Well, here it is, my first AU fic! I know it's not going to be nearly as
good as Ryoko Blue's AU fics, (Her Fan Fictions are AMAZING, and I
especially like the AU ones! Read them if you haven't!) But I'm going to
try this out. If I completely suck, then tell me and I'll stop.
This is going to be a 100% H/Hr fic. (I never write anything else) Also, if you like Ron a lot, then don't read this fic. Don't get me wrong, I love Ron, but in this fic he isn't going to be all that nice.
Well, you have been warned, I hope you like my fic. I probably won't update very often, because school has just started. Oh ya, I starts off kind of boring.
WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME HOW TO MAKE THINGS BOLD AND ITALIC? It would be greatly appreciated!
16-year-old Harry Potter sat up suddenly, snapping out of his dream; hitting his head on a piece of wood hanging from the ceiling of the attic. This attic was his bedroom, if you could call it that. It was simply made up of a small bed, a chest of drawers, and an old chair. He swore under his breath, rubbing the large bump now on his head. Miraculously, this bump slowly started to disappear, but Harry didn't notice; for he was to caught up in the dream that had awoken him in the first place.
Harry had two repeating dreams. In one all he saw was a flashing green light and then he heard a scream. He had been having this dream for as long as he could remember. The other dream he had wasn't as disturbing, but equally strange. This was the dream that caused him to wake up this morning. It merely consisted of a girl. He would follow this girl every time, never really getting a good look at her. But his dream this morning had been different, this time he had seen her eyes. They completely memorized him. She turned around, and.BAM. Those amazing cinnamon eyes hit him like a ton of bricks. But the strangest thing about this dream was that he had never seen those eyes before.
Don't get me wrong. Harry Potter wasn't short of admirers. With his muscular build, great personality, and gorgeous bright green eyes, he was one of the most sot-out males in his high school. But he would have known if he had seen those eyes before.
He looked around in his drawers for a clean pair of boxers, some shorts, and a sleeveless shirt. It was another hot day. Of course, every day was hot in Florida, but he had not always lived here. When Harry had been younger his Uncle Vernon had gotten promoted at Smeltings Drill Company. They had first moved to Chicago. Then to Maryland, then California, then North Carolina, then Hawaii, then New Mexico, the list went on and on. until now. Their current residence was Orlando, Florida. They had been here for a while so far. About 3 years, longer then any other place they had lived since Uncle Vernon got promoted.
Aside from the extreme hotness, Harry really liked it in Orlando. He liked his school and the friends he had made. He also liked living so close to a gym. They were members there so Dudley could lose weight. To Harry's surprise this was actually working for Dudley; he could now actually sit in a chair without either it breaking, or his fat ass hanging off the edge. The gym also helped him train for all the sports he did at school and it helped him keep in shape. Yes, Harry actually was enjoying his life for once.
Naturally, Harry didn't expect it to last for much longer. Luck had never seemed to be on his side before he moved here. Back on Privet Drive; his first home with the Dursleys, Dudley used to push him around and break his glasses. He had decided to get contacts a few years ago. This bullying had continued until Dudley had turned into a pig while beating up Harry.
How this had happened Harry had no idea, but strange things always did seem to happen around him. For instance, Harry had been walking along a small creek once, and a gigantic snake had popped out in front of him. Now Harry, like any other kid would be, got a little scared. In his frightened state he forgot that it is not remotely possible to talk to snakes, so he told the snake to leave him alone. The extraordinary thing is, the snake did leave him alone, but not before saying good-bye. That's right the snake said good-bye.
Another strange occurrence happened one day when he was practicing his basketball skills. He was trying to make a shot from a very far distance, but it wasn't getting near the hoop. Harry, forgetting that balls do not follow people's directions, started to tell the ball to go in. Imagine his surprise when he shot the ball and swooshed it. He started going back further and further. Every time he shot the ball he told it to go in and every time he swooshed it. You might say this is a coincidence. That was what Harry thought also. So he tried doing it without telling the ball to go in. It didn't get near the hoop. Still think it's a coincidence? Well I don't know about you, but I've never seen a person throw a ball, standing backwards from 300 meters away, and still make it.
Yawning, Harry walked slowly down the old rickety steps to the kitchen. There Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley were all sitting at the table. For once Uncle Vernon actually looked up at Harry and told him to sit down. "We're moving boy." "To where?" Uncle Vernon frowned, "Back to Privet Drive. Our old house is up for sale again and I'm resuming my old job back there." Harry tried to hide the smirk creeping onto his face. If Uncle Vernon was 'resuming' his old job at free will, he'd eat Dudley. His cow of an old had finally been demoted. "Well boy! Hurry up and make breakfast."
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Thousands-of-miles away, Hermione Granger awoke with a start. These dreams she had been having were quite bizarre. They were always the same: she was in a deserted corridor, looking at a single door. Abruptly, the door would open and out would step a boy, who looked to be about her age, but she couldn't be sure. That was usually where her dreams would end, but not this time. This time, the boy had turned around and she caught sight of his bright green eyes. She found herself getting lost in those pools of emerald.
This was very disturbing. She didn't even know anyone with eyes like that. And even if she did, she should be seeing any color of eyes except blue in her dreams. Blue was the color of Ron's eyes. Ron Weasley was supposedly her boyfriend at school. But lately she found herself losing interest in Ron, and was wondering what she saw in him in the first place. He would surely get furious with her when she broke up with him, so she had been putting it off.
She tried to go back to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes those green eyes popped into her thoughts. She sighed and sat up, reaching for her schoolbooks. She grabbed a parchment and quill and looked at the first question of her first assignment. What are two uses of Ashwinder eggs? And in which state must they be in for these uses to apply?
As you might have guessed, Hemione Granger is not an ordinary person and does not have ordinary assignments. She is in fact, a witch. No, not all witches are evil, have long noses with warts, and fly on brooms. Well, Hermione did like to fly on brooms, in fact she was on the Qudditch team, but she certainly wasn't evil, and didn't have a long nose with a wart on the end of it. She is currently attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was one of the brightest students in the school, and was starting her 6th year on September 1st.
As she did more and more work, sleep started to come to her. It wasn't until sometime later that she closed her cinnamon eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
************************************************************************ Only a week later Harry had moved back to Privet Drive. He walked upstairs to his small bedroom and started putting things away and moving the few pieces of furniture around. After he was done he laid down on his lumpy bed, feeling the start of another headache. Headaches were nothing new for him; he always seemed to be getting them. Sometimes the pain was so great that it caused him to completely black out. He figured it was just another side effect of the car crash.
That damn car crash. It ruined everything. The only good thing that had come out of it was the cool scar on his forehead. How a car crash could case a lightening bolt scar was one of the many mysteries Harry had yet to solve. But he didn't look too much into it. I mean there was no reason the Dursleys would lie to him. It was just a scar; it didn't mean anything at all.
Well That's it! Please REVIEW!
This is going to be a 100% H/Hr fic. (I never write anything else) Also, if you like Ron a lot, then don't read this fic. Don't get me wrong, I love Ron, but in this fic he isn't going to be all that nice.
Well, you have been warned, I hope you like my fic. I probably won't update very often, because school has just started. Oh ya, I starts off kind of boring.
WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME HOW TO MAKE THINGS BOLD AND ITALIC? It would be greatly appreciated!
16-year-old Harry Potter sat up suddenly, snapping out of his dream; hitting his head on a piece of wood hanging from the ceiling of the attic. This attic was his bedroom, if you could call it that. It was simply made up of a small bed, a chest of drawers, and an old chair. He swore under his breath, rubbing the large bump now on his head. Miraculously, this bump slowly started to disappear, but Harry didn't notice; for he was to caught up in the dream that had awoken him in the first place.
Harry had two repeating dreams. In one all he saw was a flashing green light and then he heard a scream. He had been having this dream for as long as he could remember. The other dream he had wasn't as disturbing, but equally strange. This was the dream that caused him to wake up this morning. It merely consisted of a girl. He would follow this girl every time, never really getting a good look at her. But his dream this morning had been different, this time he had seen her eyes. They completely memorized him. She turned around, and.BAM. Those amazing cinnamon eyes hit him like a ton of bricks. But the strangest thing about this dream was that he had never seen those eyes before.
Don't get me wrong. Harry Potter wasn't short of admirers. With his muscular build, great personality, and gorgeous bright green eyes, he was one of the most sot-out males in his high school. But he would have known if he had seen those eyes before.
He looked around in his drawers for a clean pair of boxers, some shorts, and a sleeveless shirt. It was another hot day. Of course, every day was hot in Florida, but he had not always lived here. When Harry had been younger his Uncle Vernon had gotten promoted at Smeltings Drill Company. They had first moved to Chicago. Then to Maryland, then California, then North Carolina, then Hawaii, then New Mexico, the list went on and on. until now. Their current residence was Orlando, Florida. They had been here for a while so far. About 3 years, longer then any other place they had lived since Uncle Vernon got promoted.
Aside from the extreme hotness, Harry really liked it in Orlando. He liked his school and the friends he had made. He also liked living so close to a gym. They were members there so Dudley could lose weight. To Harry's surprise this was actually working for Dudley; he could now actually sit in a chair without either it breaking, or his fat ass hanging off the edge. The gym also helped him train for all the sports he did at school and it helped him keep in shape. Yes, Harry actually was enjoying his life for once.
Naturally, Harry didn't expect it to last for much longer. Luck had never seemed to be on his side before he moved here. Back on Privet Drive; his first home with the Dursleys, Dudley used to push him around and break his glasses. He had decided to get contacts a few years ago. This bullying had continued until Dudley had turned into a pig while beating up Harry.
How this had happened Harry had no idea, but strange things always did seem to happen around him. For instance, Harry had been walking along a small creek once, and a gigantic snake had popped out in front of him. Now Harry, like any other kid would be, got a little scared. In his frightened state he forgot that it is not remotely possible to talk to snakes, so he told the snake to leave him alone. The extraordinary thing is, the snake did leave him alone, but not before saying good-bye. That's right the snake said good-bye.
Another strange occurrence happened one day when he was practicing his basketball skills. He was trying to make a shot from a very far distance, but it wasn't getting near the hoop. Harry, forgetting that balls do not follow people's directions, started to tell the ball to go in. Imagine his surprise when he shot the ball and swooshed it. He started going back further and further. Every time he shot the ball he told it to go in and every time he swooshed it. You might say this is a coincidence. That was what Harry thought also. So he tried doing it without telling the ball to go in. It didn't get near the hoop. Still think it's a coincidence? Well I don't know about you, but I've never seen a person throw a ball, standing backwards from 300 meters away, and still make it.
Yawning, Harry walked slowly down the old rickety steps to the kitchen. There Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley were all sitting at the table. For once Uncle Vernon actually looked up at Harry and told him to sit down. "We're moving boy." "To where?" Uncle Vernon frowned, "Back to Privet Drive. Our old house is up for sale again and I'm resuming my old job back there." Harry tried to hide the smirk creeping onto his face. If Uncle Vernon was 'resuming' his old job at free will, he'd eat Dudley. His cow of an old had finally been demoted. "Well boy! Hurry up and make breakfast."
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Thousands-of-miles away, Hermione Granger awoke with a start. These dreams she had been having were quite bizarre. They were always the same: she was in a deserted corridor, looking at a single door. Abruptly, the door would open and out would step a boy, who looked to be about her age, but she couldn't be sure. That was usually where her dreams would end, but not this time. This time, the boy had turned around and she caught sight of his bright green eyes. She found herself getting lost in those pools of emerald.
This was very disturbing. She didn't even know anyone with eyes like that. And even if she did, she should be seeing any color of eyes except blue in her dreams. Blue was the color of Ron's eyes. Ron Weasley was supposedly her boyfriend at school. But lately she found herself losing interest in Ron, and was wondering what she saw in him in the first place. He would surely get furious with her when she broke up with him, so she had been putting it off.
She tried to go back to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes those green eyes popped into her thoughts. She sighed and sat up, reaching for her schoolbooks. She grabbed a parchment and quill and looked at the first question of her first assignment. What are two uses of Ashwinder eggs? And in which state must they be in for these uses to apply?
As you might have guessed, Hemione Granger is not an ordinary person and does not have ordinary assignments. She is in fact, a witch. No, not all witches are evil, have long noses with warts, and fly on brooms. Well, Hermione did like to fly on brooms, in fact she was on the Qudditch team, but she certainly wasn't evil, and didn't have a long nose with a wart on the end of it. She is currently attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was one of the brightest students in the school, and was starting her 6th year on September 1st.
As she did more and more work, sleep started to come to her. It wasn't until sometime later that she closed her cinnamon eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
************************************************************************ Only a week later Harry had moved back to Privet Drive. He walked upstairs to his small bedroom and started putting things away and moving the few pieces of furniture around. After he was done he laid down on his lumpy bed, feeling the start of another headache. Headaches were nothing new for him; he always seemed to be getting them. Sometimes the pain was so great that it caused him to completely black out. He figured it was just another side effect of the car crash.
That damn car crash. It ruined everything. The only good thing that had come out of it was the cool scar on his forehead. How a car crash could case a lightening bolt scar was one of the many mysteries Harry had yet to solve. But he didn't look too much into it. I mean there was no reason the Dursleys would lie to him. It was just a scar; it didn't mean anything at all.
Well That's it! Please REVIEW!