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This fanfic was written by Sodoff Baldrick (Sod_off_Baldrick@hotmail.com)
Harry Potter and the Autocrat of the Undead
Chapter 2-
Harry made a mad and altogether not too impressive vault over to the window and started fumbling with the catch. It took him a while. The stiff catch was in dire need of a lubricant, but the Dursleys, no doubt hoping to eliminate any chance of Harry having any contact to the wizarding world through his window, had neglected this fact. He finally yanked it open to be greeted by the rough talons of a grand tawny owl, which had bolted through the moment the gap was wide enough. The owl landed elegantly on Harry's bed. to be smacked head on by a much smaller owl, a pigmy, who Harry immediately recognised to be Ron's owl Pigwidgeon, better known as Pig. Both owls carried letters around their necks. Knowing that this must be a Hogwarts Owl, and they could be as impatient as anyone, Harry first took the letter off the tawny, who quickly took off- again scraping Harry's arm- and flew off into the mid-morning sky.
Harry then turned to Pig, and removed his typically far-too-heavy load, before putting the minute owl in the cage with Hedwig, who didn't seem too thrilled that she had to share her home as well as, apparently, her job. Falling back onto his bed, Harry took his first letter and slit it open. It was the letter from Hogwarts, and had all the usual equipment lists and information- the Hogwarts Express, as if he didn't know already, would be leaving at 11 o' clock on September the First. There was also a small note that didn't usually turn up, which read:
Due to certain circumstances, additional regulation have been made, of which you will be fully informed on your return to Hogwarts
Harry groaned. The "certain circumstances", of course, almost certainly referred to Voldemort, and these "regulations" would seriously limit his freedom. He dropped the later, turning his attention to the second, hoping it would be friendlier and more interesting.
It was from Ron.
Harry,
How's the summer going? Hope the Muggles aren't getting you down!
It's been a real bore living around here lately. Dad's been working overtime at the ministry again, and all we've got left to do is look after our aunt Enid while Uncle Gerald is away trying to find counter spells for the curses. You wouldn't believe how old fashioned she is! She thinks the Shooting Star is 'the height of luxury. and don't you forget it young man!" It's really driving me nuts.
Fred and George want to thank you for the gold again. I know you won't believe it but they managed to pass everything except for potions and herbology! So they're staying at Hogwarts for the last two years after all. Just as well really: Mum said she'd banish them from the house if they were kicked out.
Look, I really want you to come over and stay with us, but Dad asked Dumbledore about it and he says it's still too risky. But what about staying at Hermione's? Dumbledore say's that's OK because she lives in the Muggle world during the summer like you do. She say's she'll owl you about it just as soon as you send Hedwig over for her. I guess I'll see you there. I'll be staying there too, if I can talk Mum into it.
Ron
Harry, sighing, picked up a black biro off the floor and scribbled a quick note on a piece of paper. He didn't keep parchment or quills lying around in case the Dursleys saw them and took them away.
Hermione,
Thanks for letting me stay, but I don't know if I can. The Dursleys are going on holiday and they're trying to find a holiday camp or something like that. They've had no luck so far though. I might end up being thrown out in the street if they don't find someone by Wednesday. Either way, I won't be able to reach you unless I magic myself over, and I'm not risking that. My record's not exactly clean.
Harry
Calling Hedwig over, Harry tied the letter to her, and she instinctively soared straight out of the window. Pigwidgeon clambered out of the cage and fluttered clumsily out after her.
*****************
The Tuesday before the Dursleys were to go away on holiday, Uncle Vernon was reading his morning paper when he heard the cluttering of his letterbox. He turned his head towards Harry. "Go get that" he murmured. Harry dutifully went to collect the mail. Apart from the usual assortment of bills and junk mail, there was one letter that instantly caught Harry's attention. The address was written in a neat script that Harry thought seemed very familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He gave the letters to Uncle Vernon back in the living room, and, as Harry had hoped, he tossed the bills and junk mail aside and opened the other letter first. As he scanned the letter, his face changed from one of boredom to obvious excitement.
"This is it!" he exclaimed. "Petunia! Petunia! Come here!" Aunt Petunia walked groggily in from the kitchen where she had been washing the breakfast pots. "What is it now?" she asked. "This is it!" Vernon repeated, "This is where we can send that boy! Listen: 'Granger's is one of the top carers in the country, and will willingly take your child no matter what is on his record. If you want to leave your child here, please reply to Grangers, 16, Derryview Lane, Suffolk, or come in person." Aunt Petunia let out a rather high-pitched squeak of delight which made Harry's ears hurt. "And I thought we might have had to bring him along with us! This is wonderful news! When can we get rid of him?"
"Tomorrow." Uncle Vernon cheerily replied.
This fanfic was written by Sodoff Baldrick (Sod_off_Baldrick@hotmail.com)
Harry Potter and the Autocrat of the Undead
Chapter 2-
Harry made a mad and altogether not too impressive vault over to the window and started fumbling with the catch. It took him a while. The stiff catch was in dire need of a lubricant, but the Dursleys, no doubt hoping to eliminate any chance of Harry having any contact to the wizarding world through his window, had neglected this fact. He finally yanked it open to be greeted by the rough talons of a grand tawny owl, which had bolted through the moment the gap was wide enough. The owl landed elegantly on Harry's bed. to be smacked head on by a much smaller owl, a pigmy, who Harry immediately recognised to be Ron's owl Pigwidgeon, better known as Pig. Both owls carried letters around their necks. Knowing that this must be a Hogwarts Owl, and they could be as impatient as anyone, Harry first took the letter off the tawny, who quickly took off- again scraping Harry's arm- and flew off into the mid-morning sky.
Harry then turned to Pig, and removed his typically far-too-heavy load, before putting the minute owl in the cage with Hedwig, who didn't seem too thrilled that she had to share her home as well as, apparently, her job. Falling back onto his bed, Harry took his first letter and slit it open. It was the letter from Hogwarts, and had all the usual equipment lists and information- the Hogwarts Express, as if he didn't know already, would be leaving at 11 o' clock on September the First. There was also a small note that didn't usually turn up, which read:
Due to certain circumstances, additional regulation have been made, of which you will be fully informed on your return to Hogwarts
Harry groaned. The "certain circumstances", of course, almost certainly referred to Voldemort, and these "regulations" would seriously limit his freedom. He dropped the later, turning his attention to the second, hoping it would be friendlier and more interesting.
It was from Ron.
Harry,
How's the summer going? Hope the Muggles aren't getting you down!
It's been a real bore living around here lately. Dad's been working overtime at the ministry again, and all we've got left to do is look after our aunt Enid while Uncle Gerald is away trying to find counter spells for the curses. You wouldn't believe how old fashioned she is! She thinks the Shooting Star is 'the height of luxury. and don't you forget it young man!" It's really driving me nuts.
Fred and George want to thank you for the gold again. I know you won't believe it but they managed to pass everything except for potions and herbology! So they're staying at Hogwarts for the last two years after all. Just as well really: Mum said she'd banish them from the house if they were kicked out.
Look, I really want you to come over and stay with us, but Dad asked Dumbledore about it and he says it's still too risky. But what about staying at Hermione's? Dumbledore say's that's OK because she lives in the Muggle world during the summer like you do. She say's she'll owl you about it just as soon as you send Hedwig over for her. I guess I'll see you there. I'll be staying there too, if I can talk Mum into it.
Ron
Harry, sighing, picked up a black biro off the floor and scribbled a quick note on a piece of paper. He didn't keep parchment or quills lying around in case the Dursleys saw them and took them away.
Hermione,
Thanks for letting me stay, but I don't know if I can. The Dursleys are going on holiday and they're trying to find a holiday camp or something like that. They've had no luck so far though. I might end up being thrown out in the street if they don't find someone by Wednesday. Either way, I won't be able to reach you unless I magic myself over, and I'm not risking that. My record's not exactly clean.
Harry
Calling Hedwig over, Harry tied the letter to her, and she instinctively soared straight out of the window. Pigwidgeon clambered out of the cage and fluttered clumsily out after her.
*****************
The Tuesday before the Dursleys were to go away on holiday, Uncle Vernon was reading his morning paper when he heard the cluttering of his letterbox. He turned his head towards Harry. "Go get that" he murmured. Harry dutifully went to collect the mail. Apart from the usual assortment of bills and junk mail, there was one letter that instantly caught Harry's attention. The address was written in a neat script that Harry thought seemed very familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He gave the letters to Uncle Vernon back in the living room, and, as Harry had hoped, he tossed the bills and junk mail aside and opened the other letter first. As he scanned the letter, his face changed from one of boredom to obvious excitement.
"This is it!" he exclaimed. "Petunia! Petunia! Come here!" Aunt Petunia walked groggily in from the kitchen where she had been washing the breakfast pots. "What is it now?" she asked. "This is it!" Vernon repeated, "This is where we can send that boy! Listen: 'Granger's is one of the top carers in the country, and will willingly take your child no matter what is on his record. If you want to leave your child here, please reply to Grangers, 16, Derryview Lane, Suffolk, or come in person." Aunt Petunia let out a rather high-pitched squeak of delight which made Harry's ears hurt. "And I thought we might have had to bring him along with us! This is wonderful news! When can we get rid of him?"
"Tomorrow." Uncle Vernon cheerily replied.