Hello there.
The overwhelming lack of response (not a single review) to my first chapter almost made me scrap this story all together. But then I thought...why? I like the story. So what if no one else does.
So I'm posting all of the chapters I have written so far. I'm in the middle of writting the next one and it'll be up soon.
If you like what you read, please let me know...cause even with what I said above, I do like encouragement. *G*
Hey...even if you don't like it, let me know. And why. I'm flame proof...but apparently not ignore proof. *G*
Thanks! and enjoy!
I do not own Harry Potter. This story is just for fun. Suing me will get you nothing but wasted time and an over-priced lawyer bill.
One Night Chapter 2 What's Going On?
Harry drifted awake slowly, with the ease of someone who's slept himself out and had all the time in the world to open his eyes. It was not a sensation Harry was familiar with. Not even when he was at school was he really ever able to sleep very late, even on the weekends. Someone was always waking him up to go to breakfast or Quidditch practice or to investigate something or another. His half awake mind reveled in the rare, lazy joy of waking up on its own.
The first thing he really became aware of was that for some reason...that he honestly couldn't imagine...he was on the floor. Now, it wasn't too unusual for him to wind up on the floor in the night. His nightmares were often enough to make him fall out of the bed. Of course it usually woke him up...and when it didn't it certainly woke his aunt and uncle who in turn did wake him up. Most unpleasantly.
While he puzzled over why he was asleep on the floor, Harry slowly became aware of another fact. It was bright in his room. Very bright. At least noon bright. With that realization, the boy bolted up with a gasp, ready to rush downstairs in a panic. Only he froze when he caught sight of his room.
It was empty.
Completely empty.
There was no bed. No desk. No old junk cluttering the floor and corners. There was nothing. Nothing but dust. It almost looked like the room hadn't been used in years. Hedwig's cage was even gone. Harry turned in a full circle three times trying to process what he was seeing. And he was failing miserably.
His aunt and uncle couldn't have done it...there's just no way he would have slept through every single item in his room being moved. Especially Hedwig. She would have made so much noise... But where was she? Then a thought occurred to him that made him groan and he fell to his knees to pry up the loose floorboard where he'd stashed his most precious possessions. His father's cloak. His photo album. The letters from his friends and godfather. Things he didn't want to...couldn't stand to...spend the entire summer without. Where they still there? Harry let out a cry of despair when he got the piece of wood up and found the space as empty as his room was.
Gone.
It was all gone.
For a moment, Harry couldn't do anything but stare in disbelief at the empty hole in the floor. There was no way. No possible way that anyone could have taken those things without him knowing. He was such a light sleeper these days...and the hide-away was under his bed! Which meant that if someone had taken his belongings, they would have had to have done it after they removed the bed.
But how?
And who?
The only way it could have been done was to keep him asleep with a spell...but who would do that? Who would spell him only to take his stuff...the only wizards he knew of who would do such a thing would kill him if they could cast a spell at him. Not keep him asleep so they could steal his stuff. It was ridiculous.
Unless it was some wild prank. Maybe the Weasley twins? No. Harry shook his head. That didn't make any sense. Fred and George loved a good practical joke...but Harry didn't think they'd go this far. Besides...he was in much worse shape now than he'd been when they and Ron had 'rescued' him the summer before second year...and he'd like to think they'd be more concerned than to play a rather mean prank like this. So that ruled out the Weasleys. But who in the world did that leave?
Determined to get to the bottom of the mystery, and find out just where exactly his belongings had vanished to, Harry stood up and went to the door. He pounded on it, knowing it would still be locked, and yelled, "Uncle Vernon...Aunt Petunia...Dudley? Anyone out there?"
After a few minutes of this though, he stopped, his hand was getting sore and he had a suspicious feeling that there really wasn't anyone out there. The horrifying thought occurred to him that maybe they did take his stuff. Maybe they did...and then moved out...and left him here...locked in this room...defenseless...
Harry panicked. He began pounding on the door again desperately, screaming for anyone to let him out. He almost felt like the walls of the room were closing in on him...getting closer and closer...and was it getting dimmer? It was! It was almost like being in that damn cupboard again... Harry grabbed hopelessly at the door handle, crying now in near hysterical fear...
And the door opened.
It opened like it had never been locked at all. In fact...all the padlocks and door chains where gone. And as Harry, stunned to silence by this spectacular event, examined the door, he realized with still further shock that the cat door through which he was usually fed...was gone. Like it had never been.
Harry felt his knees go all watery and sat down. Just what the hell was going on here?
To Be Continued...
The overwhelming lack of response (not a single review) to my first chapter almost made me scrap this story all together. But then I thought...why? I like the story. So what if no one else does.
So I'm posting all of the chapters I have written so far. I'm in the middle of writting the next one and it'll be up soon.
If you like what you read, please let me know...cause even with what I said above, I do like encouragement. *G*
Hey...even if you don't like it, let me know. And why. I'm flame proof...but apparently not ignore proof. *G*
Thanks! and enjoy!
I do not own Harry Potter. This story is just for fun. Suing me will get you nothing but wasted time and an over-priced lawyer bill.
Harry drifted awake slowly, with the ease of someone who's slept himself out and had all the time in the world to open his eyes. It was not a sensation Harry was familiar with. Not even when he was at school was he really ever able to sleep very late, even on the weekends. Someone was always waking him up to go to breakfast or Quidditch practice or to investigate something or another. His half awake mind reveled in the rare, lazy joy of waking up on its own.
The first thing he really became aware of was that for some reason...that he honestly couldn't imagine...he was on the floor. Now, it wasn't too unusual for him to wind up on the floor in the night. His nightmares were often enough to make him fall out of the bed. Of course it usually woke him up...and when it didn't it certainly woke his aunt and uncle who in turn did wake him up. Most unpleasantly.
While he puzzled over why he was asleep on the floor, Harry slowly became aware of another fact. It was bright in his room. Very bright. At least noon bright. With that realization, the boy bolted up with a gasp, ready to rush downstairs in a panic. Only he froze when he caught sight of his room.
It was empty.
Completely empty.
There was no bed. No desk. No old junk cluttering the floor and corners. There was nothing. Nothing but dust. It almost looked like the room hadn't been used in years. Hedwig's cage was even gone. Harry turned in a full circle three times trying to process what he was seeing. And he was failing miserably.
His aunt and uncle couldn't have done it...there's just no way he would have slept through every single item in his room being moved. Especially Hedwig. She would have made so much noise... But where was she? Then a thought occurred to him that made him groan and he fell to his knees to pry up the loose floorboard where he'd stashed his most precious possessions. His father's cloak. His photo album. The letters from his friends and godfather. Things he didn't want to...couldn't stand to...spend the entire summer without. Where they still there? Harry let out a cry of despair when he got the piece of wood up and found the space as empty as his room was.
Gone.
It was all gone.
For a moment, Harry couldn't do anything but stare in disbelief at the empty hole in the floor. There was no way. No possible way that anyone could have taken those things without him knowing. He was such a light sleeper these days...and the hide-away was under his bed! Which meant that if someone had taken his belongings, they would have had to have done it after they removed the bed.
But how?
And who?
The only way it could have been done was to keep him asleep with a spell...but who would do that? Who would spell him only to take his stuff...the only wizards he knew of who would do such a thing would kill him if they could cast a spell at him. Not keep him asleep so they could steal his stuff. It was ridiculous.
Unless it was some wild prank. Maybe the Weasley twins? No. Harry shook his head. That didn't make any sense. Fred and George loved a good practical joke...but Harry didn't think they'd go this far. Besides...he was in much worse shape now than he'd been when they and Ron had 'rescued' him the summer before second year...and he'd like to think they'd be more concerned than to play a rather mean prank like this. So that ruled out the Weasleys. But who in the world did that leave?
Determined to get to the bottom of the mystery, and find out just where exactly his belongings had vanished to, Harry stood up and went to the door. He pounded on it, knowing it would still be locked, and yelled, "Uncle Vernon...Aunt Petunia...Dudley? Anyone out there?"
After a few minutes of this though, he stopped, his hand was getting sore and he had a suspicious feeling that there really wasn't anyone out there. The horrifying thought occurred to him that maybe they did take his stuff. Maybe they did...and then moved out...and left him here...locked in this room...defenseless...
Harry panicked. He began pounding on the door again desperately, screaming for anyone to let him out. He almost felt like the walls of the room were closing in on him...getting closer and closer...and was it getting dimmer? It was! It was almost like being in that damn cupboard again... Harry grabbed hopelessly at the door handle, crying now in near hysterical fear...
And the door opened.
It opened like it had never been locked at all. In fact...all the padlocks and door chains where gone. And as Harry, stunned to silence by this spectacular event, examined the door, he realized with still further shock that the cat door through which he was usually fed...was gone. Like it had never been.
Harry felt his knees go all watery and sat down. Just what the hell was going on here?
To Be Continued...