A/N-Ah, thank you for wanting to read my fanfic, for whatever reasons you may have....
This is a story of Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts. Has spoilers of the
fifth book, and might not make sense if you haven't read it. Anyways, I hope you
like it, and please give corrections if you have any in the reviews. This one
of my first online fanfics, unless you count chain fanfics, which I don't.
Hope you like it!
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Parents of the little children running about watched the black-haired
teenager cautiously. The boy was a good-for-nothing nuisance, or so his
Aunt and Uncle told. Harry Potter sat in the little wooden train, bored
out of his wits. He had absolutely nothing to do; he had actually finished
all of his homework in his boredom. What few letters he had gotten were
quite normal and gave little information.
"Um, mister, can I play in the train?" a little tyke, about 6 years
old and cheery, asked from beside him. The child's parents stared in fear
as to what that 'Potter boy' would do to their son.
"Fine," he muttered, scanning the sky for an owl. He had been waiting
for any mail in the last week. Getting up, he began to walk back to 4 Privet
Drive, his sorry excuse for a home. As he did, he noticed a group of people
surrounding 5 Privet Drive, across the street. In the fray, he saw Aunt
Petunia's pale yellow-brown head bobbing about. This meant he could get into
the house without anyone noticing. He sprinted across, and went through the
door, looking at the numerous shoes around, to see if Dudley was there. Twenty,
twenty-six, thirty-two. One pair was missing, therefor Dudley had gone out in
his car. He had gotten his licence that summer, and for a congratulations, his
Aunt and Uncle had gotten Dudley his shiny car. In the last two weeks, it had
been crashed four times. Harry didn't mind, because next year, he would be
able to take his apparation test, and could jinx Dudley all he wanted. But for
now, he had to withstand the Dursleys. Climbing up the stairs to his room, he
heard an unfamiliar hoot. He stumbled through his stuff to his room, then saw
the important-looking grey-black owl, who dropped a package and two letters
before heading back out the half-open window. He wondered what the second
letter was, before it struck him. His OWL marks! Grabbing the first one, he
tore it open. It was the usual Hogwarts stuff, and he tossed it aside. His
hands shook as he grabbed the second, and broke the wax seal with the owl.
Ordinary Wizarding Levels
for Mr. Harry Potter
Astronomy- Acceptable
Care of Magical Creatures- Outstanding
Charms- Exceeds Expectations
Defense Against the Dark Arts- Oustanding
Divination- Poor
Herbology- Exceeds Expectations
History of Magic- Acceptable
Potions- Exceeds Expectations
Transfiguration- Exceeds Expectations
Based upon these scores, you are eligible for the following
subjects;
Care of Magical Creatures Charms
Defense Against Dark Arts Herbology
Transfiguration
Therefore, your chosen career of Auror is available for you, as
you have the minimum 5 OWL(s). If you have changed your mind, please
consult your head of house.
Sincerely,
The OWL Commitee
As Harry grinned stupidly, he grabbed the parcel, no doubt from
Hagrid. It was a little box, with a golden ribbon around it, along with
a note, saying;
Harry,
Happy Birthday! See you at school, hope you like your present.
It's the one from your very first game.
Hagrid
Opening it up, he saw a glint of gold before it zoomed out. A snitch!
He jumped for it, but missed, as it went to flutter about the top of the
room. After finally catching it, he put it back into the velvet case, and
put it onto his desk. Hedwig had been gone for a while, and it was starting
to get dark. Yawning, he changed and went to bed. As he lay under the covers,
he could hear the Snitch beating it's wings uselessly. He chuckled to himself.
His father had a Snitch too.
This is a story of Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts. Has spoilers of the
fifth book, and might not make sense if you haven't read it. Anyways, I hope you
like it, and please give corrections if you have any in the reviews. This one
of my first online fanfics, unless you count chain fanfics, which I don't.
Hope you like it!
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Parents of the little children running about watched the black-haired
teenager cautiously. The boy was a good-for-nothing nuisance, or so his
Aunt and Uncle told. Harry Potter sat in the little wooden train, bored
out of his wits. He had absolutely nothing to do; he had actually finished
all of his homework in his boredom. What few letters he had gotten were
quite normal and gave little information.
"Um, mister, can I play in the train?" a little tyke, about 6 years
old and cheery, asked from beside him. The child's parents stared in fear
as to what that 'Potter boy' would do to their son.
"Fine," he muttered, scanning the sky for an owl. He had been waiting
for any mail in the last week. Getting up, he began to walk back to 4 Privet
Drive, his sorry excuse for a home. As he did, he noticed a group of people
surrounding 5 Privet Drive, across the street. In the fray, he saw Aunt
Petunia's pale yellow-brown head bobbing about. This meant he could get into
the house without anyone noticing. He sprinted across, and went through the
door, looking at the numerous shoes around, to see if Dudley was there. Twenty,
twenty-six, thirty-two. One pair was missing, therefor Dudley had gone out in
his car. He had gotten his licence that summer, and for a congratulations, his
Aunt and Uncle had gotten Dudley his shiny car. In the last two weeks, it had
been crashed four times. Harry didn't mind, because next year, he would be
able to take his apparation test, and could jinx Dudley all he wanted. But for
now, he had to withstand the Dursleys. Climbing up the stairs to his room, he
heard an unfamiliar hoot. He stumbled through his stuff to his room, then saw
the important-looking grey-black owl, who dropped a package and two letters
before heading back out the half-open window. He wondered what the second
letter was, before it struck him. His OWL marks! Grabbing the first one, he
tore it open. It was the usual Hogwarts stuff, and he tossed it aside. His
hands shook as he grabbed the second, and broke the wax seal with the owl.
Ordinary Wizarding Levels
for Mr. Harry Potter
Astronomy- Acceptable
Care of Magical Creatures- Outstanding
Charms- Exceeds Expectations
Defense Against the Dark Arts- Oustanding
Divination- Poor
Herbology- Exceeds Expectations
History of Magic- Acceptable
Potions- Exceeds Expectations
Transfiguration- Exceeds Expectations
Based upon these scores, you are eligible for the following
subjects;
Care of Magical Creatures Charms
Defense Against Dark Arts Herbology
Transfiguration
Therefore, your chosen career of Auror is available for you, as
you have the minimum 5 OWL(s). If you have changed your mind, please
consult your head of house.
Sincerely,
The OWL Commitee
As Harry grinned stupidly, he grabbed the parcel, no doubt from
Hagrid. It was a little box, with a golden ribbon around it, along with
a note, saying;
Harry,
Happy Birthday! See you at school, hope you like your present.
It's the one from your very first game.
Hagrid
Opening it up, he saw a glint of gold before it zoomed out. A snitch!
He jumped for it, but missed, as it went to flutter about the top of the
room. After finally catching it, he put it back into the velvet case, and
put it onto his desk. Hedwig had been gone for a while, and it was starting
to get dark. Yawning, he changed and went to bed. As he lay under the covers,
he could hear the Snitch beating it's wings uselessly. He chuckled to himself.
His father had a Snitch too.