Disclaimer: Do I really need to do these in front of every chapter? Oh
well. I own nothing but the plot you know that. All belongs to J.K. Rowling
and blah, blah, blah.
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A.N. since these italics aren't working, I decided to but thoughts like 'this' (speech is like "this") and letters are separated from the rest with this pattern: /\/\/\/\/\/\/\. Any better ideas PLEASE let me know.
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Stormy weather surrounded Little Winging for the next few days, and Harry attributed that to the wait for a reply from his friends. He lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling, with nothing to do. Normally he would probably be doing chores, but the Dursley's had gone to visit some friends across town. So all he did was think about things and that made him slightly anxious. He was anxious not just because he wanted to know what caused the mysterious happenings, but it was almost his birthday.
His birthday was around the corner - just 2 days away now - and it was Harry's hope that he would be able to get away and actually celebrate his birthday away from the confines of Number 4 Privet Drive. He hoped that for his 16th birthday (or his "sweet sixteen" as Aunt Petunia had called Dudley's) he would be able to have an actually party. He wasn't even picky just maybe a cake (that hadn't been sat on by anybody) and an actual get- together. He didn't actually think it would though because Dumbledore always made him stay at least half the summer and his birthday was the just on the verge of the half.
His thoughts of birthdays were soon interrupted by a screeching noise. 'Hedwig!' He thought immediately. He turned and lo and behold there she was. Attached to her leg was a very small note written in Professor Dumbledore's handwriting:
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Harry,
I have sent Nymphadora Tonks to escort you back to the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters. She will be in a Ministry car and will be arriving at precisely 6:00pm on the 29th of July.
Sincerely, A. Dumbledore
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Harry jerked his head up and looked at his calendar - today was the 29th! His head whipped over to the clock - it was 5:58! He ran around his room and packed as quickly as possible. He tried doing that trick Tonks had shown him but failed and ended up just wasting time. He was packed and downstairs by 6:02. No sign of Tonks. Harry was worried that he had missed her. But he put that thought out of his mind because he knew Tonks wouldn't leave without him. He waited and waited until she finally showed up at 6:20.
"Tonks!" Harry called when she got out of the car, her hair now long, drab and brown.
"Hi, Harry! How's it going?" She cheerfully greeted him.
"Good, now that your hear! I can't wait to leave the Dursley's!" Tonks laughed and helped Harry get his bags into the car. He couldn't help but ask, "What happened to your hair?"
"Oh this? Yeah, it's kinda boring, I know, but I didn't feel like giving your aunt a heart attack." She giggled as the car set off.
"Doesn't matter anyway. The Dursley's left for a friends house a while ago and won't be back until later tonight."
"Oh! Really?" Harry nodded. "Well in that case." Tonks blinked quickly and her hair into a neon green spiky porcupine look. "Like it?"
"Much better!" he exclaimed.
They continued small talk for a bit longer, but then Harry asked Tonks if she knew anything about what happened with his fever thing. Tonks became slightly uncomfortable "Well. about that Harry. I know a bit about the spell, but not much else. And we don't know who did it anyway. Sorry Harry. But hey! Look we're almost there!"
"What do you mean they don't know who it was? Besides, we've been traveling for less then an hour. It took us around 4 hours to get there when we were flying."
Tonks ignored his prying, "Well, Ministry cars, kind of cheat, if you know what I mean, not to mention Mad-eye isn't driving so we don't double back every 5 seconds."
"Still." Harry wasn't convinced. Then he looked out his window and saw the recognisable area around 12 Grimauld Place. At the sight of his godfather's house, an uncomfortable silence grew between them. The emotions he had felt just a few nights before were returning, slowly trickling back in, despite the fact Harry tried to shut them out.
"So, um, you are still, uh, using, S-S-" - He stumbled over his godfathers name - " Sirius's house?"
Tonks shifted around uncomfortably, "Well, actually, when they read his will, it turns out that, um, he left everything to you. So uh, now its um, your house."
"They read his will already? Why wasn't I there?" Harry's sorrow turned to rage. "Were you planning on just going on with everything without me?"
" Now Harry, you know it's not like that." Tonks attempted to reason with Harry as the car stopped and they got out." Remember at Sirius' funeral how Dumbledore asked you if you wanted to be involved in the legal proceedings? You seemed quite happy to be left out of all that then."
"Yeah, well, maybe I want to be involved with all that now!" Harry knew this sounded lame as soon as the words left his lips. Tonks just sighed and rolled her eyes as she waved her wand and mumbled a spell as his trunks started to float along up the path to the House of Black. He was still angry though, mostly at his own ignorance, so he slammed the car's trunk down as hard as possible.
"Oy! Harry! Don't sneak up on us like that!" cried Fred stepping out of the house alongside George laughing.
"Harry's here? I had no idea; he was so quiet!" George piped in.
Hermione gave both of them one of her disapproving glares, then walked joyfully over to Harry with Ron, "Hi Harry!" They chorused
"Hermione! Ron! Long time no see!"
"Yeah. Sorry I didn't reply to your last letter, Dumbledore said he was sending you straight here so I didn't bother. Come on in." She led him inside, Ron right behind him.
Harry had barely gotten two steps into the house when he was barraged by people saying things like "Harry, dear! How are you?", "So nice to see you!" and "Are you feeling okay?" to which he mumbled replies to with a fake smile plastered onto his face.
Remus Lupin quickly broke up the crowd. "Okay everybody, I think that Harry needs to rest after his trip, don't you Harry?"
Harry wasn't the least bit tired but caught on quickly. "Yeah. I'm really" He let out a fake yawn as Ron tried to suppress a snicker, "exhausted."
Swiftly Hermione, Ron and Harry made their way upstairs into Harry and Ron's room. Harry sat down on his bed beside his luggage, which Tonks sent upstairs and begins to interrogate the two of them. "Do you have any idea what the spell was? Or who did it? Or how they did it? Or -"
"Harry! Chill!" Ron tried to calm Harry.
"It's called tiempiosa, and actually its fairly simple. It's not designed to kill it just causes an objects temperature to rise or fall," explained Hermione. "Watch." She pointed at Harry's pillow. She waved her wand in a clockwise circle then jabbed in the middle saying "Tiempiosa!"
Harry put his hand on the pillow. "It's the same temperature Hermione," he said in a confused tone.
"Wait." She replied. Then she raised her hand few inches. He felt it warm up. For every little bit she moved her wand up so did the temperature of the pillow increase. Then she moved it downwards and the pillow cooled until it was back to its normal temperature. Then she cooled it some more. Then she moved her wand in a counter-clockwise direction and his pillow was its normal temperature again.
Ron continued, "We don't know who did it but they must have been in your room because the spell is very direct."
A chill went down Harry's spine at the sound of that. "They were in my room?!? I guess I'm not so safe after all."
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A.N. Ok, Maybe that's not then greatest ending but still. I hope you enjoy.
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A.N. since these italics aren't working, I decided to but thoughts like 'this' (speech is like "this") and letters are separated from the rest with this pattern: /\/\/\/\/\/\/\. Any better ideas PLEASE let me know.
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Stormy weather surrounded Little Winging for the next few days, and Harry attributed that to the wait for a reply from his friends. He lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling, with nothing to do. Normally he would probably be doing chores, but the Dursley's had gone to visit some friends across town. So all he did was think about things and that made him slightly anxious. He was anxious not just because he wanted to know what caused the mysterious happenings, but it was almost his birthday.
His birthday was around the corner - just 2 days away now - and it was Harry's hope that he would be able to get away and actually celebrate his birthday away from the confines of Number 4 Privet Drive. He hoped that for his 16th birthday (or his "sweet sixteen" as Aunt Petunia had called Dudley's) he would be able to have an actually party. He wasn't even picky just maybe a cake (that hadn't been sat on by anybody) and an actual get- together. He didn't actually think it would though because Dumbledore always made him stay at least half the summer and his birthday was the just on the verge of the half.
His thoughts of birthdays were soon interrupted by a screeching noise. 'Hedwig!' He thought immediately. He turned and lo and behold there she was. Attached to her leg was a very small note written in Professor Dumbledore's handwriting:
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Harry,
I have sent Nymphadora Tonks to escort you back to the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters. She will be in a Ministry car and will be arriving at precisely 6:00pm on the 29th of July.
Sincerely, A. Dumbledore
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Harry jerked his head up and looked at his calendar - today was the 29th! His head whipped over to the clock - it was 5:58! He ran around his room and packed as quickly as possible. He tried doing that trick Tonks had shown him but failed and ended up just wasting time. He was packed and downstairs by 6:02. No sign of Tonks. Harry was worried that he had missed her. But he put that thought out of his mind because he knew Tonks wouldn't leave without him. He waited and waited until she finally showed up at 6:20.
"Tonks!" Harry called when she got out of the car, her hair now long, drab and brown.
"Hi, Harry! How's it going?" She cheerfully greeted him.
"Good, now that your hear! I can't wait to leave the Dursley's!" Tonks laughed and helped Harry get his bags into the car. He couldn't help but ask, "What happened to your hair?"
"Oh this? Yeah, it's kinda boring, I know, but I didn't feel like giving your aunt a heart attack." She giggled as the car set off.
"Doesn't matter anyway. The Dursley's left for a friends house a while ago and won't be back until later tonight."
"Oh! Really?" Harry nodded. "Well in that case." Tonks blinked quickly and her hair into a neon green spiky porcupine look. "Like it?"
"Much better!" he exclaimed.
They continued small talk for a bit longer, but then Harry asked Tonks if she knew anything about what happened with his fever thing. Tonks became slightly uncomfortable "Well. about that Harry. I know a bit about the spell, but not much else. And we don't know who did it anyway. Sorry Harry. But hey! Look we're almost there!"
"What do you mean they don't know who it was? Besides, we've been traveling for less then an hour. It took us around 4 hours to get there when we were flying."
Tonks ignored his prying, "Well, Ministry cars, kind of cheat, if you know what I mean, not to mention Mad-eye isn't driving so we don't double back every 5 seconds."
"Still." Harry wasn't convinced. Then he looked out his window and saw the recognisable area around 12 Grimauld Place. At the sight of his godfather's house, an uncomfortable silence grew between them. The emotions he had felt just a few nights before were returning, slowly trickling back in, despite the fact Harry tried to shut them out.
"So, um, you are still, uh, using, S-S-" - He stumbled over his godfathers name - " Sirius's house?"
Tonks shifted around uncomfortably, "Well, actually, when they read his will, it turns out that, um, he left everything to you. So uh, now its um, your house."
"They read his will already? Why wasn't I there?" Harry's sorrow turned to rage. "Were you planning on just going on with everything without me?"
" Now Harry, you know it's not like that." Tonks attempted to reason with Harry as the car stopped and they got out." Remember at Sirius' funeral how Dumbledore asked you if you wanted to be involved in the legal proceedings? You seemed quite happy to be left out of all that then."
"Yeah, well, maybe I want to be involved with all that now!" Harry knew this sounded lame as soon as the words left his lips. Tonks just sighed and rolled her eyes as she waved her wand and mumbled a spell as his trunks started to float along up the path to the House of Black. He was still angry though, mostly at his own ignorance, so he slammed the car's trunk down as hard as possible.
"Oy! Harry! Don't sneak up on us like that!" cried Fred stepping out of the house alongside George laughing.
"Harry's here? I had no idea; he was so quiet!" George piped in.
Hermione gave both of them one of her disapproving glares, then walked joyfully over to Harry with Ron, "Hi Harry!" They chorused
"Hermione! Ron! Long time no see!"
"Yeah. Sorry I didn't reply to your last letter, Dumbledore said he was sending you straight here so I didn't bother. Come on in." She led him inside, Ron right behind him.
Harry had barely gotten two steps into the house when he was barraged by people saying things like "Harry, dear! How are you?", "So nice to see you!" and "Are you feeling okay?" to which he mumbled replies to with a fake smile plastered onto his face.
Remus Lupin quickly broke up the crowd. "Okay everybody, I think that Harry needs to rest after his trip, don't you Harry?"
Harry wasn't the least bit tired but caught on quickly. "Yeah. I'm really" He let out a fake yawn as Ron tried to suppress a snicker, "exhausted."
Swiftly Hermione, Ron and Harry made their way upstairs into Harry and Ron's room. Harry sat down on his bed beside his luggage, which Tonks sent upstairs and begins to interrogate the two of them. "Do you have any idea what the spell was? Or who did it? Or how they did it? Or -"
"Harry! Chill!" Ron tried to calm Harry.
"It's called tiempiosa, and actually its fairly simple. It's not designed to kill it just causes an objects temperature to rise or fall," explained Hermione. "Watch." She pointed at Harry's pillow. She waved her wand in a clockwise circle then jabbed in the middle saying "Tiempiosa!"
Harry put his hand on the pillow. "It's the same temperature Hermione," he said in a confused tone.
"Wait." She replied. Then she raised her hand few inches. He felt it warm up. For every little bit she moved her wand up so did the temperature of the pillow increase. Then she moved it downwards and the pillow cooled until it was back to its normal temperature. Then she cooled it some more. Then she moved her wand in a counter-clockwise direction and his pillow was its normal temperature again.
Ron continued, "We don't know who did it but they must have been in your room because the spell is very direct."
A chill went down Harry's spine at the sound of that. "They were in my room?!? I guess I'm not so safe after all."
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A.N. Ok, Maybe that's not then greatest ending but still. I hope you enjoy.
