~Hi! First of all I want to say that I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! Although I am willing to buy him…. Never mind! Well anyway this is my first fanfic about Harry Potter so sit back, relax, and enjoy! ^_-
~*~Chapter 1~*~
Harry Potter lay on his bed reading his book on his least favorite subject, Potions. He rolled his eyes at the thought of his gruesome Potions teacher Severus Snape. On the last day of classes, Snape assigned a killer homework assignment, which was to write an essay on forbidden potions and their antidotes. He looked at the clock. It was 11:59 and 30 seconds. 20 seconds. 10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1. Today was Harry's 15th birthday. He smiled ruefully at the thought of how later today would be another day of backbreaking work. Harry Potter was what you would call… unusual. For one he was a wizard who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His best friends were a wizard named Ronald "Ron" Weasley and Hermione Granger. Besides being a wizard, Harry was another thing, hero. When he was just one year old, he vanquished the most powerful dark wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort and escaped with only a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. He also lost his parents. People rejoiced about the defeat of the Dark Lord, or that's what they thought. In reality, Voldemort was severely drained of his powers and retreated into the shadows to regain his strength. The next time Harry would face him was in his first year at Hogwarts. Then in second, third, and an EXTREMELY close encounter in fourth year. Despite Voldemort's defeat in fourth year it cost something. Cedric Diggory. Harry sighed and rubbed his temples at the thought of Cedric. Cedric had been a star and Harry had watched in a helpless stare as Peter Pettigrew used the Avada Kedavera curse. Again Harry sighed. Peter Pettigrew. The man who had killed innocents on the street and framed Harry's godfather, Sirius Black. Sirius had escaped from the wizard's prison in Harry's third year and had been on the run from the ghostly guards of Azkaban since. As well as being a wizard, Harry was also a star player on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Quidditch was the wizarding world's sport, which was played on brooms. Harry also shared a special bond with Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster, who often helped him in a time of need. 'Hopefully, one day Sirius's name will be cleared,' Harry thought and smiled ruefully. As soon as his name was cleared, Harry would be out of this hellhole. Every summer vacation, Harry was forced to return and live with his uncle Vernon Dursley, his aunt Petunia Dursley, and his cousin Dudley Dursley.
Harry closed his book with a sigh. Earlier in the day, Harry had received four owls from Hagrid, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius. Harry received a large tin of candy that contained Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, and Pumpkin Pasties from Hagrid, Ron had sent a poster of the Chudley Cannons who were currently drilling themselves on the latest plays, Hermione had sent an enchanted book on that contained different Quidditch teams, and Sirius had owled a large box which contained an expensive wizard chess set with pieces made out of onyx and white marble. Meanwhile, the Dursleys were thoroughly ignoring Harry. It seemed as though they didn't quite forget the Ton-Tongue Toffee incident last summer. However, Harry was happy that he could finally walk down the hallway without Dudley insulting or ordering him around. (It still didn't seem to stop Petunia from ordering him around though.) Harry carefully lifted up the floorboard (to not make any noise) and put his homework under the floorboard. In the background he could hear Vernon snoring away. 'I can't wait to get back to school,' he thought and drifted asleep.
The next morning, Harry awoke to a yell from his uncle.
'Now what?' he thought. Reluctantly, Harry got of bed and got dressed got dressed. Slowly, he opened the door and descended the stairs. Vernon Dursley stood at the bottom, purple in the face. "YOU!" he roared.
"What did I do?" asked Harry.
"HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU GIVE OUT THIS ADDRESS TO THOSE… TO THOSE ABOMINATIONS THAT YOU CALL FRIENDS!" Vernon roared.
"What?!" sputtered Harry.
"This," hissed Vernon. He whipped out a blue stationary envelope with elegant handwriting that Harry recognized as Hermione's. He reached out to take the letter but Vernon snatched it back. "Hey!" exclaimed Harry. "Give me my letter!"
"No," replied Vernon suddenly smiling. "No, I won't give it to you. In fact… why not give it to Dudley." Harry's eyes widened and he snatched at the letter. "Dudley!" Vernon called. Dudley sauntered into the room. "Whada ya want Dad?" Dudley asked.
"You got a letter," Vernon replied and evaded Harry's grasp again. Vernon handed the letter to Dudley who tore it open greedily. "GIVE ME MY LETTER!" yelled Harry. Dudley took no notice of him until all of a sudden, boils appeared on his hands. "OW!" Dudley cried. He dropped the letter and clutched his hands. 'Good old Hermione,' thought Harry. He snatched up the letter from the floor and tore upstairs to the safety of his room.
Dear Harry,
I was just wondering if you'd like to meet up with
Ron and me at Diagon Alley. I would have sent this by owl, but Cumulus wasn't in. Cumulus is my new owl by the way. I'll see you later.
-Hermione
P.S. I put a hex on this letter just in case.
Harry took out a piece of parchment and wrote:
Sure. Meet you and Ron at one at the Leaky Cauldron.
-Harry
He tied the parchment to Hedwig's leg that in turn, flew off into the rising sun.
~*~End of Chapter 1~*~
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