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*I don't own Harry Potter or it's characters/ setting/ plot. etc. Hey, but if I could write a HP book, it would look like this*
Hey, I'm Akaii, and this is my first story, enjoy, don't criticize, be civilized, I'm sensitive you know. Please give me feedback though! Chiao!
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Harry trudged down the stairs, half-awake, in his PJ's, and the usual messy hair we all love. This has had to be the 10th time I'm waking up in the middle of the night he thought to himself. It was really starting to bother him, because he missed getting at least 8 hours of sleep, and because his dreams were all very strange. He had expected them to be scary and centered around Voldemort, but oddly enough, nothing of the sort had happened. They were all about school for some reason. He went into this classroom, met a new teacher, had a very strange class, and then went down into some strange underground chamber. Then he opened the door, and awoke. Sometimes he was all sweaty, sometimes he was surprised, and sometimes he was anticipating something, and wished he hadn't woken. Most times Dudley would tell him to shut up because he talked so much in his sleep. His family was probably thinking he was talking to himself up there at 3 o'clock, but let them think that, he thought. His birthday was in two weeks, and Dumbledore had advised him to stay with the Weasleys for some time. He seemed to think that this was important. Harry vaguely remembered that he had mentioned something about getting protection from staying among muggles, but he had obviously changed his mind, or thought Mr. and Mrs. Weasley fit for taking care of him. Regardless, this was a lot better than staying with the Durseleys.
Harry trudged up the stairs again, with a glass of water in his hand, and sat down on his bed. He looked around the room, seeing the empty birdcage normally containing his faithful Hedwig, to the loose floorboard empty for the moment. His Hogwarts stuff was in a corner, and his letters from Ron and Hermione and even Hagrid were on his bedside table. He wondered what Hagrid was doing now, maybe he was sent to recruit the giants with M. Maxime, he speculated. Anyway, as he lay down on his bed, he turned of the light. Just as he did that, he realized he had another letter on his table. The window was locked and Hedwig was gone, and it hadn't been there when he went downstairs. The letter was opened.
Oooh, suspense (, keep reading-
*I don't own Harry Potter or it's characters/ setting/ plot. etc. Hey, but if I could write a HP book, it would look like this*
Hey, I'm Akaii, and this is my first story, enjoy, don't criticize, be civilized, I'm sensitive you know. Please give me feedback though! Chiao!
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Harry trudged down the stairs, half-awake, in his PJ's, and the usual messy hair we all love. This has had to be the 10th time I'm waking up in the middle of the night he thought to himself. It was really starting to bother him, because he missed getting at least 8 hours of sleep, and because his dreams were all very strange. He had expected them to be scary and centered around Voldemort, but oddly enough, nothing of the sort had happened. They were all about school for some reason. He went into this classroom, met a new teacher, had a very strange class, and then went down into some strange underground chamber. Then he opened the door, and awoke. Sometimes he was all sweaty, sometimes he was surprised, and sometimes he was anticipating something, and wished he hadn't woken. Most times Dudley would tell him to shut up because he talked so much in his sleep. His family was probably thinking he was talking to himself up there at 3 o'clock, but let them think that, he thought. His birthday was in two weeks, and Dumbledore had advised him to stay with the Weasleys for some time. He seemed to think that this was important. Harry vaguely remembered that he had mentioned something about getting protection from staying among muggles, but he had obviously changed his mind, or thought Mr. and Mrs. Weasley fit for taking care of him. Regardless, this was a lot better than staying with the Durseleys.
Harry trudged up the stairs again, with a glass of water in his hand, and sat down on his bed. He looked around the room, seeing the empty birdcage normally containing his faithful Hedwig, to the loose floorboard empty for the moment. His Hogwarts stuff was in a corner, and his letters from Ron and Hermione and even Hagrid were on his bedside table. He wondered what Hagrid was doing now, maybe he was sent to recruit the giants with M. Maxime, he speculated. Anyway, as he lay down on his bed, he turned of the light. Just as he did that, he realized he had another letter on his table. The window was locked and Hedwig was gone, and it hadn't been there when he went downstairs. The letter was opened.
Oooh, suspense (, keep reading-