Hi all. I'm back. I'm soooo sorry I haven't uploaded for so long but I've
had exams and things. Anyway! Harry Potter! I'm still not sure if this is
funny or serious, but read it anyway.
Oh yeah. Disclaimer. Harry Potter not mine, nothing invented by rowling
mine (unfortunately) and blah blah blah.
Harry Potter and the Hidden Assassin
Harry sighed to himself as he gazed out of the window of no. 4, Privet Drive. It was a gloomy night, the clouds looming ominously overhead, promising thunder. He peered out into the darkness, straining his eyes to their limit, hoping to catch a glimpse of Hedwig returning, but there was no sign of her.
It had not been an enjoyable birthday. Dudley had brought his friend Pierce round for the day, and, as usual, they had engaged in the entertaining sport of Harry Bashing. However Harry, finding that over his fifth year at Hogwarts he had grown almost three inches and was now taller than Pierce and nearly as tall as Dudley, had, for the first time, retaliated and given Pierce a bleeding nose. He smiled to himself as he recalled Ron's lessons in punching people ("Just hit'em straight, Harry. If they're bigger than you, run). Uncle Vernon, furious, had confined Harry to his room and confiscated all his writing equipment - in one way it had been amusing to watch him crawling around on the floor, trying to find every single pencil in the room, but it also meant that he had absolutely no way of communicating with - well, with anyone at all. What was the use of an owl if you couldn't send anyone letters? Harry sighed and shut his window. Hedwig would not return that night.
Suddenly a soft object hurtled into the glass. Harry, hoping that it was Hedwig, padded over to the window, opened it, and caught the unconscious Errol before he fell off the sill. He laid the faintly breathing owl on the bed and peeled the sodden envelope from his leg.
Hoping it was a letter from Ron, he opened the envelope. Instead he found a sodden mass of gunge and a piece of paper that had probably been intended as a note, but had been washed completely free of ink. It was evidently raining wherever Ron lived.
Harry sighed and put the envelope on his radiator to dry. Whatever the gunk was supposed to be might reveal itself when it was dry. Meanwhile he reverted to banging his cupboard door to annoy Dudley, who was trying to sleep in the next room.
And end. First chapter. Second chapter underway. Please review!!
Harry Potter and the Hidden Assassin
Harry sighed to himself as he gazed out of the window of no. 4, Privet Drive. It was a gloomy night, the clouds looming ominously overhead, promising thunder. He peered out into the darkness, straining his eyes to their limit, hoping to catch a glimpse of Hedwig returning, but there was no sign of her.
It had not been an enjoyable birthday. Dudley had brought his friend Pierce round for the day, and, as usual, they had engaged in the entertaining sport of Harry Bashing. However Harry, finding that over his fifth year at Hogwarts he had grown almost three inches and was now taller than Pierce and nearly as tall as Dudley, had, for the first time, retaliated and given Pierce a bleeding nose. He smiled to himself as he recalled Ron's lessons in punching people ("Just hit'em straight, Harry. If they're bigger than you, run). Uncle Vernon, furious, had confined Harry to his room and confiscated all his writing equipment - in one way it had been amusing to watch him crawling around on the floor, trying to find every single pencil in the room, but it also meant that he had absolutely no way of communicating with - well, with anyone at all. What was the use of an owl if you couldn't send anyone letters? Harry sighed and shut his window. Hedwig would not return that night.
Suddenly a soft object hurtled into the glass. Harry, hoping that it was Hedwig, padded over to the window, opened it, and caught the unconscious Errol before he fell off the sill. He laid the faintly breathing owl on the bed and peeled the sodden envelope from his leg.
Hoping it was a letter from Ron, he opened the envelope. Instead he found a sodden mass of gunge and a piece of paper that had probably been intended as a note, but had been washed completely free of ink. It was evidently raining wherever Ron lived.
Harry sighed and put the envelope on his radiator to dry. Whatever the gunk was supposed to be might reveal itself when it was dry. Meanwhile he reverted to banging his cupboard door to annoy Dudley, who was trying to sleep in the next room.
And end. First chapter. Second chapter underway. Please review!!
