UPDATE! SORRY I'M THE WORST UPDATER. It's a bit longer than the last one...but still not as long as I would like them. I had a bit of writers block on this chap...and the different parts of the chapter were on 2 computers and a bit on my phone written while I was waiting for some fireworks. I started another story that has been begging to be written for a while to help me get over some writers block. i've posted it up.
Thank you to Call me Mad, Jiyle, Fleury's Apprentice70, The Booknerds, Skylar of Gryffindor, butterflyeyes20, srey nait, .not., Dizzy126, Real Men Play Quidditch and HarryPotterNut94 for the reviews! and to everyone who alerted me
Call me Mad: I'm not exactly sure why I made Harry headboy…I sort of have a reason behind it but that'll be later in the story…nothing too important. I think he's pulling a James Potter and becoming Head Boy without being a prefect.
Skylar of Gryffindor: Piers and the rest of the gang will make an appearance, but I'm not sure yet if they'll have a huge part.
Disclaimer: I am making no profit off this. sadly :( If I did I wouldn't be typing on an old laptop that died from the blue screen of death (it's real. Look it up) and then was miraculously resusitated.
Remember the "I don't think you're a waste of space" magical forgiveness scene never happened.
Harry felt like Voldemort had returned from the grave. "Little Whinging?" he sputtered to the Hat, "as in Stonewall High and Smeltings?"
"Why yes." Casually replied the Hat, oblivious, or ignoring, Harry's distress. Harry felt all the colour drain from his face. Ginny, Ron and Hermione all looked at Harry with extreme concern. They hadn't seen him this panicked since his dreams involving Voldemort.
"Harry?" said Ginny calmly. "Is that where Dudley goes to school?"
Slowly nodding, Harry replied "Ya, him and all the other kids who made my childhood hell." With that, Harry angrily stormed out of the Hall.
He blindly tore through Hogwarts, not really sure where he was heading. He faintly heard Ron, Hermione and Ginny calling out for him, but he didn't stop or even bother to listen to what they were saying. After awhile Harry somehow found himself on the grounds. He only become aware of this when he noticed his feet were damp from the evening dew. He flopped himself down on a little knoll, desperately trying not to remember anything of his childhood.
A little breeze played across his face, ruffling his hair a bit. Harry was panting hard. He had been running from Dudley and his friends all of lunch break. He was running against the breeze, so he often had to glance back to see if he had left them behind yet. Dashing around a corner he quickly glanced back. He had lost them! Thinking fast Harry decided to jump behind some rubbish bins. When Harry opened his eyes again he found himself on the roof! 'Maybe when I jumped a breeze caught me and…
Harry tore himself away from that memory. He began to gather himself. He was quite damp from sitting on the grass. He was breathing hard, presumably from recalling his memory. He looked up; the moon was shining brightly. No stars were out yet, leaving the night sky dark and clear. There was a large tree not 10 metres from him…
He was 7 years old and Dudley, with the help of one of Aunt Marge's pitbulls, had forced him up a tree in the park near number 4. He'd been stranded for hours, as he knew the vicious dog would be waiting for him. Harry wasn't sure if he could get down if he wanted to. The tree he'd managed to scramble up in a fit of adrenaline was gargantuan with no branches until at least 5 metres up the trunk…
…He was quietly sitting at the base of a tree during recess. Three kids from his class were nearby, two boys and a girl. They were whispering to each other. Harry caught little snippets of their conversation. "You do it!"
"No-wei-Dudl-funny-" "I'll go." The girl in the group, who sat to the left of him in class, came over and plopped herself right beside Harry.
"Hiya Harry watcha doing?"
Harry was still overcoming shock. No one in the school chose to hang out with him…unless they wanted to face the wrath of Dudley and his gang. "Is this a joke? Aren't you worried Dudley will beat you up?" exclaimed Harry. The girl, Olivia, hesitated. "Ben and Connor are a bit. But we all want to get to know you, despite your cousin."…
Suddenly, he registered that Ginny had found him…and probably had been sitting beside him for some time now. Her presence had most likely been the cause of that last memory. That had been a few days before summer vacation started. Harry went to Hogwarts the next year. He never saw Olivia, Ben and Connor again. Slightly turning his head to look at Ginny, he saw tears streaming down her face.
"Why are you crying?" asked Harry, extremely perplexed.
"Why do you always have the worst luck? You have Voldemort and Umbridge and Snape trying to ruin your first few years at Hogwarts, and now muggles are trying to ruin your last." Stated Ginny.
"Harry, you can't let this ruin your year! You deserve at least one good year. I mean, I know you and you cousin aren't on the best of terms-"
"Hah. Best of terms? He hates me Gin. Him and everyone else at my muggle school."
"Harry!" said Ginny, punching him. "You're already off to a bad start! Maybe those muggles were just afraid of Dudley…maybe some of them will apologize."
Harry chuckled. "We can always hope."
Hahaha almost forgot to call them rubbish bins. Just about put garbage cans.
