***PROCLAIMER:The characters of this story belongs to J.K.Rowlings.***
CHAPTER 1
On an early dawn, somewhere in London, an evil laughter erupted. The sound of the laughter would make anybody die of fright without much effort. It is as scary as having a giant in the forest of a school.
On the other side of London, Harry sprung straight up panting like a puppy which has completed a marathon within a day, around the entire grounds of Hogwarts, School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. his scar has hurt again. He has been experiencing this almost everyday of his summer holiday. "It is normal as Voldemort is getting stronger day by day,as the entire summer holiday passed by like a snail", thought Harry unhappily.
He is thinking that when he meet Voldemort again the next time, will he be so lucky as to even escape from him not mentioning that he has to kill him.
While he is deep in thoughts, the sun has risen in the far horizon, as he opened his window to let in the warm sunlight, a brown owl immediately shot through the window and landed on the writing table. Harry who is recovering from the aftermath of the unexpected visitor, walked towards his writing table which the owl has landed upon.
When he unfolded the letter, he read it aloud,
Dear Harry,
i was wondering if you would like to come over to Ron's house as i am already here. I most certainly would want you to come as soon as possible as we are considering of visiting Fred and George's joke shop in Diagon Alley this coming weekend before the new term starts. Mr. Weasley will fetch you with his enchanted car this evening.
Yours Truly,
Hermione
Harry upon receiving this letter, started packing his stuffs immediately. He threw all this things into the trunk which he has enchanted last term. After he has packed all his belongings, he made a beeline into the kitchen, to announce to his aunt and uncle about him leaving that very evening.
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon who dare not object, as when they fetched Harry from the train station, they had received a warning by the members of the Order which promised them endless trouble if they do not let Harry do the way he wants.
When evening arrived, the Dursleys and Harry heard a loud pounding on the door while they are having their dinners. "Who on earth is doing that!", yelled Uncle Vernon at the top of his voice. When Aunt Petunia answered the doorpounding. Mr. Weasley invited himself into the house. "I am sorry that i made such a commotion as i do not know other ways of alerting you people of me arriving", claimed Mr. Weasley as a matter of factly.
"Don't you know that a doorbell existed?", questioned Uncle Vernon curiously.
Mr. Weasley who ignored Uncle Vernon completely proceeded to asking Harry to bring his belongings down for him to load into his car. Harry sped straight into his room to do what Mr. Weasley asked him to do.
When Mr. Weasley has finished the loading, he requested Harry to hop into his car with him.
"Bye Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley see you next summer!", called Harry rather happily.
"Bye Harry and not see you next summer!", replied the Dursleys in unision.
CHAPTER 1
On an early dawn, somewhere in London, an evil laughter erupted. The sound of the laughter would make anybody die of fright without much effort. It is as scary as having a giant in the forest of a school.
On the other side of London, Harry sprung straight up panting like a puppy which has completed a marathon within a day, around the entire grounds of Hogwarts, School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. his scar has hurt again. He has been experiencing this almost everyday of his summer holiday. "It is normal as Voldemort is getting stronger day by day,as the entire summer holiday passed by like a snail", thought Harry unhappily.
He is thinking that when he meet Voldemort again the next time, will he be so lucky as to even escape from him not mentioning that he has to kill him.
While he is deep in thoughts, the sun has risen in the far horizon, as he opened his window to let in the warm sunlight, a brown owl immediately shot through the window and landed on the writing table. Harry who is recovering from the aftermath of the unexpected visitor, walked towards his writing table which the owl has landed upon.
When he unfolded the letter, he read it aloud,
Dear Harry,
i was wondering if you would like to come over to Ron's house as i am already here. I most certainly would want you to come as soon as possible as we are considering of visiting Fred and George's joke shop in Diagon Alley this coming weekend before the new term starts. Mr. Weasley will fetch you with his enchanted car this evening.
Yours Truly,
Hermione
Harry upon receiving this letter, started packing his stuffs immediately. He threw all this things into the trunk which he has enchanted last term. After he has packed all his belongings, he made a beeline into the kitchen, to announce to his aunt and uncle about him leaving that very evening.
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon who dare not object, as when they fetched Harry from the train station, they had received a warning by the members of the Order which promised them endless trouble if they do not let Harry do the way he wants.
When evening arrived, the Dursleys and Harry heard a loud pounding on the door while they are having their dinners. "Who on earth is doing that!", yelled Uncle Vernon at the top of his voice. When Aunt Petunia answered the doorpounding. Mr. Weasley invited himself into the house. "I am sorry that i made such a commotion as i do not know other ways of alerting you people of me arriving", claimed Mr. Weasley as a matter of factly.
"Don't you know that a doorbell existed?", questioned Uncle Vernon curiously.
Mr. Weasley who ignored Uncle Vernon completely proceeded to asking Harry to bring his belongings down for him to load into his car. Harry sped straight into his room to do what Mr. Weasley asked him to do.
When Mr. Weasley has finished the loading, he requested Harry to hop into his car with him.
"Bye Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley see you next summer!", called Harry rather happily.
"Bye Harry and not see you next summer!", replied the Dursleys in unision.