I would like to thank the reviews I have gotten so far. This chapter is
dedicated to Zoë, because it is her half birthday today, and she used to be
my friend but she is not any more because she has not reviewed this story.
(Haha)
And so Chapter 2 begins-
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Harry was bouncing happily along in the backseat, listening to Dudley and Piers have an argument over which professional football team was the best. He was in complete bliss, thinking of the wonderful life he had before him.
Then he thought of his parents, Lily and James Potter. Harry shivered as he suddenly went cold. He hated how he always remembered his past when he was in a good mood.
Vernon and Petunia had told Harry the story of his parents many times. Petunia, who was his mother's sister, used to like Lily. In fact, Lily and James Potter had once been decent people. Then, when they were eleven years old, they both received invitations welcoming them to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Foolishly, they both attended the school, where they joined an evil community who corrupted Harry's parents, tricking them into becoming more involved in the cult in which they were a part. Afraid, and on the run, they tried to escape the darkness that chased them. Nevertheless, in the end, an evil wizard had viciously murdered both of Harry's parents.
Harry did not hate his parents, nor was he afraid of them. However, Harry was afraid of magic. Because, on the night that Harry's parents were killed, Harry somehow got a scar on his forehead that hurt occasionally and never faded, even though it had been there for almost eleven years. Harry feared that his scar somehow connected him to the frightening world that his parents were part of. Harry was scared that someone would eventually creep out of the shadows of his past and trick him the same way they had tricked his parents. Harry could not help but to think that whoever killed his parents could kill him too.
Harry nestled himself further into the seat of the car and stared at the passing traffic. He tried to comfort himself by thinking about how big the world was, and how impossible it would be for someone to find Harry among the some six billion people there are on the planet.
Harry took a deep breath and concentrated on going to the zoo.
Next to Harry, Piers was talking about Dudley's birthday.
"Yeah, since you decided to invite me to the zoo for your birthday, I'll have to do something cool for you on my birthday. Except for that it is not for about eight months! Your birthday is coming up, isn't it Harry?
Harry swallowed. "Yeah. A few more weeks."
"Where are you going for your birthday", asked Dudley, "Not another Manchester United game, please. I hate football."
The feelings of terror he had had a few moments before returned in full throttle. Harry's eleventh birthday was coming, and Harry knew what that signified. The Hogwarts School had contacted both of his parents when they had turned eleven. Harry had constantly believed that if he could survive through his eleventh birthday without receiving a letter, he would be free from his past for the rest of his life. It was only a few weeks more, and then Harry would know for sure whether his worst fears would come true or not.
Harry sighed. The next three and a half weeks would pass so slowly.
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*sigh*
And so Chapter 2 begins-
~~~~~
Harry was bouncing happily along in the backseat, listening to Dudley and Piers have an argument over which professional football team was the best. He was in complete bliss, thinking of the wonderful life he had before him.
Then he thought of his parents, Lily and James Potter. Harry shivered as he suddenly went cold. He hated how he always remembered his past when he was in a good mood.
Vernon and Petunia had told Harry the story of his parents many times. Petunia, who was his mother's sister, used to like Lily. In fact, Lily and James Potter had once been decent people. Then, when they were eleven years old, they both received invitations welcoming them to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Foolishly, they both attended the school, where they joined an evil community who corrupted Harry's parents, tricking them into becoming more involved in the cult in which they were a part. Afraid, and on the run, they tried to escape the darkness that chased them. Nevertheless, in the end, an evil wizard had viciously murdered both of Harry's parents.
Harry did not hate his parents, nor was he afraid of them. However, Harry was afraid of magic. Because, on the night that Harry's parents were killed, Harry somehow got a scar on his forehead that hurt occasionally and never faded, even though it had been there for almost eleven years. Harry feared that his scar somehow connected him to the frightening world that his parents were part of. Harry was scared that someone would eventually creep out of the shadows of his past and trick him the same way they had tricked his parents. Harry could not help but to think that whoever killed his parents could kill him too.
Harry nestled himself further into the seat of the car and stared at the passing traffic. He tried to comfort himself by thinking about how big the world was, and how impossible it would be for someone to find Harry among the some six billion people there are on the planet.
Harry took a deep breath and concentrated on going to the zoo.
Next to Harry, Piers was talking about Dudley's birthday.
"Yeah, since you decided to invite me to the zoo for your birthday, I'll have to do something cool for you on my birthday. Except for that it is not for about eight months! Your birthday is coming up, isn't it Harry?
Harry swallowed. "Yeah. A few more weeks."
"Where are you going for your birthday", asked Dudley, "Not another Manchester United game, please. I hate football."
The feelings of terror he had had a few moments before returned in full throttle. Harry's eleventh birthday was coming, and Harry knew what that signified. The Hogwarts School had contacted both of his parents when they had turned eleven. Harry had constantly believed that if he could survive through his eleventh birthday without receiving a letter, he would be free from his past for the rest of his life. It was only a few weeks more, and then Harry would know for sure whether his worst fears would come true or not.
Harry sighed. The next three and a half weeks would pass so slowly.
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*sigh*