Hey all, I've decided to start a Harry Potter fic. Just an intro chap so
it's not very long. Let me know if you like it.
Takes place from where the fourth book left off. When he is leaving the train station.
Intro:
Though Harry Potter was an extremely unusual boy, he did consider himself lucky. This was hard to imagine as Harry had not only lost his parents when he was but an infant but he had also for four consecutive years come face to face with Lord Voldemort himself. Never the less Harry couldn't help but feel lucky. After all how many muggles would kill to be part of the wizarding world? Not that they knew about it of course, but as Harry shoved his trunk into the boot of his Uncle Vernon's company car, he couldn't help but wonder how long it would stay that way. Surely someone had to have noticed the Hogwarts students and their families as they passed through the barrier each year? Surely someone had accidentally left something behind from the wizarding world that the ministry didn't know about..
'Hurry up!' barked his Uncle 'and would you shut that bloody pigeon up!' Harry sighed and slammed the boot. He turned around and picked up his owl Hedwig and was opening the car door when he was distracted. A girl was looking at him suspiciously. She carried a thick green book that looked as though it had been passed down several generations. He smiled at her, knowing he'd be rather suspicious of a young boy hauling around an odd looking trunk and carrying a rather large owl. He slid into the back seat of the car, and his Uncle hurriedly started the engine.
'Took you long enough' he grumbled glaring at Harry by means of the rear view mirror. 'I don't see why you cant stay at your..' Uncle Vernon paused, a sour look spread across his face ' at your "school" over the holidays.' Harry himself would be more than happy to spend his holidays away from Privet Drive. He smiled faintly remembering Ron's invitation to visit him over the summer. Maybe he could go see Hermione too. Harry twisted around in his seat, trying to see if that girl was still there. He saw her retreating figure wandering off in the direction .. in the direction of platform 9! Harry told himself to calm down. Surely she was just catching a train from platform 9; he had nothing to worry about. She might even be catching a train from the other platforms of 8 or 10. Feeling slightly uneasy he watched as she entered the crowds and was blocked from his view.
Meanwhile his Uncle was complaining about the homeless and how they were good for nothing scum who spent all his hard earned cash. Harry wondered if his Uncle would be complaining so much if he new that the next few months could well be the last few months of his life. Months? Weeks? Days? Harry knew no one could be sure how long it would be before Voldemort struck. Now that Voldemort was equipped with a new body that was resistant to Harry's protection from his mother, Harry felt rather scared. He knew that the wizarding world expected him to save the day yet again. But Harry hadn't the slightest clue how such a thing could even be possible. Surely he thought, surely they couldn't expect a fourteen-year- old boy to kill the most powerful wizard in history. But a small voice whispered in his ear, if he had brought Lord Voldemort down before, surely people would have faith in him doing it again. Harry hurriedly shoved the worry out of his head, and concentrated on how wonderful it would be when he was finally allowed to leave the Dursleys forever. A dream that was dreadfully far off but definitely a dream that would inevitably come true. If, thought Harry he actually lived long enough to see it through.
Please review. Let me know of any improvements or changes that need to be made.
-Jess.
Takes place from where the fourth book left off. When he is leaving the train station.
Intro:
Though Harry Potter was an extremely unusual boy, he did consider himself lucky. This was hard to imagine as Harry had not only lost his parents when he was but an infant but he had also for four consecutive years come face to face with Lord Voldemort himself. Never the less Harry couldn't help but feel lucky. After all how many muggles would kill to be part of the wizarding world? Not that they knew about it of course, but as Harry shoved his trunk into the boot of his Uncle Vernon's company car, he couldn't help but wonder how long it would stay that way. Surely someone had to have noticed the Hogwarts students and their families as they passed through the barrier each year? Surely someone had accidentally left something behind from the wizarding world that the ministry didn't know about..
'Hurry up!' barked his Uncle 'and would you shut that bloody pigeon up!' Harry sighed and slammed the boot. He turned around and picked up his owl Hedwig and was opening the car door when he was distracted. A girl was looking at him suspiciously. She carried a thick green book that looked as though it had been passed down several generations. He smiled at her, knowing he'd be rather suspicious of a young boy hauling around an odd looking trunk and carrying a rather large owl. He slid into the back seat of the car, and his Uncle hurriedly started the engine.
'Took you long enough' he grumbled glaring at Harry by means of the rear view mirror. 'I don't see why you cant stay at your..' Uncle Vernon paused, a sour look spread across his face ' at your "school" over the holidays.' Harry himself would be more than happy to spend his holidays away from Privet Drive. He smiled faintly remembering Ron's invitation to visit him over the summer. Maybe he could go see Hermione too. Harry twisted around in his seat, trying to see if that girl was still there. He saw her retreating figure wandering off in the direction .. in the direction of platform 9! Harry told himself to calm down. Surely she was just catching a train from platform 9; he had nothing to worry about. She might even be catching a train from the other platforms of 8 or 10. Feeling slightly uneasy he watched as she entered the crowds and was blocked from his view.
Meanwhile his Uncle was complaining about the homeless and how they were good for nothing scum who spent all his hard earned cash. Harry wondered if his Uncle would be complaining so much if he new that the next few months could well be the last few months of his life. Months? Weeks? Days? Harry knew no one could be sure how long it would be before Voldemort struck. Now that Voldemort was equipped with a new body that was resistant to Harry's protection from his mother, Harry felt rather scared. He knew that the wizarding world expected him to save the day yet again. But Harry hadn't the slightest clue how such a thing could even be possible. Surely he thought, surely they couldn't expect a fourteen-year- old boy to kill the most powerful wizard in history. But a small voice whispered in his ear, if he had brought Lord Voldemort down before, surely people would have faith in him doing it again. Harry hurriedly shoved the worry out of his head, and concentrated on how wonderful it would be when he was finally allowed to leave the Dursleys forever. A dream that was dreadfully far off but definitely a dream that would inevitably come true. If, thought Harry he actually lived long enough to see it through.
Please review. Let me know of any improvements or changes that need to be made.
-Jess.