Beyond the Darkness - Chapter One
by CJ Rainsong.
A/N: This is my very first Harry Potter fanfic, and I can't wait to get started. In this story, Peter Pettigrew is captured, and Sirius has a chance at freedom. If you're a MWPP fan like I am, you'll probably enjoy this story. It's set during the summer before Harry's 5th year at Hogwarts. Please Read & Review!
Oh, and by the way. Harry Potter and all of the related characters are copyright of
the amazing JK Rowling (Nice episode of Biography, btw!) Warner Bros, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, and Raincoast respectively.
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Harry lay awake in his bed, unable to sleep. He stared blankly out the window at Privet Drive, the street lamps casting a thin ray of light on the glossy pavement. It had been raining all week, depriving Harry of an opportunity to sit outside and read. Now there was no chance of escaping the Dursleys even for a brief hour, and he was miserable.
The summer had been hard enough - Dumbledore had sent the Dursleys a letter concerning the events of last year's Triwizard Tournament. And since the Dursleys relished in hearing other people talk of Harry's failures, they were horrified and somewhat disappointed to be sent a letter describing his `great acts of heroism'.
Harry rolled over to glance at the clock positioned in the corner. It read 1:27. He turned back to face the window, still staring out at the street. Unsure of what he was waiting for, he closed his eyes, and resolved to try to get some sleep. But only moments later, he was jolted out of his sleep attempts by a steady tapping noise at the window.
He glanced over, and saw a large speckled owl fluttering outside. He rushed over and opened the window, allowing the owl to fly inside and sit down on a nightstand. He walked over to where it was perched and untied the letter strapped to its leg. `Funny, I don't recognize this one' Harry thought as the opened the envelope carefully. A piece of neatly-written parchment fell out, and Harry almost toppled backwards as he read what was written.
Dear Harry,
Sorry you haven't heard from me in so long. I've been horribly busy,
especially now that I am once again unemployed. Luckily, Dumbledore has
been in touch, and has informed me of a position I might be able to take that
would be well-paying indeed. And no, sorry, its not the Defense Against the
Dark Arts job.
As you may already know, Sirius has been living with me, and besides eating disgusting combinations of food and asking too many philisophical
questions, he seems to miss speaking with you in person a great deal. So, I
contacted Dumbledore and asked if you could stay with us for the last week in
August, before school starts again. And, against all odds, he said yes.
If you're interested, I've put a pinch of Floo powder in with this letter, and you can arrive anytime tomorrow. If the Dursleys are..opposed to using
Floo powder, contact me and I'm sure we can work out something else.
Hope to see you soon!
-Remus
PS: Sirius doesn't know that you're coming. I thought a pleasant suprise
might force him out of his angst-ridden stupor. Oh, and no need to call me
Professor Lupin anymore. Just Remus is fine. Thanks!
Harry fell back on his bed, trying his hardest to quell the mounting need to shout for joy. He hadn't seen Sirius or Professor Lupin (now `just Remus') in what seemed like ages, and since the days approaching September the first were always unusually tense for the Dursleys, he was more than happy to be leaving. He hurriedly scribbled a response to Remus, tied it back onto the owl, and watched as it flew off.
Harry, now more awake than ever, lay back down. He couldn't wait to see the look on Uncle Vernon's face in the morning.
by CJ Rainsong.
A/N: This is my very first Harry Potter fanfic, and I can't wait to get started. In this story, Peter Pettigrew is captured, and Sirius has a chance at freedom. If you're a MWPP fan like I am, you'll probably enjoy this story. It's set during the summer before Harry's 5th year at Hogwarts. Please Read & Review!
Oh, and by the way. Harry Potter and all of the related characters are copyright of
the amazing JK Rowling (Nice episode of Biography, btw!) Warner Bros, Bloomsbury, Scholastic, and Raincoast respectively.
~~~~
Harry lay awake in his bed, unable to sleep. He stared blankly out the window at Privet Drive, the street lamps casting a thin ray of light on the glossy pavement. It had been raining all week, depriving Harry of an opportunity to sit outside and read. Now there was no chance of escaping the Dursleys even for a brief hour, and he was miserable.
The summer had been hard enough - Dumbledore had sent the Dursleys a letter concerning the events of last year's Triwizard Tournament. And since the Dursleys relished in hearing other people talk of Harry's failures, they were horrified and somewhat disappointed to be sent a letter describing his `great acts of heroism'.
Harry rolled over to glance at the clock positioned in the corner. It read 1:27. He turned back to face the window, still staring out at the street. Unsure of what he was waiting for, he closed his eyes, and resolved to try to get some sleep. But only moments later, he was jolted out of his sleep attempts by a steady tapping noise at the window.
He glanced over, and saw a large speckled owl fluttering outside. He rushed over and opened the window, allowing the owl to fly inside and sit down on a nightstand. He walked over to where it was perched and untied the letter strapped to its leg. `Funny, I don't recognize this one' Harry thought as the opened the envelope carefully. A piece of neatly-written parchment fell out, and Harry almost toppled backwards as he read what was written.
Dear Harry,
Sorry you haven't heard from me in so long. I've been horribly busy,
especially now that I am once again unemployed. Luckily, Dumbledore has
been in touch, and has informed me of a position I might be able to take that
would be well-paying indeed. And no, sorry, its not the Defense Against the
Dark Arts job.
As you may already know, Sirius has been living with me, and besides eating disgusting combinations of food and asking too many philisophical
questions, he seems to miss speaking with you in person a great deal. So, I
contacted Dumbledore and asked if you could stay with us for the last week in
August, before school starts again. And, against all odds, he said yes.
If you're interested, I've put a pinch of Floo powder in with this letter, and you can arrive anytime tomorrow. If the Dursleys are..opposed to using
Floo powder, contact me and I'm sure we can work out something else.
Hope to see you soon!
-Remus
PS: Sirius doesn't know that you're coming. I thought a pleasant suprise
might force him out of his angst-ridden stupor. Oh, and no need to call me
Professor Lupin anymore. Just Remus is fine. Thanks!
Harry fell back on his bed, trying his hardest to quell the mounting need to shout for joy. He hadn't seen Sirius or Professor Lupin (now `just Remus') in what seemed like ages, and since the days approaching September the first were always unusually tense for the Dursleys, he was more than happy to be leaving. He hurriedly scribbled a response to Remus, tied it back onto the owl, and watched as it flew off.
Harry, now more awake than ever, lay back down. He couldn't wait to see the look on Uncle Vernon's face in the morning.