Chapter 1 The Gift
«Relax mate, we are going home now, no homework, no worries. 2 months of being free. How can you be so gloom?» Ronald Weasley asked his best friend Harry Potter once they got on the Hogwarts express.
«Honestly Ron, you know, The Dursleys» Hermoine Granger said and shot him a angry look.
«No, it will probarly be okey. I just have to stay out of their way, then they won't bother me.» Harry said.
«I hope so Harry, for your sake» She smiled softly at him and found a compartment that was not full. Only one person sat inside it.
«This is the only one left, lets sit here» Harry said.
They sat in silence for about an hour. The other person in that room had a hood over his head and they could not see who it was and he snored lightly so they knew he was asleep.
«Harry, are you OK? You really look sad?»
«I am fine» he said and smiled.
«You can come to our place Harry, I know mum and dad won't mind.» Ron said looking worried at him.
«Yeah, I will see about that. Dumbledore said I had to stay at my aunts house for the whole summer. He would buy the school books for me in Diagon Alley, so I don't even have that to look forward to. You can really start to wonder if he hates me. Voldemort has been quiet for a while now, ONE day in Diagon Ally could not have hurt me» Harry said, starting to get angry.
«Oh Harry, I know you feel angry but you have to listen to what Dumbledore tells you. You know that right? You won't to anything stupid?» Hermoine asked.
«Ofcourse» was all he said back.
A month later Harry was sitting outside his aunt and uncle's house and reading. That was all he had done that summer. Reading everything he came across.
«Boy, come and do the dishes» Uncle Vernon yelled through the window.
«Yes»
When he was finished with that, he went up to his room. There on his bed laid a box. Hedwig was sitting beside it with a letter on her leg.
«What have you got for me girl?» He asked her, while he took it off her leg.
Dear Mister Potter.
From what I have heard and understand, you are not happy being with your aunt and uncle. That you are not aloud outside the area. I can't come to take you out, but I can help you so your time in Surrey will be shorter. I have not cursed the gift nor done anything else with it. It is just a gift from me. I truly understand how you have it. Witches and wizards should not be left alone to live with muggles. Including the muggle borns, but politics can we discuss another time. Now enjoy your present, and I will see you later.
TMR
TMR? Who could that be? Who would send me a present? It' even not my birthday.he thought.
He opened the box. Inside there was a beautiful red box. He took it out, inside there was a snake sleeping.
«Hi little one, what is your name?» Harry hissed to it in parseltongue.
«Hi, you must be my new master, I was called Ninta»
«Hi, Ninta, who sent you here?»
«I don't know his name master, but he could speak to me too»
TMR? Who can it be? Who...? Tom Marvolo Riddle. Voldemort sent me a present Harry was terrified. The letter was in parseltongue so he could not show it to anyone else. Ron and Hermoine did not like his gift and that did no one else he knew of. He opened the rest of the box. Inside it was two books.
«Parseltongue- A language or black magic?»
«Black curses from A-Z»
He took them up and looked through them. He sat down on the bed with Ninta curled around his neck.