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Chapter 1. The houseguest
Harry Potter sat quietly with the whole Dursley family around the dining table. The Dursleys' ignored Harry, they didn't pay any attention to how much food he took, and he took pretty much and that was very unusual.
They didn't care that he stayed in his room all day long and only came down when it was time for a meal. They never spoke to him at all. Except this day. Vernon Dursley cleared his throat and started speaking.
"Boy! Listen up and you listen up well. In a couple of hours we will have an exchange student from Sweden who will stay here for the rest of the summer. So, therefore, I don't want you to do any freaky things, is that clear?"
"Whatever", Harry answered, not really caring. He had received a letter two days ago from Dumbledore who had told him that he was allowed to use magic now. He did use magic but not in the way Dumbledore wanted him to, he didn't practiced magic or anything.he only used his wand to shut the door, or clean his room.
"Now Dudley eat your last dinner. You need your energy for tomorrow." Harry looked up from his plate. "What is going to happen tomorrow?" he asked.
"I'm flying over to Sweden as an exchange student. I bet you don't do anything like that at your school", Dudley said cockily.
"No we don't. But I hope you'll get a miserable time there." Dudley glared stupidly at Harry for a second. Before he opened his mouth again to speak.
"You're just jealous at me", he said. "Now, why would I be jealous at you, Big D? But I am worried about the people sitting in the same airplane as you", Harry said, surprised of his new attitude.
"Oh yeah? And why would they be worried?" "Well, I'm sure they'll be quite worried when they see you. They will probably wonder if the airplane will manage to get off the ground with you in it." "Are you calling me fat?" "No of course I'm not. How can you even suggest that? I'm just saying that you suffer from obesity", said Harry and before Dudley could say anything else he walked out of the kitchen.
He went up to his room and threw himself onto the bed and buried his head in the pillow. He did that a lot these days. The only thing he could ever think of was Sirius Black and Bellatrix Lestrange.
He was angry with Sirius for leaving him before he had a chance to get to know him. And he was furious with Lestrange for taking his Godfather away from him.
He had so many things he wanted to do with Sirius, so many questions to ask him. But now, he couldn't do any of the things he wanted to do with his godfather. He couldn't ask Sirius questions. All because of Bellatrix Lestrange.
He didn't talk much with any of the Dursleys', with an exception of Dudley.
Everyone in the magical world looked up to him. After all, he was the boy who lived - again. Everybody thought he was so big and powerful.
But he didn't feel big, he felt small, frightened and lost. Very lost. Every night he was forced to see Sirius fall, over and over again without managing to stop it.
He was scared at nights. Scared of what might happen if he falls asleep. When he wrote to his friends, he only wrote that he was fine, nothing else.
A part of him wanted to tell his friends what was going on in his head. But another part told him to hide, and that was what he was doing. He wanted to hide. Hide somewhere so no one could ever find him.
Suddenly the door opened and Dudley walked in. "What are you doing? Crying?" "What I do is none of your business", said Harry as he wiped a single tear on his cheek then he turned to face Dudley. "What do you want?" he said lazily.
"Mum wants you to open the door when the girl arrives, which should be in any minute by now." "Fine. Whatever", Harry answered grumpily.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Harry walked down the stairs and opened the door. Outside stood a girl in Harry's age. She had long hair down to her waist in the color of bright brown and gold. Her eyes was friendly and dark blue.
Harry blushed as he noticed how he stood there and gawking at the beautiful nameless girl. "Hello, I'm Sandra Karlstedt, the exchange student", the girl introduced herself. "Hi.I'm.er.H-Harry Potter. Come in", Harry stuttered. "OK. Could you please carry my bags? They're quite heavy."
Harry nodded for an answer and lifted the bags with ease. They weren't heavy at all. Harry carried them into the living room were his aunt Petunia, uncle Vernon and Dudley stood lined up.
"Hello dear. You must be our guest for the summer?" "Yes I am. It's a pleasure being here, Mrs. Dursley" "I'll hope you enjoy your time while you're here", said Petunia. "Let me introduce the rest of the family. This is my husband, Vernon Dursley", gestured at Vernon. "And that's my son, Dudley, a true gentleman."
"OK, it's nice to meet you but." Sandra nodded in Harry's direction. "That's just Harry...now you must be tired. You", she pointed at Harry "Show the girl to the guestroom."
Harry started moving up the stairs with Sandra behind him. When he got into the guestroom, Sandra closed behind them. "You don't like being here, am I right?" Sandra asked. "I have never liked being here and I'll never will", Harry said shortly.
"I guess professor Dumbledore was right...again", Sandra said. "God, I hate it when he's right!"
Harry Potter sat quietly with the whole Dursley family around the dining table. The Dursleys' ignored Harry, they didn't pay any attention to how much food he took, and he took pretty much and that was very unusual.
They didn't care that he stayed in his room all day long and only came down when it was time for a meal. They never spoke to him at all. Except this day. Vernon Dursley cleared his throat and started speaking.
"Boy! Listen up and you listen up well. In a couple of hours we will have an exchange student from Sweden who will stay here for the rest of the summer. So, therefore, I don't want you to do any freaky things, is that clear?"
"Whatever", Harry answered, not really caring. He had received a letter two days ago from Dumbledore who had told him that he was allowed to use magic now. He did use magic but not in the way Dumbledore wanted him to, he didn't practiced magic or anything.he only used his wand to shut the door, or clean his room.
"Now Dudley eat your last dinner. You need your energy for tomorrow." Harry looked up from his plate. "What is going to happen tomorrow?" he asked.
"I'm flying over to Sweden as an exchange student. I bet you don't do anything like that at your school", Dudley said cockily.
"No we don't. But I hope you'll get a miserable time there." Dudley glared stupidly at Harry for a second. Before he opened his mouth again to speak.
"You're just jealous at me", he said. "Now, why would I be jealous at you, Big D? But I am worried about the people sitting in the same airplane as you", Harry said, surprised of his new attitude.
"Oh yeah? And why would they be worried?" "Well, I'm sure they'll be quite worried when they see you. They will probably wonder if the airplane will manage to get off the ground with you in it." "Are you calling me fat?" "No of course I'm not. How can you even suggest that? I'm just saying that you suffer from obesity", said Harry and before Dudley could say anything else he walked out of the kitchen.
He went up to his room and threw himself onto the bed and buried his head in the pillow. He did that a lot these days. The only thing he could ever think of was Sirius Black and Bellatrix Lestrange.
He was angry with Sirius for leaving him before he had a chance to get to know him. And he was furious with Lestrange for taking his Godfather away from him.
He had so many things he wanted to do with Sirius, so many questions to ask him. But now, he couldn't do any of the things he wanted to do with his godfather. He couldn't ask Sirius questions. All because of Bellatrix Lestrange.
He didn't talk much with any of the Dursleys', with an exception of Dudley.
Everyone in the magical world looked up to him. After all, he was the boy who lived - again. Everybody thought he was so big and powerful.
But he didn't feel big, he felt small, frightened and lost. Very lost. Every night he was forced to see Sirius fall, over and over again without managing to stop it.
He was scared at nights. Scared of what might happen if he falls asleep. When he wrote to his friends, he only wrote that he was fine, nothing else.
A part of him wanted to tell his friends what was going on in his head. But another part told him to hide, and that was what he was doing. He wanted to hide. Hide somewhere so no one could ever find him.
Suddenly the door opened and Dudley walked in. "What are you doing? Crying?" "What I do is none of your business", said Harry as he wiped a single tear on his cheek then he turned to face Dudley. "What do you want?" he said lazily.
"Mum wants you to open the door when the girl arrives, which should be in any minute by now." "Fine. Whatever", Harry answered grumpily.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Harry walked down the stairs and opened the door. Outside stood a girl in Harry's age. She had long hair down to her waist in the color of bright brown and gold. Her eyes was friendly and dark blue.
Harry blushed as he noticed how he stood there and gawking at the beautiful nameless girl. "Hello, I'm Sandra Karlstedt, the exchange student", the girl introduced herself. "Hi.I'm.er.H-Harry Potter. Come in", Harry stuttered. "OK. Could you please carry my bags? They're quite heavy."
Harry nodded for an answer and lifted the bags with ease. They weren't heavy at all. Harry carried them into the living room were his aunt Petunia, uncle Vernon and Dudley stood lined up.
"Hello dear. You must be our guest for the summer?" "Yes I am. It's a pleasure being here, Mrs. Dursley" "I'll hope you enjoy your time while you're here", said Petunia. "Let me introduce the rest of the family. This is my husband, Vernon Dursley", gestured at Vernon. "And that's my son, Dudley, a true gentleman."
"OK, it's nice to meet you but." Sandra nodded in Harry's direction. "That's just Harry...now you must be tired. You", she pointed at Harry "Show the girl to the guestroom."
Harry started moving up the stairs with Sandra behind him. When he got into the guestroom, Sandra closed behind them. "You don't like being here, am I right?" Sandra asked. "I have never liked being here and I'll never will", Harry said shortly.
"I guess professor Dumbledore was right...again", Sandra said. "God, I hate it when he's right!"