A/N: Okay, this is my first story on this pen name, so give me a
break. It's really boring at first, but I promise you, it'll get really
exciting later. Thanks for reading and reviewing.
A Nameless Rose
Chapter One: The Birthday of Horror
One day, Harry was sitting by the window in his bedroom in his new house with Sirius Black, his godfather. It was a gloomy, rainy day and the sun was hiding behind the milky gray clouds covering the heavens. The green vegetation was now almost brown from the mud swirling and splashing everywhere from the heavy raindrops falling against it. To Harry, this was paradise.
Harry was about to start seventh year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Only the year before, Sirius' name was cleared and he became Professor Black. He was now Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, and the only teacher to keep that job for two years in the running.
Today was Harry's birthday, and Sirius promised he'd be back on this day by nightfall. He had been gone since the twenty-eighth on Hogwarts business. Harry tried to ask Sirius what he'd be doing, but he couldn't get a tone out of him. All Sirius said was, "It's a dangerous Hogwarts, Harry. Don't go out looking for me, or you just might get hurt."
Harry saw three, no, four owls flying in the distance. He opened his window and the four drenched owls zoomed into his room and flopped on the bed. He recognized three out of the four. He didn't recognize a tawny owl with a package attached to it. One was his daily mailowl delivering the Daily Prophet, which Harry untied the paper from his leg, put it aside, dropped two sickles in the bird's pouch, and let it go off.
The second one was from Ron. Harry didn't know how poor little Pig made it through the heavy rain with a parcel and a letter attached to it, but it did. Harry unloaded the miniature owl and let it rest in Hedwig's cage. He first opened the letter. It said:
*Dear Harry,
I hope all is well with you. Ever since dad got the promotion, we've been able to do things we couldn't afford on doing for two decades. I like how it's like to be rich. Anyways, I got this present for you with my very own money, as I now have a job as a clerk in Weasleys' Joke Shop. Boy, are Fred and George making lots of money on it. I wish I was also part of the Wizard Wheezes, but I'm just a clerk.
Hermione and I are meeting in Diagon Alley on the thirty-first of August. Hope you can come, too. Enjoy your gift. The family sends their love, especially Ginny; she dying to see you.
Ron*
Harry tore open the parcel given to him by Ron. Inside were all of the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes items you can think of, like Lip-Enlarging Bubble Gum, Canary Creams, fake wands, Ton-Tongue Toffee, Pink Pig Strudels, and other cool things.
Harry turned to the other side of Ron letter and wrote back to him:
*Thanks a lot for the gift. It's great! I'll be sure to send some Pink Pig Strudels to Dudley in Surrey, like he's not one already. I'll be in Diagon Alley in a month.
Harry*
Harry folded up the letter, and sent it off with Pig, hoping that the owl could make it through the storm. Harry hoped the owl had enough to eat, or Ron could murder him if little Pig would die in the rain.
The next owl was Hedwig, and he knew that it was from Hagrid, because a few days ago, Harry sent Hagrid a letter, and Hagrid used Hedwig to send him his gift. There was only a letter attached to Hedwig, no parcel, no nothing.
The letter said:
*Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! Hope you're great, and hope all is well with you about being home alone. I'm sorry I couldn't give you the gift now, but it's way too heavy for your owl to carry. I'll just give it to you the first day of Hogwarts.
Have a great rest-of-the summer.
Hagrid*
He gave a smile and put the letter away, and put Hedwig in her cage for a rest. The fourth owl had a package and a letter attached to it. Harry ripped open the letter. It was from Hermione. It said:
*Harry,
I am in America at the moment and I can't really talk right now. Mother and father are taking me to see the Mount Rushmore. We have to catch our plane to go there because we are in New York. Hope you enjoy the gift.
Hermione
P.S. Do you like my new owl?*
Inside the package were mementos of the sites in the United States. There were key chains, postcards, glass balls, and other things. Hermione's gift made Harry want to go to America also. Maybe he could go someday, with Sirius. Harry wrote back:
*Thanks, Herms. I love your gift. Next time, take me with you on your trips. Cool owl. Love, Harry*
Harry then sent the brown owl off into the grey skies. Harry put all of his gifts away and relaxed on his bed and picked up the Daily Prophet. The front page caught his eye. He decided to read the article.
*Menace at Hogwarts
Just this morning, an unknown murder somehow broke into Hogwarts and committed a crime. There were two people in the building at the time, Professor McGonagall and Professor Black. Professor McGonagall's body was found in the secret compartment in the third floor corridor and Professor Black is still missing. We don't know if he is alive or dead. What we do know is that the killer is now after seventeen year old Harry Potter, who was staying with Professor Black, because next to Professor McGonagall's dead body was a letter saying, "I'll get you, Harry Potter." The Ministry is still deciding where Potter should stay now.*
Harry face was covered in tears. Inside him was a mixed feeling of sorrow and anger. But a little bit of him showed courage, and with that courage, he rummaged through his closet and found his Firebolt. Then, Harry went off into the storm in the dark on his broomstick. Destination: Hogwarts.
A/N: I hope you liked the first chapter. I told you it would be a little slow and boring. But trust me, the next chapters will be full of action and adventure. Please review and be sure to read the next chapters when they are posted.
A Nameless Rose
Chapter One: The Birthday of Horror
One day, Harry was sitting by the window in his bedroom in his new house with Sirius Black, his godfather. It was a gloomy, rainy day and the sun was hiding behind the milky gray clouds covering the heavens. The green vegetation was now almost brown from the mud swirling and splashing everywhere from the heavy raindrops falling against it. To Harry, this was paradise.
Harry was about to start seventh year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Only the year before, Sirius' name was cleared and he became Professor Black. He was now Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, and the only teacher to keep that job for two years in the running.
Today was Harry's birthday, and Sirius promised he'd be back on this day by nightfall. He had been gone since the twenty-eighth on Hogwarts business. Harry tried to ask Sirius what he'd be doing, but he couldn't get a tone out of him. All Sirius said was, "It's a dangerous Hogwarts, Harry. Don't go out looking for me, or you just might get hurt."
Harry saw three, no, four owls flying in the distance. He opened his window and the four drenched owls zoomed into his room and flopped on the bed. He recognized three out of the four. He didn't recognize a tawny owl with a package attached to it. One was his daily mailowl delivering the Daily Prophet, which Harry untied the paper from his leg, put it aside, dropped two sickles in the bird's pouch, and let it go off.
The second one was from Ron. Harry didn't know how poor little Pig made it through the heavy rain with a parcel and a letter attached to it, but it did. Harry unloaded the miniature owl and let it rest in Hedwig's cage. He first opened the letter. It said:
*Dear Harry,
I hope all is well with you. Ever since dad got the promotion, we've been able to do things we couldn't afford on doing for two decades. I like how it's like to be rich. Anyways, I got this present for you with my very own money, as I now have a job as a clerk in Weasleys' Joke Shop. Boy, are Fred and George making lots of money on it. I wish I was also part of the Wizard Wheezes, but I'm just a clerk.
Hermione and I are meeting in Diagon Alley on the thirty-first of August. Hope you can come, too. Enjoy your gift. The family sends their love, especially Ginny; she dying to see you.
Ron*
Harry tore open the parcel given to him by Ron. Inside were all of the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes items you can think of, like Lip-Enlarging Bubble Gum, Canary Creams, fake wands, Ton-Tongue Toffee, Pink Pig Strudels, and other cool things.
Harry turned to the other side of Ron letter and wrote back to him:
*Thanks a lot for the gift. It's great! I'll be sure to send some Pink Pig Strudels to Dudley in Surrey, like he's not one already. I'll be in Diagon Alley in a month.
Harry*
Harry folded up the letter, and sent it off with Pig, hoping that the owl could make it through the storm. Harry hoped the owl had enough to eat, or Ron could murder him if little Pig would die in the rain.
The next owl was Hedwig, and he knew that it was from Hagrid, because a few days ago, Harry sent Hagrid a letter, and Hagrid used Hedwig to send him his gift. There was only a letter attached to Hedwig, no parcel, no nothing.
The letter said:
*Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! Hope you're great, and hope all is well with you about being home alone. I'm sorry I couldn't give you the gift now, but it's way too heavy for your owl to carry. I'll just give it to you the first day of Hogwarts.
Have a great rest-of-the summer.
Hagrid*
He gave a smile and put the letter away, and put Hedwig in her cage for a rest. The fourth owl had a package and a letter attached to it. Harry ripped open the letter. It was from Hermione. It said:
*Harry,
I am in America at the moment and I can't really talk right now. Mother and father are taking me to see the Mount Rushmore. We have to catch our plane to go there because we are in New York. Hope you enjoy the gift.
Hermione
P.S. Do you like my new owl?*
Inside the package were mementos of the sites in the United States. There were key chains, postcards, glass balls, and other things. Hermione's gift made Harry want to go to America also. Maybe he could go someday, with Sirius. Harry wrote back:
*Thanks, Herms. I love your gift. Next time, take me with you on your trips. Cool owl. Love, Harry*
Harry then sent the brown owl off into the grey skies. Harry put all of his gifts away and relaxed on his bed and picked up the Daily Prophet. The front page caught his eye. He decided to read the article.
*Menace at Hogwarts
Just this morning, an unknown murder somehow broke into Hogwarts and committed a crime. There were two people in the building at the time, Professor McGonagall and Professor Black. Professor McGonagall's body was found in the secret compartment in the third floor corridor and Professor Black is still missing. We don't know if he is alive or dead. What we do know is that the killer is now after seventeen year old Harry Potter, who was staying with Professor Black, because next to Professor McGonagall's dead body was a letter saying, "I'll get you, Harry Potter." The Ministry is still deciding where Potter should stay now.*
Harry face was covered in tears. Inside him was a mixed feeling of sorrow and anger. But a little bit of him showed courage, and with that courage, he rummaged through his closet and found his Firebolt. Then, Harry went off into the storm in the dark on his broomstick. Destination: Hogwarts.
A/N: I hope you liked the first chapter. I told you it would be a little slow and boring. But trust me, the next chapters will be full of action and adventure. Please review and be sure to read the next chapters when they are posted.