Harry Potter and The Order of Phoenix
A Fan Fiction
By: Mia Powers
*NOTE*: To get this story you will have to have read books 1-4 by the author, J.K. Rowling!
CHAPTER 1
"Harry! Get up and..." As Harry awoke, he heard Uncle Vernon screaming at him. "...and after your finished that, help Dudley clean up his room!" 'More like clean up Dudley's room for him,' thought Harry. As Harry got dressed, he looked at his calender. 'Only a week and a half until I can go back to Hogwarts...until I can go back home,' he thought happily and bitterly at the same time. A week and a half with the Dursleys was like a year. A year of torture. "Well, at least I have these," he said aloud as he looked at the letters from his friends.
Later that day, Hedwig flew in thriugh Harry's bedroom window. She was carrying cards in her beak. Birthday cards for Harry! The was one from Hermione, one from Hagrid, another from Ron and there was one more. Harry wasn't sure who it was from. He read the card. It was from Sirius, hi godfather! As Harry read the card, he wished he could be with Sirius. He thought of the time that he had been so close to having a better life. If only Snape hadn't found him that night two years ago! He would have been living with the next closest thing to his father. If only...
That night, Harry had a hard time staying asleep. He was dreaming about Sirius. He was dreaming about the Dementors. He was dreaming about the night his parents were killed. He was even reaming of Voldemort. Voldemort was getting closer to him. Closer. Closer. Harry awoke suddenly. Sweat was pouring down his face. "It was only a dream. It was only a dream," he whispered to himself. Slowly he fell asleep.
Three days later, Harry got his Hogwarts letter. It said the usual. A few new items, some new books and new robes. Harry wondered how he was going to get to Diagon Alley this year. He thought about asking Uncle Vernon, but the thought vanished almost instantly. When had Uncle Vernon ever done anything nice for him? Harry decided to take the train to London. He was 15 years old, so he would be old enough to go by himself. He would send a letter to Ron and Hermione to arrange a day for them to meet. Yes, that would be the perfect plan.
A Fan Fiction
By: Mia Powers
*NOTE*: To get this story you will have to have read books 1-4 by the author, J.K. Rowling!
CHAPTER 1
"Harry! Get up and..." As Harry awoke, he heard Uncle Vernon screaming at him. "...and after your finished that, help Dudley clean up his room!" 'More like clean up Dudley's room for him,' thought Harry. As Harry got dressed, he looked at his calender. 'Only a week and a half until I can go back to Hogwarts...until I can go back home,' he thought happily and bitterly at the same time. A week and a half with the Dursleys was like a year. A year of torture. "Well, at least I have these," he said aloud as he looked at the letters from his friends.
Later that day, Hedwig flew in thriugh Harry's bedroom window. She was carrying cards in her beak. Birthday cards for Harry! The was one from Hermione, one from Hagrid, another from Ron and there was one more. Harry wasn't sure who it was from. He read the card. It was from Sirius, hi godfather! As Harry read the card, he wished he could be with Sirius. He thought of the time that he had been so close to having a better life. If only Snape hadn't found him that night two years ago! He would have been living with the next closest thing to his father. If only...
That night, Harry had a hard time staying asleep. He was dreaming about Sirius. He was dreaming about the Dementors. He was dreaming about the night his parents were killed. He was even reaming of Voldemort. Voldemort was getting closer to him. Closer. Closer. Harry awoke suddenly. Sweat was pouring down his face. "It was only a dream. It was only a dream," he whispered to himself. Slowly he fell asleep.
Three days later, Harry got his Hogwarts letter. It said the usual. A few new items, some new books and new robes. Harry wondered how he was going to get to Diagon Alley this year. He thought about asking Uncle Vernon, but the thought vanished almost instantly. When had Uncle Vernon ever done anything nice for him? Harry decided to take the train to London. He was 15 years old, so he would be old enough to go by himself. He would send a letter to Ron and Hermione to arrange a day for them to meet. Yes, that would be the perfect plan.