bContains Order of the Phoenix Spoilers!!!!!b
Harry was once again back into his small bedroom at the Dursley's house. He had been back at his Aunt and Uncle's muggle house for two weeks, since June 15th, and already counting the days back to Hogwarts. He may have protection at his the Dursley house, but he had no relaxation or joy to be here.
Dudley had lost a few more pounds since last summer, and the nurse told him he was making good progress. Never the less, he had keep up the diet. Today, Uncle Vernon was taking Dudley to London to get a new uniform, a smaller one.
As soon as Uncle Vernon and Dudley drove away in the car, Aunt Petunia called him down from his room in her wretched voice. "I wonder what else she could've thought of me to do?" Harry said venom in his voice.
His straggly aunt was sitting in the living room, holding a teacup with scotch in it. "Sit down Harry." She said shakily. "Harry, I must know what has happened with You-Know-Who over the last year." Harry looked at his suspiciously.
"Why would you want to know?" Harry said stingily, "You hate magic." Aunt Petunia did not look at Harry, but into her scotch. "Harry, I'm sorry for the pain I caused you. I just want to know about the man who killed my sister." "But why?" the young man said accusingly. "You've never cared before!" "Since last year, when you told us about the dementors, since you told us about You-Know-Who com-c-coming back, I've wondered, maybe she shouldn't have died. Maybe that man was wrong." Harry's blood was boiling. "OF COURSE SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE DIED! She was my MOTHER! She was INNOCENT! AND YOU'RE ONLY NOW FIGURING THAT OUT!?!?! SHE WAS YOU SISTER!" his voice ringing around the house, as if under the effect of Sonorus.
Aunt Petunia was now shaking. "Well, I never really thought about it before." She started sobbing. Harry felt a stab of guilt. And then a boulder in his stomach. He said quietly, "I'm sorry." "It's alright dear." Harry was taken back. It was the first time Aunt Petunia ever called him nice, she rarely even called him 'Harry'. Harry decided to give her another chance. "Well, do you want to know just about Voldemort?" There was a gasp from Petunia, even as a muggle, she caught on about saying his name. "Or about the events at Hogwarts leading up to those events?" "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to hear about Hog-hogwarts." Aunt Petunia blushed. Harry gave a weak, forced smile. He told her about Professor Umbridge, the Quibbler and the D.A. and nearly everything between. He didn't tell her anything about Cho. Often she asked questions about people or places, such as Snape. When he came up on the night they went to "rescue" Sirius, Harry choked, the entire scene coming back, and torturing him, his godfathers limp body, through the archway, Bellatrix's cackle...the moment he was trying to put out of his mind, it came rushing from behind the dam.
"Harry? Harry? Are you all right? Why did you stop?" Aunt Petunia's voice came sounding somewhat distant. "Yes, I'll continue." And Harry did. He told Aunt Petunia what happened. And somehow, telling Aunt Petunia almost everything helped. It may have helped him, but not Aunt Petunia. The story had triggered tears from Aunt Petunia.
He realized, he had not cried yet. The tears burst through from his brilliant emerald eyes. They flooded, and he slumped onto the ground crying, pouring, all the anguish of his godfather, the only father he felt he really knew, dead. Harry cried even long after Aunt Petunia stopped crying and looked up. Long after Vernon and Dudley came home. When he finally did stop crying, he drank a lot of water, he knew he had lost a lot by crying. In the kitchen, where Harry was getting a glass of water(s), he looked at the clock.
It was nearly eleven (PM), which meant he had cried for a full ten hours. Harry surprised himself by not feeling ashamed. In fact, he felt relived, and in the most, happy. Even as a last tear fell from his eyes.
~*~Later Days~*~
In a three weeks Harry was getting owls, more than he ever had gotten before. And the funny thing is, they had ipackagesi attached to them! Harry had nearly for gotten his birthday was only a week away, July 31st. He had received letters and gifts from Hermione, Ron, Hagrid, Dumbledore, Tork, Luna, Kingsley, Moody, the Weasely's and Remus. He had only read the letters so far, saving the presents for his birthday. Remus's letter had been the real gift, although he had also sent a package. Remus had invited Harry to his house for a week before moving back into 12 Grimmauld in London again. Dumbledore had already set up a protection at Remus's, so Harry couldn't refuse, not that he wanted to anyway. Harry scribbled a reply back joyfully, agreeing to Remus's plans to pick him up on the 7th of August.
On July 27th, Harry received a large package that from letter, he found was from the D.A., who had pitched in together to get him something. On the 30th, at dinner, the Dursley's presented Harry with his first ever, real present from them. Or at least from Aunt Petunia, who gave him the gold and red-wrapped present warmly, smiling. Uncle Vernon and Dudley on the other hand just stared daggers at the two of them, sitting stiffly in their seat, and Harry knew it wasn't a present they wanted to give.
Harry stayed up til midnight, for the first time shaking with excitement because of his birthday. His sixteenth. The clock clicked midnight.
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Hi! It's the author! My name might sporadically change, as I'm in the middle of an identity crisis!
I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. I just really wanted to write a book on what the 6th book might be like, although I'm not sure how long it might be. I have to admit, the only thing that keeps me writing NORMALLY is reviewers..*hint hint* I don't mind flames, suggestions, critics, and certainly not nice reviews.
I promise I won't update unless I have 1000 words to post for each chapter on average at least. So if you divide my number of words by my chapter amount it should be more than 1000. At least it will if the gauge on Microsoft Word is right.
Bye! And I'll shorten the A/N from now on!
Harry was once again back into his small bedroom at the Dursley's house. He had been back at his Aunt and Uncle's muggle house for two weeks, since June 15th, and already counting the days back to Hogwarts. He may have protection at his the Dursley house, but he had no relaxation or joy to be here.
Dudley had lost a few more pounds since last summer, and the nurse told him he was making good progress. Never the less, he had keep up the diet. Today, Uncle Vernon was taking Dudley to London to get a new uniform, a smaller one.
As soon as Uncle Vernon and Dudley drove away in the car, Aunt Petunia called him down from his room in her wretched voice. "I wonder what else she could've thought of me to do?" Harry said venom in his voice.
His straggly aunt was sitting in the living room, holding a teacup with scotch in it. "Sit down Harry." She said shakily. "Harry, I must know what has happened with You-Know-Who over the last year." Harry looked at his suspiciously.
"Why would you want to know?" Harry said stingily, "You hate magic." Aunt Petunia did not look at Harry, but into her scotch. "Harry, I'm sorry for the pain I caused you. I just want to know about the man who killed my sister." "But why?" the young man said accusingly. "You've never cared before!" "Since last year, when you told us about the dementors, since you told us about You-Know-Who com-c-coming back, I've wondered, maybe she shouldn't have died. Maybe that man was wrong." Harry's blood was boiling. "OF COURSE SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE DIED! She was my MOTHER! She was INNOCENT! AND YOU'RE ONLY NOW FIGURING THAT OUT!?!?! SHE WAS YOU SISTER!" his voice ringing around the house, as if under the effect of Sonorus.
Aunt Petunia was now shaking. "Well, I never really thought about it before." She started sobbing. Harry felt a stab of guilt. And then a boulder in his stomach. He said quietly, "I'm sorry." "It's alright dear." Harry was taken back. It was the first time Aunt Petunia ever called him nice, she rarely even called him 'Harry'. Harry decided to give her another chance. "Well, do you want to know just about Voldemort?" There was a gasp from Petunia, even as a muggle, she caught on about saying his name. "Or about the events at Hogwarts leading up to those events?" "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to hear about Hog-hogwarts." Aunt Petunia blushed. Harry gave a weak, forced smile. He told her about Professor Umbridge, the Quibbler and the D.A. and nearly everything between. He didn't tell her anything about Cho. Often she asked questions about people or places, such as Snape. When he came up on the night they went to "rescue" Sirius, Harry choked, the entire scene coming back, and torturing him, his godfathers limp body, through the archway, Bellatrix's cackle...the moment he was trying to put out of his mind, it came rushing from behind the dam.
"Harry? Harry? Are you all right? Why did you stop?" Aunt Petunia's voice came sounding somewhat distant. "Yes, I'll continue." And Harry did. He told Aunt Petunia what happened. And somehow, telling Aunt Petunia almost everything helped. It may have helped him, but not Aunt Petunia. The story had triggered tears from Aunt Petunia.
He realized, he had not cried yet. The tears burst through from his brilliant emerald eyes. They flooded, and he slumped onto the ground crying, pouring, all the anguish of his godfather, the only father he felt he really knew, dead. Harry cried even long after Aunt Petunia stopped crying and looked up. Long after Vernon and Dudley came home. When he finally did stop crying, he drank a lot of water, he knew he had lost a lot by crying. In the kitchen, where Harry was getting a glass of water(s), he looked at the clock.
It was nearly eleven (PM), which meant he had cried for a full ten hours. Harry surprised himself by not feeling ashamed. In fact, he felt relived, and in the most, happy. Even as a last tear fell from his eyes.
~*~Later Days~*~
In a three weeks Harry was getting owls, more than he ever had gotten before. And the funny thing is, they had ipackagesi attached to them! Harry had nearly for gotten his birthday was only a week away, July 31st. He had received letters and gifts from Hermione, Ron, Hagrid, Dumbledore, Tork, Luna, Kingsley, Moody, the Weasely's and Remus. He had only read the letters so far, saving the presents for his birthday. Remus's letter had been the real gift, although he had also sent a package. Remus had invited Harry to his house for a week before moving back into 12 Grimmauld in London again. Dumbledore had already set up a protection at Remus's, so Harry couldn't refuse, not that he wanted to anyway. Harry scribbled a reply back joyfully, agreeing to Remus's plans to pick him up on the 7th of August.
On July 27th, Harry received a large package that from letter, he found was from the D.A., who had pitched in together to get him something. On the 30th, at dinner, the Dursley's presented Harry with his first ever, real present from them. Or at least from Aunt Petunia, who gave him the gold and red-wrapped present warmly, smiling. Uncle Vernon and Dudley on the other hand just stared daggers at the two of them, sitting stiffly in their seat, and Harry knew it wasn't a present they wanted to give.
Harry stayed up til midnight, for the first time shaking with excitement because of his birthday. His sixteenth. The clock clicked midnight.
~*~
Hi! It's the author! My name might sporadically change, as I'm in the middle of an identity crisis!
I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. I just really wanted to write a book on what the 6th book might be like, although I'm not sure how long it might be. I have to admit, the only thing that keeps me writing NORMALLY is reviewers..*hint hint* I don't mind flames, suggestions, critics, and certainly not nice reviews.
I promise I won't update unless I have 1000 words to post for each chapter on average at least. So if you divide my number of words by my chapter amount it should be more than 1000. At least it will if the gauge on Microsoft Word is right.
Bye! And I'll shorten the A/N from now on!