The Things that make us Happy
Chapter 1
The Good the Bad and the Painful
It was a warm summers evening and everything seemed perfect to most of the residents of Privit Drive, aside from the odd bill to pay or the odd cat going missing, life was simple. But there was one family with an exception, one family out of the norm, this family had abnormal ness within their walls, something they tried to hide. This something had a name. This something was Harry Potter. Orders of Dumbledore didn't allow Harry Potter out of his house. This didn't suit Harry much, and despite the events of last year Harry Potter was once again being left in the dark something he hated more than being locked inside to brood on thoughts that had plagued him since the age of one right through to this present day, of Death, Sorrow, Pain, Loss and Voldemort. This alone wasn't something anyone should have to think about for to long at a time and for Harry Potter it was much worse, the young wizarding teenager had been through so much, lost so much and gained so little. And it was after his last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that Voldemort really took his toll on Harry, seeing visions, feeling his emotions, and being led to his Godfathers death in false pretences, and for Harry has no parents to speak of losing his father substitute obviously hurt him more that anyone could imagine. Aside from the fact that his godfather was now dead, Harry had even bigger things to deal with, after his semi defeat of Voldemort as a baby, Harry has always wondered why Voldemort, the most powerful wizard of the age, came for a little baby. He was brought to the grim reality by Dumbledore after demanding to know the truth of his past present and future, a prophecy was made concerning Voldemort and of a boy born to those who have three times defied him, Voldemort would mark the boy as an equal (Harry was marked, with a lightning bolt scar) neither Voldemort or the boy could live at the same time, and Harry either had to kill Voldemort or be killed himself, not a good option at the time, but as the long days grew longer and the nights as well the thought didn't seem so bad anymore. Harry Potter lay on his musty old bed, dreaming of nothing and thinking of nothing. Staring up at the ceiling had become a favourite pastime of the young wizard, the occasional meal downstairs, and the occasional toilet break did nothing to deter Harry from his Ceiling Staring, He had no potions homework to tackle, no History of Magic homework to busy himself with Harry had nothing to do, he was however waiting for his OWL results, which incidentally were due any day now and if truth was told, it was really the only thing to keep him going, with no letters from his friends to speak of, or for a matter of fact no letters from the Order either, which discouraged him to the greatest extent especially since he had been sending regular letters to Lupin and Tonks, they had never once responded. Harry sighed, the cracks in his whitewash ceiling added up to 24. Not that Harry needed to count again; he had counted at least 100 times. "Boy! Dinner, get your sorry behind down here now!" shouted the purple faced Uncle Vernon from the Downstairs of the Dursleys household. "Coming, Uncle Vernon" said Harry with another much larger sigh. He got up and walked over to his door, tomorrow was his birthday, and surprisingly enough Harry wasn't in the least looking forward to it. Harry cast one more drowsy, dazed and ill look over his meek bedroom, and wished, as he had done every night before, that he was somewhere else.
Mr Potter was in for a big surprise that night.
I own nothing to do with Harry Potter because if I did, I would be the one living in all the castles, oh yea and the 6th book would becoming out VERY soon, I do however own the plot to my story, Something NOBODY can take away from me!!!!!
REVIEW ME!!!!!!
Chapter 1
The Good the Bad and the Painful
It was a warm summers evening and everything seemed perfect to most of the residents of Privit Drive, aside from the odd bill to pay or the odd cat going missing, life was simple. But there was one family with an exception, one family out of the norm, this family had abnormal ness within their walls, something they tried to hide. This something had a name. This something was Harry Potter. Orders of Dumbledore didn't allow Harry Potter out of his house. This didn't suit Harry much, and despite the events of last year Harry Potter was once again being left in the dark something he hated more than being locked inside to brood on thoughts that had plagued him since the age of one right through to this present day, of Death, Sorrow, Pain, Loss and Voldemort. This alone wasn't something anyone should have to think about for to long at a time and for Harry Potter it was much worse, the young wizarding teenager had been through so much, lost so much and gained so little. And it was after his last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that Voldemort really took his toll on Harry, seeing visions, feeling his emotions, and being led to his Godfathers death in false pretences, and for Harry has no parents to speak of losing his father substitute obviously hurt him more that anyone could imagine. Aside from the fact that his godfather was now dead, Harry had even bigger things to deal with, after his semi defeat of Voldemort as a baby, Harry has always wondered why Voldemort, the most powerful wizard of the age, came for a little baby. He was brought to the grim reality by Dumbledore after demanding to know the truth of his past present and future, a prophecy was made concerning Voldemort and of a boy born to those who have three times defied him, Voldemort would mark the boy as an equal (Harry was marked, with a lightning bolt scar) neither Voldemort or the boy could live at the same time, and Harry either had to kill Voldemort or be killed himself, not a good option at the time, but as the long days grew longer and the nights as well the thought didn't seem so bad anymore. Harry Potter lay on his musty old bed, dreaming of nothing and thinking of nothing. Staring up at the ceiling had become a favourite pastime of the young wizard, the occasional meal downstairs, and the occasional toilet break did nothing to deter Harry from his Ceiling Staring, He had no potions homework to tackle, no History of Magic homework to busy himself with Harry had nothing to do, he was however waiting for his OWL results, which incidentally were due any day now and if truth was told, it was really the only thing to keep him going, with no letters from his friends to speak of, or for a matter of fact no letters from the Order either, which discouraged him to the greatest extent especially since he had been sending regular letters to Lupin and Tonks, they had never once responded. Harry sighed, the cracks in his whitewash ceiling added up to 24. Not that Harry needed to count again; he had counted at least 100 times. "Boy! Dinner, get your sorry behind down here now!" shouted the purple faced Uncle Vernon from the Downstairs of the Dursleys household. "Coming, Uncle Vernon" said Harry with another much larger sigh. He got up and walked over to his door, tomorrow was his birthday, and surprisingly enough Harry wasn't in the least looking forward to it. Harry cast one more drowsy, dazed and ill look over his meek bedroom, and wished, as he had done every night before, that he was somewhere else.
Mr Potter was in for a big surprise that night.
I own nothing to do with Harry Potter because if I did, I would be the one living in all the castles, oh yea and the 6th book would becoming out VERY soon, I do however own the plot to my story, Something NOBODY can take away from me!!!!!
REVIEW ME!!!!!!