Note: Oh gosh, so many reviews. Okay I know it's only five, but that means
a heck of a lot to me. Thank you so much guys.
Writer Girl NZ: Are you really from New Zealand??? I love New Zealand, I'm going there sometime next year, it's the closest place to our Land of Oz (Australia) but that's beside the point. You'll just have to wait and see who the father is. But by the way have you read the third book? You do know Sirius and Narcissa are cousins don't you, it's okay though I am quite twisted, hehehe. I am trying to make Lucius not to evil but lets face it, he is . However I will take it into account, I must admit I get kinnda sick of it too. Thanks for reviewing, I LOVE YOU!
PadfootsNoxed: What does Noxed mean??? Anyway's thanks loads for reviewing, I'm so glad you like it. I am trying to please all.
Daisie: I know my spelling and Grammar is horrible, I would get someone to beta read but its so much effort just for something that I'm doing for fun. If it's that really so bad that it's affecting the story please tell me and I'll defiantly do something about it. I'm so glad you wanna read on, thank you beautiful.
Time Warp: Whoa, thanks for all the tips. The title was something I just thought of quickly, it's all I could think of, if I think of something better than I will change it. Regarding my grammar, read my note to Daisie. I will take your advice of putting gaps between paragraphs and I'll also label my chapters, just because I like you. Hehehehe anyways thanks for the luck and I hope you like the rest, all grammar mistakes put aside.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I do own Zell however. J.K Rowling is a champ and whilst I do wish to be a writer I am not her and like I said don't own anything you recognize.
.... I really hope you like the 4th chapter and If you think of a better title than please feel free to tell me ..... please review guys!!!!!!!!!!
The Malfoy's Big Secret!!
Chapter 4!!
Three weeks after the holidays had started Harry was still to be found hiding in the gardens, up the street in the refuge of the park or slumped in his bedroom starring at the ceiling. He was beginning to feel angry again and completely isolated.
The Dursley's had barely spoken a word to him or indeed even acknowledged his presence since he had come back. Dudley would still lower his shoulder when they walked past one another in the hall and say the odd snide remark to him now and then, but his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia remained silent around Harry and refused to even look at him.
Harry was beginning to feel drained of all energy - he barely slept and he was living of sandwiches and left overs, which wasn't much with Dudley around, because he absolutely refused to eat with any of them.
Harry had been sending The Order a letter every three days too tell them that he was alright and that the Dursley's were treating him fairly well. His Aunt and Uncle only ever spoke to him to remind him to send the letter; they didn't very much like the idea of having an entire group of Wizard's attacking them for mistreating the boy.
On the Friday night of Harry's third week back he finally came up with a plan. He had been at the Dursley's long enough now and his best friends Ron and Hermione had told him that they would not let him stay there for the whole of the holidays.
It was the third night since Harry had sent his last letter telling everyone that he was okay. He was desperate to get out of this place, itching to find out what was going on, what Voldamort might be doing. So he would not send the letter tonight, or tomorrow night or any other night for that matter, he would wait until someone came for him and than he would leave with them. He didn't want to make everyone worry, but he couldn't stand it any longer.
Harry shut his eyes and let sleep wash over him, he was too tired to remove his glasses, undress or even get under his blankets.
When Harry awoke it must have been about the afternoon. The sun was hot on his back and his room was full of sunlight. He slowly managed to get himself up and, deciding that he had neglected his presentation for far too long, he headed straight for the bathroom.
It was obvious that the Dursley's were out somewhere because the house was far too quite, and one look out of the lounge room window told Harry that their car was not there. Relieved that he would not have to deal with their presence today he showered, washed and brushed his messy hair, put on some clean clothes and helped himself to some left over bacon and a hot chocolate.
It must have been much latter than he originally thought because once all this was done the room was much darker and the sun was disappearing behind the roofs of the houses at Privet Drive. Harry wasn't alone for much longer, no sooner had he drained the last of his chocolate did he here his Uncle Vernon's car pull up in the drive way and the three of them get out of it and head for the front door.
Harry didn't even bother making himself scarce like he usually did; instead he just remained sitting at the table in the dinning room staring at the setting sun. The Dursley's took one look at him sitting there and than headed to the lounge room - ignoring him completely they turned on the television and became absorbed.
Harry was so busy trying to his relatives that he didn't here there scream's of horror until after about the fourth time. Curious Harry leapt up from his chair and ran into the lounge room. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the figure standing in front of the Dursley's fireplace.
'Professor Lupin,' Harry cried, trying with all his might not to run up and embrace the shabby looking wizard that stood merely inches away. 'What are you doing here?'
'Why, I came to check on you Harry. You didn't send a letter yesterday.' At these words the stunned Dursley's glared at Harry looking the angriest he had seen them in a while. But they didn't speak; they didn't dare in front of an armed wizard.
'Also,' Lupin continued in a tired sort of voice, 'Dumbledore thinks that you've been here long enough now, and that it might be better if you came and stayed with us now.'
Harry's heart almost burst out of his chest. His plan worked, he was actually going to be going back to his true home, be around his friends. The Dursley's still looked at Harry angrily but were obviously beyond relieved when they heard that he would be leaving.
'Well, we best get going straight away Harry, get your things quickly.'
Harry wasted no time at all he left the lounge room at a sprint and headed for his room. He heard Lupin trying to make conversation with the Dursley's as Harry left.
As soon as he reached his room he shoved everything that he would need inside his trunk, grabbed Hedwig's empty cage and his Firebolt and ran dragged them all the way back to the lounge room - the Dursley's were huddled in the corner whilst Lupin desperately tried to make conversation with them.
'Right, well you got everything Harry - Great lets get going then,' said Lupin, clearly glad to get out of the uncomfortable atmosphere.
Lupin grabbed Harry's trunk and held out a small bag full of a Flu Powder - taking a handful he stepped into the fire place, Firebolt and cage in hand and through the powder onto the fire shouting, 'Number twelve Grimmauld Place,' he was gone.
Writer Girl NZ: Are you really from New Zealand??? I love New Zealand, I'm going there sometime next year, it's the closest place to our Land of Oz (Australia) but that's beside the point. You'll just have to wait and see who the father is. But by the way have you read the third book? You do know Sirius and Narcissa are cousins don't you, it's okay though I am quite twisted, hehehe. I am trying to make Lucius not to evil but lets face it, he is . However I will take it into account, I must admit I get kinnda sick of it too. Thanks for reviewing, I LOVE YOU!
PadfootsNoxed: What does Noxed mean??? Anyway's thanks loads for reviewing, I'm so glad you like it. I am trying to please all.
Daisie: I know my spelling and Grammar is horrible, I would get someone to beta read but its so much effort just for something that I'm doing for fun. If it's that really so bad that it's affecting the story please tell me and I'll defiantly do something about it. I'm so glad you wanna read on, thank you beautiful.
Time Warp: Whoa, thanks for all the tips. The title was something I just thought of quickly, it's all I could think of, if I think of something better than I will change it. Regarding my grammar, read my note to Daisie. I will take your advice of putting gaps between paragraphs and I'll also label my chapters, just because I like you. Hehehehe anyways thanks for the luck and I hope you like the rest, all grammar mistakes put aside.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I do own Zell however. J.K Rowling is a champ and whilst I do wish to be a writer I am not her and like I said don't own anything you recognize.
.... I really hope you like the 4th chapter and If you think of a better title than please feel free to tell me ..... please review guys!!!!!!!!!!
The Malfoy's Big Secret!!
Chapter 4!!
Three weeks after the holidays had started Harry was still to be found hiding in the gardens, up the street in the refuge of the park or slumped in his bedroom starring at the ceiling. He was beginning to feel angry again and completely isolated.
The Dursley's had barely spoken a word to him or indeed even acknowledged his presence since he had come back. Dudley would still lower his shoulder when they walked past one another in the hall and say the odd snide remark to him now and then, but his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia remained silent around Harry and refused to even look at him.
Harry was beginning to feel drained of all energy - he barely slept and he was living of sandwiches and left overs, which wasn't much with Dudley around, because he absolutely refused to eat with any of them.
Harry had been sending The Order a letter every three days too tell them that he was alright and that the Dursley's were treating him fairly well. His Aunt and Uncle only ever spoke to him to remind him to send the letter; they didn't very much like the idea of having an entire group of Wizard's attacking them for mistreating the boy.
On the Friday night of Harry's third week back he finally came up with a plan. He had been at the Dursley's long enough now and his best friends Ron and Hermione had told him that they would not let him stay there for the whole of the holidays.
It was the third night since Harry had sent his last letter telling everyone that he was okay. He was desperate to get out of this place, itching to find out what was going on, what Voldamort might be doing. So he would not send the letter tonight, or tomorrow night or any other night for that matter, he would wait until someone came for him and than he would leave with them. He didn't want to make everyone worry, but he couldn't stand it any longer.
Harry shut his eyes and let sleep wash over him, he was too tired to remove his glasses, undress or even get under his blankets.
When Harry awoke it must have been about the afternoon. The sun was hot on his back and his room was full of sunlight. He slowly managed to get himself up and, deciding that he had neglected his presentation for far too long, he headed straight for the bathroom.
It was obvious that the Dursley's were out somewhere because the house was far too quite, and one look out of the lounge room window told Harry that their car was not there. Relieved that he would not have to deal with their presence today he showered, washed and brushed his messy hair, put on some clean clothes and helped himself to some left over bacon and a hot chocolate.
It must have been much latter than he originally thought because once all this was done the room was much darker and the sun was disappearing behind the roofs of the houses at Privet Drive. Harry wasn't alone for much longer, no sooner had he drained the last of his chocolate did he here his Uncle Vernon's car pull up in the drive way and the three of them get out of it and head for the front door.
Harry didn't even bother making himself scarce like he usually did; instead he just remained sitting at the table in the dinning room staring at the setting sun. The Dursley's took one look at him sitting there and than headed to the lounge room - ignoring him completely they turned on the television and became absorbed.
Harry was so busy trying to his relatives that he didn't here there scream's of horror until after about the fourth time. Curious Harry leapt up from his chair and ran into the lounge room. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the figure standing in front of the Dursley's fireplace.
'Professor Lupin,' Harry cried, trying with all his might not to run up and embrace the shabby looking wizard that stood merely inches away. 'What are you doing here?'
'Why, I came to check on you Harry. You didn't send a letter yesterday.' At these words the stunned Dursley's glared at Harry looking the angriest he had seen them in a while. But they didn't speak; they didn't dare in front of an armed wizard.
'Also,' Lupin continued in a tired sort of voice, 'Dumbledore thinks that you've been here long enough now, and that it might be better if you came and stayed with us now.'
Harry's heart almost burst out of his chest. His plan worked, he was actually going to be going back to his true home, be around his friends. The Dursley's still looked at Harry angrily but were obviously beyond relieved when they heard that he would be leaving.
'Well, we best get going straight away Harry, get your things quickly.'
Harry wasted no time at all he left the lounge room at a sprint and headed for his room. He heard Lupin trying to make conversation with the Dursley's as Harry left.
As soon as he reached his room he shoved everything that he would need inside his trunk, grabbed Hedwig's empty cage and his Firebolt and ran dragged them all the way back to the lounge room - the Dursley's were huddled in the corner whilst Lupin desperately tried to make conversation with them.
'Right, well you got everything Harry - Great lets get going then,' said Lupin, clearly glad to get out of the uncomfortable atmosphere.
Lupin grabbed Harry's trunk and held out a small bag full of a Flu Powder - taking a handful he stepped into the fire place, Firebolt and cage in hand and through the powder onto the fire shouting, 'Number twelve Grimmauld Place,' he was gone.