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guys as you already know :) they are all owned by the
talented J.K Rowling.
Chapter One
Birthday Wishes
The sun slowly set at number four, Privet Drive, as a teenage boy lay in his bed staring up at the ceiling, which grew steadily darker as the night went on. This became a routine for sixteen-year-old Harry Potter.
His whole world felt like it came crashing down when his godfather died, guilt filling every ounce of him. He kept on replaying the 'what if' game over and over in his mind, scolding himself for not listening to Hermione, for having a saving people thing, like she had told him, and for not taking his occlumancy lessons seriously when he should have. He often found it easier to put blame on Snape, but deep down he knew Snape did all he could and that the true reason his only parental figure he ever knew was gone was because of him. Every so often Dumbledore's calm voice would register into the back of his mind, saying how he wasn't to blame for all this, that Sirius' death wasn't his fault, but he knew it was, no one could convince him otherwise. It seemed like he couldn't get the vision of his deceased godfather from his mind. The look on his worn face as he passed through the veil.
Just then, a small tapping was heard which brought Harry away from his thoughts and onto a small fluttering owl outside his window. Recognising this as Ron's owl, Pig, he quickly opened the window allowing the tiny owl inside where he hooted happily, obviously very proud of his work at delivering the package.
" Shh, Uncle Vernon will hear you, stay still!" Harry grunted, finally managing to hold the over excited owl still so he could retrieve the large package that he had brought. Hedwig's enormous amber eyes looked at the small owl with annoyance as he finally took a rest and began drinking from her water.
Harry instantly recognised the first letter as Ron's and tore it open as quickly as he could.
Dear Harry, Happy Birthday! I hope the muggles are treating you all right, especially since the Order is keeping in close contact with you.
Harry laughed to himself as he remembered his beefy- necked uncle being threatened by Moody as they departed King's Cross.
Mum says someone from the Order will come and get you tomorrow evening around five o'clock to bring you back here. Hermione is coming as well. I attached some chocolate Frogs and some Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans for you to eat in the meantime. Reply when you receive this. See you soon Ron
Harry glanced at the pile of his favourite wizard candy and smiled as he noticed another package was inside with a small letter. He knew instantly that it was from Hermione as he tore it open.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! hope everything is well with you and that you are holding up ok. My family and I just got back from vacation. We went to America and it was a wonderful trip. We visited this all magic village just outside of New York where I bought this interesting book on ancient wizarding mysteries. I'm already half way through; it is such a good read. I attached a book I saw in a small shop in America that I had to buy for you. I hope you enjoy it! Ron mentioned that someone from the Order was going to come and get you. I am heading there too as soon as I can. Hope to see you soon.
Love From
Hermione
P.S. Have you heard anything about your OWLS yet? I haven't and I am quite nervous.
It was a known fact that Hermione was the smartest student in their year and Harry knew that his best friend would have nothing to worry about when it came to her Owls. To be honest, he never even thought about his OWLS, they must have slipped his mind. With the previous years events still haunting him however, things that once seemed so important to him weren't anymore.
He then opened the book that Hermione had bought him and saw that it was a book about his favourite sport, Quidditch. He flipped through the books colourful moving pictures and was interested to see that it talked about a lot of the American teams as well.
"Wow, thanks, Hermione" Harry whispered as he placed the book down on his desk and set his eyes on Pig, who was hooting happily beside Hedwig.
" I guess your waiting for a reply," he told the small owl as he went and found a spare piece of parchment where he quickly scribbled a reply.
Dear Ron,
Thank you for the gift! I sure could use the chocolate frogs right now. Tell your mom I'll be ready and packed tomorrow evening and that I am looking forward to it.
From
Harry
He then attached the piece of parchment to Pig and watched as the minute owl disappeared into the night sky.
Sighing, Harry lied down on his bed; sleep suddenly taking over his body. His last thought before drifting off was that he was soon going to be back with his best friends.
The next morning when Harry went downstairs to find that the Dursley's were already at the breakfast table. Uncle Vernon had his large nose stuffed into the mornings paper while Dudley sat there, his chubby fingers picking at the assortment of fresh fruit infront of him, obviously wishing he had a large plate of bacon infront of him instead.
"Eat up popkin, you need your nourishment" aunt Petunia said, smoothing down Dudley's hair.
" Morning" Harry said, taking a seat across from his cousin and grabbing a piece of toast. He received no reply, except for the small grunt his uncle made, if you would call that a reply. Harry didn't care though; it was big improvement from his previous summer's. Moody's threat seemed to help a lot and Harry would even remind his uncle about this whenever he seemed to forget.
" Uncle Vernon?"
Grunt.
" I was wondering if it was alright if I could stay with my friend for the remainder of the summer?"
Grunt.
" I'm sure my one friend would be quite angry if I couldn't go, you remember him right? the one with the glass eye?"
A small clang could be heard as his uncle seemed to have dropped his fork. Harry knew he had got his uncle's attention.
" How do you plan on getting there, boy?" his uncle replied, setting the paper down and revealing his pudgy face.
Harry thought about this for a second. He honestly didn't know how they were coming.
" er-I don't know" was all he could think of to say.
" Well, I can tell you this much, if they think they are coming in here and blowing apart my living room again, they are wrong" he grunted. " Fortunately, your aunt, Dudley and I won't be here, we are going to visit Marge."
Harry beamed at the thought that the Dursley's wouldn't be home when he left.
" Thanks, Uncle Vernon" he said as he excused himself from the table not bothering to hear his uncle's reply as he ran up the stairs, two at time.
Harry felt like five o'clock would never come, time seemed to be ticking by slowly as ten minutes seemed like an hour. Finally, the Dursley's left around 4:30, his uncle warning him to not touch their things or go anywhere near their brand new stereo and VCR they had just recently bought.
" If I find that one thing is broken or misplaced, boy" he had warned as he stood in the entrance of Harry's room. Slamming his bedroom door shut he heard his uncle exit the house, start the family car and drive away.
Harry decided to wait downstairs once the Dursley's had left. Sitting on the couch he watched the clock hit quarter to five, ten to five, and then finally five o'clock. He eyed the closed up fireplace suspiciously, half expecting a large explosion to come from it like two years previous when Mr. Weasley came to get him for the Quidditch World Cup, but nothing came. He was about to think that whoever was coming was going to be late when he heard a loud crash from outside. Bolting out of his seat, he ran to the front door and opened it to see two figures. One was a young women who was now picking up the fallen trashcans. She had a heart shaped face and medium length blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. The other was a man, who's face looked exactly like it did the lastime he saw it.
" Sorry about that Harry," Tonks smiled " I am such a klutz."
" Harry, how are you doing?" came the male voice.
Harry gave a small smile as he looked up into the face of Professor Lupin.
A/N: Please R&R guys :) this is my first fan fic and I want to know if I should post more or not.
Chapter One
Birthday Wishes
The sun slowly set at number four, Privet Drive, as a teenage boy lay in his bed staring up at the ceiling, which grew steadily darker as the night went on. This became a routine for sixteen-year-old Harry Potter.
His whole world felt like it came crashing down when his godfather died, guilt filling every ounce of him. He kept on replaying the 'what if' game over and over in his mind, scolding himself for not listening to Hermione, for having a saving people thing, like she had told him, and for not taking his occlumancy lessons seriously when he should have. He often found it easier to put blame on Snape, but deep down he knew Snape did all he could and that the true reason his only parental figure he ever knew was gone was because of him. Every so often Dumbledore's calm voice would register into the back of his mind, saying how he wasn't to blame for all this, that Sirius' death wasn't his fault, but he knew it was, no one could convince him otherwise. It seemed like he couldn't get the vision of his deceased godfather from his mind. The look on his worn face as he passed through the veil.
Just then, a small tapping was heard which brought Harry away from his thoughts and onto a small fluttering owl outside his window. Recognising this as Ron's owl, Pig, he quickly opened the window allowing the tiny owl inside where he hooted happily, obviously very proud of his work at delivering the package.
" Shh, Uncle Vernon will hear you, stay still!" Harry grunted, finally managing to hold the over excited owl still so he could retrieve the large package that he had brought. Hedwig's enormous amber eyes looked at the small owl with annoyance as he finally took a rest and began drinking from her water.
Harry instantly recognised the first letter as Ron's and tore it open as quickly as he could.
Dear Harry, Happy Birthday! I hope the muggles are treating you all right, especially since the Order is keeping in close contact with you.
Harry laughed to himself as he remembered his beefy- necked uncle being threatened by Moody as they departed King's Cross.
Mum says someone from the Order will come and get you tomorrow evening around five o'clock to bring you back here. Hermione is coming as well. I attached some chocolate Frogs and some Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans for you to eat in the meantime. Reply when you receive this. See you soon Ron
Harry glanced at the pile of his favourite wizard candy and smiled as he noticed another package was inside with a small letter. He knew instantly that it was from Hermione as he tore it open.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! hope everything is well with you and that you are holding up ok. My family and I just got back from vacation. We went to America and it was a wonderful trip. We visited this all magic village just outside of New York where I bought this interesting book on ancient wizarding mysteries. I'm already half way through; it is such a good read. I attached a book I saw in a small shop in America that I had to buy for you. I hope you enjoy it! Ron mentioned that someone from the Order was going to come and get you. I am heading there too as soon as I can. Hope to see you soon.
Love From
Hermione
P.S. Have you heard anything about your OWLS yet? I haven't and I am quite nervous.
It was a known fact that Hermione was the smartest student in their year and Harry knew that his best friend would have nothing to worry about when it came to her Owls. To be honest, he never even thought about his OWLS, they must have slipped his mind. With the previous years events still haunting him however, things that once seemed so important to him weren't anymore.
He then opened the book that Hermione had bought him and saw that it was a book about his favourite sport, Quidditch. He flipped through the books colourful moving pictures and was interested to see that it talked about a lot of the American teams as well.
"Wow, thanks, Hermione" Harry whispered as he placed the book down on his desk and set his eyes on Pig, who was hooting happily beside Hedwig.
" I guess your waiting for a reply," he told the small owl as he went and found a spare piece of parchment where he quickly scribbled a reply.
Dear Ron,
Thank you for the gift! I sure could use the chocolate frogs right now. Tell your mom I'll be ready and packed tomorrow evening and that I am looking forward to it.
From
Harry
He then attached the piece of parchment to Pig and watched as the minute owl disappeared into the night sky.
Sighing, Harry lied down on his bed; sleep suddenly taking over his body. His last thought before drifting off was that he was soon going to be back with his best friends.
The next morning when Harry went downstairs to find that the Dursley's were already at the breakfast table. Uncle Vernon had his large nose stuffed into the mornings paper while Dudley sat there, his chubby fingers picking at the assortment of fresh fruit infront of him, obviously wishing he had a large plate of bacon infront of him instead.
"Eat up popkin, you need your nourishment" aunt Petunia said, smoothing down Dudley's hair.
" Morning" Harry said, taking a seat across from his cousin and grabbing a piece of toast. He received no reply, except for the small grunt his uncle made, if you would call that a reply. Harry didn't care though; it was big improvement from his previous summer's. Moody's threat seemed to help a lot and Harry would even remind his uncle about this whenever he seemed to forget.
" Uncle Vernon?"
Grunt.
" I was wondering if it was alright if I could stay with my friend for the remainder of the summer?"
Grunt.
" I'm sure my one friend would be quite angry if I couldn't go, you remember him right? the one with the glass eye?"
A small clang could be heard as his uncle seemed to have dropped his fork. Harry knew he had got his uncle's attention.
" How do you plan on getting there, boy?" his uncle replied, setting the paper down and revealing his pudgy face.
Harry thought about this for a second. He honestly didn't know how they were coming.
" er-I don't know" was all he could think of to say.
" Well, I can tell you this much, if they think they are coming in here and blowing apart my living room again, they are wrong" he grunted. " Fortunately, your aunt, Dudley and I won't be here, we are going to visit Marge."
Harry beamed at the thought that the Dursley's wouldn't be home when he left.
" Thanks, Uncle Vernon" he said as he excused himself from the table not bothering to hear his uncle's reply as he ran up the stairs, two at time.
Harry felt like five o'clock would never come, time seemed to be ticking by slowly as ten minutes seemed like an hour. Finally, the Dursley's left around 4:30, his uncle warning him to not touch their things or go anywhere near their brand new stereo and VCR they had just recently bought.
" If I find that one thing is broken or misplaced, boy" he had warned as he stood in the entrance of Harry's room. Slamming his bedroom door shut he heard his uncle exit the house, start the family car and drive away.
Harry decided to wait downstairs once the Dursley's had left. Sitting on the couch he watched the clock hit quarter to five, ten to five, and then finally five o'clock. He eyed the closed up fireplace suspiciously, half expecting a large explosion to come from it like two years previous when Mr. Weasley came to get him for the Quidditch World Cup, but nothing came. He was about to think that whoever was coming was going to be late when he heard a loud crash from outside. Bolting out of his seat, he ran to the front door and opened it to see two figures. One was a young women who was now picking up the fallen trashcans. She had a heart shaped face and medium length blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. The other was a man, who's face looked exactly like it did the lastime he saw it.
" Sorry about that Harry," Tonks smiled " I am such a klutz."
" Harry, how are you doing?" came the male voice.
Harry gave a small smile as he looked up into the face of Professor Lupin.
A/N: Please R&R guys :) this is my first fan fic and I want to know if I should post more or not.