The Silence Before the Storm
By George Arnett
Chapter 1: Muggle or Wizard?
"Downstairs...NOW!" Aunt Petunia's shrill voice reached Harry's ears. Harry flung himself off his bed, and waltzed down the steps, almost knocking over Angela, the Dursley's new maid. "Sorry," Harry said apologetically, while helping her up. Harry had developed quite an attraction to this girl, two years older than himself. She was an orphan like him, who had moved into the Dursley's, she had an oval shaped face, with long brown hair, going past her shoulders, she had piercing blue eyes and constantly came to Harry to ask how he was, she was the only thing in the house that kept him sane.
"It's ok," she said grinning at him, "Petunia wants you, it's odd, she doesn't usually talk to you does she?" Harry paced into the Kitchen, which had a new shade of revolting pink wallpaper, this came as another oddity to Harry, who was used to Aunt Petunia, sticking to usual colours, he remembered clearly the night she chose it, there was an hour long shouting fest in the Kitchen. "Petunia, it's disgusting," Uncle Vernon, protested, his face full of scarlet tinge, "What will my colleagues think?" Petunia looked at him, and in an equally loud voice, unusual for her small frame replied, "It's my kitchen, I stand in it all day, I should choose what I want to see in it, isn't that right Harry?" Harry who was shocked at the time to be consulted, spat out his "Juice", which was in fact Butterbeer, he had slipped out from Hogsmeade, on the last visit, replied. "Um...um...sure, whatever floats her boat." Uncle Vernon shocked yelled "OUT...OUT, how dare you say that." Harry obliged without an argument.
This was only the second time she had asked for him since that night, and Harry was wondering why. "Harry dear, sit down, sit down." He did just that and let her continue, "Harry, I don't want you to leave here, thinking I don't like you again. I know you think that, and I didn't have a chance to say goodbye last year. Harry remembered this oh to well, when his long-suffering time at Privet Drive had come to a close, when a group of wizards had flown him to Grimmauld Place. "And I want you to know something Harry...I work for Dumbledore" "WHAT?" Harry was shocked, "are you a witch?" She nodded slowly and launched into an explanation. "When my sister was being put on alert, I decided I had to marry a muggle and keep the ancient magic going. It has to have a witch marrying a muggle and bearing a child. So I married, this repulsive man Vernon, and bore his ugly child, I love him but, he is horrible, and shows no magic qualities." Harry stood there looking at her, "Why," he said through gritted teeth, "does nobody ever tell me these things." He then ran to his room and sat down on his desk. He pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote...
"Dear Sirius."
Realising what he had just done, Harry shouted, his voice tinged with grief and anger "WHY?"
By George Arnett
Chapter 1: Muggle or Wizard?
"Downstairs...NOW!" Aunt Petunia's shrill voice reached Harry's ears. Harry flung himself off his bed, and waltzed down the steps, almost knocking over Angela, the Dursley's new maid. "Sorry," Harry said apologetically, while helping her up. Harry had developed quite an attraction to this girl, two years older than himself. She was an orphan like him, who had moved into the Dursley's, she had an oval shaped face, with long brown hair, going past her shoulders, she had piercing blue eyes and constantly came to Harry to ask how he was, she was the only thing in the house that kept him sane.
"It's ok," she said grinning at him, "Petunia wants you, it's odd, she doesn't usually talk to you does she?" Harry paced into the Kitchen, which had a new shade of revolting pink wallpaper, this came as another oddity to Harry, who was used to Aunt Petunia, sticking to usual colours, he remembered clearly the night she chose it, there was an hour long shouting fest in the Kitchen. "Petunia, it's disgusting," Uncle Vernon, protested, his face full of scarlet tinge, "What will my colleagues think?" Petunia looked at him, and in an equally loud voice, unusual for her small frame replied, "It's my kitchen, I stand in it all day, I should choose what I want to see in it, isn't that right Harry?" Harry who was shocked at the time to be consulted, spat out his "Juice", which was in fact Butterbeer, he had slipped out from Hogsmeade, on the last visit, replied. "Um...um...sure, whatever floats her boat." Uncle Vernon shocked yelled "OUT...OUT, how dare you say that." Harry obliged without an argument.
This was only the second time she had asked for him since that night, and Harry was wondering why. "Harry dear, sit down, sit down." He did just that and let her continue, "Harry, I don't want you to leave here, thinking I don't like you again. I know you think that, and I didn't have a chance to say goodbye last year. Harry remembered this oh to well, when his long-suffering time at Privet Drive had come to a close, when a group of wizards had flown him to Grimmauld Place. "And I want you to know something Harry...I work for Dumbledore" "WHAT?" Harry was shocked, "are you a witch?" She nodded slowly and launched into an explanation. "When my sister was being put on alert, I decided I had to marry a muggle and keep the ancient magic going. It has to have a witch marrying a muggle and bearing a child. So I married, this repulsive man Vernon, and bore his ugly child, I love him but, he is horrible, and shows no magic qualities." Harry stood there looking at her, "Why," he said through gritted teeth, "does nobody ever tell me these things." He then ran to his room and sat down on his desk. He pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote...
"Dear Sirius."
Realising what he had just done, Harry shouted, his voice tinged with grief and anger "WHY?"
