ONE- The Noises In the Wall
Harry was a normal boy just like his cousin Dudley. Normal as possible anyway. There where only two things different from him and his cousin: one- -Dudley was fat while harry was skinny; two--Harry was what was known as a wizard. He was starting his 6th year very shortly.
Yet Dudley was already starting his first day of school tomorrow. A school with mean and rotten little boys and girls.
There was no chance for Harry ever to be what the Dursley's called a "perfect boy". But he no longer cared. All he cared about was his school and his friends, Ron and Hermione. But Uncle Vern and Aunt Petunia didn't care anything about his world. All they knew was that they where "stuck" with Harry for the rest of his life. Which did not please them.
As Dudley sat in the kitchen eating away on a chocolate candy bar, Harry longed to see his friend Ron. He wondered what he could possibly be doing right now. Probably something much better than watching Dudley eat yet another candy bar. But that wouldn't matter. He would be at school in less than a week. And he could forget all about the Dursley's. At least until next summer, that is.
Something always happened to Harry and his friends at the Hogwarts School. He didn't understand why and perhaps he never would, but this year he had decided that was not going to happen. He was going to have fun learning and have fun with his school friend Hagrid. Hagrid was a good friend to Harry and his friends. He was soon to stop by to go shopping to get school supplies for the up coming year, and meet Hermoine and Ron at the End of the Hill. End of the Hill was a great ice cream store even Hagrid liked.
Harry couldn't wait until Tuesday to see his friends. It was only Sunday now. He still had yet another day to wait. And then, Thursday was the day he was to start school again. Harry and Hermoine were invited to stay at Ron's house until Thursday. He could taste the ice cream and Mrs. Weasley's home cooking already.
Just as Dudley was licking his fingers, Uncle Vern came walking thought the kitchen from another day of work. It gave Harry enough time to gather his thoughts at that moment. Aunt Petunia greeted him with a kiss. As Harry left the kitchen to go to his room until dinner, Dudley followed after him to go to his own room at the end of the hall. Probably to eat yet another candy bar, thought Harry. Harry chuckled at the thought.
As he laid on his bed staring at the ceiling he heard Hedwig jumping around wanting to let out. If only I could let her out, he thought. But he soon shut that thought out of his mind. He knew his aunt and uncle would never approve of that. "Oh well," he spoke out loud to no one in particular. "She'll be let out in a couple days."
He started to reach for a book, one that Hermione had sent him for his 14th birthday. He liked it very much, and in fact he was almost done with the book. But Harry then heard his Uncle in the next room fussing over something. He didn't get a chance to see what he was yelling about because at that moment he heard at small voice call out to him. "H-a-r-r-y... H-a- r-r-y," it called. The more he listened the louder the voice became and the closer too.
He grew very suspicious when he thought he saw was a hand going halfway though the wall. Was someone in the wizard world trying to break into the Dursley's house, he wondered?
There, he had seen it again only this time there was a second hand. By then the voices had stopped. Harry looked at the clock that pointed to 7:04. He had been in his room for only 10 minutes. Then he suddenly realized that the noises and the hands had stopped.
Harry tried to forget about the noise and the hands while he was at dinner, but for some reason, he just couldn't. Uncle Vern would make Harry get up several times to get things he needed. Harry watched Dudley eat and eat until even Harry began to feel full for Dudley. He tried to eat but wasn't hungry much. Finally, Dudley asked, "You going to eat that?" as he pointed to a piece of small chicken.
"No," replied Harry and gave it to him. Dudley ate it as if he hadn't eaten in years.
After what seemed like forever, Harry sneaked up to his bedroom. His hands ached after doing so many dishes and washing the kitchen floor. As he walked up the stairs, Harry thought to himself, "I wonder if this had anything to do with Voldemort?" A shiver went down Harry's spine at the thought.
He reached his bedroom and got directly into bed and pulled the covers up over him and fell fast asleep.
Harry was a normal boy just like his cousin Dudley. Normal as possible anyway. There where only two things different from him and his cousin: one- -Dudley was fat while harry was skinny; two--Harry was what was known as a wizard. He was starting his 6th year very shortly.
Yet Dudley was already starting his first day of school tomorrow. A school with mean and rotten little boys and girls.
There was no chance for Harry ever to be what the Dursley's called a "perfect boy". But he no longer cared. All he cared about was his school and his friends, Ron and Hermione. But Uncle Vern and Aunt Petunia didn't care anything about his world. All they knew was that they where "stuck" with Harry for the rest of his life. Which did not please them.
As Dudley sat in the kitchen eating away on a chocolate candy bar, Harry longed to see his friend Ron. He wondered what he could possibly be doing right now. Probably something much better than watching Dudley eat yet another candy bar. But that wouldn't matter. He would be at school in less than a week. And he could forget all about the Dursley's. At least until next summer, that is.
Something always happened to Harry and his friends at the Hogwarts School. He didn't understand why and perhaps he never would, but this year he had decided that was not going to happen. He was going to have fun learning and have fun with his school friend Hagrid. Hagrid was a good friend to Harry and his friends. He was soon to stop by to go shopping to get school supplies for the up coming year, and meet Hermoine and Ron at the End of the Hill. End of the Hill was a great ice cream store even Hagrid liked.
Harry couldn't wait until Tuesday to see his friends. It was only Sunday now. He still had yet another day to wait. And then, Thursday was the day he was to start school again. Harry and Hermoine were invited to stay at Ron's house until Thursday. He could taste the ice cream and Mrs. Weasley's home cooking already.
Just as Dudley was licking his fingers, Uncle Vern came walking thought the kitchen from another day of work. It gave Harry enough time to gather his thoughts at that moment. Aunt Petunia greeted him with a kiss. As Harry left the kitchen to go to his room until dinner, Dudley followed after him to go to his own room at the end of the hall. Probably to eat yet another candy bar, thought Harry. Harry chuckled at the thought.
As he laid on his bed staring at the ceiling he heard Hedwig jumping around wanting to let out. If only I could let her out, he thought. But he soon shut that thought out of his mind. He knew his aunt and uncle would never approve of that. "Oh well," he spoke out loud to no one in particular. "She'll be let out in a couple days."
He started to reach for a book, one that Hermione had sent him for his 14th birthday. He liked it very much, and in fact he was almost done with the book. But Harry then heard his Uncle in the next room fussing over something. He didn't get a chance to see what he was yelling about because at that moment he heard at small voice call out to him. "H-a-r-r-y... H-a- r-r-y," it called. The more he listened the louder the voice became and the closer too.
He grew very suspicious when he thought he saw was a hand going halfway though the wall. Was someone in the wizard world trying to break into the Dursley's house, he wondered?
There, he had seen it again only this time there was a second hand. By then the voices had stopped. Harry looked at the clock that pointed to 7:04. He had been in his room for only 10 minutes. Then he suddenly realized that the noises and the hands had stopped.
Harry tried to forget about the noise and the hands while he was at dinner, but for some reason, he just couldn't. Uncle Vern would make Harry get up several times to get things he needed. Harry watched Dudley eat and eat until even Harry began to feel full for Dudley. He tried to eat but wasn't hungry much. Finally, Dudley asked, "You going to eat that?" as he pointed to a piece of small chicken.
"No," replied Harry and gave it to him. Dudley ate it as if he hadn't eaten in years.
After what seemed like forever, Harry sneaked up to his bedroom. His hands ached after doing so many dishes and washing the kitchen floor. As he walked up the stairs, Harry thought to himself, "I wonder if this had anything to do with Voldemort?" A shiver went down Harry's spine at the thought.
He reached his bedroom and got directly into bed and pulled the covers up over him and fell fast asleep.
