Harry Potter
And
The Astronomy Tower.
As he got to the bottom of the stairs he looked out the window and he saw that Mrs. Fig's house was for sale. He remembered sadly how Dumbledore had told him she would have to move to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place so she could be part of the order, but Dumbledore had assured him that some one else would be moving in soon to keep an eye on him. He got into the kitchen and heard Aunt Petunia talking about something. It was more than likely just the latest neighborhood gossip. But then he heard something weird. He heard his own name and knew it defiantly wasn't the latest neighborhood gossip it was something important to him. So he grabbed a piece of toast and went to go listen. "Vernon, he can't go back to that school! I wont let him! A long time a go I promised." Then Dudley let out a huge yell and said something about his video game. So naturally Harry could not hear whom Aunt Petunia had promised something. Then she continued in an extremely shrill voice. ".That I would do what I felt was best and right now I feel that it would be best if he got away from." she paused momentarily. "His kind. What with the man, who killed my sister and her awful husband and almost Harry too, back in power and all. I mean the whole reason I kept the fact of how his parents did and tried to squash the magic out of him is because of that man."
Harry walked back up the stairs in a sort of trance. He went into his room and sat on his bed and started to process what he had just heard. Aunt Petunia knew about Voldermort, she also loved him. He could tell, she only tried to keep him from his past so he wouldn't get hurt by magic the way her sister, who she had obviously loved too before she had gotten married to his father, had gotten hurt. He also had a thought that maybe, just maybe she only treated him the way she did because of Vernon. Then it hit him like an icy cold punch in the stomach she had said she would not let him go back to Hogwarts. He sat there for about an hour trying to sort it all out. Harry was suddenly pulled out of his trance. His phoenix was making a strange squawking sound and flying slowly towards him. As she perched on his arm he looked at her and then for the second time that night asked what he should name her. So he wracked his brain for a good name for her. Then suddenly it popped into his head like a Luminous spell in his head. Llewellyn. It was perfect it was a Welsh name that was in an article Luna had read him from the Quibbler. It meant the lightning and also lion like. He and Luna had looked it up and it was perfect. Harry was a Gryffindor, which meant he was lion like because their house mascot was a lion and lightning after the lightning bolt shaped scar on his head that he had gotten from Voldermort who the Order of the Phoenix was against. After all it was the Order who had given Llewellyn to him. So he said good night to her and went into a peaceful sleep that was full of wonderful dreams about his closest friends who had given him the best two gifts in the world. Friendship and this wonderful creature. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* *AN* Llewellyn is pronounced Leh-wel-lyn! Just in case you where wondering. Oh by the way I don't own Harry Potter, YET! So this defiantly is not for prophet it is totally for my own personal enjoyment! Keep Reviewing!*AN*
And
The Astronomy Tower.
As he got to the bottom of the stairs he looked out the window and he saw that Mrs. Fig's house was for sale. He remembered sadly how Dumbledore had told him she would have to move to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place so she could be part of the order, but Dumbledore had assured him that some one else would be moving in soon to keep an eye on him. He got into the kitchen and heard Aunt Petunia talking about something. It was more than likely just the latest neighborhood gossip. But then he heard something weird. He heard his own name and knew it defiantly wasn't the latest neighborhood gossip it was something important to him. So he grabbed a piece of toast and went to go listen. "Vernon, he can't go back to that school! I wont let him! A long time a go I promised." Then Dudley let out a huge yell and said something about his video game. So naturally Harry could not hear whom Aunt Petunia had promised something. Then she continued in an extremely shrill voice. ".That I would do what I felt was best and right now I feel that it would be best if he got away from." she paused momentarily. "His kind. What with the man, who killed my sister and her awful husband and almost Harry too, back in power and all. I mean the whole reason I kept the fact of how his parents did and tried to squash the magic out of him is because of that man."
Harry walked back up the stairs in a sort of trance. He went into his room and sat on his bed and started to process what he had just heard. Aunt Petunia knew about Voldermort, she also loved him. He could tell, she only tried to keep him from his past so he wouldn't get hurt by magic the way her sister, who she had obviously loved too before she had gotten married to his father, had gotten hurt. He also had a thought that maybe, just maybe she only treated him the way she did because of Vernon. Then it hit him like an icy cold punch in the stomach she had said she would not let him go back to Hogwarts. He sat there for about an hour trying to sort it all out. Harry was suddenly pulled out of his trance. His phoenix was making a strange squawking sound and flying slowly towards him. As she perched on his arm he looked at her and then for the second time that night asked what he should name her. So he wracked his brain for a good name for her. Then suddenly it popped into his head like a Luminous spell in his head. Llewellyn. It was perfect it was a Welsh name that was in an article Luna had read him from the Quibbler. It meant the lightning and also lion like. He and Luna had looked it up and it was perfect. Harry was a Gryffindor, which meant he was lion like because their house mascot was a lion and lightning after the lightning bolt shaped scar on his head that he had gotten from Voldermort who the Order of the Phoenix was against. After all it was the Order who had given Llewellyn to him. So he said good night to her and went into a peaceful sleep that was full of wonderful dreams about his closest friends who had given him the best two gifts in the world. Friendship and this wonderful creature. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* *AN* Llewellyn is pronounced Leh-wel-lyn! Just in case you where wondering. Oh by the way I don't own Harry Potter, YET! So this defiantly is not for prophet it is totally for my own personal enjoyment! Keep Reviewing!*AN*