Harry Potter and Voldemorts Revenge
Chapter 1: THE LETTER
" Why, Harry? Why me? I HATE you. You just had to go get me killed. I. Really. Hate. You. All this happening is your fault. It's ALL your fault. It's-"
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"BOY! Wake up. Vernon's new secratary is coming over with his family to stay all summer while their house is re-built. They'll be here soon." Harry groaned inwardly. He forgot about that. The Hearts' house had caught on fire and was being re-built. George and Gabriella Heart had a daughter, Ginger, whom Harry had never met or seen. She was his age and Dudley was certainly looking forward to her arrival. He yawned as he sat up and stretched. He hurried and showered. DING DONG! They were here.
"Boy, get the door!" his uncle yelled up the stairs. Harry sighed and dragged himself downstairs. He opened the door. A tall man with black hair and smiling brown eyes was standing there with a shorter woman that had white-blonde hair and wise, mischievous blue eyes. She had a grin on her face. Then there was their daughter. A little shorter than Harry, she had blood red hair curling down to her waist in a pony tail. She was wearing bellbottoms with holes at the knees. Then she wore a sleeveless red shirt that was an inch above her belly button and had a different colored sun. She had a silver belly button ring and had a fire tattoo curling around her left arm. She was wearing many multi-colored brace lets. She had pale white skin. But the strangest thing of all were her eyes. One was Violet and the other was bright red. She had a sullen expression and was glaring at no one in particular.
"Greetings. May I take your bags?" Uncle Vernon had made him rehearse this millions of times. They handed him their bags and he took them up to the rooms they would be staying in. He heard a conversation floating up the stairs.
"Vernon, who is that?"
"My nephew. He goes to St. Brutus school for Incurable criminal kids." Vernon said shortly. Harry hated that lie. All the sudden his door was opened. It was Ginger.
"Hi. What's your name? I figure I should know if I'm gonna be here all this dang summer."
"Harry." he answered.
"Your insane, aren't you? I heard you were. You don't seem like it though." Harry didn't answer to that. Ginger left.
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Dear diary,
What's up with him? He doesn't seem insane. I wonder if the Dursleys are lying. Geez, I wish that Dudley guy would stop bugging me. I think I should get to know Harry. After all, we're lying too. I miss Hillory. Why on earth do I have to go to Hogwarts this year? I'm gonna see if Harry wants to go on a walk.
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Over the next week Harry and Ginger became good friends. All was well until his birthday. Hermione had gotten an owl and as it flew in it looked very sad. It gave Harry a letter. Harry read it. After the shock sunk in, he began to cry.
Like it? Hate it? Is it too obvious? Please R/R. I will delete any flames. Merry Christmas! And I will make future chapters much more longer.
Sincerely,
StarDreamer(I forgot the numbers at the end)
Chapter 1: THE LETTER
" Why, Harry? Why me? I HATE you. You just had to go get me killed. I. Really. Hate. You. All this happening is your fault. It's ALL your fault. It's-"
* * *
"BOY! Wake up. Vernon's new secratary is coming over with his family to stay all summer while their house is re-built. They'll be here soon." Harry groaned inwardly. He forgot about that. The Hearts' house had caught on fire and was being re-built. George and Gabriella Heart had a daughter, Ginger, whom Harry had never met or seen. She was his age and Dudley was certainly looking forward to her arrival. He yawned as he sat up and stretched. He hurried and showered. DING DONG! They were here.
"Boy, get the door!" his uncle yelled up the stairs. Harry sighed and dragged himself downstairs. He opened the door. A tall man with black hair and smiling brown eyes was standing there with a shorter woman that had white-blonde hair and wise, mischievous blue eyes. She had a grin on her face. Then there was their daughter. A little shorter than Harry, she had blood red hair curling down to her waist in a pony tail. She was wearing bellbottoms with holes at the knees. Then she wore a sleeveless red shirt that was an inch above her belly button and had a different colored sun. She had a silver belly button ring and had a fire tattoo curling around her left arm. She was wearing many multi-colored brace lets. She had pale white skin. But the strangest thing of all were her eyes. One was Violet and the other was bright red. She had a sullen expression and was glaring at no one in particular.
"Greetings. May I take your bags?" Uncle Vernon had made him rehearse this millions of times. They handed him their bags and he took them up to the rooms they would be staying in. He heard a conversation floating up the stairs.
"Vernon, who is that?"
"My nephew. He goes to St. Brutus school for Incurable criminal kids." Vernon said shortly. Harry hated that lie. All the sudden his door was opened. It was Ginger.
"Hi. What's your name? I figure I should know if I'm gonna be here all this dang summer."
"Harry." he answered.
"Your insane, aren't you? I heard you were. You don't seem like it though." Harry didn't answer to that. Ginger left.
* * *
Dear diary,
What's up with him? He doesn't seem insane. I wonder if the Dursleys are lying. Geez, I wish that Dudley guy would stop bugging me. I think I should get to know Harry. After all, we're lying too. I miss Hillory. Why on earth do I have to go to Hogwarts this year? I'm gonna see if Harry wants to go on a walk.
* * *
Over the next week Harry and Ginger became good friends. All was well until his birthday. Hermione had gotten an owl and as it flew in it looked very sad. It gave Harry a letter. Harry read it. After the shock sunk in, he began to cry.
Like it? Hate it? Is it too obvious? Please R/R. I will delete any flames. Merry Christmas! And I will make future chapters much more longer.
Sincerely,
StarDreamer(I forgot the numbers at the end)