Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Harry Potter. Everything belongs to Warner Bros, J.K Rowling, Scholastic Publishing and Bloomsbury Publishing.
A/N: Again, thanks to everyone who reviewed - Em, *beth*, Triforce, Ravenclaw-Filly, G0ddess Calliope and crazy_laulo. I never expected to be on anyone's Author Alerts or Favourites lists so soon, as this is my first fanfic! The main complaint I received is that my chapters are too short. I promise they will get longer, but I wanted to get my story going first. Well, that's enough from me. Read, review, and enjoy!
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Harry was rummaging in the garden shed looking for some equipment when a voice startled him.
"It's been a long time, Harry Potter."
He whirled around, only to be confronted with the smiling face of Mrs. Figg, the elderly lady from down the road.
"Hi, Mrs. Figg. How did you get in?"
"You left the garden gate open. I would advise you to be more careful, especially now that Lord Voldemort is back in power."
"Oh yeah,sorry..." Something clicked in Harry's mind. "Mrs.Figg? As in Arabella Figg?"
"Very good, boy. I am, in fact, a witch. I was stationed here on Privet Drive to keep an eye on you until you started Hogwarts. That is why you haven't seen much of me lately."
Harry suddenly felt extremely angry. "You knew I was a wizard? Why didn't you tell me?"
Mrs Figg's face fell. "I really wanted to, Harry, but I was forbidden to. Albus said it would be easier for you to grow up not knowing what you are, and I had no chioce but to respect his wishes. You are just like your father, Harry. Just like him."
"You knew him?"
"Yes, and Lily too. They were two of the most wonderful people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing."
Harry wasn't surprised. It seemed that every adult he knew had known his parents, but here was someone who could tell him more about them. He said so to Mrs Figg, and she replied by telling him about his father's pranks until it grew dark outside.
"I really must get going now, Harry. I am travelling up to Hogwarts tonight for a meeting with Albus. I promise I will see you again soon." And with that she left.
Harry then started to panic. He was so busy talking to Mrs. Figg that he hadn't done any of the chores that Uncle Vernon had asked him to do. He decided to leave the weeding and start preparing dinner. However, he had just gotten inside the house when a blue Ford pulled up outside the house. Two minutes later Uncle Vernon barged through the front door.
"Boy! Where are you?"
Harry left the kitchen and put on his most angelic voice. "Yes, Uncle Vernon?"
"Have you done any of the things I asked you to do this morning?"
"No."
"No? What do you mean, no? Why not?" Uncle Vernon was starting to get angry.
"Well, you know Mrs Figg from across the road, She happens to be a witch and-"
"Liar! How dare you make up a fib like that!"
"It's true!"
"Don't talk back to me boy!" And with that, Uncle Vernon struck him. Harry fell to the ground. He wondered why Uncle Vernon was in such a bad mood, but not for long.
"I recieved a letter this morning at work, boy. From a man named Albus Dumbledore or something like that. He told me everything that happened last year. Well. let me tell you, boy, you are not getting any special treatment from me!" Uncle Vernon then hit Harry again. He pulled back for a third punch, but this time Harry was ready. He ducked and ran past Uncle Vernon, out of the front door, and down the street.
"Boy! Where do you think you're going?"
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Harry Potter. Everything belongs to Warner Bros, J.K Rowling, Scholastic Publishing and Bloomsbury Publishing.
A/N: Again, thanks to everyone who reviewed - Em, *beth*, Triforce, Ravenclaw-Filly, G0ddess Calliope and crazy_laulo. I never expected to be on anyone's Author Alerts or Favourites lists so soon, as this is my first fanfic! The main complaint I received is that my chapters are too short. I promise they will get longer, but I wanted to get my story going first. Well, that's enough from me. Read, review, and enjoy!
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Harry was rummaging in the garden shed looking for some equipment when a voice startled him.
"It's been a long time, Harry Potter."
He whirled around, only to be confronted with the smiling face of Mrs. Figg, the elderly lady from down the road.
"Hi, Mrs. Figg. How did you get in?"
"You left the garden gate open. I would advise you to be more careful, especially now that Lord Voldemort is back in power."
"Oh yeah,sorry..." Something clicked in Harry's mind. "Mrs.Figg? As in Arabella Figg?"
"Very good, boy. I am, in fact, a witch. I was stationed here on Privet Drive to keep an eye on you until you started Hogwarts. That is why you haven't seen much of me lately."
Harry suddenly felt extremely angry. "You knew I was a wizard? Why didn't you tell me?"
Mrs Figg's face fell. "I really wanted to, Harry, but I was forbidden to. Albus said it would be easier for you to grow up not knowing what you are, and I had no chioce but to respect his wishes. You are just like your father, Harry. Just like him."
"You knew him?"
"Yes, and Lily too. They were two of the most wonderful people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing."
Harry wasn't surprised. It seemed that every adult he knew had known his parents, but here was someone who could tell him more about them. He said so to Mrs Figg, and she replied by telling him about his father's pranks until it grew dark outside.
"I really must get going now, Harry. I am travelling up to Hogwarts tonight for a meeting with Albus. I promise I will see you again soon." And with that she left.
Harry then started to panic. He was so busy talking to Mrs. Figg that he hadn't done any of the chores that Uncle Vernon had asked him to do. He decided to leave the weeding and start preparing dinner. However, he had just gotten inside the house when a blue Ford pulled up outside the house. Two minutes later Uncle Vernon barged through the front door.
"Boy! Where are you?"
Harry left the kitchen and put on his most angelic voice. "Yes, Uncle Vernon?"
"Have you done any of the things I asked you to do this morning?"
"No."
"No? What do you mean, no? Why not?" Uncle Vernon was starting to get angry.
"Well, you know Mrs Figg from across the road, She happens to be a witch and-"
"Liar! How dare you make up a fib like that!"
"It's true!"
"Don't talk back to me boy!" And with that, Uncle Vernon struck him. Harry fell to the ground. He wondered why Uncle Vernon was in such a bad mood, but not for long.
"I recieved a letter this morning at work, boy. From a man named Albus Dumbledore or something like that. He told me everything that happened last year. Well. let me tell you, boy, you are not getting any special treatment from me!" Uncle Vernon then hit Harry again. He pulled back for a third punch, but this time Harry was ready. He ducked and ran past Uncle Vernon, out of the front door, and down the street.
"Boy! Where do you think you're going?"