A/N My first fic, so I'm not that good at writing stories.
J.K. Rowling owns everything except Cabela.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harry Potter and the Heir of Six ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ch. 1 Summer with the Dursleys
Harry Potter was in his room staring out the window, three nights before his birthday, wishing he was at Hogwarts. The first weeks with the Dursleys were nothing joyous, but they were the usual cleaning the house, clipping the weeds in the garden, getting beat up by Dudley, and screamed at by Uncle Vernon.
He would be asleep at 2:30 in the morning, but he had just woke up from a terrifying dream of Voldemort killing everyone he cared about. He stayed up because he figured he would get no more sleep that night, so he just sat there waiting for Aunt Petunia to scream at him to cook breakfast for her poor, starving Dudy-kinns.
"WAKE UP! UP! Get down here and cook Dudy-kinns breakfast! ", screamed Aunt Petunia through the door of the smallest bedroom of 4 Privet Drive.
"I'm up, I'm up!" Harry screamed back through the door. He put his clothes on and hurried downstairs to cook Dudley his breakfast. He cooked breakfast then hurried outside to do his daily chores. The next day passed quickly, then it was the night before he finally turned fifteen.
It was 11:59 and when it turned twelve suddenly....
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A/N My first cliffie!
It's short but the next chapter is going to be longer.
J.K. Rowling owns everything except Cabela.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harry Potter and the Heir of Six ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ch. 1 Summer with the Dursleys
Harry Potter was in his room staring out the window, three nights before his birthday, wishing he was at Hogwarts. The first weeks with the Dursleys were nothing joyous, but they were the usual cleaning the house, clipping the weeds in the garden, getting beat up by Dudley, and screamed at by Uncle Vernon.
He would be asleep at 2:30 in the morning, but he had just woke up from a terrifying dream of Voldemort killing everyone he cared about. He stayed up because he figured he would get no more sleep that night, so he just sat there waiting for Aunt Petunia to scream at him to cook breakfast for her poor, starving Dudy-kinns.
"WAKE UP! UP! Get down here and cook Dudy-kinns breakfast! ", screamed Aunt Petunia through the door of the smallest bedroom of 4 Privet Drive.
"I'm up, I'm up!" Harry screamed back through the door. He put his clothes on and hurried downstairs to cook Dudley his breakfast. He cooked breakfast then hurried outside to do his daily chores. The next day passed quickly, then it was the night before he finally turned fifteen.
It was 11:59 and when it turned twelve suddenly....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Please Review! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N My first cliffie!
It's short but the next chapter is going to be longer.