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Chapter 2
Decree 45
Harry woke up sweating the next morning. He had been dreaming about Sirius again. "At least this one was happy," thought Harry. Harry had been at a quidditch match and Sirius had been in the stands cheering him on. When the match was over Sirius had disappeared into the crowd and Harry was flying over the mob of people looking for him. Then he woke up Harry slid on his glasses and pushed the dream out of his mind. Harry felt lucky that dreams were easy to forget; otherwise he would dwell on them all day. Harry trudged downstairs to find his relatives were not up yet. Dully Harry realized that it was Saturday. He decided that he could sneak some news. It was only 5:47. The Dursleys would not be up till at least nine o' clock
The Television blasted on and Harry quickly turned it down. Harry rummaged around to find a remote. Finally he found one under a large pile of Dudley's Play Boy magazines on the coffee table. Plopping back on the couch he flicked through channels. On channel fifteen he found a suitable news show, leaning his head back he closed his eyes they were just reporting weather. He had almost dosed off when her heard, ".and not to you Kathleen, who has an interesting story of a couple who live just outside London died mysteriously yesterday."
Harry quickly came back to his senses. A mysterious death, could it be related? "Bob and Lisa Glenwood were found dead in their house at 12:18 last night. The officials are puzzled at what could have caused this death. There appears to no sign of break-in, but there was an obvious sign of struggle. Broken lamps, overturned tables as you can see in this picture." That name sounded oddly familiar to Harry and then it hit him like a raindrop. He met him on his way to his hearing almost one year ago. The only reason Harry remembered him is because he had been carrying a fire-breathing chicken. If this was related to Voldemort, for what reason was he killed? Did he know something? Well one thing was sure now Voldemort is getting warmed up and ready for war
Harry got up and turned off the T.V. Luckily that was the only strange death, but it would certainly not be the last. He headed upstairs to go write a letter; maybe he would be allowed to stay with the Weasley's. When he opened the door he found the news-owl waiting impatiently for him. It held out its food and Harry gave it two knuts. Deciding to post-pone his letter writing, Harry sprawled out on his bed and saw Bob's picture on the front page. He read but it gave him not in formation why Voldemort would want to kill him.
The next Headline Harry read brought him great shock.
After 3 years of magical training Students allowed to use magic
The ministry has passed decree 45 stating: Any student completing three years of magical education of any approved ministry school will be allowed to use magic outside of school for practicing of defensive purposes. No work-saving charms will be permitted. As so will curses and jinxes. All of
these must be practiced in an area not in view of a muggle. - End of
decree. The ministry has decided to approve this with You-Know-Who's decision to become active again, and the fact that these students had no practical lesson were given to them last year. We encourage students to be responsible for their practicing. Punishments will be severe for those who
abuse this power.
Harry could not believe what he just read. He could practice magic not. "I can't wait to see the look on Dudley's face when I tell him," exclaimed Harry, but them looked doubtful and added, "I can't use any on him though, and they banned jinxes too, oh well. I can t still tease him." Harry's face was glowing as he wrote a letter to those in the order. He happed they would let him leave the Dursley's now that something this big happened.
Harry heard the others wake up and heard breakfast being made. Hardly able to contain his excitement he skipped downstairs again and bounded into the kitchen. "What are you on?" questioned Dudley.
Harry smiled evilly and answered, "Just some stuff I found in you room. I hope you don't mind." Dudley blushed and mumbled that he did not have anything in his room.
"Watch your mouth boy," growled uncle Vernon. "Why are you really so giddy? Spit it out."
"I'm allowed to do magic." Silence followed this. They all gazed with horrified expressions at Harry. It was in the Daily Prophet just this morning."
"Liar, why should they change the rules?"
"Because Voldemort has killed someone else," explained Harry simply. "It was even on your news, Bob and Lisa Glenwood. Uncle Vernon was at loss of what to say. Harry pulled the newspaper out from his back pocket. And laid it out so they could see. Aunt Petunia set down the coffee she was making and came over to read. To Harry's surprise they did not gap at the newspaper as anyone who say a moving picture would. They must not be able to see it move Harry concluded. Again they looked at Harry aghast. "I'll be in my room practicing so I wouldn't advise you coming in." With that Harry got up from the table and charged upstairs.
The first thing he did was open up Hermione's present and skim through it. It had some what seemed to be very complex spells in it, so her turned to getting started. It taught him some strong blocking spells, which he could not practice on his own. He would need help from his friends. "Maybe I will be allowed to spend the rest of the summer with the Weasley's. Harry found some simple disarming spells he could practice. Move an object slow time down temporarily (letharinito) so he could dodge curses, which Harry found quite fun. He tried jumping off the bed in slow motion and discovered it felt much like flying. The book also showed Harry how to become temporarily (rapidos) fast which allowed him to become a moving blur. Before long the sun was setting and Harry was completely worn out. He fell back into bed, hoping to find letter for him in the morning.
How do you like it? Please review!!! ( This is my first story tell me how you like it. Thanks. I write more soon.
~*S.W.A.C.*~
Chapter 2
Decree 45
Harry woke up sweating the next morning. He had been dreaming about Sirius again. "At least this one was happy," thought Harry. Harry had been at a quidditch match and Sirius had been in the stands cheering him on. When the match was over Sirius had disappeared into the crowd and Harry was flying over the mob of people looking for him. Then he woke up Harry slid on his glasses and pushed the dream out of his mind. Harry felt lucky that dreams were easy to forget; otherwise he would dwell on them all day. Harry trudged downstairs to find his relatives were not up yet. Dully Harry realized that it was Saturday. He decided that he could sneak some news. It was only 5:47. The Dursleys would not be up till at least nine o' clock
The Television blasted on and Harry quickly turned it down. Harry rummaged around to find a remote. Finally he found one under a large pile of Dudley's Play Boy magazines on the coffee table. Plopping back on the couch he flicked through channels. On channel fifteen he found a suitable news show, leaning his head back he closed his eyes they were just reporting weather. He had almost dosed off when her heard, ".and not to you Kathleen, who has an interesting story of a couple who live just outside London died mysteriously yesterday."
Harry quickly came back to his senses. A mysterious death, could it be related? "Bob and Lisa Glenwood were found dead in their house at 12:18 last night. The officials are puzzled at what could have caused this death. There appears to no sign of break-in, but there was an obvious sign of struggle. Broken lamps, overturned tables as you can see in this picture." That name sounded oddly familiar to Harry and then it hit him like a raindrop. He met him on his way to his hearing almost one year ago. The only reason Harry remembered him is because he had been carrying a fire-breathing chicken. If this was related to Voldemort, for what reason was he killed? Did he know something? Well one thing was sure now Voldemort is getting warmed up and ready for war
Harry got up and turned off the T.V. Luckily that was the only strange death, but it would certainly not be the last. He headed upstairs to go write a letter; maybe he would be allowed to stay with the Weasley's. When he opened the door he found the news-owl waiting impatiently for him. It held out its food and Harry gave it two knuts. Deciding to post-pone his letter writing, Harry sprawled out on his bed and saw Bob's picture on the front page. He read but it gave him not in formation why Voldemort would want to kill him.
The next Headline Harry read brought him great shock.
After 3 years of magical training Students allowed to use magic
The ministry has passed decree 45 stating: Any student completing three years of magical education of any approved ministry school will be allowed to use magic outside of school for practicing of defensive purposes. No work-saving charms will be permitted. As so will curses and jinxes. All of
these must be practiced in an area not in view of a muggle. - End of
decree. The ministry has decided to approve this with You-Know-Who's decision to become active again, and the fact that these students had no practical lesson were given to them last year. We encourage students to be responsible for their practicing. Punishments will be severe for those who
abuse this power.
Harry could not believe what he just read. He could practice magic not. "I can't wait to see the look on Dudley's face when I tell him," exclaimed Harry, but them looked doubtful and added, "I can't use any on him though, and they banned jinxes too, oh well. I can t still tease him." Harry's face was glowing as he wrote a letter to those in the order. He happed they would let him leave the Dursley's now that something this big happened.
Harry heard the others wake up and heard breakfast being made. Hardly able to contain his excitement he skipped downstairs again and bounded into the kitchen. "What are you on?" questioned Dudley.
Harry smiled evilly and answered, "Just some stuff I found in you room. I hope you don't mind." Dudley blushed and mumbled that he did not have anything in his room.
"Watch your mouth boy," growled uncle Vernon. "Why are you really so giddy? Spit it out."
"I'm allowed to do magic." Silence followed this. They all gazed with horrified expressions at Harry. It was in the Daily Prophet just this morning."
"Liar, why should they change the rules?"
"Because Voldemort has killed someone else," explained Harry simply. "It was even on your news, Bob and Lisa Glenwood. Uncle Vernon was at loss of what to say. Harry pulled the newspaper out from his back pocket. And laid it out so they could see. Aunt Petunia set down the coffee she was making and came over to read. To Harry's surprise they did not gap at the newspaper as anyone who say a moving picture would. They must not be able to see it move Harry concluded. Again they looked at Harry aghast. "I'll be in my room practicing so I wouldn't advise you coming in." With that Harry got up from the table and charged upstairs.
The first thing he did was open up Hermione's present and skim through it. It had some what seemed to be very complex spells in it, so her turned to getting started. It taught him some strong blocking spells, which he could not practice on his own. He would need help from his friends. "Maybe I will be allowed to spend the rest of the summer with the Weasley's. Harry found some simple disarming spells he could practice. Move an object slow time down temporarily (letharinito) so he could dodge curses, which Harry found quite fun. He tried jumping off the bed in slow motion and discovered it felt much like flying. The book also showed Harry how to become temporarily (rapidos) fast which allowed him to become a moving blur. Before long the sun was setting and Harry was completely worn out. He fell back into bed, hoping to find letter for him in the morning.
How do you like it? Please review!!! ( This is my first story tell me how you like it. Thanks. I write more soon.
~*S.W.A.C.*~