Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
A/N: I have posted another story on ff.net before, 'Missing Scenes from the Harry Potter Books', but I got bored with it. Thanx to everyone who reviewed and please review this story. Constuctive critisism would also be appreciated!
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He was in a gloomy, dark graveyard. It was quiet. The boy beside him pulled out his wand; he did the same. Suddenly, there was movement. Both of them turned towards the source and watched, silently, as the figure moved towards them. It was then that he felt a pain unlike any that he had ever felt before. It blinded him...took over him completely...
"Kill the spare!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
His companion fell to the ground with a thud.
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Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, woke up with a start. He had been having this dream ever since he had left his school for the summer holidays. This dream was based on reality, a reality that Harry would have liked to forget, but was forced to relive over again every time he fell asleep. He glanced over at the alarm clock on his bedside table - 4:00 a.m, on the 31st July. His birthday. For once he didn't feel happy about this; he remembered with a shudder that another boy would have no more birthdays, and it was all his fault. If he hadn't asked Cedric to take the Cup with him...
To take his mind of this, he thought of his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They had both sent letters to him a couple of days ago. Ron was staying at home for the holidays, as Mr Weasley and Percy were both very busy at the Ministry. Hermione had gone with her parents to Bulgaria for the summer. She didn't mention Viktor Krum at all in her letter, but it didn't take a genius to figure out why she had chosen Bulgaria as her holiday destination. He had also recieved a letter from his godfather, Sirius Black. He was on a special mission for Dumbledore, but had promised Harry that he would definately see him by Christmas. This made him feel better. In the dark times that were coming, he would need his godfather more than ever.
His musings were interrupted by a loud tapping on the window, which he soon opened, Five owls immediately flew in and landed on his bed, while Hedwig, his own snowy white owl, nibbled his ear affecionately and then went into her cage, curling her head beneath her wing.
Harry took his first letter off a regal-looking tawny brown owl, which flew straight back out of the window again. He opened the letter and read it.
Dear Mr. Potter,
This letter is to congratulate you on becoming a prefect. Term will begin on September 1st. Please take note of your supplies list and badge.
Yours Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Acting Headmistress
He then opened letters from Ron and Hermione. They wished him a happy birthday, and sent him a present each; Ron sent him a book on the Chudley Cannons, and Hermione sent him a book on the mistreatment of house elves. Harry chuckled. "Looks like Hermione is still on her SPEW kick!"
The other letters were from Sirius, who sent him a phoenix feather, and Hagrid, who gave him some treacle toffee. Harry was puzzled about Sirius' present, but the letter offered no explanation.
"BOY! YOU COME DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS MINUTE!"
Harry groaned. What had he done now? he hurriedly stored all of his letters and gifts under a loose floorboard and made his way downstairs.
A/N: So what d'you think? Huh? Please review using that handy litte box just below!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
A/N: I have posted another story on ff.net before, 'Missing Scenes from the Harry Potter Books', but I got bored with it. Thanx to everyone who reviewed and please review this story. Constuctive critisism would also be appreciated!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
He was in a gloomy, dark graveyard. It was quiet. The boy beside him pulled out his wand; he did the same. Suddenly, there was movement. Both of them turned towards the source and watched, silently, as the figure moved towards them. It was then that he felt a pain unlike any that he had ever felt before. It blinded him...took over him completely...
"Kill the spare!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
His companion fell to the ground with a thud.
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Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, woke up with a start. He had been having this dream ever since he had left his school for the summer holidays. This dream was based on reality, a reality that Harry would have liked to forget, but was forced to relive over again every time he fell asleep. He glanced over at the alarm clock on his bedside table - 4:00 a.m, on the 31st July. His birthday. For once he didn't feel happy about this; he remembered with a shudder that another boy would have no more birthdays, and it was all his fault. If he hadn't asked Cedric to take the Cup with him...
To take his mind of this, he thought of his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They had both sent letters to him a couple of days ago. Ron was staying at home for the holidays, as Mr Weasley and Percy were both very busy at the Ministry. Hermione had gone with her parents to Bulgaria for the summer. She didn't mention Viktor Krum at all in her letter, but it didn't take a genius to figure out why she had chosen Bulgaria as her holiday destination. He had also recieved a letter from his godfather, Sirius Black. He was on a special mission for Dumbledore, but had promised Harry that he would definately see him by Christmas. This made him feel better. In the dark times that were coming, he would need his godfather more than ever.
His musings were interrupted by a loud tapping on the window, which he soon opened, Five owls immediately flew in and landed on his bed, while Hedwig, his own snowy white owl, nibbled his ear affecionately and then went into her cage, curling her head beneath her wing.
Harry took his first letter off a regal-looking tawny brown owl, which flew straight back out of the window again. He opened the letter and read it.
Dear Mr. Potter,
This letter is to congratulate you on becoming a prefect. Term will begin on September 1st. Please take note of your supplies list and badge.
Yours Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Acting Headmistress
He then opened letters from Ron and Hermione. They wished him a happy birthday, and sent him a present each; Ron sent him a book on the Chudley Cannons, and Hermione sent him a book on the mistreatment of house elves. Harry chuckled. "Looks like Hermione is still on her SPEW kick!"
The other letters were from Sirius, who sent him a phoenix feather, and Hagrid, who gave him some treacle toffee. Harry was puzzled about Sirius' present, but the letter offered no explanation.
"BOY! YOU COME DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS MINUTE!"
Harry groaned. What had he done now? he hurriedly stored all of his letters and gifts under a loose floorboard and made his way downstairs.
A/N: So what d'you think? Huh? Please review using that handy litte box just below!