Ch .I The Unexpected Visitors
The students are just coming back from Christmas break. Harry and Ron wake up after a night of heart-pumping fun. They had just safely returned to Hogwarts. They are now in their final year. They had just returned from The Gigantic Broomstick, a gay club in Hogsmeade.
Harry woke up with his forehead burning. He just dreamt that Voldemort was outside of his room. Harry was scared but also aroused. His hormones were racing out of proportion. Ron woke up as he felt something on the side of him poking.
"Stop will you, you are starting to freak me out, Harry," said Ron grumpily, "you have made a great jump to our side of sexuality, I'm very surprised."
Harry is speechless, turning the other way as he turns red. "I had the dream again! Voldemort is right behind the door!" exclaimed Harry.
"Bloody, Harry no one is behind the door!" said Ron reassuringly. "How many times have I told you we are safe in Hogwarts?!" asked Ron.
"I know we are, but my head was burning," replied Harry.
"Oy, I believe I know how to cure that one mate!" exclaimed Ron, with a pleasant smirk.
"Not that one, idiot!" answered Harry, "my forehead is going berserk like every time it does, Voldemort is somewhere around."
Knock!
"What was that?" bellowed Harry as he jumped out of the bed, naked.
"I don't know...go answer, Harry," Ron whispered cautiously?
The door flung open. It was Dudley Dursley, Harry's cousin.
"What in bloody hell are you doing here?" screamed Harry shocked to see his cousin.
"I...I am here because mum and dad have...they have died!" cried Dudley, now a hefty teenager who looks more like a mini Hagrid.
"What... are you talking about?" asked Harry nervously, "what happened to them Dudley?"
Dudley sat petrified, as if he couldn't believe what he had just said.
"Answer me, damn it!" screamed a frusterated Harry.
"Some bloody wizard in a cloak came searching for you! He thought you would be at our house for Christmas," said Dudley, crying softly.
Harry looked up at Ron, and quickly ran back to his bed. Even though the Dursleys were horrible to him, deep down - he loved them. He spent eleven years of his life living at the Dursley's house. Harry broke out, pouring tears. He knew just what Dudley felt, because Harry's parents had also died together.
"What happened?" Harry asked softly.
"Well, it was Christmas Day and my parents were...in the family room drinking. Drinking their evening tea. I was in my bedroom, furious that they only got me a new TV and stereo," said Dudley, in angst, as if he were still mad about the presents. "I really wanted a new computer," Dudley then added, "then I heard the door burst open as screams...and moans filled the air. I was terrified so I hid in a secret compartment where I hid brownies and cookies when I was on my diet. Then I heard their screams. My parents had died, I felt in my bones as they screamed for help."
The students are just coming back from Christmas break. Harry and Ron wake up after a night of heart-pumping fun. They had just safely returned to Hogwarts. They are now in their final year. They had just returned from The Gigantic Broomstick, a gay club in Hogsmeade.
Harry woke up with his forehead burning. He just dreamt that Voldemort was outside of his room. Harry was scared but also aroused. His hormones were racing out of proportion. Ron woke up as he felt something on the side of him poking.
"Stop will you, you are starting to freak me out, Harry," said Ron grumpily, "you have made a great jump to our side of sexuality, I'm very surprised."
Harry is speechless, turning the other way as he turns red. "I had the dream again! Voldemort is right behind the door!" exclaimed Harry.
"Bloody, Harry no one is behind the door!" said Ron reassuringly. "How many times have I told you we are safe in Hogwarts?!" asked Ron.
"I know we are, but my head was burning," replied Harry.
"Oy, I believe I know how to cure that one mate!" exclaimed Ron, with a pleasant smirk.
"Not that one, idiot!" answered Harry, "my forehead is going berserk like every time it does, Voldemort is somewhere around."
Knock!
"What was that?" bellowed Harry as he jumped out of the bed, naked.
"I don't know...go answer, Harry," Ron whispered cautiously?
The door flung open. It was Dudley Dursley, Harry's cousin.
"What in bloody hell are you doing here?" screamed Harry shocked to see his cousin.
"I...I am here because mum and dad have...they have died!" cried Dudley, now a hefty teenager who looks more like a mini Hagrid.
"What... are you talking about?" asked Harry nervously, "what happened to them Dudley?"
Dudley sat petrified, as if he couldn't believe what he had just said.
"Answer me, damn it!" screamed a frusterated Harry.
"Some bloody wizard in a cloak came searching for you! He thought you would be at our house for Christmas," said Dudley, crying softly.
Harry looked up at Ron, and quickly ran back to his bed. Even though the Dursleys were horrible to him, deep down - he loved them. He spent eleven years of his life living at the Dursley's house. Harry broke out, pouring tears. He knew just what Dudley felt, because Harry's parents had also died together.
"What happened?" Harry asked softly.
"Well, it was Christmas Day and my parents were...in the family room drinking. Drinking their evening tea. I was in my bedroom, furious that they only got me a new TV and stereo," said Dudley, in angst, as if he were still mad about the presents. "I really wanted a new computer," Dudley then added, "then I heard the door burst open as screams...and moans filled the air. I was terrified so I hid in a secret compartment where I hid brownies and cookies when I was on my diet. Then I heard their screams. My parents had died, I felt in my bones as they screamed for help."