Harry Potter
and
The Rising Spirits
Chapter 1
Harry's First Encounter
On 64 Pivet Drive, a house full of the 3 Dursley's, was unusually loud. But not only the 3 lived there, but so did Harry Potter, the most famous wizard in the wizarding world, which the Dursleys did not approve of. It was loud due to Harry's pet, Hedwig, who was an owl.
"Blast that wretched hooter! What the hell made her freak?" yelled Uncle Vernon. Harry was trying desperately to hold Hedwig down, and he had many scratches on his face, Hedwig was not going to calm down anytime soon.
"I... I don't know," gasped Harry. "She just... snapped, she might've seen something!"
"There's nothing in this room she isn't used to!" snapped Aunt Petunia. Dudley was in the far corner, trying to stay away from the raging bird but not too far away to not hear his mum and dad yelling at Harry. He loved it.
"If that bird doesn't shut up you little twit, then we're making her stay outside for the rest of the summer!" Uncle Vernon threatened. Hedwig must've heard, because she stopped altogether, but Harry could see fear in her eyes. Then the Dursley's left harry to clean up the mess in his room that Hedwig made. Grumbling, Harry picked up his books and parchments.
"Honestly Hedwig, what was wrong? You've never done this before..." he muttered as he picked up his letter to Hermione, now all scratched and torn. Hedwig gave a small frightened "hoot" and flapped her wings. "I wish you could tell me what you saw," said Harry.
No sooner had Harry spoke, then a blue flash appeared in his room. The light died away, and in it's place stood a little girl, she looked no more than 5 or so, but she couldn't be a living girl, Harry could see right through her.
"It was me your owl saw," replied the little girl. It sounded so young, yet so far away and distant. "I needed to talk to you, but before you saw me your owl did." Harry was startled. How could he miss a light that bright?
"Who are you?" asked Harry. The little girl smiled.
"Jessica, another wizard like you. And we have a very strong relationship Harry Potter." She smiled slyly as to make Harry guess who she was. When Harry had no luck, she spoke, more solemnly, "I would've been your sister."
and
The Rising Spirits
Chapter 1
Harry's First Encounter
On 64 Pivet Drive, a house full of the 3 Dursley's, was unusually loud. But not only the 3 lived there, but so did Harry Potter, the most famous wizard in the wizarding world, which the Dursleys did not approve of. It was loud due to Harry's pet, Hedwig, who was an owl.
"Blast that wretched hooter! What the hell made her freak?" yelled Uncle Vernon. Harry was trying desperately to hold Hedwig down, and he had many scratches on his face, Hedwig was not going to calm down anytime soon.
"I... I don't know," gasped Harry. "She just... snapped, she might've seen something!"
"There's nothing in this room she isn't used to!" snapped Aunt Petunia. Dudley was in the far corner, trying to stay away from the raging bird but not too far away to not hear his mum and dad yelling at Harry. He loved it.
"If that bird doesn't shut up you little twit, then we're making her stay outside for the rest of the summer!" Uncle Vernon threatened. Hedwig must've heard, because she stopped altogether, but Harry could see fear in her eyes. Then the Dursley's left harry to clean up the mess in his room that Hedwig made. Grumbling, Harry picked up his books and parchments.
"Honestly Hedwig, what was wrong? You've never done this before..." he muttered as he picked up his letter to Hermione, now all scratched and torn. Hedwig gave a small frightened "hoot" and flapped her wings. "I wish you could tell me what you saw," said Harry.
No sooner had Harry spoke, then a blue flash appeared in his room. The light died away, and in it's place stood a little girl, she looked no more than 5 or so, but she couldn't be a living girl, Harry could see right through her.
"It was me your owl saw," replied the little girl. It sounded so young, yet so far away and distant. "I needed to talk to you, but before you saw me your owl did." Harry was startled. How could he miss a light that bright?
"Who are you?" asked Harry. The little girl smiled.
"Jessica, another wizard like you. And we have a very strong relationship Harry Potter." She smiled slyly as to make Harry guess who she was. When Harry had no luck, she spoke, more solemnly, "I would've been your sister."