Title: Just 1 Little Change...
Disclaimer: None of the Harry Potter characters belong to me they are (obviously!) J.K. Rowlings. The only person I own is Mrs. Bradshaw
A/N Ok, just to let you guys know, this is my first attempt at fanfiction, please go easy on me. Oh and Mrs. Bradshaw plays a rather big part in this story so I will explain what she looks like. Mrs. Bradshaw is in her mid 60's and has hip problems. She is a small frail person. She lives on the smallest house in The Dursleys' neighborhood and hates them. Ok. So now that you know that, here's the story!
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Chapter 1
Mrs. Bradshaw woke to horrible pain. While she was sleeping her hip had stiffened. She attempted to stand up and groaned out loud in pain. Slowly she walked down the hall to her bathroom and got a heating pad and Aspirin. "Well", she thought, "sleep is certainly out of the question now." After sitting for a while doing nothing she slowly walked downstairs and made herself some tea. As she sat sipping her tea she decided to take a walk. Mrs. Bradshaw could often be found walking, she found it a good form of exercise and it seemed to her decrease the pain in her hip. As she walked out into the still dark street she was greeted by an almost eerie silence, it seemed almost supernatural. She brushed off the feeling and started walking down the dim-lit street. Suddenly the feeling came back, much more pronounced. It felt like someone or something didn't want her there, like they were pushing her away. Again she tried to get rid of the feeling, but this time is just got worse. She kept walking determinately, but every step was harder. Then suddenly it was gone, she felt nothing, no one stopping her. Hesitantly she stepped forward. "Strange" she nervously thought, was I just imagining that?" Just then she heard something, a little kids footsteps, and was that ... crying? She strained her eyes, looking for a kid. Then she saw him. A little boy, a little older than 1, stumbling towards her. She tried to hurry her pace, but couldn't walk any faster. Finally she got to the crying boy. As she reached him the little boy stopped crying, looking at her for a second then started again. Mrs. Bradshaw immediately picked up the small boy and carried into the light to see if her was hurt. Oh he was, poor boy! She picked up the boy again and put him on her lap. The little boy again looked up at her, and this time snuggled closer to her and tried to control the sobs raking his tiny body. Finally he did. Mrs. Bradshaw looked around. Now what should she do? The boy was obviously hurt, but somebody might be looking for him. If she took him home then they wouldn't know where he was. She sat there holding the small boy tightly for about 10 minutes. Finally she decided to take the boy home. Nobody had come yet and it didn't seem like anyone would. Besides the boy was hurt and needed somewhere to go. Having made up her mind Mrs. Bradshaw took the kid by the arm and led him to her house. When she got there she immediately tended to the cut and some minor scrapes he had. She then took him to the living room and put him on the couch. The boy immediately fell asleep. Mrs. Bradshaw sat there for a while, just looking at the poor sleeping kid, wondering how he had gotten hurt and if anyone was looking for him. Just then the boy started crying and whimpering in his sleep. He suddenly sat strait up in bed and started crying again. Mrs. Bradshaw again settled him down and then tried to get him to talk. To tell her anything, who he was, his parents names, anything. Finally she gave up on that and just tried him to say anything, cat dog, no, yes. He just stared. Finally she gave up. The boy was still staring at her. She tried one more time "dad, Mom. Suddenly the boy started to cry once more. "Gosh, thought Mrs. Bradshaw, "I do wish he would stop crying, what made him cry this time?!" She sighed and tried to settle the forlorn boy down once more. Then all the sudden the boy said one choking word, "mommy..."
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Mrs. Figg sat strait up in bed. Immediately she knew what had woken her up. Harry was gone. Mrs. Figg jumped quickly out of bed, grabbing her wand and throwing on her clothes on the way downstairs. She ran over to the window and started muttering all kinds of spells under her breath. At last she was satisfied that no real harm had come to Harry and that he was at least near by. She sat down on the couch. For the last spell she was going to do told her exactly where he was. For this spell though she needed to know if the person was muggle or wizard, whether they meant to harm him and how near he was to her. Ok she thought, "I know that Harry himself got out of the covers since they were charmed to keep anyone else, besides the Dursleys, out. I also know that someone broke through the protection charms that were put over Harry. This could be done only by some one who didn't want to hurt Harry, who was a muggle or knew Harry personally. So it had to be a muggle, she concluded. "Well, she thought, "that's fine then. I can use this information to pinpoint Harry. After a minute of non-stop muttering, she smiled, very relieved. She now knew everything. She knew who had Harry and how they had found him. She saw in her mind Harry wandering alone, crying and lonely. Then she saw Mrs. Bradshaw through sheer willpower break through the protection around Harry and get to him. "Strange how an old muggle could break through barriers around Harry to get to him and not even know he was there. Very strange... This women must be stubborn. I will have to talk to her tomorrow. Meanwhile, I guess that Harry can stay at her house for tonight, I don't know the Dursleys but from what I Hear they are rather mean and selfish. Yes she decided, "Tomorrow I will go and get Harry from Mrs. Bradshaw.
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Mrs. Dursley woke up at 8:00. She slowly got out of bed, went downstairs and sat down. She sat there waiting for everyone else to get up so she could complain to them about having to make breakfast while making it. After about 10 minutes of waiting she got bored so she decided to go to the window and see if any of her neighbors were up yet. As she stood spying out the window she happened to glance at her front porch and noticed something that looked like blankets laying there. "What the heck is that?" she wondered aloud and went over to the door to see what it was. What she found was some empty blankets and a note. Mrs. Dursley was very curious now as to what this might be about. She eagerly tore open the envelope and starting reading the note. Her face changed quickly from curiosity, to shock, to horror, to anger in less then a minute. She stood there staring at the paper for about 6 minutes, stunned. Then she let out a horrible scream that could be heard throughout the whole neighborhood.
A/N Ok, so how was the first chapter, good, not so good, please tell me! I will accept any reviews, nice, stupid, suggestive (as long as they aren't flames!) anything! Oh and I promise this story has a plot, although I am still working out the details. =) Oh and do you think this story should take place only in 1st year, or should it be about the whole book? I need suggestions! PLEASE review!!! Thanks!
Disclaimer: None of the Harry Potter characters belong to me they are (obviously!) J.K. Rowlings. The only person I own is Mrs. Bradshaw
A/N Ok, just to let you guys know, this is my first attempt at fanfiction, please go easy on me. Oh and Mrs. Bradshaw plays a rather big part in this story so I will explain what she looks like. Mrs. Bradshaw is in her mid 60's and has hip problems. She is a small frail person. She lives on the smallest house in The Dursleys' neighborhood and hates them. Ok. So now that you know that, here's the story!
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Chapter 1
Mrs. Bradshaw woke to horrible pain. While she was sleeping her hip had stiffened. She attempted to stand up and groaned out loud in pain. Slowly she walked down the hall to her bathroom and got a heating pad and Aspirin. "Well", she thought, "sleep is certainly out of the question now." After sitting for a while doing nothing she slowly walked downstairs and made herself some tea. As she sat sipping her tea she decided to take a walk. Mrs. Bradshaw could often be found walking, she found it a good form of exercise and it seemed to her decrease the pain in her hip. As she walked out into the still dark street she was greeted by an almost eerie silence, it seemed almost supernatural. She brushed off the feeling and started walking down the dim-lit street. Suddenly the feeling came back, much more pronounced. It felt like someone or something didn't want her there, like they were pushing her away. Again she tried to get rid of the feeling, but this time is just got worse. She kept walking determinately, but every step was harder. Then suddenly it was gone, she felt nothing, no one stopping her. Hesitantly she stepped forward. "Strange" she nervously thought, was I just imagining that?" Just then she heard something, a little kids footsteps, and was that ... crying? She strained her eyes, looking for a kid. Then she saw him. A little boy, a little older than 1, stumbling towards her. She tried to hurry her pace, but couldn't walk any faster. Finally she got to the crying boy. As she reached him the little boy stopped crying, looking at her for a second then started again. Mrs. Bradshaw immediately picked up the small boy and carried into the light to see if her was hurt. Oh he was, poor boy! She picked up the boy again and put him on her lap. The little boy again looked up at her, and this time snuggled closer to her and tried to control the sobs raking his tiny body. Finally he did. Mrs. Bradshaw looked around. Now what should she do? The boy was obviously hurt, but somebody might be looking for him. If she took him home then they wouldn't know where he was. She sat there holding the small boy tightly for about 10 minutes. Finally she decided to take the boy home. Nobody had come yet and it didn't seem like anyone would. Besides the boy was hurt and needed somewhere to go. Having made up her mind Mrs. Bradshaw took the kid by the arm and led him to her house. When she got there she immediately tended to the cut and some minor scrapes he had. She then took him to the living room and put him on the couch. The boy immediately fell asleep. Mrs. Bradshaw sat there for a while, just looking at the poor sleeping kid, wondering how he had gotten hurt and if anyone was looking for him. Just then the boy started crying and whimpering in his sleep. He suddenly sat strait up in bed and started crying again. Mrs. Bradshaw again settled him down and then tried to get him to talk. To tell her anything, who he was, his parents names, anything. Finally she gave up on that and just tried him to say anything, cat dog, no, yes. He just stared. Finally she gave up. The boy was still staring at her. She tried one more time "dad, Mom. Suddenly the boy started to cry once more. "Gosh, thought Mrs. Bradshaw, "I do wish he would stop crying, what made him cry this time?!" She sighed and tried to settle the forlorn boy down once more. Then all the sudden the boy said one choking word, "mommy..."
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Mrs. Figg sat strait up in bed. Immediately she knew what had woken her up. Harry was gone. Mrs. Figg jumped quickly out of bed, grabbing her wand and throwing on her clothes on the way downstairs. She ran over to the window and started muttering all kinds of spells under her breath. At last she was satisfied that no real harm had come to Harry and that he was at least near by. She sat down on the couch. For the last spell she was going to do told her exactly where he was. For this spell though she needed to know if the person was muggle or wizard, whether they meant to harm him and how near he was to her. Ok she thought, "I know that Harry himself got out of the covers since they were charmed to keep anyone else, besides the Dursleys, out. I also know that someone broke through the protection charms that were put over Harry. This could be done only by some one who didn't want to hurt Harry, who was a muggle or knew Harry personally. So it had to be a muggle, she concluded. "Well, she thought, "that's fine then. I can use this information to pinpoint Harry. After a minute of non-stop muttering, she smiled, very relieved. She now knew everything. She knew who had Harry and how they had found him. She saw in her mind Harry wandering alone, crying and lonely. Then she saw Mrs. Bradshaw through sheer willpower break through the protection around Harry and get to him. "Strange how an old muggle could break through barriers around Harry to get to him and not even know he was there. Very strange... This women must be stubborn. I will have to talk to her tomorrow. Meanwhile, I guess that Harry can stay at her house for tonight, I don't know the Dursleys but from what I Hear they are rather mean and selfish. Yes she decided, "Tomorrow I will go and get Harry from Mrs. Bradshaw.
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Mrs. Dursley woke up at 8:00. She slowly got out of bed, went downstairs and sat down. She sat there waiting for everyone else to get up so she could complain to them about having to make breakfast while making it. After about 10 minutes of waiting she got bored so she decided to go to the window and see if any of her neighbors were up yet. As she stood spying out the window she happened to glance at her front porch and noticed something that looked like blankets laying there. "What the heck is that?" she wondered aloud and went over to the door to see what it was. What she found was some empty blankets and a note. Mrs. Dursley was very curious now as to what this might be about. She eagerly tore open the envelope and starting reading the note. Her face changed quickly from curiosity, to shock, to horror, to anger in less then a minute. She stood there staring at the paper for about 6 minutes, stunned. Then she let out a horrible scream that could be heard throughout the whole neighborhood.
A/N Ok, so how was the first chapter, good, not so good, please tell me! I will accept any reviews, nice, stupid, suggestive (as long as they aren't flames!) anything! Oh and I promise this story has a plot, although I am still working out the details. =) Oh and do you think this story should take place only in 1st year, or should it be about the whole book? I need suggestions! PLEASE review!!! Thanks!