He awoke sitting up and stretching. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and
sat up. Looking around he remembers where he is and why. He stifles a
tear and lays back down staring at the sky lost in thought.
Slowly after almost an hour he stirred, getting up and slowly walking towards the stream nearby. He walked as though still asleep obviously still deep in thought. He passed an elderly couple to whom he gave a curt nod. He bent and drank, as he did his problems seemed to melt away, a smile appeared on his face and he stood up straight. Now it was possible to see that he was a young man about fifteen, tall, broad, and topped with a mess of unruly hair.
He drearily walked back to under the large oak tree where he had spent the night. He reached into his trunk and pulled out a semi-clean cloak. He shedded the one he was wearing and donned the new one. After he took out his wand and muttered "gudacio," making his trunk smaller so it could fit in his pocket. Looking around he held out his hands and said " Accio Firebolt " he waited patiently for about 30 seconds until he saw it, his glorious Firebolt, streaking toward him. It stopped right in front of him and he swung up unto it well saying, "prufunisimo" and vanishing from sight.
Meanwhile many miles away Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley were boarding the Hogwarts Express. They were talking about all sorts of things but mainly the Order of the Phoenix. They had all spent most of the summer at number 12-grimmauld place and still knew nothing of what was happening. They all knew of the prophecy from the year before. Harry now of age had been practicing magic the entire summer he now was in his and his friend's opinion, better then anyone at school (except Hermione). Hermione and Draco had become head Boy and Girl and had had to sit up front until they could talk to the prefects.
"I can believe that Dumbledore made Draco Head Boy," chided Hermione, "he's an idiot and will obviously abuse his power"
"Yeah but id like to see him mess with my man Harry now," said Ron.
Harry just smiled and looked out the window, staring at what appeared to be a figure riding a broom following the train. " Ron, Hermione, Look at this," He says pointing out the window.
"I don't know do u think that they're going to Hogwarts?" Asked Hermione, " he looks like he might be our age"
Maybe, but I didn't think that you were allowed to fly into Hogwarts, remember our little escapade with your dad's car" reminded Harry.
"He whatever he's riding its fast he's already gone," noticed Ron
Harry wanted to know what this was about but in all honesty didn't really care; he was still trying to figure out a way that he could find out more from Dumbledore. Dumbledore was the only person in the order that didn't treat him as though he was still a child. He understood Harry better than even Sirius had. At the thought of Sirius a single tear rolled down his cheek.
He brushed it away quickly not wanting Hermione and Ron to see his weakness. " I wonder if he's going to be in our house," Hermione and Ron had continued the conversation without him.
Slowly after almost an hour he stirred, getting up and slowly walking towards the stream nearby. He walked as though still asleep obviously still deep in thought. He passed an elderly couple to whom he gave a curt nod. He bent and drank, as he did his problems seemed to melt away, a smile appeared on his face and he stood up straight. Now it was possible to see that he was a young man about fifteen, tall, broad, and topped with a mess of unruly hair.
He drearily walked back to under the large oak tree where he had spent the night. He reached into his trunk and pulled out a semi-clean cloak. He shedded the one he was wearing and donned the new one. After he took out his wand and muttered "gudacio," making his trunk smaller so it could fit in his pocket. Looking around he held out his hands and said " Accio Firebolt " he waited patiently for about 30 seconds until he saw it, his glorious Firebolt, streaking toward him. It stopped right in front of him and he swung up unto it well saying, "prufunisimo" and vanishing from sight.
Meanwhile many miles away Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley were boarding the Hogwarts Express. They were talking about all sorts of things but mainly the Order of the Phoenix. They had all spent most of the summer at number 12-grimmauld place and still knew nothing of what was happening. They all knew of the prophecy from the year before. Harry now of age had been practicing magic the entire summer he now was in his and his friend's opinion, better then anyone at school (except Hermione). Hermione and Draco had become head Boy and Girl and had had to sit up front until they could talk to the prefects.
"I can believe that Dumbledore made Draco Head Boy," chided Hermione, "he's an idiot and will obviously abuse his power"
"Yeah but id like to see him mess with my man Harry now," said Ron.
Harry just smiled and looked out the window, staring at what appeared to be a figure riding a broom following the train. " Ron, Hermione, Look at this," He says pointing out the window.
"I don't know do u think that they're going to Hogwarts?" Asked Hermione, " he looks like he might be our age"
Maybe, but I didn't think that you were allowed to fly into Hogwarts, remember our little escapade with your dad's car" reminded Harry.
"He whatever he's riding its fast he's already gone," noticed Ron
Harry wanted to know what this was about but in all honesty didn't really care; he was still trying to figure out a way that he could find out more from Dumbledore. Dumbledore was the only person in the order that didn't treat him as though he was still a child. He understood Harry better than even Sirius had. At the thought of Sirius a single tear rolled down his cheek.
He brushed it away quickly not wanting Hermione and Ron to see his weakness. " I wonder if he's going to be in our house," Hermione and Ron had continued the conversation without him.
