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3 Author's Note: This story takes place a month after the book: The Goblet of Fire.

Summary: Voldemort's back and Harry is scared, together with his friends, how will they manage to bring the downfall of the Dark Lord?



Harry Potter and the End of Day

4 Chapter One



"Uncle Vernon!" hollered Harry, his bright green eyes flashing in rage. His hair, jet black, stubbornly untidy flopped down onto his brilliant eyes.

"Boy, you ought to have an excuse for interrupting-" Uncle Vernon, a very heavy sort of man, stomped and barged in Harry's room.

"You-your stupid son-he-he" Harry sputtered outraged, as Uncle Vernon stared at him, his face bright purple.

"One more word out of your-"

"Wait until my godfather hears about this" Harry spat, and Uncle Vernon froze, his face obviously scared.

Here we witness a typical, usual fight in a muggle Dursley's house. Of course the fight always ends when Harry's godfather comes into the conversation.

"What did Dudley do?" finally asked Uncle Vernon, his face still bright purple.

"He sat on my owl" coldly replied Harry.

This situation could have been very funny, however it really wasn't because somehow the sitiuation was very serious.

"What?" snarled Uncle Vernon

"Your dumb kid almost sufficated my owl!" bellowed Harry.

"SO GOOD FOR HIM!"

"WHAT!"

"YOU HEARD ME BOY!"

"THAT'S IT, I'M SENDING A LETTER TO SIRIUS!"

And yet again this argument was won over by the great Harry Potter-

"How will you be able to send the letter?" said Uncle Vernon in a dangerously soft voice.

Harry stopped and thought it over, "I guess then my godfather might think something's wrong, if he doesn't hear from me-"

"FINE, FINE! I'LL TALK WITH DUDLEY ABOUT YOUR RUDDY OWL!" roared Vernon.

With a satisfied smirk Harry smiled, leaving Uncle Vernon totally outraged at his defeat, stomping out.

With a tired sort of sigh, Harry plopped heavily on his bed, looking at the mirror.

He could tell that he had grown a lot over the past…month. His hair, dark and messy as usual, hid his green almond eyes. His face showed much maturity and adulthood, during the past….month. And there, apart from his facial appearance, laid a faint but a very visible scar, that marked his forehead.

"AH!" gasped Harry clamping his hand onto his forehead. An abrupt searing kind of pain quickly spreaded onto his forehead. It had gone as quickly as it came. Harry looked up again and frowned. It had been twice today, how strange.

"Voldemort" whispered Harry staring at his burning scar.

"I need to tell Dumbledore" Harry exclaimed out loud, apparently talking to himself.







Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I am sorry to bother you but I know this is important…well my scar keeps hurting a lot from last month. I don't know what's wrong. Sorry anyway…





Harry



Harry paused as he reread his letter. With a grim look, Harry added a little sentence on the bottom.





P.S. Please don't tell Sirius, I'm afraid he'll get himself in trouble.





With the final letter, he tossed his quill aside and rolled up the letter.

"Here Hedwig, sorry that overgrown Dudley sat on you, hope you're okay" the owl hooted fluffing its feathers. After attaching the letter to Hedwig, the snowy owl professionally spread its wings and flew out into the hot summer night.

Although the summer was hot, the threatening look of the sky and the unusual cold wind made it clear. This might've been the end of day.



A.N.: Sorry it's not that very good, the good parts going to come so please be patient!