Before the story begins I just wanted to tell you that "I am a scared boy" part of my first thing
was there because I was bored. I know it was my bad taste but hey, when you are bored you are bored.
I will try not to do that again but boredom may strike again.
Well if my mind could start again I will TRY to make another story.
Well here it goes...
The next morning when Harry woke up he looked around the room. The glass from the window that was shattered
everywhere was somehow gone. "Well, I guess someone did some sort of spell on my window." Harry thought.
After inspecting his room carefully, making sure nothing was out of place Harry went downstairs to
eat breakfast. No one noticed he came down. Dudley, somewhat skinnier than the year before because
his trousers didn't fit him the year before, was there sitting at the table whining about another
diet that he had to do. On his plate and everyone else's, just like last year, was some cottage cheese.
Harry ate what he had on his plate and went back up to his room. Harry went up to his bed and sat down.
"What am I going to do?" Harry thought. He looked out the window to see if Hedwig was coming. He knew it was
impossible to have her coming back, having sent her to Dumbledore only last night.
The rest of the day Harry sat around staring at the ceiling in his bedroom. After last night he was
thinking about his somewhat near-death experience. Then, as Aunt Petunia called him down to do some chores he didn't
think about it anymore. While he was cleaning he heard Uncle Vernon talking to Petunia saying "I heard the most
unusual sound last night. It sounding like glass shattering."
"Did you check all the windows to see if they were alright?" asked Aunt Petunia.
"In-matter-of-fact I did." said Uncle Vernon.
"That is odd quite indeed." replied Aunt Petunia.
After Harry did all of his chores, which were quite alot, it was about 8:00. He retired and went to bed
even though it was so early. Before he went into the room he crossed his fingers hoping Hedwig was there.
Harry opened the room and his hopes sunk. Hedwig wasn't there. He got into his pajamas and went to sleep.
At 12:00 AM in the morning Harry woke up. He had been having a dream about something. He forgot what it was. Ron was saying
something but he couldn't remember it. Just then Voldemort walked into his room. "Whaaa?" Harry
thought. "I am going to kill you now! No more windows to help you now!" yelled Voldemort. He raised his wand and a flash of green light flashed in the room.
Harry Potter was dead...
was there because I was bored. I know it was my bad taste but hey, when you are bored you are bored.
I will try not to do that again but boredom may strike again.
Well if my mind could start again I will TRY to make another story.
Well here it goes...
The next morning when Harry woke up he looked around the room. The glass from the window that was shattered
everywhere was somehow gone. "Well, I guess someone did some sort of spell on my window." Harry thought.
After inspecting his room carefully, making sure nothing was out of place Harry went downstairs to
eat breakfast. No one noticed he came down. Dudley, somewhat skinnier than the year before because
his trousers didn't fit him the year before, was there sitting at the table whining about another
diet that he had to do. On his plate and everyone else's, just like last year, was some cottage cheese.
Harry ate what he had on his plate and went back up to his room. Harry went up to his bed and sat down.
"What am I going to do?" Harry thought. He looked out the window to see if Hedwig was coming. He knew it was
impossible to have her coming back, having sent her to Dumbledore only last night.
The rest of the day Harry sat around staring at the ceiling in his bedroom. After last night he was
thinking about his somewhat near-death experience. Then, as Aunt Petunia called him down to do some chores he didn't
think about it anymore. While he was cleaning he heard Uncle Vernon talking to Petunia saying "I heard the most
unusual sound last night. It sounding like glass shattering."
"Did you check all the windows to see if they were alright?" asked Aunt Petunia.
"In-matter-of-fact I did." said Uncle Vernon.
"That is odd quite indeed." replied Aunt Petunia.
After Harry did all of his chores, which were quite alot, it was about 8:00. He retired and went to bed
even though it was so early. Before he went into the room he crossed his fingers hoping Hedwig was there.
Harry opened the room and his hopes sunk. Hedwig wasn't there. He got into his pajamas and went to sleep.
At 12:00 AM in the morning Harry woke up. He had been having a dream about something. He forgot what it was. Ron was saying
something but he couldn't remember it. Just then Voldemort walked into his room. "Whaaa?" Harry
thought. "I am going to kill you now! No more windows to help you now!" yelled Voldemort. He raised his wand and a flash of green light flashed in the room.
Harry Potter was dead...