A/N - Well, this is my first chapter...I don't own anything except for some
of the characters that are coming soon...I.E. Mari and Jamie Lee. Now one
with the story!
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Harry awoke in a cold sweat and breathing hard. It was the seventh time that week that he had a dream replaying the death of his godfather, Sirius Black. Mostly murdered by his cousin, and one of Voldemort's death eaters, Bellatrix. He crawled out of his bed and turned on his light. He quietly walked to his desk in his room, being careful not to wake up the Dursleys.
He pulled out a piece of parchment, bottle of red ink, and his quill. He began to scribble a letter to his two friends, Ron and Hermione. He knew they probably won't understand, considering they have never seen one their loved ones die before their eyes or anyone in that matter.
He told them that he needed to get away from the Dursleys. They were making hi life more hellish than before. Harry knew well enough that Dumbledore wouldn't like it at all if he left Number 4 Privet Drive. It was the only place, besides Hogwarts that he was safe from Voldemort. Harry walked towards the owl cage on the other side of the bed.
"Hedwig," Harry whispered. His snowy owl looked at him with her bright amber eyes and hooted softly. "Hedwig, quiet. Don't wake Uncle Vernon or he would through you out for sure."
Harry opened the door and the owl climbed on his outstretched arm. Harry fumbled with tying the letters to her foot. "Take these to Ron and Hermione, alright?" Hedwig nipped his figures to show that she understood what he said and flew out the window.
Harry walked back to his bed and cent down and pulled up the loose floorboard under his bed, where he hid most of his school stuff and letters from his friends. He pulled out the antiqued mirror Sirius had given him for Christmas. Harry felt the cool silver handle, looked in it, and threw it down on his bed. A tear slowly slid down his cheek and Harry wiped it away quickly.
"Why didn't I open it when I got back from the Black's? If only I did and didn't use Umbridge's fire, he would still be here today!" he cursed himself. "It was all my fault that he's gone. Damn it Voldemort!"
He pushed the mirror back into its hiding place and replaced the floorboard. He crawled under the covers and laid on his back. He tried t clear his mind, which Dumbledore advise him to do every night. But for some reason it never worked for clearing the memory of Sirius. Harry wished he had a Pensieve, so he didn't have that memory anymore.
Harry sighed and rolled over onto his side. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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Harry woke up to a banging on his door.
"Get out of bed, Potter!" yelled his Uncle Vernon. Harry sat up in is bed, and heard his uncle make his way towards the stairs.
Harry slowly made his ways out of bed and got dress. He tried to flatten his messy hair but gave up because it was resenting. He made his ways into the kitchen when he found his aunt, uncle, and cousin, sitting at the table quiet for once. Harry walked to the fridge and grabbed an apple and wiped it off on his oversized shirt. Aunt petunia gave a little cough and smiled weakly at Harry, which confused Harry because Aunt Petunia rarely smiled at him.
"Harry," she said in a small voice, "this came in the mail. I think it's from one of your pe..." she paused, the continued, "friends." Petunia out stretched her hand, holding out a tan envelope. Harry took it without saying a word and walked out of the kitchen.
"Get back in here, boy!" he heard his uncle yell. "You open that in here!"
"No Vernon. Let the boy be. It's his letter. He can open it where ever he wants." Harry paused, surprised to hear his aunt protest his uncle to leave him alone. He smiled and walked up to hi room and closed the door. He laid on his bed and ripped open the envelope, noticing that his friend, Ron, wrote the letter.
**Harry,
It's great to hear from you! Did you get you O.W.L. results?
Hermione got the best score out of us, I think. She got all O's
except in her potions, which she got an E in. I, on the other hand,
go all O's and two E's in Divinations and Potions. Not bad, I don't
think. Mum's happy though that I'm not taking Fred and George's path.
I guess I get to be an Auror after all! So I bet that you will too!
Mum wants to know if you want to visit the Borrow? Could you? Dad
could get you. Hermione is over. Not to mention Mum's goddaughter,
Marianna is here; she's going to Hogwarts this year with us. I will
tell you more when you get here. Percy apologized to Dad. So I guess
the row is over now. Thank Merlin!
Well, owl me back with the answer. Dad will be there on Sunday at
three to pick you up. Either way, you're coming
Ron**
Harry couldn't believe that he would go visit the Weasley's and Hermione this summer, again. Also that Dumbledore would let him, yet the Weasley's *were* and still are in the Order of the Phoenix. He couldn't wait until Sunday.
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Harry awoke in a cold sweat and breathing hard. It was the seventh time that week that he had a dream replaying the death of his godfather, Sirius Black. Mostly murdered by his cousin, and one of Voldemort's death eaters, Bellatrix. He crawled out of his bed and turned on his light. He quietly walked to his desk in his room, being careful not to wake up the Dursleys.
He pulled out a piece of parchment, bottle of red ink, and his quill. He began to scribble a letter to his two friends, Ron and Hermione. He knew they probably won't understand, considering they have never seen one their loved ones die before their eyes or anyone in that matter.
He told them that he needed to get away from the Dursleys. They were making hi life more hellish than before. Harry knew well enough that Dumbledore wouldn't like it at all if he left Number 4 Privet Drive. It was the only place, besides Hogwarts that he was safe from Voldemort. Harry walked towards the owl cage on the other side of the bed.
"Hedwig," Harry whispered. His snowy owl looked at him with her bright amber eyes and hooted softly. "Hedwig, quiet. Don't wake Uncle Vernon or he would through you out for sure."
Harry opened the door and the owl climbed on his outstretched arm. Harry fumbled with tying the letters to her foot. "Take these to Ron and Hermione, alright?" Hedwig nipped his figures to show that she understood what he said and flew out the window.
Harry walked back to his bed and cent down and pulled up the loose floorboard under his bed, where he hid most of his school stuff and letters from his friends. He pulled out the antiqued mirror Sirius had given him for Christmas. Harry felt the cool silver handle, looked in it, and threw it down on his bed. A tear slowly slid down his cheek and Harry wiped it away quickly.
"Why didn't I open it when I got back from the Black's? If only I did and didn't use Umbridge's fire, he would still be here today!" he cursed himself. "It was all my fault that he's gone. Damn it Voldemort!"
He pushed the mirror back into its hiding place and replaced the floorboard. He crawled under the covers and laid on his back. He tried t clear his mind, which Dumbledore advise him to do every night. But for some reason it never worked for clearing the memory of Sirius. Harry wished he had a Pensieve, so he didn't have that memory anymore.
Harry sighed and rolled over onto his side. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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Harry woke up to a banging on his door.
"Get out of bed, Potter!" yelled his Uncle Vernon. Harry sat up in is bed, and heard his uncle make his way towards the stairs.
Harry slowly made his ways out of bed and got dress. He tried to flatten his messy hair but gave up because it was resenting. He made his ways into the kitchen when he found his aunt, uncle, and cousin, sitting at the table quiet for once. Harry walked to the fridge and grabbed an apple and wiped it off on his oversized shirt. Aunt petunia gave a little cough and smiled weakly at Harry, which confused Harry because Aunt Petunia rarely smiled at him.
"Harry," she said in a small voice, "this came in the mail. I think it's from one of your pe..." she paused, the continued, "friends." Petunia out stretched her hand, holding out a tan envelope. Harry took it without saying a word and walked out of the kitchen.
"Get back in here, boy!" he heard his uncle yell. "You open that in here!"
"No Vernon. Let the boy be. It's his letter. He can open it where ever he wants." Harry paused, surprised to hear his aunt protest his uncle to leave him alone. He smiled and walked up to hi room and closed the door. He laid on his bed and ripped open the envelope, noticing that his friend, Ron, wrote the letter.
**Harry,
It's great to hear from you! Did you get you O.W.L. results?
Hermione got the best score out of us, I think. She got all O's
except in her potions, which she got an E in. I, on the other hand,
go all O's and two E's in Divinations and Potions. Not bad, I don't
think. Mum's happy though that I'm not taking Fred and George's path.
I guess I get to be an Auror after all! So I bet that you will too!
Mum wants to know if you want to visit the Borrow? Could you? Dad
could get you. Hermione is over. Not to mention Mum's goddaughter,
Marianna is here; she's going to Hogwarts this year with us. I will
tell you more when you get here. Percy apologized to Dad. So I guess
the row is over now. Thank Merlin!
Well, owl me back with the answer. Dad will be there on Sunday at
three to pick you up. Either way, you're coming
Ron**
Harry couldn't believe that he would go visit the Weasley's and Hermione this summer, again. Also that Dumbledore would let him, yet the Weasley's *were* and still are in the Order of the Phoenix. He couldn't wait until Sunday.