Harry Potter and the Running Consequences
If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn't be writing on Fan Fiction. net
To: Stephen
Chapter 1 : Harry's Owl
"Oh Hedwig." Harry sighed.
Another day at the Dursleys. Despite popular thought, the Dursleys were never truly mean, just terribly annoying.
Harry found his author and tabloids made them seem worse for sympathy, and/or to make the story more interesting, how, Harry didn't see.
Ever since the "Diggory inccident", as the Daily Prophet was now calling it (quoteing Harry from an exclusive interview), Hogwarts no longer a home,
but a place where part of him would forever be trapped. Even after he had gone. Hogwarts was a prison, as was the Dursleys. But the Leaky Cauldron still was home, and Harry just wanted to get back there. No matter what Dumbledore said.
Tom was like family, and you can practicaly always go to family. Getting up out of bed, he looked out the window. Dawn. Harry loved dawns. He loved sets too. Both were beautiful. One brought light, the other darkness. Both something Harry felt drawn to.
Sunsets were probably Harry's favorite, when darkness fell. Not bad darkness. Not scary, or evil, but gental, and comforting. And precious little comforted Harry now. Sirius hadn't written him all summer. That was enough to throw him in an already-deep-depression-made-worse. At first,
Harry had shrugged it off, saying it was probably to dangerous to write. But then, Harry started to think. Maybe Sirius didn't care. Maybe nobody cared.
The only thought that brought him happiness anymore, was the thought of his true love, Cho.
If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn't be writing on Fan Fiction. net
To: Stephen
Chapter 1 : Harry's Owl
"Oh Hedwig." Harry sighed.
Another day at the Dursleys. Despite popular thought, the Dursleys were never truly mean, just terribly annoying.
Harry found his author and tabloids made them seem worse for sympathy, and/or to make the story more interesting, how, Harry didn't see.
Ever since the "Diggory inccident", as the Daily Prophet was now calling it (quoteing Harry from an exclusive interview), Hogwarts no longer a home,
but a place where part of him would forever be trapped. Even after he had gone. Hogwarts was a prison, as was the Dursleys. But the Leaky Cauldron still was home, and Harry just wanted to get back there. No matter what Dumbledore said.
Tom was like family, and you can practicaly always go to family. Getting up out of bed, he looked out the window. Dawn. Harry loved dawns. He loved sets too. Both were beautiful. One brought light, the other darkness. Both something Harry felt drawn to.
Sunsets were probably Harry's favorite, when darkness fell. Not bad darkness. Not scary, or evil, but gental, and comforting. And precious little comforted Harry now. Sirius hadn't written him all summer. That was enough to throw him in an already-deep-depression-made-worse. At first,
Harry had shrugged it off, saying it was probably to dangerous to write. But then, Harry started to think. Maybe Sirius didn't care. Maybe nobody cared.
The only thought that brought him happiness anymore, was the thought of his true love, Cho.