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apart from Hazel Lupin and Flaws bone Drive (aren't I lucky *,_,*)
Chapter 2
Disturbances
Harry Potter lay in his bedroom staring up at the ceiling. He had been tossing and turning for hours, but so far, had had no luck in getting to sleep. He rolled over to look at his bedside clock. It was 11.57 meaning Harry would be fifteen in three minute's time. He had been looking forward to his birthday for weeks, mainly because he would be joining his friend Ron at his house for the remainder of the holidays before returning to his school.
His clock now read 12.00. Across the landing he heard his cousin Dudley snoring loudly.
'No wonder I can't sleep,' said Harry quietly to himself. He lay on his back, looking at his ceiling. Moonlight shone straight through the window onto Harry's pillow, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
Harry reached up and put a hand to his forehead, where he had a small lightning shaped scar. It was this scar, which made Harry a very unusual fifteen-year-old boy. He had inherited his looks from his parents. Although he had only seen photographs of them, endless people were telling him how much he looked like his father James Potter and how he had his mother, Lily's, bright green eyes.
Suddenly, a shadow fell across Harry's pillow, blocking out the moonlight. He sat bolt upright, staring at his window. The cause of the shadow was revealed almost at once. A large barn owl was flapping outside Harry's window, with a letter in his beak. Harry scrambled out of bed over to his window and flung it open. The barn owl soared into his room and landed gracefully on his bed. It dropped the letter onto Harry's pillow.
Most normal boys would have been very puzzled to suddenly find a barn owl sitting on their bed in the middle of the night, but Harry Potter was not an ordinary boy. He was in fact a wizard, and sending post by owls, was a completely normal thing for a wizard to do.
As Harry bent down to pick up his letter, something else landed on his pillow; something that hooted shrilly.
'Hello, Pig,' said Harry, taking the letter from the owl's beak. The tiny owl belonged to his friend Ron, and in Harry's opinion, looked nothing like a pig. Pig, looking pleased with himself started rocketing around Harry's room, making an enormous racket.
'Shhh shhhh.' said Harry desperately, hoping that the noise would not wake his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, whom Harry lived with.
Harry picked up the first letter, brought by the barn owl who stretched his wings and soared out of Harry's window, into the black night.
Pig finally calmed down and landed on top of the cage on Harry's desk, which housed Harry's own owl, Hedwig.
Harry slit open the letter, which was from Hogwarts, the school for witches and wizards that he had attended for the last four years. It contained a letter informing Harry of the date on which term started and a list of books for the new school year.
He folded it up and put it to one side. Then his eyes fell on the letter Pig had brought.
He picked it up, opened it and began to read it.
Dear Harry (it read)
Ron here. Just a quick note to remind you that we will be picking you up on your birthday at midday. Mum says you can stay with us until we go back to school, and Hermione's coming as well! Keep safe; we'll see you soon
Ron
P.S. Got your birthday present at home, I don't think Pig was up to carrying it.
Harry frowned slightly at the 'keep safe" part of the letter. He knew why Ron had said that. Only a few short months ago Harry had only just escaped being killed by Lord Voldemort, who had regained his body back, and was returned to full power, as Harry had witnessed at Voldemort's rebirth.
He sighed and put down the letter on his desk and wondered where Voldemort was now. Probably somewhere planning his revenge Harry thought miserably.
Still, there was no use in worrying about something until it happened he thought as he folded up the letter and put it under his bed, along with the rest of his letters from friends. Pig gave a shrill hoot and soared out of the window into the night.
Harry sighed as he lay back on his pillow, feeling content. In a few hours he would be on his way to Ron's house to spend the rest of the holidays there, and after that he would be back at Hogwarts, which felt more like home to Harry than the Dursley's house had ever felt.
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Chapter 2
Disturbances
Harry Potter lay in his bedroom staring up at the ceiling. He had been tossing and turning for hours, but so far, had had no luck in getting to sleep. He rolled over to look at his bedside clock. It was 11.57 meaning Harry would be fifteen in three minute's time. He had been looking forward to his birthday for weeks, mainly because he would be joining his friend Ron at his house for the remainder of the holidays before returning to his school.
His clock now read 12.00. Across the landing he heard his cousin Dudley snoring loudly.
'No wonder I can't sleep,' said Harry quietly to himself. He lay on his back, looking at his ceiling. Moonlight shone straight through the window onto Harry's pillow, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
Harry reached up and put a hand to his forehead, where he had a small lightning shaped scar. It was this scar, which made Harry a very unusual fifteen-year-old boy. He had inherited his looks from his parents. Although he had only seen photographs of them, endless people were telling him how much he looked like his father James Potter and how he had his mother, Lily's, bright green eyes.
Suddenly, a shadow fell across Harry's pillow, blocking out the moonlight. He sat bolt upright, staring at his window. The cause of the shadow was revealed almost at once. A large barn owl was flapping outside Harry's window, with a letter in his beak. Harry scrambled out of bed over to his window and flung it open. The barn owl soared into his room and landed gracefully on his bed. It dropped the letter onto Harry's pillow.
Most normal boys would have been very puzzled to suddenly find a barn owl sitting on their bed in the middle of the night, but Harry Potter was not an ordinary boy. He was in fact a wizard, and sending post by owls, was a completely normal thing for a wizard to do.
As Harry bent down to pick up his letter, something else landed on his pillow; something that hooted shrilly.
'Hello, Pig,' said Harry, taking the letter from the owl's beak. The tiny owl belonged to his friend Ron, and in Harry's opinion, looked nothing like a pig. Pig, looking pleased with himself started rocketing around Harry's room, making an enormous racket.
'Shhh shhhh.' said Harry desperately, hoping that the noise would not wake his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, whom Harry lived with.
Harry picked up the first letter, brought by the barn owl who stretched his wings and soared out of Harry's window, into the black night.
Pig finally calmed down and landed on top of the cage on Harry's desk, which housed Harry's own owl, Hedwig.
Harry slit open the letter, which was from Hogwarts, the school for witches and wizards that he had attended for the last four years. It contained a letter informing Harry of the date on which term started and a list of books for the new school year.
He folded it up and put it to one side. Then his eyes fell on the letter Pig had brought.
He picked it up, opened it and began to read it.
Dear Harry (it read)
Ron here. Just a quick note to remind you that we will be picking you up on your birthday at midday. Mum says you can stay with us until we go back to school, and Hermione's coming as well! Keep safe; we'll see you soon
Ron
P.S. Got your birthday present at home, I don't think Pig was up to carrying it.
Harry frowned slightly at the 'keep safe" part of the letter. He knew why Ron had said that. Only a few short months ago Harry had only just escaped being killed by Lord Voldemort, who had regained his body back, and was returned to full power, as Harry had witnessed at Voldemort's rebirth.
He sighed and put down the letter on his desk and wondered where Voldemort was now. Probably somewhere planning his revenge Harry thought miserably.
Still, there was no use in worrying about something until it happened he thought as he folded up the letter and put it under his bed, along with the rest of his letters from friends. Pig gave a shrill hoot and soared out of the window into the night.
Harry sighed as he lay back on his pillow, feeling content. In a few hours he would be on his way to Ron's house to spend the rest of the holidays there, and after that he would be back at Hogwarts, which felt more like home to Harry than the Dursley's house had ever felt.
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