Author's Note: Yes I have read HBP and yes it has inspired me to continue my own yr sixth ideas! My apologies to all of those who have reviewed and I hope I can make up the wait. Personally I was left wanting with the end of HBP but I think I just devoured it with out chewing…..so I now love it! It's JK's book and it's up to her and I think all of us who are angry just want more! So while it's not my favorite, I did enjoy the plot twists and can't wait for the 7th book and the closure it brings- though on live Fanfic! I do wish to warn about spoilers though I don't think the newest edition will affect my stories, one never truly knows……
And finally the main disclaimer for all future chapters, as I am not JK, I do not own anything regarding canon HP or any other previous published works (including fanfiction or the ideas found in) that may be utilized throughout my stories. Thank you and remember if you were writing you would like be given reviews!
Prologue
The Atlantic storms were always rolling in and never out on Privet Drive, where housewives and husbands alike strived to maintain their swampy yards and gardens. It was a peculiar thought, but some of neighbors found it seemed to rain harder on Number 4 in particular. There were also single areas, about the size of a person, where the rain did not fall at all, though these were dismissed as tricks of the light.
Yet the housewives still gossiped as they watched from the safety of their kitchens taking notice that they had yet to see the hoodlum of Privet Drive, since he returned from St Brutes School for Incurable Criminals, looking particularly depressed. That was a week ago and every day since then an odd character had shown up at Number 4.
The Dursley's-who were troubled with that free loader since he was a year old- told everyone that his school's teachers wanted to make sure he was being punished properly, sending the man they saw everyday.
Thus the arrival and daily visits of the strange man were explained and everyone was sympathetic to Mrs. Dursley, for she had to put up with that breed of society and its influence around her lovely son, Dudley.
Poor Dudley was almost forced to stay in the house with his horrible cousin, if it weren't for his wonderful friends, like Piers Polkiss who recently received his motorist license. Young Piers would take his friend away from any criminal influence at his, Number 4, and they would spend the day at the gym, practicing Boxing, Dudley's key sport.