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Chapter 2 - Fixing his errs
Harry went up to his room. He got out some parchment. He began to scribble his note to Hermoine. He didn't want anything too gushy or anything too heavy. He just wanted to let her know he feels. He finished the note, and read it again. He threw it away, crumpled up, in the garbage can. He couldn't let her know he feels. He just couldn't.
He flopped on his bed. "Arrrrrrrrghh!," he grumbled. It just wasn't fair. Why couldn't it be, just this once? With Sirius dead, he longer could dream of getting out of this joint. Dumbledore wouldn't stand for it though. Not with what happened. And definitely not with Voldemort still out on the loose. But Harry hadn't had any more "scar pains" or anything lately so that was good, or did Voldemort just figure out a way to stop them. Well whatever the case, he wasn't going to let Voldemort win, even if he did haunt his every waking step.
"If I could just get out of here...," Harry said.
"I have similar sentiments," replied Dudley, walking into his room, making Harry jump.
"Get out of here!," Harry screamed!
"Just what I'd wish you'd do. Maybe you can follow your godfather's path and make like a tree and leave, forever."
"I'll curse you now, if you don't get OUT of here!," Harry threatened. He had taken out his wand and aimed it at Dudley. Dudley looked nervous.
"Duddy-kins! Duddy-kins! Your friends are here!," called Aunt Petunia.
"You're lucky that I have to go. Otherwise you'd be dead by now!," Dudley threatened. Harry wasn't scared of him but was glad he left. Now I get to figure out the Hermoine problem he thought grumpily. It just wasn't fair. A letter was too informal and he realized it now. He would sneak away with Ron and go to the Weasley's. Who cared what Dumbledore said? He would be safe enough at the Weasleys.
He sent a letter to Ron and the Weasleys telling them his situation. Hedwig was off and Harry was left waiting in his room for a reply...
*End of Chapter*
I know it is not a very exciting chapter but I'm sorry.
Chapter 2 - Fixing his errs
Harry went up to his room. He got out some parchment. He began to scribble his note to Hermoine. He didn't want anything too gushy or anything too heavy. He just wanted to let her know he feels. He finished the note, and read it again. He threw it away, crumpled up, in the garbage can. He couldn't let her know he feels. He just couldn't.
He flopped on his bed. "Arrrrrrrrghh!," he grumbled. It just wasn't fair. Why couldn't it be, just this once? With Sirius dead, he longer could dream of getting out of this joint. Dumbledore wouldn't stand for it though. Not with what happened. And definitely not with Voldemort still out on the loose. But Harry hadn't had any more "scar pains" or anything lately so that was good, or did Voldemort just figure out a way to stop them. Well whatever the case, he wasn't going to let Voldemort win, even if he did haunt his every waking step.
"If I could just get out of here...," Harry said.
"I have similar sentiments," replied Dudley, walking into his room, making Harry jump.
"Get out of here!," Harry screamed!
"Just what I'd wish you'd do. Maybe you can follow your godfather's path and make like a tree and leave, forever."
"I'll curse you now, if you don't get OUT of here!," Harry threatened. He had taken out his wand and aimed it at Dudley. Dudley looked nervous.
"Duddy-kins! Duddy-kins! Your friends are here!," called Aunt Petunia.
"You're lucky that I have to go. Otherwise you'd be dead by now!," Dudley threatened. Harry wasn't scared of him but was glad he left. Now I get to figure out the Hermoine problem he thought grumpily. It just wasn't fair. A letter was too informal and he realized it now. He would sneak away with Ron and go to the Weasley's. Who cared what Dumbledore said? He would be safe enough at the Weasleys.
He sent a letter to Ron and the Weasleys telling them his situation. Hedwig was off and Harry was left waiting in his room for a reply...
*End of Chapter*
I know it is not a very exciting chapter but I'm sorry.
