Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I would like to own Lupin.
Author Note: This was my first fan fiction story on this site. I decided to keep it going for a while, so I would appreciate reviews and advice. Thank you.
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Harry secretly sat up on his bed, finishing the last of the Potions homework- the only class he knew he wouldn't look forward to at Hogwarts. He never liked Snape, and Snape hated him. It seemed only natural they avoided each other. He began pulling his books shut and hiding his papers when the "THUMP!" of Dudley startled him. The diet hadn't worked...
It would be two months before the school year began, and Harry was counting down the days. Climbing down the stairs this morning, Harry spotted Dudley waddling towards the kitchen. The sight of Dudley was very disturbing: he had, amazingly, stopped growing. However, his blond hair was slicked back in a smug-like way, clenching a fist which would surely be used later for hunting down a punching bag by the name of Harry.
Harry turned quickly to grab a piece of buttered toast before heading back to his room. He wondered when he was going to be staying with the Ron, who had sent him an owl a few days before. At least he would be able to ride his broom instead locking it away in the cupboard. The idea of flying again brought a smile to his face.
In his room, Harry strokes Hedwig- his white owl. It had been a gift from Hagrid. What DID Dumbledore wanted Hagrid to do anyway? Harry thought, but shrugged, biting into his toast. His birthday was tomorrow, so maybe he would get a word from Hagrid. He sighed quietly, eyeing the stairs where below the broom was hidden.
He couldn't wait to fly again...
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The following day...
Sirus kept pacing in his hideout: had Lupin received his letter? He sat down again, worried. He wanted to write Harry, but something had stopped him. He huddled close to his made-fire when a shadow appeared at the opening. Coldness swept past him as he got to his feet, grabbing his wand.
The figure which had now over-taken the light within the cave let out a cold, shrilled laugh.
Then, Sirus screamed..
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Harry awoke suddenly from his sleep, drenched in sweat: he had another nightmare. Sitting up, he reached for his glasses along the table beside him, trying to remember the strange dream. It was a dark place: probably some sort of cave. He shuddered, remembering a scream coming from far away. Had that been in his dream too? He listened intently, but only heard the snores of Dudley in the next room. Closing his eyes again, he tried to think..
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To Be Continued.
A/N: Please review. Thank you for reading it.
Author Note: This was my first fan fiction story on this site. I decided to keep it going for a while, so I would appreciate reviews and advice. Thank you.
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Harry secretly sat up on his bed, finishing the last of the Potions homework- the only class he knew he wouldn't look forward to at Hogwarts. He never liked Snape, and Snape hated him. It seemed only natural they avoided each other. He began pulling his books shut and hiding his papers when the "THUMP!" of Dudley startled him. The diet hadn't worked...
It would be two months before the school year began, and Harry was counting down the days. Climbing down the stairs this morning, Harry spotted Dudley waddling towards the kitchen. The sight of Dudley was very disturbing: he had, amazingly, stopped growing. However, his blond hair was slicked back in a smug-like way, clenching a fist which would surely be used later for hunting down a punching bag by the name of Harry.
Harry turned quickly to grab a piece of buttered toast before heading back to his room. He wondered when he was going to be staying with the Ron, who had sent him an owl a few days before. At least he would be able to ride his broom instead locking it away in the cupboard. The idea of flying again brought a smile to his face.
In his room, Harry strokes Hedwig- his white owl. It had been a gift from Hagrid. What DID Dumbledore wanted Hagrid to do anyway? Harry thought, but shrugged, biting into his toast. His birthday was tomorrow, so maybe he would get a word from Hagrid. He sighed quietly, eyeing the stairs where below the broom was hidden.
He couldn't wait to fly again...
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The following day...
Sirus kept pacing in his hideout: had Lupin received his letter? He sat down again, worried. He wanted to write Harry, but something had stopped him. He huddled close to his made-fire when a shadow appeared at the opening. Coldness swept past him as he got to his feet, grabbing his wand.
The figure which had now over-taken the light within the cave let out a cold, shrilled laugh.
Then, Sirus screamed..
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Harry awoke suddenly from his sleep, drenched in sweat: he had another nightmare. Sitting up, he reached for his glasses along the table beside him, trying to remember the strange dream. It was a dark place: probably some sort of cave. He shuddered, remembering a scream coming from far away. Had that been in his dream too? He listened intently, but only heard the snores of Dudley in the next room. Closing his eyes again, he tried to think..
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To Be Continued.
A/N: Please review. Thank you for reading it.