Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I would like to own Lupin.
Author Note: This is my first fan fiction on this site, so any advice would be appreciated. Right now I'm doing short parts for the story. This is so I can update more often and keep you in suspense for a bit. Aren't I nice? Don't worry, longer ones will come in the future. Also, I re-did this last part a little, since I found something to add to it. (heheheh)
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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 he spotted Dudley and he wished to be back. 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. He had wanted to play punching bag with Harry again.
Harry turned quickly to grab a piece of toast, before heading back to his room. He wondered when he was going to be staying with the Ron. At least he would be able to ride his Firebolt, instead locking it away.
In his room, he strokes Hedwig- his white owl. It had been a gift from Hagrid. What had Dumbledore wanted Hagrid to do anyway? Harry shrugged, biting into his toast. His birthday was tomorrow, so maybe he would get a word from Hagrid. He sighed quietly, eyeing his closet.
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The following day..
Sirus kept pacing in hid 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. Then, he screamed..
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Harry awoke suddenly from his sleep, drenched in sweat: he had another nightmare. He sat up, reaching for his glasses along the table beside him, trying to remember the 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 is my first fan fiction on this site, so any advice would be appreciated. Right now I'm doing short parts for the story. This is so I can update more often and keep you in suspense for a bit. Aren't I nice? Don't worry, longer ones will come in the future. Also, I re-did this last part a little, since I found something to add to it. (heheheh)
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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 he spotted Dudley and he wished to be back. 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. He had wanted to play punching bag with Harry again.
Harry turned quickly to grab a piece of toast, before heading back to his room. He wondered when he was going to be staying with the Ron. At least he would be able to ride his Firebolt, instead locking it away.
In his room, he strokes Hedwig- his white owl. It had been a gift from Hagrid. What had Dumbledore wanted Hagrid to do anyway? Harry shrugged, biting into his toast. His birthday was tomorrow, so maybe he would get a word from Hagrid. He sighed quietly, eyeing his closet.
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The following day..
Sirus kept pacing in hid 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. Then, he screamed..
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Harry awoke suddenly from his sleep, drenched in sweat: he had another nightmare. He sat up, reaching for his glasses along the table beside him, trying to remember the 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.