Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did I would be a bazionaire. I
would not post small childish stories on this site. I would publish them
and make even more. I am not dissing Harry Potter I am insulting my own
writing skills. JKR if you read this please do not sue me. If you do you
will you will only gain the thirty odd cents that I have in my pocket.
Author's note: If you can call me an author. Since my chapters are so short (and I probably won't be able to make them longer since I suck at writing) I can post chapters one at a time or in groups. Reply in reviews or email me at brian567676@yahoo.com. (You can ask me about the story suggest ides, or just talk about anything including my favorite topic Harry Potter.)
Chapter One: the Dursleys House
It was a cool breezy summer day at the Dursleys the leaves where blowing and the nice summer night was cold. It was late at night and only one light was lit at Privet drive. 16-Year-old Harry Potter was reading letters from Hermoine and Ron when a he heard a noise from behind him he turned around and saw nothing. Harry was getting tired and thought he was hearing things. He looked out his room but know one was there. He went back inside his room and Dobby jumping up and down looking quite scared.
"Dobby what are you doing here" said Harry wondering
"Dobby must tell Harry" Dobby said crying
" Tell Harry what," said Harry very angrily
" Its Colin and Denis Creavy they are both dead sir" said Dobby.
"Oh well, I don't care as long as it is no one from the order that is hurt" said Harry
Dobby stops crying then says: "Oh"
With a crack Dobby was gone. He was able to leave at midnight tonight. He was not going to the Weasly's this summer. Him, Ron and Ginny were all going to hermione's house this summer. Since the older Weasly's were all going to be working for the order. Ron and Ginny were going to be dropped off at Wednesday. The Grangers were supposed to come get him Tuesday after noon. He had a surprise for them he was going to go to their house with a port key. Dumbledore had taught him to do it yesterday, which was Friday. He had permission to leave at 12:00, which was in 5 minutes. He grabbed out uncle Vernon's oldest sock, which he had given to Harry, which was also the port key. He grabbed everything that he owned. The clock struck 12. Then he felt familiar jerk from behind his naval. Next thing he knew he was on hermione's front porch
Author's note: If you can call me an author. Since my chapters are so short (and I probably won't be able to make them longer since I suck at writing) I can post chapters one at a time or in groups. Reply in reviews or email me at brian567676@yahoo.com. (You can ask me about the story suggest ides, or just talk about anything including my favorite topic Harry Potter.)
Chapter One: the Dursleys House
It was a cool breezy summer day at the Dursleys the leaves where blowing and the nice summer night was cold. It was late at night and only one light was lit at Privet drive. 16-Year-old Harry Potter was reading letters from Hermoine and Ron when a he heard a noise from behind him he turned around and saw nothing. Harry was getting tired and thought he was hearing things. He looked out his room but know one was there. He went back inside his room and Dobby jumping up and down looking quite scared.
"Dobby what are you doing here" said Harry wondering
"Dobby must tell Harry" Dobby said crying
" Tell Harry what," said Harry very angrily
" Its Colin and Denis Creavy they are both dead sir" said Dobby.
"Oh well, I don't care as long as it is no one from the order that is hurt" said Harry
Dobby stops crying then says: "Oh"
With a crack Dobby was gone. He was able to leave at midnight tonight. He was not going to the Weasly's this summer. Him, Ron and Ginny were all going to hermione's house this summer. Since the older Weasly's were all going to be working for the order. Ron and Ginny were going to be dropped off at Wednesday. The Grangers were supposed to come get him Tuesday after noon. He had a surprise for them he was going to go to their house with a port key. Dumbledore had taught him to do it yesterday, which was Friday. He had permission to leave at 12:00, which was in 5 minutes. He grabbed out uncle Vernon's oldest sock, which he had given to Harry, which was also the port key. He grabbed everything that he owned. The clock struck 12. Then he felt familiar jerk from behind his naval. Next thing he knew he was on hermione's front porch
