Chapter One- Summer
It was a very, very cold day at Privet Drive. Having a cold day in the middle of the summer used to be uncommon. But since the summer months began, it seemed to have become a commodity. To the general public, this seemed very strange. But to a young boy, it was quite obvious the reason. A boy with messy black hair, green eyes, and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead sat on his bed shivering. The boy, Harry Potter, was the only one in the area who could explain why it was so cold. Being a wizard, he knew that the reason for the chill must be caused by many ominous black shapes hovering in the sky. To wizards, these black things were feared in many ways. Harry had already learned to fight these dementors, but seeing as he can't use magic outside of school, he couldn't do anything about the herd above the street of Privet Drive. Besides, Harry had received a note from Dumbledore telling him to not give away his exact position. Harry pulled a very large bar of chocolate from his trunk, and began to eat. His old teacher, Remus Lupin, had used chocolate to become warm from the dementors cold. Unfortunately, the chocolate appeared to have less of an effect when the dementors stuck around then it did when they were already gone. As Harry lay there, attempting to stay warm, he remembered another note from Dumbledore. It had told him that due to the Dementor herd, he may not be able to go back to number 12 Grimmauld Place this year. This had struck as a blow to Harry's good thoughts about the summer. However, since Harry returned from Hogwarts, the Dursleys were being nicer to him. He assumed that because he had been let back into Hogwarts, the attack on Dudley and him by dementors that Harry had described to them last year must have been true. He assumed that they were being nicer since he had saved their child. As he was thinking about some things that had happened to him, he heard Aunt Petunia yell.
"Dinner's done everyone, get in here!"
Harry got up from bed, opened his door and ran down for dinner. The Dursleys and Harry were having a very large meal compared to normal, and Harry wondered why. After they had eaten, the Dursleys brought out a large cake, with icing on the top stating 'Happy Birthday Harry." Harry was taken aback by this, but he didn't know what was more surprising, the fact that the Dursleys were actually celebrating his birthday, or the fact that he himself had forgot it. Not only did he notice the cake at that moment, but he also noticed a very large amount of presents.
"What're those for?" Harry asked Uncle Vernon
"This is payback for all those years we didn't bother with your birthday" Vernon replied.
"Well... Thanks Uncle Vernon!" Harry replied as he tore into the wrapping paper covering the gifts.
That night, Harry stayed up late playing with his presents, because while he would have preferred something magic, muggle toys could be just as fun sometimes. He went to bed that night with mixed feelings. Although he was happy the Dursleys had actually done something for his birthday this year, he was at the same time upset he couldn't have spent the day with his best friends, Ron and Hermione.
I know this is short, but I'm going to make the chapters longer as I go on.
It was a very, very cold day at Privet Drive. Having a cold day in the middle of the summer used to be uncommon. But since the summer months began, it seemed to have become a commodity. To the general public, this seemed very strange. But to a young boy, it was quite obvious the reason. A boy with messy black hair, green eyes, and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead sat on his bed shivering. The boy, Harry Potter, was the only one in the area who could explain why it was so cold. Being a wizard, he knew that the reason for the chill must be caused by many ominous black shapes hovering in the sky. To wizards, these black things were feared in many ways. Harry had already learned to fight these dementors, but seeing as he can't use magic outside of school, he couldn't do anything about the herd above the street of Privet Drive. Besides, Harry had received a note from Dumbledore telling him to not give away his exact position. Harry pulled a very large bar of chocolate from his trunk, and began to eat. His old teacher, Remus Lupin, had used chocolate to become warm from the dementors cold. Unfortunately, the chocolate appeared to have less of an effect when the dementors stuck around then it did when they were already gone. As Harry lay there, attempting to stay warm, he remembered another note from Dumbledore. It had told him that due to the Dementor herd, he may not be able to go back to number 12 Grimmauld Place this year. This had struck as a blow to Harry's good thoughts about the summer. However, since Harry returned from Hogwarts, the Dursleys were being nicer to him. He assumed that because he had been let back into Hogwarts, the attack on Dudley and him by dementors that Harry had described to them last year must have been true. He assumed that they were being nicer since he had saved their child. As he was thinking about some things that had happened to him, he heard Aunt Petunia yell.
"Dinner's done everyone, get in here!"
Harry got up from bed, opened his door and ran down for dinner. The Dursleys and Harry were having a very large meal compared to normal, and Harry wondered why. After they had eaten, the Dursleys brought out a large cake, with icing on the top stating 'Happy Birthday Harry." Harry was taken aback by this, but he didn't know what was more surprising, the fact that the Dursleys were actually celebrating his birthday, or the fact that he himself had forgot it. Not only did he notice the cake at that moment, but he also noticed a very large amount of presents.
"What're those for?" Harry asked Uncle Vernon
"This is payback for all those years we didn't bother with your birthday" Vernon replied.
"Well... Thanks Uncle Vernon!" Harry replied as he tore into the wrapping paper covering the gifts.
That night, Harry stayed up late playing with his presents, because while he would have preferred something magic, muggle toys could be just as fun sometimes. He went to bed that night with mixed feelings. Although he was happy the Dursleys had actually done something for his birthday this year, he was at the same time upset he couldn't have spent the day with his best friends, Ron and Hermione.
I know this is short, but I'm going to make the chapters longer as I go on.
