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HARRY POTTER AND THE THREE HEIRS
CHAPTER ONE: The Ghoul There was mist everywhere, Harry stood in the middle of a large circle of rocks. He could just make out several figures that stood out floating over the stones. Harry walked towards to the one in front of him and saw with a shock that it was a red headed lady with green eyes.. his mother. He followed the circle around, the next one was Harry's dad. The next one was Cedric, the circle seemed to go on forever with other people that Harry didn't notice. He sort of new what was coming and sure enough he came to Sirius at this he screamed out loud. His eyes flew open and he jumped out of bed. Harry looked at his bedside clock and saw that it was only 5 in the morning. Even though Harry had gone to bed at 8:30 the previous night he still felt as though he hadn't had any sleep at all. Harry had been having the same horrible dreams since he got back from Hogwarts and each time it was like finding out about Sirius's death all over again. Harry seemed to be getting much better at occlumecy because he had stopped seeing things through Voldemorts eyes. Harry thought he would go and right a letter to Sirius about he's dream but then realised with a pang of sadness that Sirius was dead. So Harry went over to his desk and switched on the night light and pulled out a piece of paper. He wrote ;
To Ron, How have you been this holidays? The Dursleys are still as mugglish as normal. Do you think we could talk through floo powder or something? Seems how you are not exactly used to using the phone. The only problem is I'll have to find a time when i can use the fire place without the Dursleys knowing. Your best pal.
Harry. As Harry wrote the last sentence his heart sank, the idea had seemed good at the time but now he thought about it he realise it would be virtually impossible to use the fire. The Dursleys weren't accustomed to seeing a head floating in the fire. Harry rolled the piece of paper up and tied it to Hedwigs leg. A very disgruntled Hedwig flew of half asleep. Harry stood there looking out the window thinking about Sirius. If only Harry hadn't fallen into Voldemorts trap Sirius still might be alive. If only that stupid little house elf Kreacher had of answered Harry truthfully instead of lying that Grimmauled place was empty. Harry now had another two people to add to his "I hate you" list - Bellatrix Lestrang and Kreacher. Harry wasn't sure how long he stood there but was pulled out of his trance like state by his muggle uncle shouting "boy get down here now!!!". With a sigh Harry pulled open his door and dragged himself into the kitchen were his fat, no necked uncle was sitting. "yes Uncle Vernon" Harry sighed. "Don't be so ungrateful you stupid boy!" He shouted, giving Harry an unwanted shower of spit. "Your aunt and I are going out today and Dudley won't be back for a while, he's at a friends place. We have decided that you can stay here but I'm warning you if ONE thing is broken, missing or out of place I will beat you until you are blue!" "Yes Uncle Vernon" Harry said as nice as he possibly could. Harry remembered the meeting he was hopefully going to have with Ron and he's mood perked up after that. He never thought he would say it but he would actually not mind going to Mrs Figg's, his baby sitter now. Last year he had found out that this lady was part of the magical world even if she was a Squib (a person of magical birth but couldn't do magic). But the thought of being alone at the Dursleys was far to inviting. The time seemed to drag on until finally his Uncle and Aunt left. Harry went straight into the lounge room and switched on the TV. He wasn't game to use the remote as His uncle probably new exactly where he left it. He was watching telly when Hedwig gracefully flew in the window with a letter and a small pouch strapped to her leg. He ripped of the letter and read it;
To Harry, Okay, dad said we should be able to speak through the fire as long as there are NO muggles around. Make sure they are not even in the house and all the curtains are drawn so no-one can see in. We don't want to take any risks. I put enough floo powder in the pouch on Hedwigs leg. Hoping to talk soon,
Ron.
Harry remembered the day when he first used floo powder. Harry had coughed while he said Diagon Alley and had ended up in some strange shop selling dark items. Harry loathed using floo powder. Harry closed all the curtains and locked the door - he didn't want Dudley walking in on him. He pulled out a pinch chucked it into the grate and yelled " THE BURROW". Warm green flames roared up. He stuck he's head in the flames the flames were warm on his head but the feeling of someone trying to unscrew his head of spoiled it all. His head appeared in a strange, dark room. There was one window in the far corner which was all dusted up so it didn't shed much light. There was all sorts of junk in here - things like old moth eaten chairs, boxes and other magical looking items. There was only one door which was on the far side of the room. He heard a noise coming from above him. He twisted his head so he was looking up and came face-to-face with a short chubby looking ghoul with a red beared and no hair on his head. He popped out his eyes and said "boo" Harry screamed out loud and fell through the fire, the rest of his body landing with a thump on the floor in the room beyond. He quickly got up and looked around. He remembered the door he saw and ran towards it. He ripped it open and slammed it shut. Harry thought he had said "the burrow" perfectly clear. Then with a sudden sigh of relief he realised where he had just come from. It was the attic at the Weasleys house. A familiar looking person came running up the stair case and said "oh Harry I am so sorry, our other fire place collapsed" Mrs Weasley apologised, "Come with me, Ron is in the back garden denoming". Harry replied in a shaky voice "okay". They went outside into the large garden and saw Ron, Fred and George throwing gnomes over the fence. Ron turned around and saw Harry "Hey Harry!" He yelled then seeing the shaken look on Harry's face asked "what happened?". Harry explained to Ron all about what happened and when he finished Ron just laughed. "I'll go call your Aunt and uncle, Harry they might be worried, maybe we can see if you can stay for the rest of the holidays" Mrs Weasley said. "Sounds good Mrs Weasley" Harry said gratefully. Just the thought of staying at the burrow for the rest of the holidays excited Harry. Harry helped him, Fred and George finish of the degnoming and they went inside. They sat at the table with a cup of ice cold lemon drink. "So how is your shop going guys?" Harry asked Fred and George. They just looked at each other and both said at the same time "great! We just invented gum". When they said this they looked as though they thought they were geniuses then they continued "It works like a walking talky, the two people chew the gum and stick a little bit on the cartridge in your ear. When you talk it goes from your gum into the other persons gum in there ear, and visa versa". Harry smiled and said "Wow sounds great". Even though all the stuff that had happened Harry still felt as though he was going to have a good holiday.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW SO I KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE OR NOT.
HARRY POTTER AND THE THREE HEIRS
CHAPTER ONE: The Ghoul There was mist everywhere, Harry stood in the middle of a large circle of rocks. He could just make out several figures that stood out floating over the stones. Harry walked towards to the one in front of him and saw with a shock that it was a red headed lady with green eyes.. his mother. He followed the circle around, the next one was Harry's dad. The next one was Cedric, the circle seemed to go on forever with other people that Harry didn't notice. He sort of new what was coming and sure enough he came to Sirius at this he screamed out loud. His eyes flew open and he jumped out of bed. Harry looked at his bedside clock and saw that it was only 5 in the morning. Even though Harry had gone to bed at 8:30 the previous night he still felt as though he hadn't had any sleep at all. Harry had been having the same horrible dreams since he got back from Hogwarts and each time it was like finding out about Sirius's death all over again. Harry seemed to be getting much better at occlumecy because he had stopped seeing things through Voldemorts eyes. Harry thought he would go and right a letter to Sirius about he's dream but then realised with a pang of sadness that Sirius was dead. So Harry went over to his desk and switched on the night light and pulled out a piece of paper. He wrote ;
To Ron, How have you been this holidays? The Dursleys are still as mugglish as normal. Do you think we could talk through floo powder or something? Seems how you are not exactly used to using the phone. The only problem is I'll have to find a time when i can use the fire place without the Dursleys knowing. Your best pal.
Harry. As Harry wrote the last sentence his heart sank, the idea had seemed good at the time but now he thought about it he realise it would be virtually impossible to use the fire. The Dursleys weren't accustomed to seeing a head floating in the fire. Harry rolled the piece of paper up and tied it to Hedwigs leg. A very disgruntled Hedwig flew of half asleep. Harry stood there looking out the window thinking about Sirius. If only Harry hadn't fallen into Voldemorts trap Sirius still might be alive. If only that stupid little house elf Kreacher had of answered Harry truthfully instead of lying that Grimmauled place was empty. Harry now had another two people to add to his "I hate you" list - Bellatrix Lestrang and Kreacher. Harry wasn't sure how long he stood there but was pulled out of his trance like state by his muggle uncle shouting "boy get down here now!!!". With a sigh Harry pulled open his door and dragged himself into the kitchen were his fat, no necked uncle was sitting. "yes Uncle Vernon" Harry sighed. "Don't be so ungrateful you stupid boy!" He shouted, giving Harry an unwanted shower of spit. "Your aunt and I are going out today and Dudley won't be back for a while, he's at a friends place. We have decided that you can stay here but I'm warning you if ONE thing is broken, missing or out of place I will beat you until you are blue!" "Yes Uncle Vernon" Harry said as nice as he possibly could. Harry remembered the meeting he was hopefully going to have with Ron and he's mood perked up after that. He never thought he would say it but he would actually not mind going to Mrs Figg's, his baby sitter now. Last year he had found out that this lady was part of the magical world even if she was a Squib (a person of magical birth but couldn't do magic). But the thought of being alone at the Dursleys was far to inviting. The time seemed to drag on until finally his Uncle and Aunt left. Harry went straight into the lounge room and switched on the TV. He wasn't game to use the remote as His uncle probably new exactly where he left it. He was watching telly when Hedwig gracefully flew in the window with a letter and a small pouch strapped to her leg. He ripped of the letter and read it;
To Harry, Okay, dad said we should be able to speak through the fire as long as there are NO muggles around. Make sure they are not even in the house and all the curtains are drawn so no-one can see in. We don't want to take any risks. I put enough floo powder in the pouch on Hedwigs leg. Hoping to talk soon,
Ron.
Harry remembered the day when he first used floo powder. Harry had coughed while he said Diagon Alley and had ended up in some strange shop selling dark items. Harry loathed using floo powder. Harry closed all the curtains and locked the door - he didn't want Dudley walking in on him. He pulled out a pinch chucked it into the grate and yelled " THE BURROW". Warm green flames roared up. He stuck he's head in the flames the flames were warm on his head but the feeling of someone trying to unscrew his head of spoiled it all. His head appeared in a strange, dark room. There was one window in the far corner which was all dusted up so it didn't shed much light. There was all sorts of junk in here - things like old moth eaten chairs, boxes and other magical looking items. There was only one door which was on the far side of the room. He heard a noise coming from above him. He twisted his head so he was looking up and came face-to-face with a short chubby looking ghoul with a red beared and no hair on his head. He popped out his eyes and said "boo" Harry screamed out loud and fell through the fire, the rest of his body landing with a thump on the floor in the room beyond. He quickly got up and looked around. He remembered the door he saw and ran towards it. He ripped it open and slammed it shut. Harry thought he had said "the burrow" perfectly clear. Then with a sudden sigh of relief he realised where he had just come from. It was the attic at the Weasleys house. A familiar looking person came running up the stair case and said "oh Harry I am so sorry, our other fire place collapsed" Mrs Weasley apologised, "Come with me, Ron is in the back garden denoming". Harry replied in a shaky voice "okay". They went outside into the large garden and saw Ron, Fred and George throwing gnomes over the fence. Ron turned around and saw Harry "Hey Harry!" He yelled then seeing the shaken look on Harry's face asked "what happened?". Harry explained to Ron all about what happened and when he finished Ron just laughed. "I'll go call your Aunt and uncle, Harry they might be worried, maybe we can see if you can stay for the rest of the holidays" Mrs Weasley said. "Sounds good Mrs Weasley" Harry said gratefully. Just the thought of staying at the burrow for the rest of the holidays excited Harry. Harry helped him, Fred and George finish of the degnoming and they went inside. They sat at the table with a cup of ice cold lemon drink. "So how is your shop going guys?" Harry asked Fred and George. They just looked at each other and both said at the same time "great! We just invented gum". When they said this they looked as though they thought they were geniuses then they continued "It works like a walking talky, the two people chew the gum and stick a little bit on the cartridge in your ear. When you talk it goes from your gum into the other persons gum in there ear, and visa versa". Harry smiled and said "Wow sounds great". Even though all the stuff that had happened Harry still felt as though he was going to have a good holiday.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW SO I KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE OR NOT.