Using material previously written in feature length screenplay 'Exposure'© 2002 (David Camp, all rights reserved)

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Chapter 5

Harry and Ron walked down a pleasant country lane, the kind you may walk a dog down perhaps. As they walked happily, without a care in the world, Ron suddenly turned to Harry and spoke.

"You know that feeling you get when you're on holiday, and you get up pretty early, like eight, half-eight, and maybe you're having breakfast on the balcony or something, whatever...anyway, you hear all these noises, common noises though, like the noise a lorry makes when it reverses.

"The beep?" Harry replied sarcastically

"Yeah, the beep beep, and other things like the noise of the people in the kitchens making all the food and that hurried small talk of people on the street below...Anyway, there are noises that you know and understand, you recognise them, and yet they will surprise you because you weren't expecting them. And it gives you the worldly feeling, that while everything is universal, it still revolves around me....and you know what, that's how I feel this morning."

"You feel worldly?" Harry replied again, with a distinct sense of biting cynicism towards Ron's optimistic morning monologue.

"No...I mean I feel surprised by everyday events. I am ignorant to recognition. The familiar is seducing me and making me its dirty love child." Ron sighed, as he stopped briefly to tie his shoelace. Harry also ceased his movement, and turned to face Ron.

"Dude, that's a gift. I'm serious. You're a lucky son of a bitch. Unlike some of us, routine is destroying me. The boredom of life, the same old same old...God dammit, give me change, give me disorder, give me a one-way ticket to where its all happening because the truth is, I feel more alive facing Voldemort then I ever do sitting in my Auntie and Uncle's dilapidated spare bedroom."

Suddenly Harry realised how ridiculous he was beginning to sound. Infact, what was Ron doing anyway, wasn't he supposed to be dead? Harry soon remedied the problem as he sat up anxiously in bed, realising the whole conversation had just been a dream. Thank God for that, a simple and massively clichéd narrative technique had saved him once again. Once he had fully awoken, Harry trekked downstairs to the main hall, where the mess was still being cleared. After a few more hours of tidying, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black departed Hogwarts, once again leaving young Harry Potter alone with only his thoughts for company. The thought that floated most prominently around his mind was how much he had screwed everything up. Ron Weasley may have been a little irritating at times, but surely death was not the antidote for his insatiable obsession towards all things Hermione. Arthur, Molly, Ginny, Percy, George and Fred Weasley were also just helpless victims in a pointless war.

The whole thing had succeeded in making Harry thoroughly depressed, so as he marched back up to the Gryffindor common room, he drew a knife from his belt and held it to the artery in his wrist, ready to end it all.

"Is this the end for the famous Harry Potter" he said quietly to himself.

It would have been had an owl not come screeching through the air a second later carrying a strange letter, which was promptly dropped into Harry's outstretched hands. As the owl flew off again, Harry lifted the knife and slit open the top of the paper envelope, allowing the letter to fall out.

It read...

Dear Mr.Potter

We are writing to inform you that following the unfortunate murders of Mr and Mrs. A Weasley, you have received precisely £1000000000 in inheritance, to spend as you wish. We would give the figure in Wizarding currency, but no conversion charts are currently available, and economically speaking, nobody likes our retarded money anyway. Not enough different units of currency, 3 coloured coins are not varied enough to sustain an entire economy.

Thank you,

-Gringotts bank.

Harry's eyes then lit up as he checked his bank balance on the Internet. He was a certified millionaire. Evidently the Weasley's had kept their secret wealth hidden from him, and their house had reached quite an impressive price in the post-death auction that must have taken place. For a wizard, it was just another house, but had it been sold to a muggle buyer, as Harry suspected, then the price could easily have been equal to the inheritance Harry had received.

The question now was, what to spend the money on? YOU DECIDE!!!!

Yes, in order for this story to continue.. you, my readers (well if there are any) must choose and write on the reviews menu what Harry should spend the money on. This is kind of a test on my behalf, to see if anyone is actually reading the thing and if it's worth continuing.

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