The Heir of Lady O
By Midnight Fenix
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the books characters the all belong to J.K Rowling.
A/N: Even though the fifth book is out this takes place after the 4th book, but Harry knows about the order because Dumbeldore told him about it at the end of his fourth year.
Chapter 1
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In the front yard of number four Privet Dr. there was a boy, a teenager of almost 16 years. He had raven black hair and stunning green eyes. He was different from the other boys of the neighbourhood. He was a wizard not a criminal like his uncle told everyone, although in his uncle's eyes criminal and wizard were one and the same. He was Harry Potter. He was famous before he could speak. Now what would a famous wizard boy be doing in front of the worst kind of mugle house you ask?? He was tending to the garden. His uncle Vernon decided that he should still have to earn his keep, but Harry didn't mind, it kept his mind off the return of Voldemort.
Once he had finished with the garden he was done his chores for the day and he couldn't do his homework during the day, so he decided to take a walk. As he walked he bumped in to Ms. Fig, he hoped she wouldn't ask him over for tea. Almost every time she saw him she asked him round. Luckily she didn't, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. After his walk he went back to number four Privet Dr had a quick dinner and went up to his room. He pulled out a book that Hermione had sent him: "Hogwarts a history." He decided he might as well read it, that way he didn't have to depend on her for all sorts of information.
By Midnight Fenix
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the books characters the all belong to J.K Rowling.
A/N: Even though the fifth book is out this takes place after the 4th book, but Harry knows about the order because Dumbeldore told him about it at the end of his fourth year.
Chapter 1
Default chapter
In the front yard of number four Privet Dr. there was a boy, a teenager of almost 16 years. He had raven black hair and stunning green eyes. He was different from the other boys of the neighbourhood. He was a wizard not a criminal like his uncle told everyone, although in his uncle's eyes criminal and wizard were one and the same. He was Harry Potter. He was famous before he could speak. Now what would a famous wizard boy be doing in front of the worst kind of mugle house you ask?? He was tending to the garden. His uncle Vernon decided that he should still have to earn his keep, but Harry didn't mind, it kept his mind off the return of Voldemort.
Once he had finished with the garden he was done his chores for the day and he couldn't do his homework during the day, so he decided to take a walk. As he walked he bumped in to Ms. Fig, he hoped she wouldn't ask him over for tea. Almost every time she saw him she asked him round. Luckily she didn't, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. After his walk he went back to number four Privet Dr had a quick dinner and went up to his room. He pulled out a book that Hermione had sent him: "Hogwarts a history." He decided he might as well read it, that way he didn't have to depend on her for all sorts of information.