Days of future past
Disclaimer: I in no way own the Harry Potter series cause it belongs to J.K Rowling. Authors Note: This is my first ever fanfic so go on easy on me. Please.
CHAPTER 1
POSITIVE BEGININGS
Slowly the raindrop flowed down the glass and to the windowsill like a feather descending down to earth on a light autumn zephyr. Watching the rain was a 14 well 15yr old boy. well young man since he had a little growth spurt over the summer, leaving his thin frame behind he now had a leath athletic well toned build. His face had grown out from the boyish charm and had matured into an attractive face of a young man. Exquisite emerald eyes slightly obscured by an untidy mat of raven black hair watched sadly from his darkened room the light droplets of water outside his bedroom window. The yellowish tint of the streetlights below reflected on his young and handsome face while he ran his fingers along the prominent scar that symbolized his fame and .curse. Orphaned at an early age he was forced to live with his aunt, uncle and his porkish cousin at No.4 Privet Drive, the dreariest and most dull street in all of England or so he thought.
Harry Potter- a soon to be fifth year student of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. He smiled at the thought. Standing from his reclined position on his bed he stood at the bedroom window watching the rain and the empty street below. The feeling of loneliness crept up again as he thought of his friends, Ron weasley- the red haired mischievous sometimes-daft best friend and .Hermione Granger the dependable and intelligent for her own good girl who was completely oblivious to her own beauty was just some of the things that Harry loved about her. Of course she's oblivious to the fact of his deep feelings for her though. Smiling again at the thought of his two best friends he wondered what they were up to now. Another lonely birthday thought Harry.
"Well at least there isn't any heavy deliveries for you this year hedwig"; Harry said smiling sadly at his snow-white owl, which was perched in his open cage in the warm corner of the room. The owl replied by giving sympathetic hoots and nods.
Silent minutes passed, as Harry thought of the events that occurred in the previous year. The Tri-wizard tournament, Cedric Diggory's death and. Voldemort's chilling rise to power. It seemed that all he feared seemed to have come to pass. He remembered the searing pain of the cruciatus curse, as he was stunned with it twice while being forced to duel for his life against the dark lord himself. And Guilt for Cedric's death corroding away his confidence and spirit to ruins leaving him vulnerable and weak. But he knew he had to overcome this in order to face the dark times ahead.
Ripped from his reverie by a constant tapping on the window in front of him proved to be an owl requesting entrance. Opening the window, a rush of cold wind and light moist sprinkles of rain greeted his face. In flew the barn grey owl, which circled twice around his room before dropping a letter envelope on his bed and whizzing back through the window into the cold night air. Watching the owl fly away until it completely disappeared into the distance Harry wondered what this letter could be as he picked it up and read the return address. Harry read the address name and having no clue to which it belonged until he spotted the unmistakable name of. "Hermione" he breathed quietly. Quickly tearing open the letter he read.
Dear Harry, Hi! How have you been Harry? Hope those muggles are treating you right. Sorry Ron and I haven't been writing often but I just got back from a holiday with my family to visit my Aunt and uncle in Yorkshire and I think Ron's owl pig is ill so he can't deliver any letters . By the way Harry HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Oh I'll bet your wondering where your gift is Harry but I've been begging my parents all summer to let you come and stay with me until school starts and they said yes! So I'll be giving you your present when you arrive here. My parents already bought you a train ticket (which was in the envelope) so come as soon as you can okay?
Love, Hermione.
Harry couldn't believe his luck, the remaining time of his holidays away from the Dursleys and best of all a summer with Hermione! Things were starting to look up. Harry lay on his bed and read the letter again, particularly the last line 'Love, Hermione' Harry thought about this and wondered when she started to write that. but soon his eyes grew heavy and he fell asleep to the serene sound of rain outside his room, with a small smile playing on his lips he slowly slipped in to darkness.
***** Harry awoke the next morning at 7.00am which was pretty early even for his standards feeling excited and light footed with the prospect of getting away from the Dursleys and spending the remaining summer holidays with Hermione and her family. He quickly set to packing all his things like his firebolt which he cast a shrinking spell on, the broom cleaning kit Hermione got him for his 14th birthday, quills, parchments, potions ingredients and everything else needed for Hogwarts. Lugging his large trunk and hedwig and her cage down stairs as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake the Adams family he crept into the kitchen hoping to grab a bite to eat before he set off. He got quite a surprise when he saw his Aunt Petunia in the kitchen wearing a fluffy lavender nightgown; she was seated at the dinner table with what seemed to be breakfast already prepared on the table. "Aunt Petunia.. I.I.", Harry stammered not really knowing what to say. "Morning Harry", she said with the first sincere smile Harry had ever seen directed at him. "Sit and have breakfast", she said gesturing to the table. Harry sat and began to eat. Harry stopped half way through a spoonful of eggs and gave her a quizzical look and asked, "Why are you being so nice to me?", she smiled sadly and Harry could've sworn he saw tears forming behind her eyes. "Because you're my nephew.and.and I think its time a start treating you like one", she said seriously. "Now finish up quickly before Vernon wakes up and you can be on your way", she said clearing the table. Harry jerked his head up and asked, "How did you know I was leaving?", while he brought the remaining plates to the sink. "Your luggage sort of gave you away dear", she said laughing lightly. Harry smiled sheepishly and slowly moved to leave. "Well goodbye Harry, have fun at your school and I'll be seeing you when you come back", she said giving a small smile. Harry said his goodbyes picked up his trunk and walked on out. The second he set foot outside he felt a cool breeze and smiled as the fresh morning air waved his wild hair about. The sky was still a darkish blue colour as it normally was before sunrise, the road and some home rooftops still appeared shiny and sleek from the nights rain, which always brought along the smell of wet dirt in Harry's opinion. Hearing the faint sounds of dogs barking in the distance and the subtle sound of cars meant that the day was quickly beginning. Picking up his trunk Harry proceeded to a nearby bus top, which would take him to the nearest muggle train station. Taking a seat at the empty bus stop his mind was already imagining all the fun he would have with Hermione and the approaching school year. *****
Disclaimer: I in no way own the Harry Potter series cause it belongs to J.K Rowling. Authors Note: This is my first ever fanfic so go on easy on me. Please.
CHAPTER 1
POSITIVE BEGININGS
Slowly the raindrop flowed down the glass and to the windowsill like a feather descending down to earth on a light autumn zephyr. Watching the rain was a 14 well 15yr old boy. well young man since he had a little growth spurt over the summer, leaving his thin frame behind he now had a leath athletic well toned build. His face had grown out from the boyish charm and had matured into an attractive face of a young man. Exquisite emerald eyes slightly obscured by an untidy mat of raven black hair watched sadly from his darkened room the light droplets of water outside his bedroom window. The yellowish tint of the streetlights below reflected on his young and handsome face while he ran his fingers along the prominent scar that symbolized his fame and .curse. Orphaned at an early age he was forced to live with his aunt, uncle and his porkish cousin at No.4 Privet Drive, the dreariest and most dull street in all of England or so he thought.
Harry Potter- a soon to be fifth year student of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. He smiled at the thought. Standing from his reclined position on his bed he stood at the bedroom window watching the rain and the empty street below. The feeling of loneliness crept up again as he thought of his friends, Ron weasley- the red haired mischievous sometimes-daft best friend and .Hermione Granger the dependable and intelligent for her own good girl who was completely oblivious to her own beauty was just some of the things that Harry loved about her. Of course she's oblivious to the fact of his deep feelings for her though. Smiling again at the thought of his two best friends he wondered what they were up to now. Another lonely birthday thought Harry.
"Well at least there isn't any heavy deliveries for you this year hedwig"; Harry said smiling sadly at his snow-white owl, which was perched in his open cage in the warm corner of the room. The owl replied by giving sympathetic hoots and nods.
Silent minutes passed, as Harry thought of the events that occurred in the previous year. The Tri-wizard tournament, Cedric Diggory's death and. Voldemort's chilling rise to power. It seemed that all he feared seemed to have come to pass. He remembered the searing pain of the cruciatus curse, as he was stunned with it twice while being forced to duel for his life against the dark lord himself. And Guilt for Cedric's death corroding away his confidence and spirit to ruins leaving him vulnerable and weak. But he knew he had to overcome this in order to face the dark times ahead.
Ripped from his reverie by a constant tapping on the window in front of him proved to be an owl requesting entrance. Opening the window, a rush of cold wind and light moist sprinkles of rain greeted his face. In flew the barn grey owl, which circled twice around his room before dropping a letter envelope on his bed and whizzing back through the window into the cold night air. Watching the owl fly away until it completely disappeared into the distance Harry wondered what this letter could be as he picked it up and read the return address. Harry read the address name and having no clue to which it belonged until he spotted the unmistakable name of. "Hermione" he breathed quietly. Quickly tearing open the letter he read.
Dear Harry, Hi! How have you been Harry? Hope those muggles are treating you right. Sorry Ron and I haven't been writing often but I just got back from a holiday with my family to visit my Aunt and uncle in Yorkshire and I think Ron's owl pig is ill so he can't deliver any letters . By the way Harry HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Oh I'll bet your wondering where your gift is Harry but I've been begging my parents all summer to let you come and stay with me until school starts and they said yes! So I'll be giving you your present when you arrive here. My parents already bought you a train ticket (which was in the envelope) so come as soon as you can okay?
Love, Hermione.
Harry couldn't believe his luck, the remaining time of his holidays away from the Dursleys and best of all a summer with Hermione! Things were starting to look up. Harry lay on his bed and read the letter again, particularly the last line 'Love, Hermione' Harry thought about this and wondered when she started to write that. but soon his eyes grew heavy and he fell asleep to the serene sound of rain outside his room, with a small smile playing on his lips he slowly slipped in to darkness.
***** Harry awoke the next morning at 7.00am which was pretty early even for his standards feeling excited and light footed with the prospect of getting away from the Dursleys and spending the remaining summer holidays with Hermione and her family. He quickly set to packing all his things like his firebolt which he cast a shrinking spell on, the broom cleaning kit Hermione got him for his 14th birthday, quills, parchments, potions ingredients and everything else needed for Hogwarts. Lugging his large trunk and hedwig and her cage down stairs as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake the Adams family he crept into the kitchen hoping to grab a bite to eat before he set off. He got quite a surprise when he saw his Aunt Petunia in the kitchen wearing a fluffy lavender nightgown; she was seated at the dinner table with what seemed to be breakfast already prepared on the table. "Aunt Petunia.. I.I.", Harry stammered not really knowing what to say. "Morning Harry", she said with the first sincere smile Harry had ever seen directed at him. "Sit and have breakfast", she said gesturing to the table. Harry sat and began to eat. Harry stopped half way through a spoonful of eggs and gave her a quizzical look and asked, "Why are you being so nice to me?", she smiled sadly and Harry could've sworn he saw tears forming behind her eyes. "Because you're my nephew.and.and I think its time a start treating you like one", she said seriously. "Now finish up quickly before Vernon wakes up and you can be on your way", she said clearing the table. Harry jerked his head up and asked, "How did you know I was leaving?", while he brought the remaining plates to the sink. "Your luggage sort of gave you away dear", she said laughing lightly. Harry smiled sheepishly and slowly moved to leave. "Well goodbye Harry, have fun at your school and I'll be seeing you when you come back", she said giving a small smile. Harry said his goodbyes picked up his trunk and walked on out. The second he set foot outside he felt a cool breeze and smiled as the fresh morning air waved his wild hair about. The sky was still a darkish blue colour as it normally was before sunrise, the road and some home rooftops still appeared shiny and sleek from the nights rain, which always brought along the smell of wet dirt in Harry's opinion. Hearing the faint sounds of dogs barking in the distance and the subtle sound of cars meant that the day was quickly beginning. Picking up his trunk Harry proceeded to a nearby bus top, which would take him to the nearest muggle train station. Taking a seat at the empty bus stop his mind was already imagining all the fun he would have with Hermione and the approaching school year. *****