AN: This is my first long Harry Potter fic. And There is a char in here
that I created but I assure you Harry is the main person in this story. And
I want everyone to remember something. Nothing is as it seems. *waves
cheerfully and disappears in a puff of multi-color smoke*
This is dedicated to my friend. Ms. Prongs, without her you would never see this and it would be lost somewhere in my computer for no one to ever see again.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of this. Harry Potter and the Nintendo GameCube do not belong to me. I don't own them just borrowing. No suing.
Harry Potter and the Unexpected Answers
By Wyltk
Harry was standing at the sink pealing potatoes for potato soup. He wasn't really paying attention to anything around him. Just staring at the potato's dully.
He had been like this for a week. Looking straight ahead of him and ignoring everyone around him. He would have been like this before but he hadn't wanted his friends to worry. No doubt Hermione had already taken out every book she could find on Death Eaters, Voldemort, and fighting the dark arts. And Ron was sure to be busy. Dumbledore had taken the offer up about help from the Weasleys. Anyways they shouldn't be bothered by his problems.
They weren't to bad anyways just dreams and guilt. Nothing that could really hurt anybody that is as long as they didn't know. He realized blankly that he had finished the potatoes and put them in the pan of water. His aunt and uncle had been giving him more and more chores but he really didn't care it was better that way. It got his mind off of everything.
He had taken to doing even more then he was told. He found if he kept himself busy he didn't have to think. So he dove into his work with a single-mindedness that would put Sherlock Holmes to shame. He had cleaned the house from top to bottom at least 4 times in the last week. Along with the other chores the Dursleys had given him.
He was getting tired though. He had only gotten about 6 hours of sleep the entire time. He didn't want to sleep it hurt too much when he woke up. He had been dreaming of his parent's death since he had first seen a dementer, before that if you counted the random flashes of green, and just when he had been getting rid of those dreams Voldemort had kidnapped him from the Triwizard Tournament. Every time he slept he would see one of the two scenes and wake up screaming.
Not that it mattered. His uncle didn't like it much when he was woken but usually he could stop the scream before it had a chance to wake him. When he was at Hogwarts he would steal a dreamless sleep potion until he had finished making his own. He had always replaced whatever he used though. He was just lucky it only took one special ingredient which he could easily find in the Forbidden Forest. Sometimes if he didn't feel like being a thief he would use a silencing charm though that didn't help him much.
Luckily he had been smart enough this year to take a little of the dreamless sleep potion with him. He was saving it for August 31, the day before Hogwarts, so he would look well rested. Harry jerked out of the thoughts to realize he had finished the soup and had scrubbed both the dinning room and kitchen floors. Sighing he got a bowl of the soup for himself hurriedly ate it and rinsed the bowl out. Drying it he put it back in the cabinet as if it had never been used. Grabbing some carrots for Hedwig he started towards his room just shutting the door as the Dursley's drove up.
Dudley had a friend coming over from Smeltings and as he had never met Harry before the Dursleys had told him if he made one noise he would be locked in the cupboard under the stair the rest of the summer.
Pulling out his homework he realized out of all the homework he had taken home he only had his History of Magic essay to do. He had just started to write when he heard the door next to his slam and his cousin's Nintendo Gamecube turn on. The music blasted painfully through the thin walls of his bedroom. 'I guess I'm not going to finish my essay tonight after all.'
~3 weeks later~
Harry woke up screaming. He bolted upright looking at the sunlight streaming into his room. Shaking off the dream he quickly woke all the way up. He was going to be in trouble. He had forgotten to do the dishes last night.
Sighing he crept down the stair as quietly as he could and had almost reached his seat when he was yanked roughly by the ear into the next room. His uncle was yelling at him and he automatically backed away from him. Though he had never been actually hurt by his uncle he still scared him.
He backed up faster as his uncle advanced and he tripped over Dudley's skateboard and started to fall. He reached out trying to grab something but he missed it and his head hit the corner of the coffee table. He knew his uncle hadn't noticed him hitting his head, he had only seen the fall. So he stood up straight ready to face being locked into a room somewhere. But just as his uncle again opened his mouth there was a knock on the door.
Harry heard the door open and slam against the wall in his uncle's haste to get rid of the person. A strange strangled gasp came from the door and Harry cautiously stepped into the hall way about to escape to his room. And there standing in front of him was the strangest thing he had ever seen.
Obviously not one wizard in the entire wizarding world had a sense of muggle fashion. Cause if they did Mcgonagall would not be in front of him wearing a purple hoop skirt with a white shirt and grey vest.
AN: Yes, I know the ending has been used before but I assure you the next chapter shouldn't be like the others. Expect it in 2 days to a week. Depends on you! You the reviewers cause I already have the next 6 chapters written. *winks* Oh and that box down there, isn't just for decoration.
This is dedicated to my friend. Ms. Prongs, without her you would never see this and it would be lost somewhere in my computer for no one to ever see again.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of this. Harry Potter and the Nintendo GameCube do not belong to me. I don't own them just borrowing. No suing.
Harry Potter and the Unexpected Answers
By Wyltk
Harry was standing at the sink pealing potatoes for potato soup. He wasn't really paying attention to anything around him. Just staring at the potato's dully.
He had been like this for a week. Looking straight ahead of him and ignoring everyone around him. He would have been like this before but he hadn't wanted his friends to worry. No doubt Hermione had already taken out every book she could find on Death Eaters, Voldemort, and fighting the dark arts. And Ron was sure to be busy. Dumbledore had taken the offer up about help from the Weasleys. Anyways they shouldn't be bothered by his problems.
They weren't to bad anyways just dreams and guilt. Nothing that could really hurt anybody that is as long as they didn't know. He realized blankly that he had finished the potatoes and put them in the pan of water. His aunt and uncle had been giving him more and more chores but he really didn't care it was better that way. It got his mind off of everything.
He had taken to doing even more then he was told. He found if he kept himself busy he didn't have to think. So he dove into his work with a single-mindedness that would put Sherlock Holmes to shame. He had cleaned the house from top to bottom at least 4 times in the last week. Along with the other chores the Dursleys had given him.
He was getting tired though. He had only gotten about 6 hours of sleep the entire time. He didn't want to sleep it hurt too much when he woke up. He had been dreaming of his parent's death since he had first seen a dementer, before that if you counted the random flashes of green, and just when he had been getting rid of those dreams Voldemort had kidnapped him from the Triwizard Tournament. Every time he slept he would see one of the two scenes and wake up screaming.
Not that it mattered. His uncle didn't like it much when he was woken but usually he could stop the scream before it had a chance to wake him. When he was at Hogwarts he would steal a dreamless sleep potion until he had finished making his own. He had always replaced whatever he used though. He was just lucky it only took one special ingredient which he could easily find in the Forbidden Forest. Sometimes if he didn't feel like being a thief he would use a silencing charm though that didn't help him much.
Luckily he had been smart enough this year to take a little of the dreamless sleep potion with him. He was saving it for August 31, the day before Hogwarts, so he would look well rested. Harry jerked out of the thoughts to realize he had finished the soup and had scrubbed both the dinning room and kitchen floors. Sighing he got a bowl of the soup for himself hurriedly ate it and rinsed the bowl out. Drying it he put it back in the cabinet as if it had never been used. Grabbing some carrots for Hedwig he started towards his room just shutting the door as the Dursley's drove up.
Dudley had a friend coming over from Smeltings and as he had never met Harry before the Dursleys had told him if he made one noise he would be locked in the cupboard under the stair the rest of the summer.
Pulling out his homework he realized out of all the homework he had taken home he only had his History of Magic essay to do. He had just started to write when he heard the door next to his slam and his cousin's Nintendo Gamecube turn on. The music blasted painfully through the thin walls of his bedroom. 'I guess I'm not going to finish my essay tonight after all.'
~3 weeks later~
Harry woke up screaming. He bolted upright looking at the sunlight streaming into his room. Shaking off the dream he quickly woke all the way up. He was going to be in trouble. He had forgotten to do the dishes last night.
Sighing he crept down the stair as quietly as he could and had almost reached his seat when he was yanked roughly by the ear into the next room. His uncle was yelling at him and he automatically backed away from him. Though he had never been actually hurt by his uncle he still scared him.
He backed up faster as his uncle advanced and he tripped over Dudley's skateboard and started to fall. He reached out trying to grab something but he missed it and his head hit the corner of the coffee table. He knew his uncle hadn't noticed him hitting his head, he had only seen the fall. So he stood up straight ready to face being locked into a room somewhere. But just as his uncle again opened his mouth there was a knock on the door.
Harry heard the door open and slam against the wall in his uncle's haste to get rid of the person. A strange strangled gasp came from the door and Harry cautiously stepped into the hall way about to escape to his room. And there standing in front of him was the strangest thing he had ever seen.
Obviously not one wizard in the entire wizarding world had a sense of muggle fashion. Cause if they did Mcgonagall would not be in front of him wearing a purple hoop skirt with a white shirt and grey vest.
AN: Yes, I know the ending has been used before but I assure you the next chapter shouldn't be like the others. Expect it in 2 days to a week. Depends on you! You the reviewers cause I already have the next 6 chapters written. *winks* Oh and that box down there, isn't just for decoration.