a/n: this is my first true fic. I would appreciate any and all reviews.
this is a response to severitus's challenge.
disclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling, never will. don't sue
Chapter 1:THE WELCOME BACK
Harry got off the train with a heavy feeling of impending doom. He would have to go to the Dursleys again this summer, or as he thought of it, the slave labor camp. Pushing the bad thoughts aside, he hugged Mrs. Weasley, and said good bye to Ron, Hermione, and everybody else, taking as long as he could without making it look like he was procrastinating.
He rushed over to Vernon as soon as he had turned a blotchy purple color, knowing if he didn't, he would be severely punished. Glancing over his shoulder as they drove off, he noted the suprised look on his friends faces when they had seen Uncle Vernon.
"Who was that woman?" Vernon paused than continued, "She had red hair. Was she from that awful world of yours?"
Harry sat pondering on how to answer the question with the least reprimand. The woman was Mrs. Weasley, but Vernon wouldn't want to know that. He glanced at his beefy uncle's narrowed eyes and white knuckled hands on the steering wheel. He knew he had better answer quickly and carefully.
"She is . . . like me. Like the . . . incident last summer and what it is concerning. She is related to that incident, too." Harry prayed that that would be enough to calm the edgy man.
Harry thought about the referred to incident. He laughed silently to himself. The Weasleys had come to Privet Drive in Surrey, to take him to the quidditch match of the year. The twins, Fred and George, had let Dudley, Harry's fat and rude cousin, eat what is now known as ton-tongue toffee, and had watched Dudley's tongue grow to 4 foot in length before Mr. Weasley managed to shrink it. Harry laughed silently. Nobody said anything more the rest of the ride home, but Harry knew that he was not out to the storm yet. He had no clue of how right he was.
When they got home, Harry quickly pulled his trunk and snowy owl out of the car. Uncle Vernon quickly took the load from Harry. In the house, Harry was sent to his old prison, the cupboard under the stairs.
His school books were shredded, then burned, his cloaks and other clothes were reduced to rags, and everything else he owned was under their control, except his wand and Hedwig. And at the moment neither of them were of any use because Hedwig was locked in the cupboard with him and as an underage wizard, he couldn't do any magic without the threat of being expelled.
Harry looked at his owl, and realized that if he could get her out, she could be his savior, and bring somebody to help him. He hadn't said anything, yet the owl, sensing his plight, hooted softly in agreement.
disclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling, never will. don't sue
Chapter 1:THE WELCOME BACK
Harry got off the train with a heavy feeling of impending doom. He would have to go to the Dursleys again this summer, or as he thought of it, the slave labor camp. Pushing the bad thoughts aside, he hugged Mrs. Weasley, and said good bye to Ron, Hermione, and everybody else, taking as long as he could without making it look like he was procrastinating.
He rushed over to Vernon as soon as he had turned a blotchy purple color, knowing if he didn't, he would be severely punished. Glancing over his shoulder as they drove off, he noted the suprised look on his friends faces when they had seen Uncle Vernon.
"Who was that woman?" Vernon paused than continued, "She had red hair. Was she from that awful world of yours?"
Harry sat pondering on how to answer the question with the least reprimand. The woman was Mrs. Weasley, but Vernon wouldn't want to know that. He glanced at his beefy uncle's narrowed eyes and white knuckled hands on the steering wheel. He knew he had better answer quickly and carefully.
"She is . . . like me. Like the . . . incident last summer and what it is concerning. She is related to that incident, too." Harry prayed that that would be enough to calm the edgy man.
Harry thought about the referred to incident. He laughed silently to himself. The Weasleys had come to Privet Drive in Surrey, to take him to the quidditch match of the year. The twins, Fred and George, had let Dudley, Harry's fat and rude cousin, eat what is now known as ton-tongue toffee, and had watched Dudley's tongue grow to 4 foot in length before Mr. Weasley managed to shrink it. Harry laughed silently. Nobody said anything more the rest of the ride home, but Harry knew that he was not out to the storm yet. He had no clue of how right he was.
When they got home, Harry quickly pulled his trunk and snowy owl out of the car. Uncle Vernon quickly took the load from Harry. In the house, Harry was sent to his old prison, the cupboard under the stairs.
His school books were shredded, then burned, his cloaks and other clothes were reduced to rags, and everything else he owned was under their control, except his wand and Hedwig. And at the moment neither of them were of any use because Hedwig was locked in the cupboard with him and as an underage wizard, he couldn't do any magic without the threat of being expelled.
Harry looked at his owl, and realized that if he could get her out, she could be his savior, and bring somebody to help him. He hadn't said anything, yet the owl, sensing his plight, hooted softly in agreement.