Author's note- Alo, Alo, readers! I changed the summary to my story, beings
as it was a bit cockeyed. Anyways, I'm also writing an original story
called "the incredibly messed up tales of Liz Marie Edgar" about a girl who
uncovers a secret about her great grandmother that will change her life
forever. It's really not as boring as it sounds! I'll probably post it in
the original fiction, so keep a lookout! I love you all! (blows sarcastic
kisses)
The great Hall was crowded with students eating breakfast, chatting with old friends, or first years hassling the older pupils in a frenzy to figure out their course schedules.
Harry pitied them; he remembered quite clearly his first days at Hogwarts.
Those were the days. When he was eleven, he didn't have to worry about death or Voldemort coming back to power.
He didn't have the horrible weight about Cedric on his shoulders that would never go away.
In his fifth year, the order of the phoenix had fought against him, but they did little harm.
His last year proved to be the most effective. With the help of his arch enemy, Draco Malfoy, they had taken down at least half of Voldemort's followers.
Including his most "faithful" servant, Peter Pettigrew, or Wormtail as he was called in his school days.
Odd as it may seem, Harry and Draco had made quite a good Auror team.
Draco's father had attempted to bring him to the dark side, but Draco escaped.
After the battle, however, they both resumed despising each other as if nothing had happened.
"Harry, let's find some seats!" said Ron, running to an empty space where Ginny sat.
Harry and Hermione followed, helping themselves to the sausages in front of them.
"Lo, Ginny," said Harry merrily.
"Hi, Harry," said Ginny, her face, surprisingly, hardly reddening at all.
Harry was about to begin a more interesting conversation when a large, snowy white owl flew in front of Harry's breakfast plate.
"Hello, Hedwig," said Harry, feeding her a bit of steak as he took the letter from her beak.
Hedwig flew out of the Great Hall, most likely to the owlry. "Bit early for mail," Hermione said.
"Well, open it then," said Ron. Inside to small, white envelope was a piece of crisp parchment which read:
"Dear Harry, I don't know what time the Hedwig should reach you, But being as she is quite a fast owl, I expect you should get this a bit early. Anyway, I wanted to wish you a Happy year! I'll be waiting for you when you come home for the last time.
Love From, Arrabella"
Harry smiled as he folded up the letter; He had only found out that Mrs. Figg was a witch sent to protect him this summer.
After he uncovered her secret, however, she had been quite caring, unlike she had been for the past years while posing as his uptight babysitter.
"Mrs. Figg, I expect," said Ginny, who had been peering at the letter. "Dad knows her.
She's a very powerful witch, you know," she said, reading his blank face.
The great Hall was crowded with students eating breakfast, chatting with old friends, or first years hassling the older pupils in a frenzy to figure out their course schedules.
Harry pitied them; he remembered quite clearly his first days at Hogwarts.
Those were the days. When he was eleven, he didn't have to worry about death or Voldemort coming back to power.
He didn't have the horrible weight about Cedric on his shoulders that would never go away.
In his fifth year, the order of the phoenix had fought against him, but they did little harm.
His last year proved to be the most effective. With the help of his arch enemy, Draco Malfoy, they had taken down at least half of Voldemort's followers.
Including his most "faithful" servant, Peter Pettigrew, or Wormtail as he was called in his school days.
Odd as it may seem, Harry and Draco had made quite a good Auror team.
Draco's father had attempted to bring him to the dark side, but Draco escaped.
After the battle, however, they both resumed despising each other as if nothing had happened.
"Harry, let's find some seats!" said Ron, running to an empty space where Ginny sat.
Harry and Hermione followed, helping themselves to the sausages in front of them.
"Lo, Ginny," said Harry merrily.
"Hi, Harry," said Ginny, her face, surprisingly, hardly reddening at all.
Harry was about to begin a more interesting conversation when a large, snowy white owl flew in front of Harry's breakfast plate.
"Hello, Hedwig," said Harry, feeding her a bit of steak as he took the letter from her beak.
Hedwig flew out of the Great Hall, most likely to the owlry. "Bit early for mail," Hermione said.
"Well, open it then," said Ron. Inside to small, white envelope was a piece of crisp parchment which read:
"Dear Harry, I don't know what time the Hedwig should reach you, But being as she is quite a fast owl, I expect you should get this a bit early. Anyway, I wanted to wish you a Happy year! I'll be waiting for you when you come home for the last time.
Love From, Arrabella"
Harry smiled as he folded up the letter; He had only found out that Mrs. Figg was a witch sent to protect him this summer.
After he uncovered her secret, however, she had been quite caring, unlike she had been for the past years while posing as his uptight babysitter.
"Mrs. Figg, I expect," said Ginny, who had been peering at the letter. "Dad knows her.
She's a very powerful witch, you know," she said, reading his blank face.