought Harry. The only other person in the house is Dudley, right? She wouldn't yell at her sweet little Dudley-pooh, would she? Harry grinned at the idea of Dudley getting in enough trouble to be yelled at by Petunia. The idea was absolutely tickling. He just hoped she wouldn't start taking it out on him when he got inside.
Harry decided to wait for Uncle Vernon to go in first. Seeing as he couldn't reach the handle with all he was carrying anyways, this seemed like a smart idea.
Vernon trudged up to the door and stopped. Obviously he could hear the screams too. He blast through the door, yelling blasphemies that made Harry turn pink. And, for once, they weren't aimed at him. He slowly followed Mr. Dursley through the door and shut it behind him.
Harry couldn't seen Petunia, but her noise was ringing through the hallway. Despite his curiosity, Harry wisely decided to avoid the living room and headed up the stairs. Vernon stopped and called after him, "Stay up there until I call you down, d'ya hear?" Harry nodded and pushed his things into his room.
Harry was glad to have a room of his own. He had gotten it a few years ago, when the Dursleys found out about his godfather and decided that a cupboard was no place for a growing boy. And a growing boy he was. Although still being fairly short, Harry Potter was now sleek and slightly muscular, attractive 15 year old boy. He admired himself in the mirror.
"Damn I'm sexy," he said to himself, and laughed. He didn't expect this mirror to talk back. Harry began unpacking his things.
Last year, Harry hadn't been allowed to study at home. The Dursleys didn't want any magic practicing going on in their home. With a little careful persuasion, Harry managed to convince them to let him study in his room. After all, he reasoned, if he got kicked out of Hogwarts, the Dursleys would have to deal with him all the time. And it might just make him so mad he'd turn them all into toads.
As Harry hung Hedwig's cage on a hatstand, he noticed a pile of papers from the Ministry of Magic piled by his door. Actually, they had been more or less shoved through the mailslot Mr. Dursley had installed to feed him through a few years ago. Harry wondered why he, of all people, would get mail from the MOM. And why they would send it to Privet Drive instead of Hogwarts, where he would have gotten in sooner.
Hedwig screeched and flapped her wings carefully, so as not to rip her feathers on the fairly small cage. "Don't worry," said Harry distractedly, patting the side of the cage and looking at the mail, "I'll let you out tonight. Just a few hours away." Harry stood up and picked up the letters. There were five.
He opened the first letter.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,
There is a highly dangerous girl released from Azkaban residing in your house. We will inform you how she got there once we have the facts. She seems to be quite fond of Mr. Harry Potter, and refuses to leave your home. Please respond to this letter, and tell us if you will care for her. She is rapidly getting better and will soon be a normal witch, and she believes she needs Mr. Potter's help in doing this. If you do not wish to adopt her, tell us and we will send men to confiscate her. Thank you.
- The Ministry of Magic
Harry stared blankly at it for a moment. Then he began to get worried. "This doesn't make any sense," he said aloud, clearly fretting. "Why does she want me? A girl released from Azkaban? What can I do? I cant watch someone else! How long has she been here? Why are they leaving her to me? What if she killed Dudley or something? Why do I care about Dudley? Wha.." Harry stopped himself. He was going to hyperventilate. He knew two people who had been to azkaban, his godfather and Hagrid. They both said it was a nasty place to be. The girl could be mentally insane! And they hadn't given him any information on her. How old was she? Why was she in azkaban? What's her name?
Harry sighed. This was too much to think about. One question at a time. "If she was released from Azkaban, obviously she cant be all that dangerous, right?" Harry stood up, grabbed a sheet of paper and a quill, and began writing to the MOM. He didn't bother to read the other letters, he knew they would say the same thing.
As he was writing, the voices from downstairs began to drown out his thinking. After all, the living room was right below Harry's room.
"Come back here you little wretch!"
"Look what she's done to my carpet! My god!"
"Zap."
The last voice caught Harry's attention most. That must be her. It was a slightly high, indifferent voice. There was the sound of someone small crawling over furniture, followed by someone large climbing over furniture and falling over.
"Mummy, make her go back where she came from."
"Zap? Zeeky Boogy Doog."
"Stand still and let me get this on you, or I'll break your little neck!!"
"Yeeeeeek!? Waaaaiii!!"
There were more thuds and crashes, and Petunia kept screaming. Dudley sounded like he had shit his pants, and Harry couldn't tell if Vernon was more frightened or aggravated. After about 3 minutes, Vernon called upstairs.
"Harry, get down here! Now!"
Harry shut his eyes for a moment, and turned to Hedwig for a moment before heading down the stairs. "So much for our welcome home, eh?"
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Harry yawned and opened his eyes slowly. He looked up at the blanket covering his eyes. He often slept with his blanket over his head, he didn't know why. It was probably a habit he had gotten to keep dust from his eyes, back when he had been sleeping in a cupboard.
Well, he wasn't sleeping in a cupboard now. Harry fell not-so-gracefully of the bed, in an attempt to get the blanket off his head. There was a loud thud. Dean Thomas looks across the room at him, his bleary eyes hardly open.
"Wassat fo'? 'S 4 a.m. Go' sleep." Dean opened is eyes a bit more and looked down. "Harry. You're onna floor." He yawned with is slight squeak and rolled over, snoring quietly.
5 in the morning? Harry sighed. There was no hope for it now, he was awake. Harry wormed his way up onto the bed again, for the first time realizing what caterpillars had to go through every day.He peeled the blanket off and got dressed.
Ron woke up to the sound of a body moving around. He opened his eyes a crack, and saw Harry pulling his robes on.
"Where ya goin', Harry? 's... 's really early inna mornin', iss'nit it?"
"I cant sleep," Harry whispered, so as not to wake up anyone else, " I'm just going down to the common room."
"Oh," Ron replied, already making a valiant attempt at sitting up.
"You don't have to come, Ron. Go back to sleep." Harry gave him a smile, and helped him up anyway.
"I'll come anyway. I cant sleep anymore anyway, thank you very much," Ron said mockingly, smiling and pulling his robes on, without bothering to take off his maroon pyjamas. He knew that you could never be sure what would happen when Harry Potter couldn't sleep. They both made their way down the stairs to the common room.
They sat next to the fire, talking with the kind of chat you often have at 5 in the morning. Then Harry thought of something.
"Hey Ron? What day is it today?'
"I don't know. Why?"
Harry stood up and walked over to the calendar. "Ron!! Ron!! Today is the last day of the year!!" He said surprised, half full of excitement and half with disappointment. He would be going back to the Dursley's that afternoon. He liked his home at Hogwarts. But he'd be away from Snape and Malfoy and most of his work.
Ron was much happier than Harry. "Wow! Really? This is great!! The whole school year just went WHOOSH, didn't it? And the weird part is, You-Know-Who didn't show up once, and nothing weird happened!! It just seems like a school year cant go by without something amazing and weird happening, doesn't it? Maybe something will happen at the Dursley's house, like Dudley will turn out to be a wizard, or a fish or something."
Harry gave Ron a strange look for a moment. Then they both burst out laughing. Ron's favorite word appeared to be "weird" these days.
"Well," ron continued, going back to the main topic, "I'll ask mum if you can stay with us. I'm sure she'd say yes. You know how much she loves you."
Harry laughed. "Like one of her own children."
"Not that she needs any more," Ron joked.
Harry smiled. "Well, lets go pack our stuff then." Ron nodded in agreement.
As they were heading back up the stone steps, a few other Gryffindors came downstairs, sleepily. People were waking up. Harry and Ron squeezed past them and up to their dorm.
***
Everyone sat at their tables in the Great Hall, waiting to hear the results for the race to win the House Cup. There was the loud sound of hundreds of children whispering to each other. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat next to each other, whispering just like everyone else.
"Who do you think will win this time," Hermione asked.
"Us, of course. We've won every year," Ron said proudly.
"Well, I don't know. Ravenclaw isn't that far behind us, from what I last heard. And we cant win _every_ time, Ron," said Oliver fairly.
"He's right you know.." Hermione began, but then Dumbledore stood up and began speaking. The Hall fell silent.
"It has been a spectacular year. You were all wonderful. The house points in each house are surprisingly high. They go in this order: Ravenclaw in 4th place, with 559 points."
The Ravenclaw table gave a sigh. They never won.
"Gryffindor in 3rd place, with 620 points."
Many of the Gryffindors gasped. They had come in 3rd place? That hadn't happened in a while. Fred leaned over and nudged Harry. "Don't worry," he whispered, "I bet Dumbledore will pull some points out of his hat. Have you defeated any Dark Lords recently?"
"Slytherin in 2nd place, with 681 points."
A few students from other tables clapped, and the Slytherins moaned.
"And Hufflepuff in first place, with 727 points!"
The Hufflepuff table erupted in cheers. They hadn't won the cup in many many years. None of their 7th years even remembered ever winning. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw stood up and began clapping, slowly and reluctantly followed by Slytherin.
"Hufflepuff wins the House Cup!" Dumbledore shouted happily, giving a large friendly grin to the Hufflepuff house. "And it's about time, too!" Hufflepuff banners fell from the ceiling. They were held up, of course. They didn't fall on the students.
***
After everyone had said their goodbyes and Peeves had given a farewell shower of pulpy orange juice, the Hogwarts Express pulled away. The three well-mentioned Gryffindors sat in a booth together, as always.
"Can you believe it? Hufflepuff!! I forgot there were more than two houses!"
"Now Ron, that's not very nice. I think it's about time Hufflepuff won something. There are a lot of hardworking people in Hufflepuff."
Harry stared boredly out the window while Ron and Hermione chatted about the House Cup. He often did this, although there didn't seem to be much reason. He was he kind of person who stared boredly out windows while his friends had a good time talking. This just seemed to be the way.
Right on cue, Ron said something to Harry, as if he didn't notice Harry as drifting into space.
"Harry, what did you think of the House Cup results?"
"Huh?' Harry asked, turning back to the present instead of watching the clouds about 5 miles ahead. "I don't know anyone in Hufflepuff, really. I think it's good they won for once. Even Slytherin clapped, after all."
Ron nodded, glad that Harry was still there. "Yah, that surprised me too. I mean, why would the Slytherins be happy that someone other than them won?"
Hermione looked at Ron, as though trying to decide whether to correct his grammar or not. "Well, maybe they were just glad we didn't win again."
"That's a good point."
The rest of the ride home consisted mainly of talk about quidditch, muggle music, harry's chances of going to the Weasley's house, and Draco Malfoy. The tray lady came by, and they bought some candy. The trip was uneventful, like usual.
The train stopped, and the students unloaded their things. Ron promised to write to Harry, Hermione hugged them both goodbye, some girl with strangely colored hair bumped into them, and they all said goodbye and went opposite ways. Harry found Vernon waiting by the barrier for him.
"There you are," Vernon grumbled, sounded more irritated than usual. Harry didn't say anything. He pushed his stuff into the trunk and climbed into the back seat of the Dursley's new car.
More uneventful things occurred. Harry wondered if he had even had a more boring time. he had gotten so used to mystery and magic that his normal life seemed too mundane to handle. He hadn't even had an interesting time at Hogwarts this year. He smiled to himself as they pulled into number 4 Privet Drive.
As Harry walked up to the door, carrying all his books and supplies on a cart and holding Hedwig's cage in his other hand, he heard a noise inside. Aunt Petunia was screaming angrily at someone. That's odd, thought Harry. The only other person in the house is Dudley, right? She wouldn't yell at her sweet little Dudley-pooh, would she? Harry grinned at the idea of Dudley getting in enough trouble to be yelled at by Petunia. The idea was absolutely tickling. He just hoped she wouldn't start taking it out on him when he got inside.
Harry decided to wait for Uncle Vernon to go in first. Seeing as he couldn't reach the handle with all he was carrying anyways, this seemed like a smart idea.
Vernon trudged up to the door and stopped. Obviously he could hear the screams too. He blast through the door, yelling blasphemies that made Harry turn pink. And, for once, they weren't aimed at him. He slowly followed Mr. Dursley through the door and shut it behind him.
Harry couldn't seen Petunia, but her noise was ringing through the hallway. Despite his curiosity, Harry wisely decided to avoid the living room and headed up the stairs. Vernon stopped and called after him, "Stay up there until I call you down, d'ya hear?" Harry nodded and pushed his things into his room.
Harry was glad to have a room of his own. He had gotten it a few years ago, when the Dursleys found out about his godfather and decided that a cupboard was no place for a growing boy. And a growing boy he was. Although still being fairly short, Harry Potter was now sleek and slightly muscular, attractive 15 year old boy. He admired himself in the mirror.
"Damn I'm sexy," he said to himself, and laughed. He didn't expect this mirror to talk back. Harry began unpacking his things.
Last year, Harry hadn't been allowed to study at home. The Dursleys didn't want any magic practicing going on in their home. With a little careful persuasion, Harry managed to convince them to let him study in his room. After all, he reasoned, if he got kicked out of Hogwarts, the Dursleys would have to deal with him all the time. And it might just make him so mad he'd turn them all into toads.
As Harry hung Hedwig's cage on a hatstand, he noticed a pile of papers from the Ministry of Magic piled by his door. Actually, they had been more or less shoved through the mailslot Mr. Dursley had installed to feed him through a few years ago. Harry wondered why he, of all people, would get mail from the MOM. And why they would send it to Privet Drive instead of Hogwarts, where he would have gotten in sooner.
Hedwig screeched and flapped her wings carefully, so as not to rip her feathers on the fairly small cage. "Don't worry," said Harry distractedly, patting the side of the cage and looking at the mail, "I'll let you out tonight. Just a few hours away." Harry stood up and picked up the letters. There were five.
He opened the first letter.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,
There is a highly dangerous girl released from Azkaban residing in your house. We will inform you how she got there once we have the facts. She seems to be quite fond of Mr. Harry Potter, and refuses to leave your home. Please respond to this letter, and tell us if you will care for her. She is rapidly getting better and will soon be a normal witch, and she believes she needs Mr. Potter's help in doing this. If you do not wish to adopt her, tell us and we will send men to confiscate her. Thank you.
- The Ministry of Magic
Harry stared blankly at it for a moment. Then he began to get worried. "This doesn't make any sense," he said aloud, clearly fretting. "Why does she want me? A girl released from Azkaban? What can I do? I cant watch someone else! How long has she been here? Why are they leaving her to me? What if she killed Dudley or something? Why do I care about Dudley? Wha.." Harry stopped himself. He was going to hyperventilate. He knew two people who had been to azkaban, his godfather and Hagrid. They both said it was a nasty place to be. The girl could be mentally insane! And they hadn't given him any information on her. How old was she? Why was she in azkaban? What's her name?
Harry sighed. This was too much to think about. One question at a time. "If she was released from Azkaban, obviously she cant be all that dangerous, right?" Harry stood up, grabbed a sheet of paper and a quill, and began writing to the MOM. He didn't bother to read the other letters, he knew they would say the same thing.
As he was writing, the voices from downstairs began to drown out his thinking. After all, the living room was right below Harry's room.
"Come back here you little wretch!"
"Look what she's done to my carpet! My god!"
"Zap."
The last voice caught Harry's attention most. That must be her. It was a slightly high, indifferent voice. There was the sound of someone small crawling over furniture, followed by someone large climbing over furniture and falling over.
"Mummy, make her go back where she came from."
"Zap? Zeeky Boogy Doog."
"Stand still and let me get this on you, or I'll break your little neck!!"
"Yeeeeeek!? Waaaaiii!!"
There were more thuds and crashes, and Petunia kept screaming. Dudley sounded like he had shit his pants, and Harry couldn't tell if Vernon was more frightened or aggravated. After about 3 minutes, Vernon called upstairs.
"Harry, get down here! Now!"
Harry shut his eyes for a moment, and turned to Hedwig for a moment before heading down the stairs. "So much for our welcome home, eh?"