Part one-Dreaming Dreams, Writing Letters, and Flooing the floo
by Caitie Did
I don't own nything, but I'm sort of going to try and go with some of the things I've seen lately in the books..its kind of a rewrite of the last time I did this on my other account..but read it and review and I just might luv you! (smiles) You know who's really really hot? Oliver Wood. HOT HOT HOT!
*I'm sure all the girls have already noticed that. Everything belongs to JK but the plot..cuz I made that up myself! Enjoy!
"God did you eat at all this year? You're like a twig.."Dudley sniggered at Harry, and he rolled his eyes, glancing at Dudley, who, not suprisingly, had grown in proportions since the summer before his fourth year.
Harry glanced back at the entrance to Platform nine and three-quarters with a sense of longing, and turned back to Dudley, a smirk on his face.
"Did you do nothing but eat this year?"Harry responded, "Because I have a friend who's half giant and you're still bigger than him..."Dudley sat back in his seat, his face downcast, and noticed the large bandage on Harry's arm.
"What happened to you?" he asked loudly, and Harry managed to glance up, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Dudley was more known to care about the television or what mum was making for dinner than anyone elses buisness.
"Do you care?" he responded, and Dudley considered this for a moment before shaking his head.
"Not so much..."he said, and Harry nodded.
"Thought so.."Harry said, and glared at Privet Drive, the place he hated most in the world. Second to the graveyard. The attack was still fresh in his mind, and even though Dumbledore felt he was safe at Privet Drive, he couldn't understand how he was.
"Oh get out of the car.."Petunia snapped impatiently, and they both climbed out, shutting the doors behind them.
"Here's a list of chores..."she thrust the list into Harry's hand, and he stared at her incredulously.
"Are you kidding me.."he muttered, and pulled out a note.
"The school nurse says Im not supposed to use my arm for a couple of weeks..I really don't think mowing the lawn is something Im capable of.."he said quietly, and she glanced at his cast, and rolled her eyes.
"Why couldn't they just healed it themselves?"she asked, "With..."
"Magic?"Harry said coloquially, and Petunia's nostrils flared,"Because the cut had a spell put on it...to put me through more pain...the nurse couldn't heal it.."
"How did you get the cut anyways? Who gave it to you.."
"The person that murdered my parents.."he said, and walked up the stairs,
slamming his door once his trunk and Hedwig were in his room, and locking
it, staring out the window at the growing darkness,"This is going to be
a wonderful summer..."he whispered sarcastically, and let sleep overtake
him.
"Do you think he'll be alright?" Hermione said, concerned, and rolled over, facing Ginny. They were both laying on the grass outside of the burrow under a tree. Hermione's parents had gone to America for a dentists convention, so she was staying with the Weasley's for the summer.
"I don't know..."Ginny responded honestly,"Did you see the look on his face when he was leaving?" she added quietly.
"Bloody hell Errol, can't you stop running into the bleedin' windows?"they both turned their heads at Ron's voice, and rolled their eyes, getting up and walking towards the house.
"Anything?" Hermione asked, and Ron shook his head, trying not to show the fact that he was upset.
"Nothing.."he responded,"No response," he paused,"Do you think he's alright..I mean physically?"
"I think he's fine.."Hermione said quietly, and added,"Physically.."she added.
"We need to talk to him.."Ron said,"Ask him why he's doing this..he seemed partially alright on the way back from school.."
"I don't think he wants to talk to us...Hedwig hasn't come by at all..."
"Maybe he doesn't have a choice.."Ginny cut in,"Do you remember when they locked Hedwig in her cage?"
Little did they know, that was the least of Harry's problems at the moment.
"I'm going to be expelled.."he said to himself, glanced out the window at the growing darkness, and dipped his quill in his ink before begining to write.
Ginny-
Sorry to bother you, but at this point I doubt that either Hermione or
Ron would wish to speak to me. I've been having trouble getting over the
events of the third task, and getting pitty wasn't something I wished for.
I'd just like you to know that my scars been hurting, and last night I
had a vision of Voldemort and the death eaters attacking Privet Drive.
I'm not sure when it's going to happen, but I don't want any of you in
danger, so if you get this and nothing has happened, do nothing at all.
Dumbledore had the fireplace connected to the Floo network, so if worst
comes to worst I can get out quickly. I hope you're having a nice summer,
and hopefully I'll see you at the begining of next year. Keep your eyes
open, the dreams I've been happening aren't good ones. Stay safe, tell
your mother to take care of Hedwig until I can get her back.
Thank you-
Harry
"Look...Hedwig..there's no way you'll get out of here alive if I don't
let you go now..."
He tied the letter to her leg, and opened the window, letting her take
off. He was halfway down the stairs when he heard the back door open by
means of Alohomora, and held the floo powder tightly in his hand.
When he got too nervous he dashed past the hallway and into the living room, stepping into the fireplace and saying frantically, "Diagon Alley", as a blast of green light filled the living room. It grazed his scar and he hit the side of one of the grates, feeling his leg break painfully, before sliding out into a room he didn't recognise.