Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the books they all belong to
J.K Rowling. So far nothing here is mine besides the plot
A/N: I accept criticism and praise, just don't get too carried away please and this is my first fanfic ever so it might not be great anyway. Thanks for reading this and I hope you enjoy it.
A/N: oh yea before I forget, the chapters I have are too long so I split them up, this is still part of Chapter One so I hope you don't get too confused. And I promise there will be more action as the story keeps going.
Chapter 1: The Unexpected Vacation (part 2)
Harry wondered what he could have possibly done this time that Uncle Vernon would need him home early to talk to him. He stopped for a fleeting moment and thrust his hand inside his pocket. He was making sure he had his wand, just in case. Voldemort hadn't shown himself to much of the public and seemed to be lying low, but Harry couldn't imagine why because now everyone was alert that he had come back after 14 years of normality.
Harry thought back to the Daily Prophet. There had not been any news of Voldemort since last June when the Ministry came to realize that Lord Voldemort had really come back. While no news was in one perspective very good news, no news sparked some fear inside Harry. He had fought Voldemort four times since he had returned to the magical world. He knew how Lord Voldemort liked to handle things. The fact that Lord Voldemort was quiet meant no good. Voldemort was planning something-maybe not really big, but big enough for some major destruction, loss of innocent lives, and pain. Lord Voldemort had become cautious since his return to life. He planned things very carefully in hope that none of his plans would fail, ironically all his plans up to this day have failed. Although his main plans of killing Harry had failed, he had in the process managed to kill others and cause Harry much pain. Harry suffered most from the events of his fourth and fifth years.
As Harry let his mind wander, his feet carried him to one of his favorite places to think. He was now on Magnolia Crescent, and his feet carried him to a big oak tree. This was Harry's favorite place in Little Whinging. The tree was huge and the roots popped out of the ground. The tree reminded him of Hogwarts and the summer because it was in the shade and was a great place to just relax, read or think. Once this summer, Harry had brought out one of his schoolbooks and read through it the entire day. When he had gotten home though, his uncle questioned him about the book and when Harry showed him what the book was, Harry got an earful. Uncle Vernon told him to never bring one of those books out again or else all Harry's books would be locked under the cupboard. Harry hadn't particularly cared about this because by next year he would be able to perform magic whenever he wanted. He had however, not told the Dursleys this yet because he would thoroughly like to enjoy the effect magic would have on them next year without him being punished or expelled.
Harry sat down under the cool shade of the oak tree. Harry's mind, once again, wandered to the Prophecy and the other events of that fateful day in June. Harry had not yet told any of his friends about the prophecy and everything that Dumbledore had told him. He did not feel he had the strength to tell them about the prophecy. Harry remembered each piece of it clearly including how the miniature form of Professor Trenlaway revolving slowly. He had been so upset, angry, and empty that he had taken in every word and remember each one perfectly, but not realized he had been listening so intently because of all the pain and despair he had been feeling at the time. He had not repeated those words that he had heard to his friends. They had no idea what had gone on in Professor Dumbledore's office and at the moment, Harry wasn't sure if he wanted them to know yet or not. He was sure both of them would worry about both the prophecy and the way he had acted in Dumbledore's office.
Harry was also concealing something else at the moment. The greatest weight of all for him at the moment was remembering about the mirror he had found at the bottom of his trunk from Sirius. He had come to the conclusion that he had a big role to play in the part of Sirius dying. He had been fooled so easily by Voldemort into thinking that he really needed to rescue Sirius. He should have known that Voldemort would try to take advantage of him and use him once he realized they shared a connection. Even though he had checked at number 12 Grimmauld Place to see if Sirius was there, he had another way to check. If only he had opened the package. He could've used it to contact Sirius and then he really would've known that Sirius was safe at home and not in peril and the Department of Mysteries.
He was afraid to confide this piece of information to anyone. Hermione and Ron would just tell him again it wasn't his fault and that it might not have worked anyway and look sorry for him. If he told Lupin he would tell Harry the same thing, but Lupin might later think about it and find that he could've avoided Sirius' death and then be angry and blame Harry for everything. Lupin had now lost his only best friend left and he would probably never be able to forgive Harry for it. Lupin was all Harry had left and he couldn't bear to lose Lupin on top of losing Sirius. He had thought about telling Tonks and the idea had seemed great then, but then he remembered the Sirius and Tonks were related so his death probably hit Tonks much harder than he had thought. And Tonks was great to him; he could only imagine how much she hated him now.
Along with everything else, this summer Harry's freedom had suffered greatly. It was all because Voldemort had come into the open and shown himself to the public. The members of the Order wanted to avoid another event such as the summer before from happening again. Although it hadn't been Voldemort, Harry was sure they didn't want or need any more problems than they already had. Harry was no longer allowed to be out of the house after 8 o'clock each evening because it as dark and much easier for something to happen to him. Harry also had members of the Order continuously watching him. They had been forbidden to come out and talk to him, which was a shame, for fear that letting their guard down would be perfect for Voldemort or any of his followers to take action or spy on Harry and report useful information to their master. Harry missed talking to his friends- old and young. He only communicated with them by letters and either way, you could never say everything in a letter.
Harry looked at his watch; it now read 11:45. Harry decided to start on back to the Dursley's. As Harry was getting up from his resting place, he heard a rustling of leaves in the bushes. He cautiously went over to the bushes and grabbed his wand. He looked into the bush and found nothing except a black cat. It was a black cat, but didn't seem ordinary. It had weird markings around its eyes. The cat also looked familiar. For a second he thought it must belong to Mrs. Figg, but then he remembered-Professor McGonagall!
"Professor McGonagall?," asked Harry to the cat.
In response the cat meowed. Harry told it," Thanks for keeping an eye out on me, at least I had some company and I'm not totally alone."
Harry walked away and his feet carried him to the Dursley's house. Harry looked down on the ground beside him and noticed that the cat was following him. He smiled to himself. As he turned into the Dursley's yard, he saw the cat jump up on the fence and he knew McGonagall would be watching him from her post on the fence.
A/N: Thanks for reading and please please review if you want to see more of this story.
A/N: I accept criticism and praise, just don't get too carried away please and this is my first fanfic ever so it might not be great anyway. Thanks for reading this and I hope you enjoy it.
A/N: oh yea before I forget, the chapters I have are too long so I split them up, this is still part of Chapter One so I hope you don't get too confused. And I promise there will be more action as the story keeps going.
Chapter 1: The Unexpected Vacation (part 2)
Harry wondered what he could have possibly done this time that Uncle Vernon would need him home early to talk to him. He stopped for a fleeting moment and thrust his hand inside his pocket. He was making sure he had his wand, just in case. Voldemort hadn't shown himself to much of the public and seemed to be lying low, but Harry couldn't imagine why because now everyone was alert that he had come back after 14 years of normality.
Harry thought back to the Daily Prophet. There had not been any news of Voldemort since last June when the Ministry came to realize that Lord Voldemort had really come back. While no news was in one perspective very good news, no news sparked some fear inside Harry. He had fought Voldemort four times since he had returned to the magical world. He knew how Lord Voldemort liked to handle things. The fact that Lord Voldemort was quiet meant no good. Voldemort was planning something-maybe not really big, but big enough for some major destruction, loss of innocent lives, and pain. Lord Voldemort had become cautious since his return to life. He planned things very carefully in hope that none of his plans would fail, ironically all his plans up to this day have failed. Although his main plans of killing Harry had failed, he had in the process managed to kill others and cause Harry much pain. Harry suffered most from the events of his fourth and fifth years.
As Harry let his mind wander, his feet carried him to one of his favorite places to think. He was now on Magnolia Crescent, and his feet carried him to a big oak tree. This was Harry's favorite place in Little Whinging. The tree was huge and the roots popped out of the ground. The tree reminded him of Hogwarts and the summer because it was in the shade and was a great place to just relax, read or think. Once this summer, Harry had brought out one of his schoolbooks and read through it the entire day. When he had gotten home though, his uncle questioned him about the book and when Harry showed him what the book was, Harry got an earful. Uncle Vernon told him to never bring one of those books out again or else all Harry's books would be locked under the cupboard. Harry hadn't particularly cared about this because by next year he would be able to perform magic whenever he wanted. He had however, not told the Dursleys this yet because he would thoroughly like to enjoy the effect magic would have on them next year without him being punished or expelled.
Harry sat down under the cool shade of the oak tree. Harry's mind, once again, wandered to the Prophecy and the other events of that fateful day in June. Harry had not yet told any of his friends about the prophecy and everything that Dumbledore had told him. He did not feel he had the strength to tell them about the prophecy. Harry remembered each piece of it clearly including how the miniature form of Professor Trenlaway revolving slowly. He had been so upset, angry, and empty that he had taken in every word and remember each one perfectly, but not realized he had been listening so intently because of all the pain and despair he had been feeling at the time. He had not repeated those words that he had heard to his friends. They had no idea what had gone on in Professor Dumbledore's office and at the moment, Harry wasn't sure if he wanted them to know yet or not. He was sure both of them would worry about both the prophecy and the way he had acted in Dumbledore's office.
Harry was also concealing something else at the moment. The greatest weight of all for him at the moment was remembering about the mirror he had found at the bottom of his trunk from Sirius. He had come to the conclusion that he had a big role to play in the part of Sirius dying. He had been fooled so easily by Voldemort into thinking that he really needed to rescue Sirius. He should have known that Voldemort would try to take advantage of him and use him once he realized they shared a connection. Even though he had checked at number 12 Grimmauld Place to see if Sirius was there, he had another way to check. If only he had opened the package. He could've used it to contact Sirius and then he really would've known that Sirius was safe at home and not in peril and the Department of Mysteries.
He was afraid to confide this piece of information to anyone. Hermione and Ron would just tell him again it wasn't his fault and that it might not have worked anyway and look sorry for him. If he told Lupin he would tell Harry the same thing, but Lupin might later think about it and find that he could've avoided Sirius' death and then be angry and blame Harry for everything. Lupin had now lost his only best friend left and he would probably never be able to forgive Harry for it. Lupin was all Harry had left and he couldn't bear to lose Lupin on top of losing Sirius. He had thought about telling Tonks and the idea had seemed great then, but then he remembered the Sirius and Tonks were related so his death probably hit Tonks much harder than he had thought. And Tonks was great to him; he could only imagine how much she hated him now.
Along with everything else, this summer Harry's freedom had suffered greatly. It was all because Voldemort had come into the open and shown himself to the public. The members of the Order wanted to avoid another event such as the summer before from happening again. Although it hadn't been Voldemort, Harry was sure they didn't want or need any more problems than they already had. Harry was no longer allowed to be out of the house after 8 o'clock each evening because it as dark and much easier for something to happen to him. Harry also had members of the Order continuously watching him. They had been forbidden to come out and talk to him, which was a shame, for fear that letting their guard down would be perfect for Voldemort or any of his followers to take action or spy on Harry and report useful information to their master. Harry missed talking to his friends- old and young. He only communicated with them by letters and either way, you could never say everything in a letter.
Harry looked at his watch; it now read 11:45. Harry decided to start on back to the Dursley's. As Harry was getting up from his resting place, he heard a rustling of leaves in the bushes. He cautiously went over to the bushes and grabbed his wand. He looked into the bush and found nothing except a black cat. It was a black cat, but didn't seem ordinary. It had weird markings around its eyes. The cat also looked familiar. For a second he thought it must belong to Mrs. Figg, but then he remembered-Professor McGonagall!
"Professor McGonagall?," asked Harry to the cat.
In response the cat meowed. Harry told it," Thanks for keeping an eye out on me, at least I had some company and I'm not totally alone."
Harry walked away and his feet carried him to the Dursley's house. Harry looked down on the ground beside him and noticed that the cat was following him. He smiled to himself. As he turned into the Dursley's yard, he saw the cat jump up on the fence and he knew McGonagall would be watching him from her post on the fence.
A/N: Thanks for reading and please please review if you want to see more of this story.