Disclaimer: I do not own Anything even remotely related to Harry Potter
except this Fic and the HP books I bought.
Authors Note: I posted this somewhere else so and it was likes, so Ill post here
Here's the story
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Chapter 1: OWLS and a certain Somebody.
A star gleams through the night sky, approaching its last seconds, ready to illuminate the blackness they call night. The star combusts and millions of years later the inhabitants of earth may see it.
Harry potter sat on the roof of 4 privet drive, thinking. Although Harry didn't want to face the facts that his godfather was dead and he hated his first crush, he had to. Harry stared at the midnight sky, emotionless. He had nothing to say to anyone. He hadn't talked to anyone or even spoke a word since he got back to his Aunt and Uncle's house. Harry focused on one star as it grew bright, then with no warning, blew up and lit up the night's sky. Gone, without any warning, it just seized to be. 'Not unlike Sirius' Harry thought to himself. Harry crawled back through his window and wandered to his bed. He flopped himself down and stared at the roof. His thoughts subsided and sleepiness conquered Harry's will to stay awake.
Harry woke up with pictures flashing in front of his eyes. He was panting, sitting stiffly strait up in his bed. Pictures of Sirius dieing, Cho crying, and cold laughter pouring out of Voldemorts mouth like a river. He had a horrible headache, not from his scar, but from his grim thoughts. Harry got up and walked downstairs to start breakfast.
Harry opened the fridge and pulled out the butter, eggs, milk, and orange juice. He started cooking scrambled eggs as Dudley and his father waddled down the stairs in unison. "GET ME MY COFFEE BOY!" Harry went to the 'Mr. Coffee' machine and poured Uncle Vernon some coffee. Harry picked up the cup and glided to his uncle. He placed the cup down, still not talking. Uncle Vernon tasted it and looked displeased. "THIS ISN'T HOT ENOUGH BOY!!!" Uncle Vernon threw the hot coffee at Harry and it splattered on his chest, giving Harry a nasty burn. Harry winced then gave his uncle a dirty look. "DO NOT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT BOY!!!! I'LL TEACH YOU RIGHT!!!!" Uncle Vernon threw Harry into the living room, taking his belt off his pants and walked towards Harry, smiling an evil grin as he got closer to Harry.
"I SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS A LONG TIME AGO BOY!!!!" Harry, who was on all fours, he tried backing away but only to find himself in a corner. The first whip hit Harry on the right shoulder. Harry winced in pain. He turned around and curled in a ball as the next whip hit his back. Harry let out a shrill cry and Vernon stopped for only a moment to cover his ears. He didn't hesitate to whip him again, and again, and again, until he landed one on Harry's head. Harry went unconscious, only to wake up in his bed hours later.
Harry took off his shirts to observe the beating. He looked in the mirror and observed himself. The first blow, to his shoulder, was only a bruise, but his whole chest was red from the burn. He turned around only to find worse on his back. Harry found multiple cuts. Some bleeding badly while others just barely broke the skin. Harry looked away, bringing himself back to his blood stained bed. A single tear found it's was down Harry's face. He fell into a deep sleep.
Harry woke up, trying to figure out where he was and WHO he was at that. Everything returned to him. Harry almost cursed but didn't want to waste his breath. Harry continued to lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Today was his 16th birthday. He turned around to see several owls tapping on the window. Harry sighed and unlatches the window. Three birds flew in. The first pig, the second a barn owl, and the last a bird Harry hadn't seen. Harry opened the letter from pig and threw the parcel given to him across the room.
Dear Harry,
Hey mate! I suspect the muggle's are treating you well after what moony said. Well, just in case they aren't I sent you some cakes and my mom knitted you a sweater. Sorry that it's nothing more. You know how my family is, we don't got the money to send anything else. Will you please reply to me? I've heard that Cho broke up with that bloke. what's his name, Michael, yes that's it.
Your friend, Ron Weasely.
Harry didn't even reach for a quill, he started for the next letter.
Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
I was surprised to find you did exceptionally better than I thought. Your O.W.L scores are below.
Head Mistress Professor Minerva McGongall
Harry sighed. He picked up another piece of paper, it read.
Your scores consist of the following
Charms-Exceeds expectations
Transfiguration- Outstanding
Herbolegy- Acceptable
Defense against the Dark- Outstanding
Potions- Poor
Care of Magical creatures- Outstanding
Astronomy- Exceeds expectations.
Divination- Poor
History of Magic- Outstanding
Harry looked baffled at this last score. 'Outstanding on history of magic? How did that happen' Harry thought to himself. A thought sprang in his mind. 'Oh shit, I can't be an auror'
The third owl dropped a letter on Harry's bed. He didn't notice, and even if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He picked up his pillow and punched it, over and over again, letting the fury escape from with in him. His fit finally subsided and he lay down, wide-eyed on his bed. "HARRY!!! SOMEONE HAS RANG YOU!!! NOW HURRY UP BEFORWI HANG UP!!!" Harry was surprised. He got up and sprinted down the stairs. Aunt Petunia was holding the phone. "Hello?" someone asked on the other line. It was a girl. Harry didn't talk for a second. He tried to figure who it was but the voice didn't register. "Hello" he finally forced out. It was the first word Harry had spoken since he got back the words came out fast from the other line. "Oh no, nevermindbye!!!" it all came out as one word. Harry was dumbfounded. He hung up He reached over to the receiver and dropped the phone. Harry was for some reason mesmerized. Harry didn't even notice the phone hitting the ground loudly. He started walking towards his room, trying to figure out who it was.
"PICK UP THE PHONE BOY!!!" the words went in one ear and out the other. Harry ran up the steps and fell on his bed. Not before locking his door behind him. Harry was still confused about who that was. He picked up the remaining letter. It was nothing just a happy birthday letter from Hermione. Harry drifted off into a deep sleep.
There was a clear picture. "Hello." the figure was on the phone. "Hello" Harry recognized the voice as his own. The figures eyes went wide and panicked. "On no. nevermindbye!!!" the words rushed out of her mouth. She hung up the phone and looked relieved. She sat down in a chair and stared into nothing.
Harry woke up. He realized who the figure was.
Not exactly William Shakespeare but I tried. Review or there will not be a second chapter.
Authors Note: I posted this somewhere else so and it was likes, so Ill post here
Here's the story
________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 1: OWLS and a certain Somebody.
A star gleams through the night sky, approaching its last seconds, ready to illuminate the blackness they call night. The star combusts and millions of years later the inhabitants of earth may see it.
Harry potter sat on the roof of 4 privet drive, thinking. Although Harry didn't want to face the facts that his godfather was dead and he hated his first crush, he had to. Harry stared at the midnight sky, emotionless. He had nothing to say to anyone. He hadn't talked to anyone or even spoke a word since he got back to his Aunt and Uncle's house. Harry focused on one star as it grew bright, then with no warning, blew up and lit up the night's sky. Gone, without any warning, it just seized to be. 'Not unlike Sirius' Harry thought to himself. Harry crawled back through his window and wandered to his bed. He flopped himself down and stared at the roof. His thoughts subsided and sleepiness conquered Harry's will to stay awake.
Harry woke up with pictures flashing in front of his eyes. He was panting, sitting stiffly strait up in his bed. Pictures of Sirius dieing, Cho crying, and cold laughter pouring out of Voldemorts mouth like a river. He had a horrible headache, not from his scar, but from his grim thoughts. Harry got up and walked downstairs to start breakfast.
Harry opened the fridge and pulled out the butter, eggs, milk, and orange juice. He started cooking scrambled eggs as Dudley and his father waddled down the stairs in unison. "GET ME MY COFFEE BOY!" Harry went to the 'Mr. Coffee' machine and poured Uncle Vernon some coffee. Harry picked up the cup and glided to his uncle. He placed the cup down, still not talking. Uncle Vernon tasted it and looked displeased. "THIS ISN'T HOT ENOUGH BOY!!!" Uncle Vernon threw the hot coffee at Harry and it splattered on his chest, giving Harry a nasty burn. Harry winced then gave his uncle a dirty look. "DO NOT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT BOY!!!! I'LL TEACH YOU RIGHT!!!!" Uncle Vernon threw Harry into the living room, taking his belt off his pants and walked towards Harry, smiling an evil grin as he got closer to Harry.
"I SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS A LONG TIME AGO BOY!!!!" Harry, who was on all fours, he tried backing away but only to find himself in a corner. The first whip hit Harry on the right shoulder. Harry winced in pain. He turned around and curled in a ball as the next whip hit his back. Harry let out a shrill cry and Vernon stopped for only a moment to cover his ears. He didn't hesitate to whip him again, and again, and again, until he landed one on Harry's head. Harry went unconscious, only to wake up in his bed hours later.
Harry took off his shirts to observe the beating. He looked in the mirror and observed himself. The first blow, to his shoulder, was only a bruise, but his whole chest was red from the burn. He turned around only to find worse on his back. Harry found multiple cuts. Some bleeding badly while others just barely broke the skin. Harry looked away, bringing himself back to his blood stained bed. A single tear found it's was down Harry's face. He fell into a deep sleep.
Harry woke up, trying to figure out where he was and WHO he was at that. Everything returned to him. Harry almost cursed but didn't want to waste his breath. Harry continued to lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Today was his 16th birthday. He turned around to see several owls tapping on the window. Harry sighed and unlatches the window. Three birds flew in. The first pig, the second a barn owl, and the last a bird Harry hadn't seen. Harry opened the letter from pig and threw the parcel given to him across the room.
Dear Harry,
Hey mate! I suspect the muggle's are treating you well after what moony said. Well, just in case they aren't I sent you some cakes and my mom knitted you a sweater. Sorry that it's nothing more. You know how my family is, we don't got the money to send anything else. Will you please reply to me? I've heard that Cho broke up with that bloke. what's his name, Michael, yes that's it.
Your friend, Ron Weasely.
Harry didn't even reach for a quill, he started for the next letter.
Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
I was surprised to find you did exceptionally better than I thought. Your O.W.L scores are below.
Head Mistress Professor Minerva McGongall
Harry sighed. He picked up another piece of paper, it read.
Your scores consist of the following
Charms-Exceeds expectations
Transfiguration- Outstanding
Herbolegy- Acceptable
Defense against the Dark- Outstanding
Potions- Poor
Care of Magical creatures- Outstanding
Astronomy- Exceeds expectations.
Divination- Poor
History of Magic- Outstanding
Harry looked baffled at this last score. 'Outstanding on history of magic? How did that happen' Harry thought to himself. A thought sprang in his mind. 'Oh shit, I can't be an auror'
The third owl dropped a letter on Harry's bed. He didn't notice, and even if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He picked up his pillow and punched it, over and over again, letting the fury escape from with in him. His fit finally subsided and he lay down, wide-eyed on his bed. "HARRY!!! SOMEONE HAS RANG YOU!!! NOW HURRY UP BEFORWI HANG UP!!!" Harry was surprised. He got up and sprinted down the stairs. Aunt Petunia was holding the phone. "Hello?" someone asked on the other line. It was a girl. Harry didn't talk for a second. He tried to figure who it was but the voice didn't register. "Hello" he finally forced out. It was the first word Harry had spoken since he got back the words came out fast from the other line. "Oh no, nevermindbye!!!" it all came out as one word. Harry was dumbfounded. He hung up He reached over to the receiver and dropped the phone. Harry was for some reason mesmerized. Harry didn't even notice the phone hitting the ground loudly. He started walking towards his room, trying to figure out who it was.
"PICK UP THE PHONE BOY!!!" the words went in one ear and out the other. Harry ran up the steps and fell on his bed. Not before locking his door behind him. Harry was still confused about who that was. He picked up the remaining letter. It was nothing just a happy birthday letter from Hermione. Harry drifted off into a deep sleep.
There was a clear picture. "Hello." the figure was on the phone. "Hello" Harry recognized the voice as his own. The figures eyes went wide and panicked. "On no. nevermindbye!!!" the words rushed out of her mouth. She hung up the phone and looked relieved. She sat down in a chair and stared into nothing.
Harry woke up. He realized who the figure was.
Not exactly William Shakespeare but I tried. Review or there will not be a second chapter.