When Harry Potter was looking to see if he had done all of his homework for
his classes for the year coming, he looked through all of his papers and
laughed. He was acting like Hermoine. Being all hyped up about homework and
schoolwork. For the past three years he had befriended two great best
friends, Ron and Hermoine. Although at times they are very different but
yet there heart was both in the same place. Even through all they have been
through with each other, he couldn't even begin to describe what their
friendship meant to him.
On top of it all, when he's not with them at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry, he stuck with his aunt, uncle and their bratty son, Dudley. Him and Dudley never got along, as far as Harry can remember Dudley had tried a number of ways of trying to get Harry in trouble and they worked. His aunt or uncle and Dudley were always punishing Harry unfortunately and Dudley, being the pain in Harry's ass ever since the son of a bitch could talk, got away with everything. Harry's aunt and uncle of course never understood Harry, partially because Harry wasn't your normal 13-year-old boy. For one thing he dreaded summer holidays and he was a wizard. Not many normal 13-year-old boys attended a school of witchcraft and wizardry.
"Too bad I couldn't live with my godfather," Harry muttered putting his books from school under a loose wooden cardboard underneath his bed. "Maybe he could get me away from Muggles, well at least my aunt and uncle. Especially because they've been giving so much shit about talking about my school." He sighed.
He thought of last year and finding out about his godfather and it made Harry furious that he was still on the run from the Ministry even though he's innocent. He remembered the events in the shack that was made for Lupin's purpose when he turned into a werewolf every time there was a full moon. Thinking of Lupin made Harry think for a little while. He hasn't heard word from Lupin since he resigned last year because Snape accidentally blurted out that Lupin was a werewolf during breakfast. That fucking prick wanted the job so bad that he had to get rid of the best teacher in that class since I've been going to that school, Harry thought to himself.
Harry and Snape never liked each other. Snape had a grudge against Harry because of Harry's father. Snape actually held a grudge on almost everything, so it seems, in his life.
He was too busy thinking to realize that there was an owl flying near his window and was trying to get in. Harry thinking that this was odd looked at the bird. He slowly walked to the window then opened it; the owl flew in and dropped two letters on Harry's floor. Harry walked over to pick up the letters from the floor. One reason he thought that this was odd was because his birthday was yesterday and also because he doesn't usually get letters after his birthday. Then he remembered that out of all letters that he received on his birthday that he didn't get one form Hogswarts, which he usually did. Maybe it was delayed, Harry thought to himself. He opened one of them up and the writing looked familiar. It concluded the directions for his fourth year at Hogswarts. Then he picked up the other letter that came with it and read it.
He didn't really understand it. He read: Hogwarts is combining schools with Aviar… School of Sorcery and Mystic Ways… for safety precautions. He wondered what was a school of Sorcery was and why Hogwartswas taking safety precautions. He hoped that this had nothing to do with him, or at least that these new safety precautions allowed him to go outside the castle. Harry sat there and rubbed the owl's back. It closed its eyes, which is a signal that he loved this very much. Still rubbing the owl's back, Harry sat there in thought. He was mainly thinking about why Dumbledore, in the first place, had to warn the parents and students about this change now before the school year even started. The school didn't sound dangerous, but then again how much did he really know about the world of magic?
He stopped rubbing the owl and went to the window. And when he stood in front of the window, the owl, it, looked eager to leave, for some odd reason so Harry opened the window. It flew out the window almost immediately. When the owl left Harry closed the window and looked to see what time it was. Harry not know what came over him suddenly felt very weary and swayed, back and forth from where he was standing. He walked over to his bed and collapsed on it Trying not to fall asleep with his glasses on, he made an effort to take off his glasses and placed them on the night stand next to his bed.
Through the whole night, Harry experienced an undisturbed, peaceful sleep. Suddenly Harry began to toss and turn and was set into an uneasy dream.
In his dream, Harry found himself surrounded by nothing but a total blackness. He thought he could hear whispers of shrill voices speaking in a distance. It took a few minutes before he could understand what they were saying.
"Old friends will drift and new ones will come," one voice said.
"Peace will fail and Violence will succeed," another said.
"Love cripple and hatred strengthens those who chose to follow their own ways," a third voice said.
Then hideous laughter filled the darkness with their evil voices. The dream drifted away and Harry suddenly awoken from his sleep in an alarming way sat up and was sweating and breathing heavily while clutching his chest. He grabbed his glasses from the nightstand with his shaking hands. What was that all about? Harry pondered the rest of the night on this question.
When he finally fell asleep, once more during the night, wind seeped into Harry's room. Along with the wind, sparks of fire and a combination of water wavered in the air. Harry was still asleep when that all too familiar laughter filled the air in Harry's room.
One voice could be heard talking to another. One said," do you think he knows? I mean about the meaning of that dream?"
Another voice answered," It will only be a matter of time now that he will, whether he likes it or not."
On top of it all, when he's not with them at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry, he stuck with his aunt, uncle and their bratty son, Dudley. Him and Dudley never got along, as far as Harry can remember Dudley had tried a number of ways of trying to get Harry in trouble and they worked. His aunt or uncle and Dudley were always punishing Harry unfortunately and Dudley, being the pain in Harry's ass ever since the son of a bitch could talk, got away with everything. Harry's aunt and uncle of course never understood Harry, partially because Harry wasn't your normal 13-year-old boy. For one thing he dreaded summer holidays and he was a wizard. Not many normal 13-year-old boys attended a school of witchcraft and wizardry.
"Too bad I couldn't live with my godfather," Harry muttered putting his books from school under a loose wooden cardboard underneath his bed. "Maybe he could get me away from Muggles, well at least my aunt and uncle. Especially because they've been giving so much shit about talking about my school." He sighed.
He thought of last year and finding out about his godfather and it made Harry furious that he was still on the run from the Ministry even though he's innocent. He remembered the events in the shack that was made for Lupin's purpose when he turned into a werewolf every time there was a full moon. Thinking of Lupin made Harry think for a little while. He hasn't heard word from Lupin since he resigned last year because Snape accidentally blurted out that Lupin was a werewolf during breakfast. That fucking prick wanted the job so bad that he had to get rid of the best teacher in that class since I've been going to that school, Harry thought to himself.
Harry and Snape never liked each other. Snape had a grudge against Harry because of Harry's father. Snape actually held a grudge on almost everything, so it seems, in his life.
He was too busy thinking to realize that there was an owl flying near his window and was trying to get in. Harry thinking that this was odd looked at the bird. He slowly walked to the window then opened it; the owl flew in and dropped two letters on Harry's floor. Harry walked over to pick up the letters from the floor. One reason he thought that this was odd was because his birthday was yesterday and also because he doesn't usually get letters after his birthday. Then he remembered that out of all letters that he received on his birthday that he didn't get one form Hogswarts, which he usually did. Maybe it was delayed, Harry thought to himself. He opened one of them up and the writing looked familiar. It concluded the directions for his fourth year at Hogswarts. Then he picked up the other letter that came with it and read it.
He didn't really understand it. He read: Hogwarts is combining schools with Aviar… School of Sorcery and Mystic Ways… for safety precautions. He wondered what was a school of Sorcery was and why Hogwartswas taking safety precautions. He hoped that this had nothing to do with him, or at least that these new safety precautions allowed him to go outside the castle. Harry sat there and rubbed the owl's back. It closed its eyes, which is a signal that he loved this very much. Still rubbing the owl's back, Harry sat there in thought. He was mainly thinking about why Dumbledore, in the first place, had to warn the parents and students about this change now before the school year even started. The school didn't sound dangerous, but then again how much did he really know about the world of magic?
He stopped rubbing the owl and went to the window. And when he stood in front of the window, the owl, it, looked eager to leave, for some odd reason so Harry opened the window. It flew out the window almost immediately. When the owl left Harry closed the window and looked to see what time it was. Harry not know what came over him suddenly felt very weary and swayed, back and forth from where he was standing. He walked over to his bed and collapsed on it Trying not to fall asleep with his glasses on, he made an effort to take off his glasses and placed them on the night stand next to his bed.
Through the whole night, Harry experienced an undisturbed, peaceful sleep. Suddenly Harry began to toss and turn and was set into an uneasy dream.
In his dream, Harry found himself surrounded by nothing but a total blackness. He thought he could hear whispers of shrill voices speaking in a distance. It took a few minutes before he could understand what they were saying.
"Old friends will drift and new ones will come," one voice said.
"Peace will fail and Violence will succeed," another said.
"Love cripple and hatred strengthens those who chose to follow their own ways," a third voice said.
Then hideous laughter filled the darkness with their evil voices. The dream drifted away and Harry suddenly awoken from his sleep in an alarming way sat up and was sweating and breathing heavily while clutching his chest. He grabbed his glasses from the nightstand with his shaking hands. What was that all about? Harry pondered the rest of the night on this question.
When he finally fell asleep, once more during the night, wind seeped into Harry's room. Along with the wind, sparks of fire and a combination of water wavered in the air. Harry was still asleep when that all too familiar laughter filled the air in Harry's room.
One voice could be heard talking to another. One said," do you think he knows? I mean about the meaning of that dream?"
Another voice answered," It will only be a matter of time now that he will, whether he likes it or not."