Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all characters and situations belong to J.K.
Rowling.
Chapter one
'W-would you like some more toast Harry dear?' came the voice of a very nervous aunt.
Harry raised his eyebrows, and momentarily looked at his aunt, then shook his head and went back to his hash browns. Things have been very different in number four, privet drive ever since Harry's return from Kings Cross. For once in his life he had been treated fairly and fed properly, for another matter, he was asked to do nothing in his house. His aunt, uncle and cousin all remained nervously quiet, and were extra nice where anything concerned him. This would have been normal to any other person in the world, but to this boy, it was strangely annoying. His Aunt Petunia had been convinced that her house had been "bugged", so whenever it was heard that Harry was being treated improperly, the mad group of freaks would arrive at her quiet orderly house and turn them all to frogspawn. She shuddered to wonder what the neighbors would think. So now, Harry got even more to eat then his hippopotamus-sized cousin, who glared at him from the edge of the table, but was too scared to say anything.
In short age of sixteen years, Harry has battled murderers, defeated monsters, and escaped the enemy to which he has been bonded to from the day he was born, several times. A few short months ago, he had lost the only person who mattered to him in the world, the only relative to which he had, and who he looked up to. Sirius Black. Countless nights Harry could be heard screaming at the top of his voice for Sirius to come back to him. For the horrible nightmare that had been played in his head like a movie every time he went to sleep, would haunt him. He'd even wake up with his arms outstretched in front of him, just trying to grab Sirius before he made that deathly fall. Sirius laughed at his cousin Bellatrix, then was hit with a spell and fell through the archway, and didn't fall out from the other side. Every night that scene haunted him. Every night.
'Did you send a letter to those frea-' Petunia kicked Vernon under the table and Vernon quickly changed his "frea" to a hacking cough. Vernon cleared his throat then continued,
'Did you send a letter to those friends of yours recently?' he said, with a painful smile on his face. A few short weeks ago, Harry had met the entire order when he exited platform 9 and ¾, they told him to send a letter to them every couple of days to say that he was being treated properly, or else they would come for a visit. Petunia darted her eyes all over the house no doubt looking for a hidden camera.
'Erm, no I don't think I have,' Harry said, and enjoyed the look of pure terror on Dudley's face.
'But, I think I will go now, if that's ok with you.' He said.
'By all means GO! I mean, please do so Harry,' Vernon said, his face returning to color.
Harry grabbed his last piece of bacon, before Dudley could reach them, then turned to the stairs and went to his room.
This room is what changed the house from normal to abnormal. As he entered, the most unlikely of all pets, a snowy owl flew to his shoulder and hooted happily.
'Yes Hedwig, I didn't forget you' Harry said, while reaching in his pocket for his remaining piece of bacon. Hedwig grabbed the bacon with her beak, gave a muffled hoot of thanks and flew to her perch.
Harry then turned to his desk and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill.
July 30th - he wrote, then remembered that his birthday was tomorrow, and that he had been in this house for 4 weeks. He wanted to get out soon.
July 30th
Dear Professor Lupin,
Just writing to tell you guys that I'm ok, although I would fancy a visit around now, staying here is driving me nuts. The Dursleys are convinced that my house is bugged and, that the order is watching and listening to our every word. I've been waiting until the time when you guys decide to come and get me, because all this nice behavior around me is definitely bizarre. - He paused. He'd been wanting to talk about Sirius, and Lupin was one of Sirius' best friends. But he didn't know if Lupin wanted to, he would understand better than Ron or Hermione. They both had parents; they both never lost someone so close.
I still won't believe Sirius is gone. Hey Professor, you know a lot about dark arts and things, are you sure there isn't some way we could go into that archway and get Sirius? Where does it go anyway? I'm going to Mrs. Figg's house or something, because I can't stand this house any more. Harry
Harry went over to Hedwig and tied his letter to her leg, then she flew off into the sunset. Harry then immediately thought of Ron, and regretted sending Hedwig off at once. He pulled another sheet of parchment, dipped his quill in ink and wrote.
Ron,
Just waiting until the order comes and collects me because I've been here way too long. The Dursleys are treating me nicely, believe that. And I'm not bothered at all anymore, not even by Dudley. May seem like paradise to most, but to me it's like a funeral. -
He stopped at the word funeral, and thought about Sirius yet again. How were they even going to have a funeral for him if he's really dead? No wait, don't think about that. He's alive, I know it.
How did your mum react when you told her that I was the one supplying Fred and George with the money for their shop? I bet they're making a bundle. Anyway, say hi to everyone for me.
Harry
Harry amused himself knowing that Fred and George were going to take Dr. Filibuster out of business, he can sure use some of their fireworks to create some racket in this house, too much quiet seemed strange to him. He left the letter next to Hedwig's perch so she could take it to Ron when she comes back.
Harry went downstairs and was immediately met by his aunt and uncle.
'So. boy, did they get the letter? Because I'm not having those kind of freaks here under my roof-'
'VERNON!!!!' Petunia roared, and hid behind his large body, muttering something about how "they're" listening.
'Oh no. they'll have to hear about that' Harry said, an evil grin on his face.
'No, no boy. I di-didn't say anything. I-I didn't mean that.' Vernon said, stuttering.
'WE DIDN'T MEAN THAT O, FRIENDS OF HARRY. JUST DON'T TURN US INTO SLUGS PLEASE!!!!!' Petunia shrieked, still fully hidden behind Vernon.
'Well, Hedwig is out right now, so when she returns I shall inform them of this. situation' Harry said, having no intention to send a message at all.
Petunia burst into tears and Vernon's face turned purple again.
Harry strode out the front doors still laughing about how much fright he caused for the Dursleys. He made his way over to Mrs. Figg's house; now knowing she was a squib, so it was perfectly fine to talk with her. He walked up her front lawn, expecting to trip over numerous cats. But strangely, didn't find any at all.
He knocked on her door and waited for the old screechy "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
When she opened the door he stood to the side to let the river of cats out, without clawing him to death. Except when she did open it, there were no cats.
'Harry!' She said pulling him inside.
'Hi Mrs. Figg, what's new in the wizard world' Harry said, eyeing The Daily Prophet on her kitchen table.
'Oh, nothing Harry, nothing' Mrs. Figg said, placing it on top her newspaper pile.
'But-' Harry started, but was suddenly knocked down to the floor by a large mass of black fur. Harry slowly lifted himself up only to be paralyzed with confusion.
'Snuffles?' Harry said, staring at the black shaggy dog.
Eek! My very first fan fiction chapter!!! I hope you guys like it. I must say that I am a VERY big Sirius fan (look at my pen name, duh) And I'm devastated by his death. Well I won't mention any more Sirius news here, you'll just have to read the next chapter. once I write it. Well, please review! I'd love to get any at all. So feel free to give your opinion or pointers, or criticize me I'd love criticism. Constructive or not . Stay tuned!
Chapter one
'W-would you like some more toast Harry dear?' came the voice of a very nervous aunt.
Harry raised his eyebrows, and momentarily looked at his aunt, then shook his head and went back to his hash browns. Things have been very different in number four, privet drive ever since Harry's return from Kings Cross. For once in his life he had been treated fairly and fed properly, for another matter, he was asked to do nothing in his house. His aunt, uncle and cousin all remained nervously quiet, and were extra nice where anything concerned him. This would have been normal to any other person in the world, but to this boy, it was strangely annoying. His Aunt Petunia had been convinced that her house had been "bugged", so whenever it was heard that Harry was being treated improperly, the mad group of freaks would arrive at her quiet orderly house and turn them all to frogspawn. She shuddered to wonder what the neighbors would think. So now, Harry got even more to eat then his hippopotamus-sized cousin, who glared at him from the edge of the table, but was too scared to say anything.
In short age of sixteen years, Harry has battled murderers, defeated monsters, and escaped the enemy to which he has been bonded to from the day he was born, several times. A few short months ago, he had lost the only person who mattered to him in the world, the only relative to which he had, and who he looked up to. Sirius Black. Countless nights Harry could be heard screaming at the top of his voice for Sirius to come back to him. For the horrible nightmare that had been played in his head like a movie every time he went to sleep, would haunt him. He'd even wake up with his arms outstretched in front of him, just trying to grab Sirius before he made that deathly fall. Sirius laughed at his cousin Bellatrix, then was hit with a spell and fell through the archway, and didn't fall out from the other side. Every night that scene haunted him. Every night.
'Did you send a letter to those frea-' Petunia kicked Vernon under the table and Vernon quickly changed his "frea" to a hacking cough. Vernon cleared his throat then continued,
'Did you send a letter to those friends of yours recently?' he said, with a painful smile on his face. A few short weeks ago, Harry had met the entire order when he exited platform 9 and ¾, they told him to send a letter to them every couple of days to say that he was being treated properly, or else they would come for a visit. Petunia darted her eyes all over the house no doubt looking for a hidden camera.
'Erm, no I don't think I have,' Harry said, and enjoyed the look of pure terror on Dudley's face.
'But, I think I will go now, if that's ok with you.' He said.
'By all means GO! I mean, please do so Harry,' Vernon said, his face returning to color.
Harry grabbed his last piece of bacon, before Dudley could reach them, then turned to the stairs and went to his room.
This room is what changed the house from normal to abnormal. As he entered, the most unlikely of all pets, a snowy owl flew to his shoulder and hooted happily.
'Yes Hedwig, I didn't forget you' Harry said, while reaching in his pocket for his remaining piece of bacon. Hedwig grabbed the bacon with her beak, gave a muffled hoot of thanks and flew to her perch.
Harry then turned to his desk and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill.
July 30th - he wrote, then remembered that his birthday was tomorrow, and that he had been in this house for 4 weeks. He wanted to get out soon.
July 30th
Dear Professor Lupin,
Just writing to tell you guys that I'm ok, although I would fancy a visit around now, staying here is driving me nuts. The Dursleys are convinced that my house is bugged and, that the order is watching and listening to our every word. I've been waiting until the time when you guys decide to come and get me, because all this nice behavior around me is definitely bizarre. - He paused. He'd been wanting to talk about Sirius, and Lupin was one of Sirius' best friends. But he didn't know if Lupin wanted to, he would understand better than Ron or Hermione. They both had parents; they both never lost someone so close.
I still won't believe Sirius is gone. Hey Professor, you know a lot about dark arts and things, are you sure there isn't some way we could go into that archway and get Sirius? Where does it go anyway? I'm going to Mrs. Figg's house or something, because I can't stand this house any more. Harry
Harry went over to Hedwig and tied his letter to her leg, then she flew off into the sunset. Harry then immediately thought of Ron, and regretted sending Hedwig off at once. He pulled another sheet of parchment, dipped his quill in ink and wrote.
Ron,
Just waiting until the order comes and collects me because I've been here way too long. The Dursleys are treating me nicely, believe that. And I'm not bothered at all anymore, not even by Dudley. May seem like paradise to most, but to me it's like a funeral. -
He stopped at the word funeral, and thought about Sirius yet again. How were they even going to have a funeral for him if he's really dead? No wait, don't think about that. He's alive, I know it.
How did your mum react when you told her that I was the one supplying Fred and George with the money for their shop? I bet they're making a bundle. Anyway, say hi to everyone for me.
Harry
Harry amused himself knowing that Fred and George were going to take Dr. Filibuster out of business, he can sure use some of their fireworks to create some racket in this house, too much quiet seemed strange to him. He left the letter next to Hedwig's perch so she could take it to Ron when she comes back.
Harry went downstairs and was immediately met by his aunt and uncle.
'So. boy, did they get the letter? Because I'm not having those kind of freaks here under my roof-'
'VERNON!!!!' Petunia roared, and hid behind his large body, muttering something about how "they're" listening.
'Oh no. they'll have to hear about that' Harry said, an evil grin on his face.
'No, no boy. I di-didn't say anything. I-I didn't mean that.' Vernon said, stuttering.
'WE DIDN'T MEAN THAT O, FRIENDS OF HARRY. JUST DON'T TURN US INTO SLUGS PLEASE!!!!!' Petunia shrieked, still fully hidden behind Vernon.
'Well, Hedwig is out right now, so when she returns I shall inform them of this. situation' Harry said, having no intention to send a message at all.
Petunia burst into tears and Vernon's face turned purple again.
Harry strode out the front doors still laughing about how much fright he caused for the Dursleys. He made his way over to Mrs. Figg's house; now knowing she was a squib, so it was perfectly fine to talk with her. He walked up her front lawn, expecting to trip over numerous cats. But strangely, didn't find any at all.
He knocked on her door and waited for the old screechy "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
When she opened the door he stood to the side to let the river of cats out, without clawing him to death. Except when she did open it, there were no cats.
'Harry!' She said pulling him inside.
'Hi Mrs. Figg, what's new in the wizard world' Harry said, eyeing The Daily Prophet on her kitchen table.
'Oh, nothing Harry, nothing' Mrs. Figg said, placing it on top her newspaper pile.
'But-' Harry started, but was suddenly knocked down to the floor by a large mass of black fur. Harry slowly lifted himself up only to be paralyzed with confusion.
'Snuffles?' Harry said, staring at the black shaggy dog.
Eek! My very first fan fiction chapter!!! I hope you guys like it. I must say that I am a VERY big Sirius fan (look at my pen name, duh) And I'm devastated by his death. Well I won't mention any more Sirius news here, you'll just have to read the next chapter. once I write it. Well, please review! I'd love to get any at all. So feel free to give your opinion or pointers, or criticize me I'd love criticism. Constructive or not . Stay tuned!