Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix
Harry sat back lazily, watching as a bee buzzed by. So far the summer had been quite uneventful compared to the past school year. Harry sighed. Past school years. He thought wistfully of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They had sent him letters but Harry deeply wished he could visit Ron for the summer again. There was a screech from inside the prim, neat house he was standing outside of. Harry winced and waited. The back door flew open and his Aunt Petunia stood glaring at him. Harry glared back. He had lived with his mother's parents ever since he was a baby. Since the day his mother and father had been killed by Voldemort, the most feared wizard of his time. Lord Voldemort had also tried killing Harry, but Harry's mothers love was so strong that it caused Voldemort curse to rebound onto himself. Voldemort had been left weak and half-dead until the beginning of the summer, when Harry had come face-to-face with Voldemort for the fourth time.
"Being lazy, I see!" Aunt Petunia screeched, "Come on! There's work for you to be done, and if one complaint comes out of your mouth there will be no dinner for you!" She turned on her heal and slammed the door. Harry sighed again and followed her. He wished dearly that he could go to Ron's but Professor Dumbledore felt Harry was safer at his Aunt and Uncle's house now that Voldemort had regained his power.
Harry was soon off to work, grumbling and muttering under his breath everytime Dudley, his cousin, came into the room to tease Harry. Unfortunately as soon as Uncle Vernon came home Dudley told him that Harry had been muttering things under his breath. Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry. His large face was purple with rage and threw him into his room.
"And there you'll stay. Without supper!" He roared, slamming the door behind him. Harry knew he shouldn't have done that to Dudley, the Dursleys hated anything abnormal. If being a wizard wasn't abnormal as it was Harry also had a big, snowy owl sitting in his room. He smiled and crossed the room to the owl.
"Hey, Hedwig. I'll let you out later, I promise. I had better let Uncle Vernon cool off first." Hedwig batted her large brown eyes at him as he stroked her soft feathers. Harry walked over to his window and looked out. Voldemort was out there somewhere, with his Death Eaters, building up on his followers and preparing his next attack. Out there was also Sirius Black. Harry suddenly felt very concerned. Sirius hadn't written to him lately. Mind you, he was very busy with whatever task Dumbledore had set him. Harry briefly wondered if the Ministry had caught up with his godfather. He quickly vetoed that idea. He would have heard about it. If not on the muggle news, then from Ron. Harry paced the floor, when he was idle he had time to think, and thinking always lead to terrible thoughts and memories for him. As he paced a sudden flashback took him to the graveyard that horrible night. He could still remember the Portkey transporting him and Cedric Diggory miles away from Hogwarts. Hearing a hushed, raspy voice saying, "kill the spare" and seeing Cedric falling dead beside him. Also. No! No, Harry was not going to think about it.
Just as Harry sat back on his bed, there was a fait tapping sound and Harry got up to let in two owls. He noticed that the first was from Ron, as Pig was flying around, hooting madly, he looked back down, the other from Hogwarts. He frowned; it was too soon for them to send out the letters telling the students what to bring. Harry hesitated, a feeling of dread hanging over him. Then, very slowly, opened the letter from Ron, deciding to leave the mysterious one for last. As he opened Ron's letter the first thing he noticed was that the letter appeared to have been written by someone with a very shaky hand, or like someone in a great hurry. The next thing he noticed was a newspaper clipping. It had been cut out of "Witch Weekly" and he saw a picture, the person, looked so familiar, but the picture looked as though it had been smudged so he couldn't be sure. But then, the tittle caught his attention and he dropped both letters and the clipping, staring at it in shock.
Harry sat back lazily, watching as a bee buzzed by. So far the summer had been quite uneventful compared to the past school year. Harry sighed. Past school years. He thought wistfully of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They had sent him letters but Harry deeply wished he could visit Ron for the summer again. There was a screech from inside the prim, neat house he was standing outside of. Harry winced and waited. The back door flew open and his Aunt Petunia stood glaring at him. Harry glared back. He had lived with his mother's parents ever since he was a baby. Since the day his mother and father had been killed by Voldemort, the most feared wizard of his time. Lord Voldemort had also tried killing Harry, but Harry's mothers love was so strong that it caused Voldemort curse to rebound onto himself. Voldemort had been left weak and half-dead until the beginning of the summer, when Harry had come face-to-face with Voldemort for the fourth time.
"Being lazy, I see!" Aunt Petunia screeched, "Come on! There's work for you to be done, and if one complaint comes out of your mouth there will be no dinner for you!" She turned on her heal and slammed the door. Harry sighed again and followed her. He wished dearly that he could go to Ron's but Professor Dumbledore felt Harry was safer at his Aunt and Uncle's house now that Voldemort had regained his power.
Harry was soon off to work, grumbling and muttering under his breath everytime Dudley, his cousin, came into the room to tease Harry. Unfortunately as soon as Uncle Vernon came home Dudley told him that Harry had been muttering things under his breath. Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry. His large face was purple with rage and threw him into his room.
"And there you'll stay. Without supper!" He roared, slamming the door behind him. Harry knew he shouldn't have done that to Dudley, the Dursleys hated anything abnormal. If being a wizard wasn't abnormal as it was Harry also had a big, snowy owl sitting in his room. He smiled and crossed the room to the owl.
"Hey, Hedwig. I'll let you out later, I promise. I had better let Uncle Vernon cool off first." Hedwig batted her large brown eyes at him as he stroked her soft feathers. Harry walked over to his window and looked out. Voldemort was out there somewhere, with his Death Eaters, building up on his followers and preparing his next attack. Out there was also Sirius Black. Harry suddenly felt very concerned. Sirius hadn't written to him lately. Mind you, he was very busy with whatever task Dumbledore had set him. Harry briefly wondered if the Ministry had caught up with his godfather. He quickly vetoed that idea. He would have heard about it. If not on the muggle news, then from Ron. Harry paced the floor, when he was idle he had time to think, and thinking always lead to terrible thoughts and memories for him. As he paced a sudden flashback took him to the graveyard that horrible night. He could still remember the Portkey transporting him and Cedric Diggory miles away from Hogwarts. Hearing a hushed, raspy voice saying, "kill the spare" and seeing Cedric falling dead beside him. Also. No! No, Harry was not going to think about it.
Just as Harry sat back on his bed, there was a fait tapping sound and Harry got up to let in two owls. He noticed that the first was from Ron, as Pig was flying around, hooting madly, he looked back down, the other from Hogwarts. He frowned; it was too soon for them to send out the letters telling the students what to bring. Harry hesitated, a feeling of dread hanging over him. Then, very slowly, opened the letter from Ron, deciding to leave the mysterious one for last. As he opened Ron's letter the first thing he noticed was that the letter appeared to have been written by someone with a very shaky hand, or like someone in a great hurry. The next thing he noticed was a newspaper clipping. It had been cut out of "Witch Weekly" and he saw a picture, the person, looked so familiar, but the picture looked as though it had been smudged so he couldn't be sure. But then, the tittle caught his attention and he dropped both letters and the clipping, staring at it in shock.