Harry Potter and the Dragon's Lair
CHAPTER 1: A Chain of Unlikely Events
"Harry Potter! Wake up! It's time for breakfast!"
The aforementioned boy rolled over and groaned. He got up knowing that if he didn't he'd have another impossible workload.
"Hurry up boy! I don't have all day!"
"Coming Aunt Petunia!" His sarcasm was missed through the door.
Harry looked back at the room. Hermione had sent him a bookpouch (a leather case to put as many books as you want in it(it magically expanded) and a birthday card that said Happy Birthday, told him what the gift was, and had a postscript saying: don't blame yourself. Harry knew what she meant. Cedric's death plagued his dreams and always woke up hearing "Kill the spare..." It enraged him that all that Cedric was was a spare, an extra chocolate in the Dark Lord's candy box.
Harry turned to Ron's gift, next to Hermione's (instead of books it held the invisibility cloak and Marauders map), was watch (to replace his old one) but instead of telling time it hand five hands. Each had a name on them: Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, and Hagrid. In Ron's note, other than the usual birthday greetings, held an invitation to pick him up tomorrow to take him to the Burrow. Uncle Vernon grudgingly agreed in the end.
Harry closed the door softly and ran down the stairs. The Dursleys were ignoring Harry for the most part, but Harry didn't want to tempt fate. He pulled out the frying pan and started to make breakfast for his (un)loving family.
Harry filled the sink with water as he flipped the pancakes with one hand holding the pan the other stopped the water when the sink was full.
He put the pancakes on a plate and the bacon on the other.
"Looks like you did something right for a change boy." Vernon Dursley grunted.
Harry looked at the fridge for his chores; it was longer than yesterdays.
"Might as well start with the garden first." He said under his breath.
Harry went outside and looked up. From the clouds it seemed it would rain.
As he weeded something was nagging him in the back of his brain. It was the dream he had last night, it wasn't about Cedric or Voldemort (he was almost certain) but it was by no means happy. All he could remember was walking along some desert in the middle of the night.
He stooped down to yank out a purple flowered weed.
He wondered how he could end up in a desert. He was in England! Of course peopl
He moved all the rocks back into their former position after he weeded.
Harry looked up. The rain was closing in fast, he had to hurry or Petunia would give him a lecture if came in all muddy and wet.
Putting his hand on a tree to take a rest he did not realize he set off a chain of unlikely events.
There was a blinding flash of green light and all that was there was an indent where a rock was that filled slowly with rainwater.
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A/N: I hope you people like this... I know it was confusing, but reading the prologue will help for future references- trust me, I'm the Author, I rewritten this story- oh, a good eight times. So you will enjoy it if it kills me. If you are not enjoying this do not (I repeat: Do not.) just exit off this fic and find another one. Type a review, flame, an idea you have for my story (I have a feeling I'll need them) and submit. I read them at 7:00 in the morning on weekdays.
I hope to finish this story before next school year, considering this will be two parts, it's not likely.
Again, feel free to type anything in your reviews to my story (just so long as they have with do with the story).
-The Dark Dragon Angel
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CHAPTER 1: A Chain of Unlikely Events
"Harry Potter! Wake up! It's time for breakfast!"
The aforementioned boy rolled over and groaned. He got up knowing that if he didn't he'd have another impossible workload.
"Hurry up boy! I don't have all day!"
"Coming Aunt Petunia!" His sarcasm was missed through the door.
Harry looked back at the room. Hermione had sent him a bookpouch (a leather case to put as many books as you want in it(it magically expanded) and a birthday card that said Happy Birthday, told him what the gift was, and had a postscript saying: don't blame yourself. Harry knew what she meant. Cedric's death plagued his dreams and always woke up hearing "Kill the spare..." It enraged him that all that Cedric was was a spare, an extra chocolate in the Dark Lord's candy box.
Harry turned to Ron's gift, next to Hermione's (instead of books it held the invisibility cloak and Marauders map), was watch (to replace his old one) but instead of telling time it hand five hands. Each had a name on them: Ron, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, and Hagrid. In Ron's note, other than the usual birthday greetings, held an invitation to pick him up tomorrow to take him to the Burrow. Uncle Vernon grudgingly agreed in the end.
Harry closed the door softly and ran down the stairs. The Dursleys were ignoring Harry for the most part, but Harry didn't want to tempt fate. He pulled out the frying pan and started to make breakfast for his (un)loving family.
Harry filled the sink with water as he flipped the pancakes with one hand holding the pan the other stopped the water when the sink was full.
He put the pancakes on a plate and the bacon on the other.
"Looks like you did something right for a change boy." Vernon Dursley grunted.
Harry looked at the fridge for his chores; it was longer than yesterdays.
"Might as well start with the garden first." He said under his breath.
Harry went outside and looked up. From the clouds it seemed it would rain.
As he weeded something was nagging him in the back of his brain. It was the dream he had last night, it wasn't about Cedric or Voldemort (he was almost certain) but it was by no means happy. All he could remember was walking along some desert in the middle of the night.
He stooped down to yank out a purple flowered weed.
He wondered how he could end up in a desert. He was in England! Of course peopl
He moved all the rocks back into their former position after he weeded.
Harry looked up. The rain was closing in fast, he had to hurry or Petunia would give him a lecture if came in all muddy and wet.
Putting his hand on a tree to take a rest he did not realize he set off a chain of unlikely events.
There was a blinding flash of green light and all that was there was an indent where a rock was that filled slowly with rainwater.
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A/N: I hope you people like this... I know it was confusing, but reading the prologue will help for future references- trust me, I'm the Author, I rewritten this story- oh, a good eight times. So you will enjoy it if it kills me. If you are not enjoying this do not (I repeat: Do not.) just exit off this fic and find another one. Type a review, flame, an idea you have for my story (I have a feeling I'll need them) and submit. I read them at 7:00 in the morning on weekdays.
I hope to finish this story before next school year, considering this will be two parts, it's not likely.
Again, feel free to type anything in your reviews to my story (just so long as they have with do with the story).
-The Dark Dragon Angel
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