Harry Potter and the shadow of the forest
Chapter One-Stuck with the dreadful Dursley's
N/B-Harry Potter and/or any of the related characters are not mine, but are property of J.K Rowling.
Harry laid his head back down against the pillow. Life was not treating him very kindly. He had finally turned sixteen, only a few minutes beforehand, and like most other nights in the summer holidays, he had stayed up doing his homework for there was nothing better to do in this muggle world. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but he couldn't. Cho was dead. Cho was dead. Voldemort had murdered Cho, beautiful Cho, smart, sweet, innocent Cho, and it had been his fault. No one blamed him of course, at least, not to his face, but he was sure that internally they were screaming at him,screaming at how he could do that to a beautiful young woman in her prime. Cho had been the light of his life, although he had never told her the way he felt about her, in fact, she was seeing Fred Weasly, not him at all, but he had let Voldemort get too close, had run away to resurrect his dead mother instead of saving her, failed, and watched her be executed by Voldemort, burnt alive, had to watch the flames engulf her and destroy her body, had to smell the charred flesh, wept at the ashes. He was sent home to try and in Dumbledore's words, recover. But nothing could stop his guilt, crawling through his head like maggots. Sleep must come. Either sleep or death, it made no difference to Harry, and the sooner the better. He rolled over and stood up. Where the sleeping pills. Cupboard on the landing. Go out of room, turn lights on. Get sleeping pills from cupboard. He flinched as the landing light turned on. "Voldemort," He called temptingly. "Voldemort, I know its you. Come out, come out wherever you are," "Harry?" Exclaimed his aunt Petunia. "Snap out of it, boy!" Yelled uncle Vernon. Harry flinched again. "Nothing. Nothing on this whole bloody wreck. Its totally buggered," Together Petunia and Vernon wrestled him back into bed. "Give him another dose of the tranquillisers" Yelled Vernon. Petunia rushed out of the room and came back in holding a hypodermic needle. She emptied its contents into Harry's arm. Vernon pulled out his cell phone, which he always used in times like these so it was less likely to be traced back to him, and dialled Dumbledore's number. "Vernon?" Said Dumbledore, sounding groggy. "How may I help you?" "Look.my wife and I just cant control this boy.he's lost his mind.only just got him away from the sleeping tablets.I think he's had an overdose." Dumbledore said a word that few people had ever heard him say, and said, "Alright, I'll be right over. Give me five minutes." Dumbledore apparated into the room in half that time. He looked grimly on at the unconscious figure lying on the bed. "He's got to snap out of it, or it will be the end of his life," said Dumbledore. "How bad was the thing that happened?" Asked Vernon. "If you asked me, I think he's just faking it to get attention."
Dumbledore let out a string of words directed at Vernon. "He has experienced things in his sixteen years that some most people don't experience in a lifetime!!!" "Take him, then," Hissed Vernon, and Petunia nodded assent. "We don't want him." "Fine". Dumbledore magicked some wizard adoption papers in. "Just sign here and here and here," He said, pointing.
Vernon studied it for a moment, then grunted, "So you'll be his father substitute? We'll never have to be responsible for him again?" "No, this absolves all your ties to Harry,"Dumbledore replied. Vernon squinted again, rummaged around in his pocket for a pen, which wasn't there as he was wearing a nightshirt, until Dumbledore offered him a quill which he stared at for a moment then shook his head and signed. "Do.do you want his things?" Vernon asked abruptly. "Yes, please. I'll have a car.a taxi, I believe, yes.waiting outside.I'll take those.thankyou."
Dumbledore groaned and lifted up Harry's unconscious form. Vernon followed him out to the car, carrying Harry's not unpacked suitcase and groaning slightly as he heaved into the car trunk. "There you are," He said "Good evening," Said Dumbledore, although by now it was around two o clock in the morning. Dumbledore gingerly placed Harry in the back seat, climbed in the passenger seat, and told the driver to take him to London. It was his plan to hire a room at the leaky cauldron for a few days for Harry while Dumbledore changed his home around a bit.to make it the ideal place for raising a boy like Harry. Dumbledore turned around, looked at the sleeping Harry, Harry, his new "son" and laughed at his paternalistic thoughts while the driver looked on in amazement.
Chapter One-Stuck with the dreadful Dursley's
N/B-Harry Potter and/or any of the related characters are not mine, but are property of J.K Rowling.
Harry laid his head back down against the pillow. Life was not treating him very kindly. He had finally turned sixteen, only a few minutes beforehand, and like most other nights in the summer holidays, he had stayed up doing his homework for there was nothing better to do in this muggle world. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but he couldn't. Cho was dead. Cho was dead. Voldemort had murdered Cho, beautiful Cho, smart, sweet, innocent Cho, and it had been his fault. No one blamed him of course, at least, not to his face, but he was sure that internally they were screaming at him,screaming at how he could do that to a beautiful young woman in her prime. Cho had been the light of his life, although he had never told her the way he felt about her, in fact, she was seeing Fred Weasly, not him at all, but he had let Voldemort get too close, had run away to resurrect his dead mother instead of saving her, failed, and watched her be executed by Voldemort, burnt alive, had to watch the flames engulf her and destroy her body, had to smell the charred flesh, wept at the ashes. He was sent home to try and in Dumbledore's words, recover. But nothing could stop his guilt, crawling through his head like maggots. Sleep must come. Either sleep or death, it made no difference to Harry, and the sooner the better. He rolled over and stood up. Where the sleeping pills. Cupboard on the landing. Go out of room, turn lights on. Get sleeping pills from cupboard. He flinched as the landing light turned on. "Voldemort," He called temptingly. "Voldemort, I know its you. Come out, come out wherever you are," "Harry?" Exclaimed his aunt Petunia. "Snap out of it, boy!" Yelled uncle Vernon. Harry flinched again. "Nothing. Nothing on this whole bloody wreck. Its totally buggered," Together Petunia and Vernon wrestled him back into bed. "Give him another dose of the tranquillisers" Yelled Vernon. Petunia rushed out of the room and came back in holding a hypodermic needle. She emptied its contents into Harry's arm. Vernon pulled out his cell phone, which he always used in times like these so it was less likely to be traced back to him, and dialled Dumbledore's number. "Vernon?" Said Dumbledore, sounding groggy. "How may I help you?" "Look.my wife and I just cant control this boy.he's lost his mind.only just got him away from the sleeping tablets.I think he's had an overdose." Dumbledore said a word that few people had ever heard him say, and said, "Alright, I'll be right over. Give me five minutes." Dumbledore apparated into the room in half that time. He looked grimly on at the unconscious figure lying on the bed. "He's got to snap out of it, or it will be the end of his life," said Dumbledore. "How bad was the thing that happened?" Asked Vernon. "If you asked me, I think he's just faking it to get attention."
Dumbledore let out a string of words directed at Vernon. "He has experienced things in his sixteen years that some most people don't experience in a lifetime!!!" "Take him, then," Hissed Vernon, and Petunia nodded assent. "We don't want him." "Fine". Dumbledore magicked some wizard adoption papers in. "Just sign here and here and here," He said, pointing.
Vernon studied it for a moment, then grunted, "So you'll be his father substitute? We'll never have to be responsible for him again?" "No, this absolves all your ties to Harry,"Dumbledore replied. Vernon squinted again, rummaged around in his pocket for a pen, which wasn't there as he was wearing a nightshirt, until Dumbledore offered him a quill which he stared at for a moment then shook his head and signed. "Do.do you want his things?" Vernon asked abruptly. "Yes, please. I'll have a car.a taxi, I believe, yes.waiting outside.I'll take those.thankyou."
Dumbledore groaned and lifted up Harry's unconscious form. Vernon followed him out to the car, carrying Harry's not unpacked suitcase and groaning slightly as he heaved into the car trunk. "There you are," He said "Good evening," Said Dumbledore, although by now it was around two o clock in the morning. Dumbledore gingerly placed Harry in the back seat, climbed in the passenger seat, and told the driver to take him to London. It was his plan to hire a room at the leaky cauldron for a few days for Harry while Dumbledore changed his home around a bit.to make it the ideal place for raising a boy like Harry. Dumbledore turned around, looked at the sleeping Harry, Harry, his new "son" and laughed at his paternalistic thoughts while the driver looked on in amazement.