In Number Four Privet Drive, there sat a raven haired boy writing
with a quill. This boy was unusual in many ways but using a quill to write
with was just a miniscule trait. This boy, Harry James Potter, was a
wizard. Not an ordinary wizard but a wizard with extraordinary powers. The
greatest dark wizard of all time was after because a prophecy made before
he was born. Harry looked at the clock to see the time because, after all,
it was his birthday.
The time was 11:59. One minute to his sixteenth birthday. He paused in his essay, Explain Threstrals, and looked up to see a swarm of owls flying in carrying packages. Most packages were big and bulky but one in particular was only about the size of his fist. The owls collapsed on his bed.
He opened up the usual gifts from the Weasley family. Ron had gotten him a communication device similar to a walkie talkie except that it was a badge promoting the Chudley Cannons. Ron wrote in his note:
Harry-
When you talk into the badge, Hermione and I can talk back using badges of our own. Happy birthday, mate! Hope the muggles aren't giving you too hard of a time. Cheers! Ron
Hermione's gift was, as usual, a book. Except that this was an extremely interesting book on a painful matter to Harry. The book was entitled, The Interminable Veil.
As Harry read the title, tears floated up to the surface. The death of Siris was a sensitive matter. He had come to cope with it in general by finally realizing that it wasn't his fault and Siris had died how he always wanted to. It had taken him a while but he managed. But, it someone brought up the topic, it usually upset him.
A/N: Hope you guys like it! I just started it and its my first fanfic so please be nice! Give me constructive criticism and I need a beta reader! This is just a taste of what I hope it will be like.
The time was 11:59. One minute to his sixteenth birthday. He paused in his essay, Explain Threstrals, and looked up to see a swarm of owls flying in carrying packages. Most packages were big and bulky but one in particular was only about the size of his fist. The owls collapsed on his bed.
He opened up the usual gifts from the Weasley family. Ron had gotten him a communication device similar to a walkie talkie except that it was a badge promoting the Chudley Cannons. Ron wrote in his note:
Harry-
When you talk into the badge, Hermione and I can talk back using badges of our own. Happy birthday, mate! Hope the muggles aren't giving you too hard of a time. Cheers! Ron
Hermione's gift was, as usual, a book. Except that this was an extremely interesting book on a painful matter to Harry. The book was entitled, The Interminable Veil.
As Harry read the title, tears floated up to the surface. The death of Siris was a sensitive matter. He had come to cope with it in general by finally realizing that it wasn't his fault and Siris had died how he always wanted to. It had taken him a while but he managed. But, it someone brought up the topic, it usually upset him.
A/N: Hope you guys like it! I just started it and its my first fanfic so please be nice! Give me constructive criticism and I need a beta reader! This is just a taste of what I hope it will be like.