Hi everybody! Ü This is my first fanfic, I hope you like it! I know that
it kind of goes nowhere so far, but don't worry, I'll change it, I'll write
more chapters if you R/R!!!!!!
Oh yeah, I don't own any of these characters except for the ones that I made up.
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
Chapter 1 – An Exceptionally Bad Start
Harry woke up to a whispering around him. He kept his eyes shut, trying to remember the dream he had the night before. It was about his parents. He could remember fragments, but they were slipping faster and faster away from him as he fought to grasp them. He opened his eyes, and with a jolt, remembered it was Christmas! He reached over to his night table, collected his glasses pieces, and magicked them back together (Neville had stepped on them last night in search of his toad, Trevor). He stretched his long arms up, yawned, and abruptly realized everyone was staring at him.
"Harry – I – I don't kn-know what h-h-happened," Ron stammered. Harry looked at the foot of his bed. There were bits and pieces of what may have once been wrapping paper, but were now smoldering bits of ash. The sudden smell of burnt rubber hit Harry full in the face. "But…when? Why? Who?" Harry couldn't help but ask. His roommates all shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know. "Oh no…oh no…no, it can't be…" Harry buried his head in his pillow, unable to muffle the sobs coming from him. His roommates glanced uneasily around, and all but Ron gathered their presents and quietly sneaked to the common room. Ron walked timidly over to Harry, tripping on his yellow fuzzy bunny slippers, and kind of sat/crashed onto Harry's bed.
"Harry, I don't know what happened. We all just woke up and saw what you see now. Is – is there anything I could do to help?…" Ron trailed off. Harry replied, "No – no, just go enjoy your Christmas. It wouldn't be fair to let this - " he gestured to his ash pile, " – ruin everyone else's day. Go…GO!" he practically shouted as Ron started to protest. "I can be alone by myself. In fact, I'd rather do that right now. So just leave me alone. Unwrap your presents. Make merry…not that kind of merry though," Harry said as he saw the look on Ron's face. Ron stood up, and looking slightly affronted, gathered his enormous pile of gifts and walked out the door, giving Harry one last sympathetic look.
As soon as Ron was gone, Harry muttered, "Accio key!" and a tiny whirring noise was heard. Harry caught the key easily in his right hand, opened a drawer in the nightstand, and saw…another drawer. He put the key in that drawer's lock and it opened easily. Inside was…another drawer. This went on for quite some time. About 5 minutes later, Harry had finally opened the last drawer, which a crumb may have fit in, but certainly nothing else. Harry glanced around, and muttered another spell under his breath. The drawer slowly began to expand, until it was about the size of a shoebox. Inside it lay a book that had a well-worn brown leather cover with yellowed pages, and a spare quill. Harry picked both of these items up, and opened the book to the date December 25, 1997. He sucked on the end of the acid green quill, placed it on the paper, and it began to write on its own:
Dear Diary,
I guess it went as planned. I managed to make myself actually look like I was crying this time. I must have looked a little pathetic, though – a 6th year prefect, sobbing his eyes out over a few Christmas trinkets? My presents didn't even explode; I just set the wrapping paper on fire after I opened them all. Not too shabby, I guess…I got this quill from Rita Skeeter, who is still trying to repay me back for 4th year, a very nice shield from Sirius (I think it has some sort of enchantment on it, because when I touched it, my hands started glowing an odd sort of blue), and yet another sweater from Mrs. Weasley. At least it isn't maroon.
But I still don't feel very satisfied. I'm not sure why I'm even doing this, it just gives me a joy to destroy things right now. People already look at me, so I'm just giving them something to look at, I guess.
Uh-oh, I hear Ron coming back.
Always,
~ Harry
Harry quickly shut the diary, put it in the drawer, muttered another enchantment, and slammed all the drawers shut as the door opened and Dumbledore strolled in.
Oh yeah, I don't own any of these characters except for the ones that I made up.
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
Chapter 1 – An Exceptionally Bad Start
Harry woke up to a whispering around him. He kept his eyes shut, trying to remember the dream he had the night before. It was about his parents. He could remember fragments, but they were slipping faster and faster away from him as he fought to grasp them. He opened his eyes, and with a jolt, remembered it was Christmas! He reached over to his night table, collected his glasses pieces, and magicked them back together (Neville had stepped on them last night in search of his toad, Trevor). He stretched his long arms up, yawned, and abruptly realized everyone was staring at him.
"Harry – I – I don't kn-know what h-h-happened," Ron stammered. Harry looked at the foot of his bed. There were bits and pieces of what may have once been wrapping paper, but were now smoldering bits of ash. The sudden smell of burnt rubber hit Harry full in the face. "But…when? Why? Who?" Harry couldn't help but ask. His roommates all shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know. "Oh no…oh no…no, it can't be…" Harry buried his head in his pillow, unable to muffle the sobs coming from him. His roommates glanced uneasily around, and all but Ron gathered their presents and quietly sneaked to the common room. Ron walked timidly over to Harry, tripping on his yellow fuzzy bunny slippers, and kind of sat/crashed onto Harry's bed.
"Harry, I don't know what happened. We all just woke up and saw what you see now. Is – is there anything I could do to help?…" Ron trailed off. Harry replied, "No – no, just go enjoy your Christmas. It wouldn't be fair to let this - " he gestured to his ash pile, " – ruin everyone else's day. Go…GO!" he practically shouted as Ron started to protest. "I can be alone by myself. In fact, I'd rather do that right now. So just leave me alone. Unwrap your presents. Make merry…not that kind of merry though," Harry said as he saw the look on Ron's face. Ron stood up, and looking slightly affronted, gathered his enormous pile of gifts and walked out the door, giving Harry one last sympathetic look.
As soon as Ron was gone, Harry muttered, "Accio key!" and a tiny whirring noise was heard. Harry caught the key easily in his right hand, opened a drawer in the nightstand, and saw…another drawer. He put the key in that drawer's lock and it opened easily. Inside was…another drawer. This went on for quite some time. About 5 minutes later, Harry had finally opened the last drawer, which a crumb may have fit in, but certainly nothing else. Harry glanced around, and muttered another spell under his breath. The drawer slowly began to expand, until it was about the size of a shoebox. Inside it lay a book that had a well-worn brown leather cover with yellowed pages, and a spare quill. Harry picked both of these items up, and opened the book to the date December 25, 1997. He sucked on the end of the acid green quill, placed it on the paper, and it began to write on its own:
Dear Diary,
I guess it went as planned. I managed to make myself actually look like I was crying this time. I must have looked a little pathetic, though – a 6th year prefect, sobbing his eyes out over a few Christmas trinkets? My presents didn't even explode; I just set the wrapping paper on fire after I opened them all. Not too shabby, I guess…I got this quill from Rita Skeeter, who is still trying to repay me back for 4th year, a very nice shield from Sirius (I think it has some sort of enchantment on it, because when I touched it, my hands started glowing an odd sort of blue), and yet another sweater from Mrs. Weasley. At least it isn't maroon.
But I still don't feel very satisfied. I'm not sure why I'm even doing this, it just gives me a joy to destroy things right now. People already look at me, so I'm just giving them something to look at, I guess.
Uh-oh, I hear Ron coming back.
Always,
~ Harry
Harry quickly shut the diary, put it in the drawer, muttered another enchantment, and slammed all the drawers shut as the door opened and Dumbledore strolled in.