Disclaimer: JK Rowling is brilliant and that's why she owns Harry Potter
and I don't..I only own the plot.. (
A/n: REVIEW!!! PLEASE. I know I haven't written in months!! Literally. I need to know if it's worth continuing since as you can see.I am really busy and am trying to give u a story.I find so much joy in writing this so I'd be happy to continue for you as long as that's what you want.
Thanks for being patient.hope this was worth the wait..but if it wasn't.next chapter is almost done !!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 4: The Attack
When Harry awoke it was July 30 and tomorrow was his 16th birthday. He had the strangest feeling that he had to go out. He tried to fight the feeling but he couldn't. He knew something was terribly wrong. He decided to go out because he figured it couldn't do any harm to get some fresh air. The other part of him that was fighting decided to take something to protect himself with. He went out early and was very cautious. He had his wand in his pocket and in his bag and pocket he had some knives. He had made a promise to himself and the Order. He would avoid magic at all costs. He did not need to give Dumbledore, himself, and the rest of the Order more trouble. He would fight the muggle way and the Death Eaters would be completely unexpectant of it. Under his shirt he had a toolbelt on with knives inside of it.
He rounded the corner at reached Magnolia Crescent. He reached the tree and set down his bag. He had nicked one of Dudley's CD players. He was going to put on a show for the Death Eaters because something told him more than one pair of eyes was watching him. Exactly how many, he wasn't sure.
He sat down under the tree and opened the bag. He pulled out the CD player and put the headphones over his ears. He knew there were more people here. He hadn't really expected anyone to come or else he wouldn't have come. Harry thought about getting up and running for it, but it wouldn't stop the Death Eaters from trying to get him now that he was here. Now Harry was starting to panic. If something were to happen to him then Voldemort would reign forever. He was the only one who could stop Voldemort.
Harry decided it would be best for him to get a head start on the Death Eaters. He as going to get up slowly, grab his bag, and then run. Behind him he heard harsh, ragged breathing.
Harry got up and ran for the Dursley's house. He threw the knife back and heard someone yell in pain. He didn't turn around to see who it was; he just kept on running. He heard curses and spells being shouted and had to work very hard to avoid being hit. He threw more knives back and headed decided to take a short cut. He went through the bushes and through everyone else's property. He didn't want to throw any knives in case someone saw, so he just ran his fastest. As he was vaulting over someone's fence, something hit him in the back.
He fell over the fence and landed in a heap on the other side. Pain was now surging through his entire body.
"We've got him now," he heard the nearest Death Eater yell.
Harry forced himself up and threw a knife at the nearest Death Eater. The Death Eater yelled in pain and Harry took off again. Curses were being thrown all around him. Harry stumbled over a rock and one curse grazed Harry's face, then a second later another hit his arm and his ankle. Harry yelled in agony, but kept on running. Then Harry finally saw the Dursley's house. As the fence came into view, Harry threw another knife at the nearest Death Eater and saw it strike his arm. Harry made towards the fence and just as he was swinging his feet over, something sharp hit him in the back. He could feel it penetrate his skin. He screamed in pain and staggered sideways. His vision blurred. The Death Eaters all stopped in their tracks as they came to the fence and Harry ran inside. He slammed the door shut and bolted it. He heard them disapparating and he hoped Aunt Petunia was still in bed due to an illness. Harry staggered into the living room and fell to his knees. He touched his back and felt something sticking out. He pulled on whatever it was and gave a gasp of pain as it came out. Harry brought it in front of him; it was the knife he threw at one of the Death Eaters. Harry's vision was blurred and then suddenly, his mind went blank and he lay still on the floor.
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Let me know what you think please be honest.suggestions are appreciated nd in the chapter used will be acknowledged. THANKS
A/n: REVIEW!!! PLEASE. I know I haven't written in months!! Literally. I need to know if it's worth continuing since as you can see.I am really busy and am trying to give u a story.I find so much joy in writing this so I'd be happy to continue for you as long as that's what you want.
Thanks for being patient.hope this was worth the wait..but if it wasn't.next chapter is almost done !!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 4: The Attack
When Harry awoke it was July 30 and tomorrow was his 16th birthday. He had the strangest feeling that he had to go out. He tried to fight the feeling but he couldn't. He knew something was terribly wrong. He decided to go out because he figured it couldn't do any harm to get some fresh air. The other part of him that was fighting decided to take something to protect himself with. He went out early and was very cautious. He had his wand in his pocket and in his bag and pocket he had some knives. He had made a promise to himself and the Order. He would avoid magic at all costs. He did not need to give Dumbledore, himself, and the rest of the Order more trouble. He would fight the muggle way and the Death Eaters would be completely unexpectant of it. Under his shirt he had a toolbelt on with knives inside of it.
He rounded the corner at reached Magnolia Crescent. He reached the tree and set down his bag. He had nicked one of Dudley's CD players. He was going to put on a show for the Death Eaters because something told him more than one pair of eyes was watching him. Exactly how many, he wasn't sure.
He sat down under the tree and opened the bag. He pulled out the CD player and put the headphones over his ears. He knew there were more people here. He hadn't really expected anyone to come or else he wouldn't have come. Harry thought about getting up and running for it, but it wouldn't stop the Death Eaters from trying to get him now that he was here. Now Harry was starting to panic. If something were to happen to him then Voldemort would reign forever. He was the only one who could stop Voldemort.
Harry decided it would be best for him to get a head start on the Death Eaters. He as going to get up slowly, grab his bag, and then run. Behind him he heard harsh, ragged breathing.
Harry got up and ran for the Dursley's house. He threw the knife back and heard someone yell in pain. He didn't turn around to see who it was; he just kept on running. He heard curses and spells being shouted and had to work very hard to avoid being hit. He threw more knives back and headed decided to take a short cut. He went through the bushes and through everyone else's property. He didn't want to throw any knives in case someone saw, so he just ran his fastest. As he was vaulting over someone's fence, something hit him in the back.
He fell over the fence and landed in a heap on the other side. Pain was now surging through his entire body.
"We've got him now," he heard the nearest Death Eater yell.
Harry forced himself up and threw a knife at the nearest Death Eater. The Death Eater yelled in pain and Harry took off again. Curses were being thrown all around him. Harry stumbled over a rock and one curse grazed Harry's face, then a second later another hit his arm and his ankle. Harry yelled in agony, but kept on running. Then Harry finally saw the Dursley's house. As the fence came into view, Harry threw another knife at the nearest Death Eater and saw it strike his arm. Harry made towards the fence and just as he was swinging his feet over, something sharp hit him in the back. He could feel it penetrate his skin. He screamed in pain and staggered sideways. His vision blurred. The Death Eaters all stopped in their tracks as they came to the fence and Harry ran inside. He slammed the door shut and bolted it. He heard them disapparating and he hoped Aunt Petunia was still in bed due to an illness. Harry staggered into the living room and fell to his knees. He touched his back and felt something sticking out. He pulled on whatever it was and gave a gasp of pain as it came out. Harry brought it in front of him; it was the knife he threw at one of the Death Eaters. Harry's vision was blurred and then suddenly, his mind went blank and he lay still on the floor.
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Let me know what you think please be honest.suggestions are appreciated nd in the chapter used will be acknowledged. THANKS