A/N: For my love of the Harry Potter series, I thought I would write
something that would express on what I would like to see in the series. I
am also recapping the books before so that way, you don't need to have read
the books. It will spoil the books though if you haven't. You have been
warned for those that haven't, and for those that find it annoying, I'm
sorry.
Harry Potter, a boy who had survived one of the most unforgivable curses in the magical world, went to Hogwarts. Hogwarts is a school for witches and wizards to learn the magic, which would get them through their life.
One night, Harry was working on homework for his least favorite teacher, Professor Snape. Uncle Vernon yelled up at Harry, "GET DOWN HERE BOY!" Harry hurried down, as he knew that if Uncle Vernon was kept waiting, he would come up into his room. As soon as Harry was in visible range with his uncle, "WHAT IS THIS DOING DOWN HERE, IT BIT ME ONCE ALREADY?" Harry looked to see that an old book that was supposed to be upstairs in his trunk was in Uncle Vernon's hand, tied with a belt. Harry looked at his uncle in surprise. "I don't know," said Harry. His uncle had the reddest face right now, as his sleeve was a little red. Harry imagined that that was where he was bitten. Uncle Vernon had tossed the book to Harry, making sure that the belt wasn't going to snap. Last thing Uncle Vernon wanted was the wrath of Sirus. Sirus was Harry's godfather, who went to a wizarding prison for murder. Sirus was innocent, but Uncle Vernon didn't need to know that. Harry caught the book, and ran back upstairs, to his bedroom. Once he got back, a small white owl, who's was Harry's, was setting on Harry's bed. "Hello Hedwig," said Harry. Hedwig looked at him and moved to reveal a small piece of parcel. As Harry reached to grab it, Hedwig nipped at Harry's fingers. Hedwig then flew over to her cage, and started eating out of the tray. Harry opened the parcel and read;
Dear Harry,
The term for school has been delayed for a week due to the summer's events. With the next letter from Hogwarts, you will receive your supply list. Term will start September 8th. Enjoy the rest of your break.
Professor Albus Dumbledore
Harry looked toward the clock on his dresser. 9:30. He sat down and thought what had happened last year at school. He had come face to face with Voldemort, again. He had met Barty Crouch's son. Barty Crouch worked at the Ministry of Magic. Two years ago, while trying to clear his godfathers name, the supposedly dead Peter Petrigrew had escaped and forced Sirus to go back into hiding. Last year, he had yet met Peter once again, as a servant who helped Voldemort come back to full form. Whether he was back to power or not, was unknown to Harry. Harry is no longer protected from Voldemort's touch. When reached, the Triwizarding Cup transferred Harry and Cedric to a graveyard. Where Voldemort was waiting. Unfortunately, Voldemort had Cedric killed. Harry then remembered Cho, Cedric's date to the ball before the cup. How has she taken it over the summer? After Cedric was killed though, Voldemort used Harry's blood to bring Voldemort back to full form. It could have been any wizard, but Voldemort wanted Harry's. His mother had died to save him, which was a piece of old magic. It had protected Harry from Voldemort's curse. He was the boy who lived.
Harry cleared his mind from that thought, and returned to his homework. An hour later, he had finished. Harry looked at his calendar, which he had on his wall, and crossed another day off. He used this calendar for counting the days till the term started, and he wouldn't have to live with the Dursleys. Total heaven. Harry had put his books under the loose floorboard, and went to bed.
The next morning he had received his mail, from Pig, Ron's owl, and from an unknown owl. Harry had opened Ron's letter first.
Hey Harry,
Have you received the letter from Professor Dumbledore? Weird, Fred and George said that he never delayed the first day of school. What do you think could have happened? Anyway, do you think the muggles would let you stay here for two weeks and then we'd take you to the train? Ask them, I hope they do. Write back their answer.
Ron Weasley.
Harry had remembered the last time he was at the Burrow; he had gone to the Quidditch World Cup. Quidditch was a wizard's sport. Harry had played it ever since his first year at Hogwarts. Harry loved the game. Harry then looked at the strange owl. Picked up the parcel from it and then read:
Harry,
I just got word of the term being delayed. I almost cried. How are you doing with the Dursleys? Hope you can meet Ron and I in Diagon Alley. If not then see you the 8th.
Hermoine
P.S I'm a perfect. Just got the letter yesterday.
Harry smiled at the thought of Hermoine being a perfect. At least she was happy.
Harry put the letters away in a drawer of his dresser then went downstairs for breakfast. When he walked out of his bedroom, Dudley was standing in his way. "You leave your book out? Dad didn't like that, did he?" Harry glared at him. "Paybacks are crude, aren't they?" Harry then realized what Dudley meant by that. Dudley must have found the loose floorboard. Before Harry could say anything, Dudley was out of sight. Harry thought nothing more of it and headed downstairs. Uncle Vernon and the other two were in the kitchen already. Aunt Petunia was frying some bacon for breakfast. Uncle Vernon buried his face in the daily newspaper. Dudley was watching the kitchen TV. Harry had sat down and neither of them had acknowledged his presence. He was used to this. Harry then asked Uncle Vernon about staying at Ron's. "Could I stay at a friends house for the rest of the summer break?" Uncle Vernon had then put is paper down. You could tell the he was thinking. Just a moment later, "I don't care if you die in the next week." Harry took this as a yes, and ran upstairs to send the answer.
Ron,
Uncle Vernon had said yes about me staying there. Come get me as soon as possible, I don't like living here. Let me know when you are coming to get me, and please this time try and use a car, or some other muggle type of transportation.
Harry
P.S. I'm sure Hermoine told you this, but she is a perfect. Figures.
Harry had tied the piece of parcel to Pig's leg and then Pig had set off through the window. Harry then went to Hedwig's cage. Harry brought up some toast from the table, and tore some off for Hedwig. Hedwig accepted it and ate it hurriedly. Harry couldn't wait. Just then another owl came in the window. It was a school owl. It was from Hagrid. Harry opened the parcel and read:
Harry,
Dumbledore is going to be a bit strict with you on the rules. As you know last year, You-know-who might be back. Please follow the rules this year.
Hagrid
Harry Potter, a boy who had survived one of the most unforgivable curses in the magical world, went to Hogwarts. Hogwarts is a school for witches and wizards to learn the magic, which would get them through their life.
One night, Harry was working on homework for his least favorite teacher, Professor Snape. Uncle Vernon yelled up at Harry, "GET DOWN HERE BOY!" Harry hurried down, as he knew that if Uncle Vernon was kept waiting, he would come up into his room. As soon as Harry was in visible range with his uncle, "WHAT IS THIS DOING DOWN HERE, IT BIT ME ONCE ALREADY?" Harry looked to see that an old book that was supposed to be upstairs in his trunk was in Uncle Vernon's hand, tied with a belt. Harry looked at his uncle in surprise. "I don't know," said Harry. His uncle had the reddest face right now, as his sleeve was a little red. Harry imagined that that was where he was bitten. Uncle Vernon had tossed the book to Harry, making sure that the belt wasn't going to snap. Last thing Uncle Vernon wanted was the wrath of Sirus. Sirus was Harry's godfather, who went to a wizarding prison for murder. Sirus was innocent, but Uncle Vernon didn't need to know that. Harry caught the book, and ran back upstairs, to his bedroom. Once he got back, a small white owl, who's was Harry's, was setting on Harry's bed. "Hello Hedwig," said Harry. Hedwig looked at him and moved to reveal a small piece of parcel. As Harry reached to grab it, Hedwig nipped at Harry's fingers. Hedwig then flew over to her cage, and started eating out of the tray. Harry opened the parcel and read;
Dear Harry,
The term for school has been delayed for a week due to the summer's events. With the next letter from Hogwarts, you will receive your supply list. Term will start September 8th. Enjoy the rest of your break.
Professor Albus Dumbledore
Harry looked toward the clock on his dresser. 9:30. He sat down and thought what had happened last year at school. He had come face to face with Voldemort, again. He had met Barty Crouch's son. Barty Crouch worked at the Ministry of Magic. Two years ago, while trying to clear his godfathers name, the supposedly dead Peter Petrigrew had escaped and forced Sirus to go back into hiding. Last year, he had yet met Peter once again, as a servant who helped Voldemort come back to full form. Whether he was back to power or not, was unknown to Harry. Harry is no longer protected from Voldemort's touch. When reached, the Triwizarding Cup transferred Harry and Cedric to a graveyard. Where Voldemort was waiting. Unfortunately, Voldemort had Cedric killed. Harry then remembered Cho, Cedric's date to the ball before the cup. How has she taken it over the summer? After Cedric was killed though, Voldemort used Harry's blood to bring Voldemort back to full form. It could have been any wizard, but Voldemort wanted Harry's. His mother had died to save him, which was a piece of old magic. It had protected Harry from Voldemort's curse. He was the boy who lived.
Harry cleared his mind from that thought, and returned to his homework. An hour later, he had finished. Harry looked at his calendar, which he had on his wall, and crossed another day off. He used this calendar for counting the days till the term started, and he wouldn't have to live with the Dursleys. Total heaven. Harry had put his books under the loose floorboard, and went to bed.
The next morning he had received his mail, from Pig, Ron's owl, and from an unknown owl. Harry had opened Ron's letter first.
Hey Harry,
Have you received the letter from Professor Dumbledore? Weird, Fred and George said that he never delayed the first day of school. What do you think could have happened? Anyway, do you think the muggles would let you stay here for two weeks and then we'd take you to the train? Ask them, I hope they do. Write back their answer.
Ron Weasley.
Harry had remembered the last time he was at the Burrow; he had gone to the Quidditch World Cup. Quidditch was a wizard's sport. Harry had played it ever since his first year at Hogwarts. Harry loved the game. Harry then looked at the strange owl. Picked up the parcel from it and then read:
Harry,
I just got word of the term being delayed. I almost cried. How are you doing with the Dursleys? Hope you can meet Ron and I in Diagon Alley. If not then see you the 8th.
Hermoine
P.S I'm a perfect. Just got the letter yesterday.
Harry smiled at the thought of Hermoine being a perfect. At least she was happy.
Harry put the letters away in a drawer of his dresser then went downstairs for breakfast. When he walked out of his bedroom, Dudley was standing in his way. "You leave your book out? Dad didn't like that, did he?" Harry glared at him. "Paybacks are crude, aren't they?" Harry then realized what Dudley meant by that. Dudley must have found the loose floorboard. Before Harry could say anything, Dudley was out of sight. Harry thought nothing more of it and headed downstairs. Uncle Vernon and the other two were in the kitchen already. Aunt Petunia was frying some bacon for breakfast. Uncle Vernon buried his face in the daily newspaper. Dudley was watching the kitchen TV. Harry had sat down and neither of them had acknowledged his presence. He was used to this. Harry then asked Uncle Vernon about staying at Ron's. "Could I stay at a friends house for the rest of the summer break?" Uncle Vernon had then put is paper down. You could tell the he was thinking. Just a moment later, "I don't care if you die in the next week." Harry took this as a yes, and ran upstairs to send the answer.
Ron,
Uncle Vernon had said yes about me staying there. Come get me as soon as possible, I don't like living here. Let me know when you are coming to get me, and please this time try and use a car, or some other muggle type of transportation.
Harry
P.S. I'm sure Hermoine told you this, but she is a perfect. Figures.
Harry had tied the piece of parcel to Pig's leg and then Pig had set off through the window. Harry then went to Hedwig's cage. Harry brought up some toast from the table, and tore some off for Hedwig. Hedwig accepted it and ate it hurriedly. Harry couldn't wait. Just then another owl came in the window. It was a school owl. It was from Hagrid. Harry opened the parcel and read:
Harry,
Dumbledore is going to be a bit strict with you on the rules. As you know last year, You-know-who might be back. Please follow the rules this year.
Hagrid