Harry Potter and The Final Year, Chapter 1
The summer heat was getting to everyone. Yet soon the summer will be over, and Hogwarts will begin again. But not for everyone. Just the witches and wizards who attend the wizarding school. Seventeen-year-old Harry Potter was sitting in a park near his home, number four Privet Drive. It's been only a few weeks since Uncle Vernon was murdered, and Aunt Petunia and his cousin Dudley, were quiet every moment of their sad lives. Harry was to meet his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger in Diagon Alley the next day. He was anxious to get out of this hell hole he calls home. Harry had pretty much nobody, except these people whom he lives with. Well, except for his friends of course. His godfather, was killed two years ago, by Bellatrix LeStrange. His life has fallen apart ever since.
It was almost nighttime, as the sun was setting. Getting up as the last family left the park, he walked back to the house, silent and resigned. In just a few hours, he would be reunited with his two best friends in the wizarding world. Slowly, he reached the home of the Dursley's, and without a word, he went up the stairs and went into his bedroom. He had no clue where his aunt or his cousin were. Frankly, he did not care either. A lot has gone on during the summer.
For starters, he had really gained an interest in Hermione Granger, one of his two best friends. Not a friendship interest, but he started to really find her attractive. He did not know how she would react if he told her. But he was going to tell her. But when? Not tomorrow, he thought. It was too early. Maybe at Hogwarts? Yeah, maybe, he said in his head. He looked at his clock. It was only about seven o'clock. So he sat by his window and thought happy thoughts for a long time. Soon the clock read ten o'clock. Finally, he crawled into bed, took off his glasses, and drifted off.
(End of chappie one...I hope you guys like it so far...tee hee)
The summer heat was getting to everyone. Yet soon the summer will be over, and Hogwarts will begin again. But not for everyone. Just the witches and wizards who attend the wizarding school. Seventeen-year-old Harry Potter was sitting in a park near his home, number four Privet Drive. It's been only a few weeks since Uncle Vernon was murdered, and Aunt Petunia and his cousin Dudley, were quiet every moment of their sad lives. Harry was to meet his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger in Diagon Alley the next day. He was anxious to get out of this hell hole he calls home. Harry had pretty much nobody, except these people whom he lives with. Well, except for his friends of course. His godfather, was killed two years ago, by Bellatrix LeStrange. His life has fallen apart ever since.
It was almost nighttime, as the sun was setting. Getting up as the last family left the park, he walked back to the house, silent and resigned. In just a few hours, he would be reunited with his two best friends in the wizarding world. Slowly, he reached the home of the Dursley's, and without a word, he went up the stairs and went into his bedroom. He had no clue where his aunt or his cousin were. Frankly, he did not care either. A lot has gone on during the summer.
For starters, he had really gained an interest in Hermione Granger, one of his two best friends. Not a friendship interest, but he started to really find her attractive. He did not know how she would react if he told her. But he was going to tell her. But when? Not tomorrow, he thought. It was too early. Maybe at Hogwarts? Yeah, maybe, he said in his head. He looked at his clock. It was only about seven o'clock. So he sat by his window and thought happy thoughts for a long time. Soon the clock read ten o'clock. Finally, he crawled into bed, took off his glasses, and drifted off.
(End of chappie one...I hope you guys like it so far...tee hee)