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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Let's face it, if I did I wouldn't be writing this would I? All the characters (with the exception of Rachel who is mine-ALL MINE *manic laugh*) belong to good old J.K
The Summons
Fully clothed in Dudley's cast-offs, Harry stared up at the ceiling as if it didn't exist, imagining the stars and planets beyond, and the dark curtain. "Stop it," he scolded himself, "Don't relive it." However, try as he might, the echoes of that that dreaded night rebounded off the walls of Harry's desolate mind, empty-but for thoughts of Sirius.
The long summer holidays spent in the muggle world had given Harry a lot of time to think; and although he still blamed himself for what happened to Sirius, Dumbledore's words at the end of last term had helped him to convince himself that t wasn't just him to blame for his godfather's dea.
Harry jumped up and whacked his head across the wall. Much to his satisfaction, it relieved him from thoughts of Sirius. The only side effect was that he now had a pounding headache. He smiled a little when h recalled memories of Dobby the house elf doing exactly the same actions he himself had just performed-bashing his head against a wall to remove feelings of guilt.
Harry sighed, walked over to his small window and looked out over the familiar, trim gardens of Privet Drive, illuminated by the silvery light of the moon. His smile grew a little wider as he thought of his teacher, friend and now mentor-Remus Lupin, one quarter of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Pro.
All of a sudden, a slight flutter of wings caught his eye. He looked up and saw, silhouetted against the circular orb of light, the unmistakable figure of an owl. His heart and spirits rose-a message from the wizarding world.
Although life at the Dursley's had improved considerably since ex- professor 'Mad-Eye' Moody had had words (including several not-so-subtle threats) with Uncle Vernon; things were still unbearably dull when the only people Harry could talk to kept looking at him as if he were an escaped Hippogriff.
The Owl dipped slightly and gracefully landed at Harry's windowsill. Harry didn't recognise it at first but soon realised why-the letter it carried bore the crest of the Order of the Phoenix.
In fact, this was not too different to the Hogwarts crest-and purposely so. A quick glance at the seal would have seen the letter on it's way to one of the many students of witchcraft or wizardry. However, upon close examination one would have spotted that the serpent, resembling the house of Slytherin on the Hogwarts crest, was replaced with a Phoenix. This always reminded Harry of the bird who had rescued him from the Basilisk in his second year: Fawkes.
Without bothering to thank the owl, he whipped out the letter from its pouch in impatient anticipation, wondering what news it contained. He was a little disappointed and quite confused when he saw it contained just two sentences: -
We must speak-come to Grimmauld Place. The Weasleys are on their way. Dumbledore
Harry's disappointment ebbed away when he read the last sentence. Ron was coming, along with Fred, George-maybe even Ginny.Before he had time to wonder when or how they were coming, he heard a loud crash. Startled, he jumped off the bed upon which he had been reading the letter and looked out of the window again. What he saw made him laugh out loud.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Let's face it, if I did I wouldn't be writing this would I? All the characters (with the exception of Rachel who is mine-ALL MINE *manic laugh*) belong to good old J.K
The Summons
Fully clothed in Dudley's cast-offs, Harry stared up at the ceiling as if it didn't exist, imagining the stars and planets beyond, and the dark curtain. "Stop it," he scolded himself, "Don't relive it." However, try as he might, the echoes of that that dreaded night rebounded off the walls of Harry's desolate mind, empty-but for thoughts of Sirius.
The long summer holidays spent in the muggle world had given Harry a lot of time to think; and although he still blamed himself for what happened to Sirius, Dumbledore's words at the end of last term had helped him to convince himself that t wasn't just him to blame for his godfather's dea.
Harry jumped up and whacked his head across the wall. Much to his satisfaction, it relieved him from thoughts of Sirius. The only side effect was that he now had a pounding headache. He smiled a little when h recalled memories of Dobby the house elf doing exactly the same actions he himself had just performed-bashing his head against a wall to remove feelings of guilt.
Harry sighed, walked over to his small window and looked out over the familiar, trim gardens of Privet Drive, illuminated by the silvery light of the moon. His smile grew a little wider as he thought of his teacher, friend and now mentor-Remus Lupin, one quarter of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Pro.
All of a sudden, a slight flutter of wings caught his eye. He looked up and saw, silhouetted against the circular orb of light, the unmistakable figure of an owl. His heart and spirits rose-a message from the wizarding world.
Although life at the Dursley's had improved considerably since ex- professor 'Mad-Eye' Moody had had words (including several not-so-subtle threats) with Uncle Vernon; things were still unbearably dull when the only people Harry could talk to kept looking at him as if he were an escaped Hippogriff.
The Owl dipped slightly and gracefully landed at Harry's windowsill. Harry didn't recognise it at first but soon realised why-the letter it carried bore the crest of the Order of the Phoenix.
In fact, this was not too different to the Hogwarts crest-and purposely so. A quick glance at the seal would have seen the letter on it's way to one of the many students of witchcraft or wizardry. However, upon close examination one would have spotted that the serpent, resembling the house of Slytherin on the Hogwarts crest, was replaced with a Phoenix. This always reminded Harry of the bird who had rescued him from the Basilisk in his second year: Fawkes.
Without bothering to thank the owl, he whipped out the letter from its pouch in impatient anticipation, wondering what news it contained. He was a little disappointed and quite confused when he saw it contained just two sentences: -
We must speak-come to Grimmauld Place. The Weasleys are on their way. Dumbledore
Harry's disappointment ebbed away when he read the last sentence. Ron was coming, along with Fred, George-maybe even Ginny.Before he had time to wonder when or how they were coming, he heard a loud crash. Startled, he jumped off the bed upon which he had been reading the letter and looked out of the window again. What he saw made him laugh out loud.