Harry Potter lay in his bedroom (Much Larger), thinking. Sirius Black, the closest person he remembered to a dad, had been killed by the Death Eater Lestrange. He had been left with Grimmauld Place, and he had been happy to get away from the Dursleys.
He had recently invited his best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley over to Grimmauld Place. Hermione would be coming in July, in time for his birthday, and Ron would be coming in early August.
He was disrupted from his thoughts when he heard a soft tapping on his window, and saw a sandy brown owl at the window. With a wave of the wand the window opened.
(A/N: Magic he could use, remember the anti-magic spells on the house?)
The owl flapped in, and he took the letter off the leg.
It was from Hermione.
Harry,
You must be totally bored trapped there in that house all day with only Kreacher to talk to! I can't wait to come on Wednesday!
By the way, I rented an owl for the summer. I didn't buy it because I knew I didn't need an owl at Hogwarts, but owning an owl does seem wonderful.
Well, Mom is bugging me to goto dinner, so I'll see you on Wednesday!
Love from,
Hermione
Harry folded the letter, and put it in the cabinet next to his bed. Inside had many letters he had received over the summer. A striking force hit him, searing his body. Harry looked around swiftly, drawing his wand. As the air visibly rippled, he got weaker. He saw a black blur, emitting a powerful blast. He toppled off the bed, and struggled for consiousness.
The last thing he heard before blacking out was a voice yelling, "Congello!"
Sorry for the very very very short chapter, but I didn't have time! Well I gotta goto dinner now R&R if there are flames i will understand...it sucks!
He had recently invited his best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley over to Grimmauld Place. Hermione would be coming in July, in time for his birthday, and Ron would be coming in early August.
He was disrupted from his thoughts when he heard a soft tapping on his window, and saw a sandy brown owl at the window. With a wave of the wand the window opened.
(A/N: Magic he could use, remember the anti-magic spells on the house?)
The owl flapped in, and he took the letter off the leg.
It was from Hermione.
Harry,
You must be totally bored trapped there in that house all day with only Kreacher to talk to! I can't wait to come on Wednesday!
By the way, I rented an owl for the summer. I didn't buy it because I knew I didn't need an owl at Hogwarts, but owning an owl does seem wonderful.
Well, Mom is bugging me to goto dinner, so I'll see you on Wednesday!
Love from,
Hermione
Harry folded the letter, and put it in the cabinet next to his bed. Inside had many letters he had received over the summer. A striking force hit him, searing his body. Harry looked around swiftly, drawing his wand. As the air visibly rippled, he got weaker. He saw a black blur, emitting a powerful blast. He toppled off the bed, and struggled for consiousness.
The last thing he heard before blacking out was a voice yelling, "Congello!"
Sorry for the very very very short chapter, but I didn't have time! Well I gotta goto dinner now R&R if there are flames i will understand...it sucks!