Chapter 3:
A/N: Well, do to the fact that I received a full 2 reviews for the last chapter
and added to the fact that I have nothing better to do this weekend I present
to u chapter 3 of Harry Potter and the story with no title as of now…
Chapter 3
It was a sunny, beautiful day outside No. Four Privet Drive but the mood inside was far from that.
"Boy! Get down here and cook us breakfast," yelled Aunt Petunia to her nephew. "And, make it quick for Dudders and I have to go to London today to go see a new doctor."
For during the previous summer, Harry Potter's cousin Dudley had been on a diet. Of course, this diet had no effect whatsoever on the whale-sized Dudley and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were going to great lengths to see their son get thin. On this particular afternoon they were off to London to see a psychiatrist.
"While
we're out, boy, don't touch anything or it will be nothing to eat for you"
bellowed Uncle Vernon as he slammed the door shut.
Harry Potter hadn't heard a word his uncle had said as he was
busying lying on the floor of his small bedroom knocking his head against the
floor.
"Why couldn't it be me?" he mused as he continued to bang his head into the putrid mustard yellow carpeting. Over the first months of the summer holidays Harry had sunk deeper and deeper into a state of manic depression. This was due to the fact that only a month earlier he had seen a fellow classmate, Cedric Diggory, get murdered and seen the most evil wizard in the history of the world be reborn due to Harry's unwilling donation of blood. There was a rather substantially sized pile of unopened mail sitting on his damaged dresser.
Harry believed that if he lost contact with all of the people who he had close relationships with then people would leave him alone and no one would get killed because of him. There was even a pile of unopened birthday parcels, as he couldn't bring himself to open gifts from people who he did not want to have any relation with in the future.
However, Harry believed that it was going to be his sole responsibility to kill Lord Voldermort. In preparation for this monumental task, he had already finished his summer assignments and had been reviewing and practicing all the spells and hexes he knew. Harry heard a noise but assumed it was nothing. All of a sudden, his door opened and in entered one of the last people Harry would have expected to come strolling into his room at such a time. It was…(I wanted to stop there but in the interest of the common reader I've decided to continue the chapter).
"Sirius!" exclaimed Harry as he pulled his self off the carpet. " What are you doing here?" asked Harry.
"I heard you weren't returning any of your friend's letters so I decided to come over," replied Sirius. "What's wrong, Harry?" he continued.
"Nothing is wrong," said Harry.
"Sure," replied Sirius sarcastically. "What is really wrong, Harry?"
"Nothing," Harry responded once again.
"Fine then, Harry, I'll be reduced to using Truth Serum," Sirius said. Without warning he pulled out a small beaker full of a clear liquid, he overpowered Harry and poured it down his throat.
"Ok, let's begin, Harry" said Sirius, "what is your name?"
"Harry James Potter"
"Who is your godfather?"
"Sirius Black"
"What is causing you to not return your friend's mail?"
" The fact that I don't want to be in correspondence with people who might get hurt because of me later," Harry answered.
"Oh Harry!" Sirius exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? It's not your fault nor will it ever be that Voldemort is back. Like Hagrid said, "What will come will come and we just have to deal with it."
With that Sirius embraced Harry in a big hug and for the next few minutes all they did was cry. After that they talked and talked and only just before the Dursley's came home did Sirius leave Harry's side.
It had been three weeks since Sirius' visit and Harry was looking up. He had returned all of his friends' mail and had been surprised to find among all the birthday presents a subscription to the Daily Prophet and a necklace that would locate any four people at any time just like the Weasley's clock. On this chain Harry put Ron, Hermione, Sirius, and Dumbledore. He was looking forward to visiting the Weasley's in a few weeks as Dumbledore's titanium will had finally broken after numerous daily letters from Ron asking for his permission to allow Harry to stay over for the last week of the summer. Harry's summer up until then had been relatively normal as he still had to do chores for the Dursley's and he had been keeping a regular correspondence with his friends. Harry had been counting down the days until it would be time for him to leave to go visit the Weasley's. The count was at six days, ten hours and thirteen minutes when it happened.
Harry had
fallen asleep the night before while studying to become an Animagus like his
father. When he awoke in the morning he found his copy of the Daily Prophet
lying on his bed. He picked it up and what he found on the cover shook him to
his core. On the cover was the headline "Another Wizard House
Attacked: Home in Ottery St. Catchpole Lies In Ruins!" Below the headline was
a picture of the Burrow.
A/N: That's it, my longest chapter to date it took me only around 45 minutes to
type it as I had most of the chapter outlined. That's my new thing, if I don't
have time to type a chapter I'll try to outline one so I'll be ready in
advance. Hoped u liked it and please R and R!
Peace CPSmily
