A/N: Wheee! This was a quick update indeed - much quicker than a month!
Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. Please review and let me know what
you think :)
~RV
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That night, Harry sat on his bed exploring photo album after photo album, mesmerised by what he saw. Some of the photos he had already seen, thanks to the album Hagrid had given him back at the end of Harry's first year at Hogwarts but most were new to him. From the attic, Harry had brought all the boxes down with him, a struggle in itself let alone without any help from the Dursley's, who were ignoring him again. Not that he minded that they were avoiding him, he just felt that they could have at least helped him, especially after what Dumbledore had said to them.
Harry had never felt loser to his family than ever before as he saw pictures of his grandparents and what could possibly be his cousins, bringing him to wonder where they could be now. He also saw his mothers family however, he noticed that many of these photographs were normal, muggle ones. He had also found during his rummaging, old diaries belonging to his mother. Feeling as though they would be quite personal, he decided it would be too weird to read those, just yet anyway.
Harry suddenly swung his head around just as a huge eagle owl swooped through the open bedroom window. Clasped in its beak was a letter addressed to Harry, along with a large roll of parchment. Taking both the letter and the parchment from the owl, Harry watched as the owl flew around the room, swooping high and low before finally completing a number of loops and flew back out into the cloudy night sky. Harry, who had never seen a owl perform tricks before, sat amazed before opening his letter.
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Dear Harry
How are ya mate? We'll be coming 'round to get ya tomorrow. Mum's making us take Mad-Eye with as a precaution. You'll only be gone from the muggles for the day. See ya at nine o'clock.
Fred and George
P.s. How do ya like the poster? Pretty nifty hey!
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Harry put down the letter and unrolled the large piece of parchment. In bright red and gold flashing writing were the words:
Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes: For all you entertainment needs right in Diagon Alley!
"Looks like they're doing okay for themselves" smiled Harry. At least he had something to look forward to tomorrow. Exhausted, he agreed to continue looking through the boxes later and drifted off to sleep.
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The room was pitch black as Harry was woken by a shuffling noise in his room. Someone was standing over him, watching him sleep. Quickly, he reached for his glasses and put them on just as an eerie glow filled the room, illuminating the person who stood over him, their red snake-like eyes staring menacingly at him.
"Do you really think you can win this one?" snarled Lord Voldermort as he came closer to Harry, "Do you really think you can kill me?"
"Yes!" screamed Harry "It has to be! It can only be me! The prophecy said."
"The prophecy also said" continued Voldermort as he cut off Harry, "That I can successfully kill you". Voldermort stood up straight as he raised his wand "Goodbye Potter. Avada."
Harry felt as though he had been punched in the face. Struggling, he felt another blow, this one sinking straight into his stomach. Suddenly, he opened his eyes just in time to see Dudley glaring at him, his fists raised, ready to strike again.
"About time" grunted Dudley "Will you keep your nightmares to yourself for a change? I was trying to sleep!" Disgruntled, Dudley marched from Harry's room and slammed the door shut behind him. Shaking, Harry looked at his wristwatch and saw that it was 8.09am. Slowly sitting up, Harry unwillingly recalled his dream. Was it simply just a dream or did that just really happen?
"But" thought Harry hurriedly, "Voldermort doesn't know the full details of the prophecy! Or, maybe he does now.". Harry, rubbing his scar which these days, never seemed to stop aching, again thought to himself.
"I think I really need to continue Occlumency lessons again".
His first instinct was to write to Sirius but quickly shaking that from his head before he could get too emotional, he decided on writing to Dumbledore. However, as Lupin had already said, Dumbledore was even busier than usual these days. Harry's heart sank as he realised there was only one other person he could turn to. Feeling almost sick, he found a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote "Dear Professor Snape".
Harry stopped. This was crazy! What was he thinking?! Yet, he knew that his Occlumency lessons were of extreme importance now and that Snape was the only one who could help him now. Quickly, before he could change his mind, Harry scribbled down a letter:
I really need to continue Occlumency lessons. Can you teach me?
-Harry Potter
Harry hurriedly turned to Hedwig and gave her the letter. He decided that he didn't want to explain why he needed Snape's help at this point in time. "Hedwig, can you deliver this to Snape for me? Can you find him?" Hedwig gave Harry a strange look before flying out the window into what was turning out to be a sunny day. Harry almost couldn't believe what he had just done as he got himself dressed and went down to breakfast. Still, the lessons were important, especially now that Voldermort realised what control he could possibly have over Harry.
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As Harry entered the kitchen, two figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Arghhh!" screamed Dudley as he recognised the two figures to be the same two that led to him having a massive sized tongue a couple of summers ago. Harry remembering, almost let out a loud laugh.
"Hey Harry!" exclaimed Fred.
"Keeping out of trouble" asked George.
"What, like you two?" laughed Harry.
"Hey, you should know us by now" answered Fred
"Yeah, we've never"
"Ever"
"Been in trouble"
"Ever" finished George.
Another figure suddenly apparated into the room. Harry saw that the new figure was holding what looked like a deflated basketball. "Hello Harry' growled Mad-Eye Moody as he waved his wand over the basketball, "Ready to go?"
"We'll get you some breakfast once we're there" George told Harry, eyeing the Dursleys.
"Ummm, where are we going exactly?" asked Harry.
"Diagon Alley of course!" answered Fred, laughing.
"Yeah, it's about time you saw our store" laughed George.
"Right Harry" spoke Mad-Eye "The portkey is ready to go. Hold onto this" Mad-Eye held out the basketball for Harry to take a hold of. "I'm coming with you and Fred and George are going to apparate there. Ready?"
"See you there" said Fred as with a crack, George and himself had disappeared.
"Okay Harry" said Mad-Eye "Three, two, one, here we go".
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A/N: That's it for now! Thank you to everyone who has read my fic so far and to everyone who has left reviews - Thanks again :) Hopefully I'll have an update for everyone soon!
~RV
~RV
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That night, Harry sat on his bed exploring photo album after photo album, mesmerised by what he saw. Some of the photos he had already seen, thanks to the album Hagrid had given him back at the end of Harry's first year at Hogwarts but most were new to him. From the attic, Harry had brought all the boxes down with him, a struggle in itself let alone without any help from the Dursley's, who were ignoring him again. Not that he minded that they were avoiding him, he just felt that they could have at least helped him, especially after what Dumbledore had said to them.
Harry had never felt loser to his family than ever before as he saw pictures of his grandparents and what could possibly be his cousins, bringing him to wonder where they could be now. He also saw his mothers family however, he noticed that many of these photographs were normal, muggle ones. He had also found during his rummaging, old diaries belonging to his mother. Feeling as though they would be quite personal, he decided it would be too weird to read those, just yet anyway.
Harry suddenly swung his head around just as a huge eagle owl swooped through the open bedroom window. Clasped in its beak was a letter addressed to Harry, along with a large roll of parchment. Taking both the letter and the parchment from the owl, Harry watched as the owl flew around the room, swooping high and low before finally completing a number of loops and flew back out into the cloudy night sky. Harry, who had never seen a owl perform tricks before, sat amazed before opening his letter.
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Dear Harry
How are ya mate? We'll be coming 'round to get ya tomorrow. Mum's making us take Mad-Eye with as a precaution. You'll only be gone from the muggles for the day. See ya at nine o'clock.
Fred and George
P.s. How do ya like the poster? Pretty nifty hey!
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Harry put down the letter and unrolled the large piece of parchment. In bright red and gold flashing writing were the words:
Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes: For all you entertainment needs right in Diagon Alley!
"Looks like they're doing okay for themselves" smiled Harry. At least he had something to look forward to tomorrow. Exhausted, he agreed to continue looking through the boxes later and drifted off to sleep.
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The room was pitch black as Harry was woken by a shuffling noise in his room. Someone was standing over him, watching him sleep. Quickly, he reached for his glasses and put them on just as an eerie glow filled the room, illuminating the person who stood over him, their red snake-like eyes staring menacingly at him.
"Do you really think you can win this one?" snarled Lord Voldermort as he came closer to Harry, "Do you really think you can kill me?"
"Yes!" screamed Harry "It has to be! It can only be me! The prophecy said."
"The prophecy also said" continued Voldermort as he cut off Harry, "That I can successfully kill you". Voldermort stood up straight as he raised his wand "Goodbye Potter. Avada."
Harry felt as though he had been punched in the face. Struggling, he felt another blow, this one sinking straight into his stomach. Suddenly, he opened his eyes just in time to see Dudley glaring at him, his fists raised, ready to strike again.
"About time" grunted Dudley "Will you keep your nightmares to yourself for a change? I was trying to sleep!" Disgruntled, Dudley marched from Harry's room and slammed the door shut behind him. Shaking, Harry looked at his wristwatch and saw that it was 8.09am. Slowly sitting up, Harry unwillingly recalled his dream. Was it simply just a dream or did that just really happen?
"But" thought Harry hurriedly, "Voldermort doesn't know the full details of the prophecy! Or, maybe he does now.". Harry, rubbing his scar which these days, never seemed to stop aching, again thought to himself.
"I think I really need to continue Occlumency lessons again".
His first instinct was to write to Sirius but quickly shaking that from his head before he could get too emotional, he decided on writing to Dumbledore. However, as Lupin had already said, Dumbledore was even busier than usual these days. Harry's heart sank as he realised there was only one other person he could turn to. Feeling almost sick, he found a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote "Dear Professor Snape".
Harry stopped. This was crazy! What was he thinking?! Yet, he knew that his Occlumency lessons were of extreme importance now and that Snape was the only one who could help him now. Quickly, before he could change his mind, Harry scribbled down a letter:
I really need to continue Occlumency lessons. Can you teach me?
-Harry Potter
Harry hurriedly turned to Hedwig and gave her the letter. He decided that he didn't want to explain why he needed Snape's help at this point in time. "Hedwig, can you deliver this to Snape for me? Can you find him?" Hedwig gave Harry a strange look before flying out the window into what was turning out to be a sunny day. Harry almost couldn't believe what he had just done as he got himself dressed and went down to breakfast. Still, the lessons were important, especially now that Voldermort realised what control he could possibly have over Harry.
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As Harry entered the kitchen, two figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Arghhh!" screamed Dudley as he recognised the two figures to be the same two that led to him having a massive sized tongue a couple of summers ago. Harry remembering, almost let out a loud laugh.
"Hey Harry!" exclaimed Fred.
"Keeping out of trouble" asked George.
"What, like you two?" laughed Harry.
"Hey, you should know us by now" answered Fred
"Yeah, we've never"
"Ever"
"Been in trouble"
"Ever" finished George.
Another figure suddenly apparated into the room. Harry saw that the new figure was holding what looked like a deflated basketball. "Hello Harry' growled Mad-Eye Moody as he waved his wand over the basketball, "Ready to go?"
"We'll get you some breakfast once we're there" George told Harry, eyeing the Dursleys.
"Ummm, where are we going exactly?" asked Harry.
"Diagon Alley of course!" answered Fred, laughing.
"Yeah, it's about time you saw our store" laughed George.
"Right Harry" spoke Mad-Eye "The portkey is ready to go. Hold onto this" Mad-Eye held out the basketball for Harry to take a hold of. "I'm coming with you and Fred and George are going to apparate there. Ready?"
"See you there" said Fred as with a crack, George and himself had disappeared.
"Okay Harry" said Mad-Eye "Three, two, one, here we go".
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A/N: That's it for now! Thank you to everyone who has read my fic so far and to everyone who has left reviews - Thanks again :) Hopefully I'll have an update for everyone soon!
~RV