Chapter 1: O.W.L.S
On a sunny afternoon on number 4 Privet Drive, there was a house. Now this house was not special at all, as it looked like every other house on the street. But inside this house there was a very special boy. This boy did not have retardation or deformities; he in fact was a wizard. A very powerful wizard. But his home was not the one he dwelled in at the moment. He was longing to go back to the place he fit in most, one of the few places, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But he was brought back to his senses to an angry uncle, Vernon his name, three times his size.
"Look what you've done, boy!!! Overcooked the bacon and eggs!! What are you doing just sitting there? Throw it away and make some more, or you'll go to your room with no food, again!!"
Harry Potter snapped back to reality and grabbed the pan, too quickly, which fell on the floor with a clang that rang throughout the house.
"Potter, is that my nice pan I bought yesterday, with the beautiful flowers engraved on the outside?" yelled his Aunt Petunia, who could become very angry on the spot.
"No, Aunt Petunia, it's the regular old pan." Harry said through clenched teeth, trying to sound as polite as possible.
Vernon widened his eyes and said with glee back to Petunia, "Ahah!! He's lying! You should not lie to your aunt and uncle like that boy! Do you want me to send me to your room again??" he said to Harry with evil glee, who seemed to become engulfed in anger by this statement.
"Obviously dear, he can't get it through his head. He's a plum idiot!" he said back to Petunia.
"SHUT UP!" Harry roared. He was at his breaking point of insults for the day.
"I'M GOING TO MY ROOM MYSELF!! DON'T BOTHER ASKING ME TO COOK YOU BREAKFAST IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT!!"
Harry ran up to his room and slammed the door shut.
*-----*
There he sat, defeated by his uncaring aunt and uncle, crying on his bed. Usually at times like these, Harry thought about Sirus and how he had such great times with him last year. Having Sirus gone hardened Harry somewhat. He was very depressed, and all he could think about was going back to Hogwarts and getting his O.W.L grades (besides Sirus). The days slowly dragged on as he waited for his O.W.L grades. He was sending Hedwig out quite often to Hogwarts to see if she could retrieve the O.W.L grades, but he didn't get anything of the sort. He did get a warm letter from Ron, saying that he would be coming to the burrow soon, and he also received a letter from Remus Lupin.
Dear Harry,
You must be in a great deal of pain and I understand this, but Sirus was my close friend too. I also feel the same way that you do, and we will always share this grief together. I have enclosed his will of possessions that he has given to you. You don't have to read it immediately, but it would be nice to see what you got from Sirus. I did not read any of it, and respected it as your share. He entitled it half to me and half to you. It was not your fault that Sirus died, and you can't change that.
Feel Better,
Remus Lupin, Head of Order of the Phoenix
"I can't read this right now, it's too much of a burden" Harry said, holding back his tears. He was tired of waiting up all night for his O.W.L results that night before, and decided to take a nap.
*----*
Harry was walking in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
"How did I get here? I thought I was still at home" He asked himself. But he decided to ignore his own question and focus on what the object was ahead of him.
"Sirus?" Harry said with a perplexed look on his face, "What are you doing here, I thought you were killed by Bellatrix Lestrange!" Tap, Tap, Tap.
"Huh, whadja say?" Harry said sluggishly. He felt as if a mist was ascending from him, and he was gaining his sight slowly. He soon saw Hedwig, tapping on the windowsill, with a letter, and he quickly got out of bed, and opened the window. Hedwig looked very tired, and had probably been flying all night. It was morning now, and the Dursley's had left to go to a special breakfast.
Harry saw the letter and quickly grabbed it, ignoring Hedwig's desperate squeaks for food.
He ripped open the letter and found this:
Dear Mr. Potter,
I am pleased to inform you that your O.W.L examination results have arrived in this envelope successfully, and have not been tampered with. Here is the key for your O.W.L grades:
T = Terrible, P = Poor, A = Acceptable, E = Exceeds Expectations, O = Outstanding
Your results are as follows:
Defense against the Dark Arts Practical = O Theory = O
Care of Magical Creatures Practical = E Theory = A
Practical Potions = A Theory = A
History of Magic = P
Herbology Practical = E Theory = A
Charms Practical = O Theory = E
Transfiguration Practical = E Theory = E
Divination Practical = P Theory = P
O = 3, E = 5, A = 4 Total O.W.L.S = 12
I hope that you are happy with your results.
Sincerely,
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
"Amazing!" Harry shouted with glee. " I got 12 Owls! I never thought.This is absolutely.I don't know what to say." Harry's depression seemed to be lifted somewhat because of this good news, and Harry was happy, something he hadn't been for the past few weeks.
"I still don't seem to understand how I passed Potions, but that is good, my chances for becoming an Auror have increased!" Harry said. "I must write to Ron and Hermione about this!"
To Be continued.. Go easy on me, its my first fic and review please!!
On a sunny afternoon on number 4 Privet Drive, there was a house. Now this house was not special at all, as it looked like every other house on the street. But inside this house there was a very special boy. This boy did not have retardation or deformities; he in fact was a wizard. A very powerful wizard. But his home was not the one he dwelled in at the moment. He was longing to go back to the place he fit in most, one of the few places, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But he was brought back to his senses to an angry uncle, Vernon his name, three times his size.
"Look what you've done, boy!!! Overcooked the bacon and eggs!! What are you doing just sitting there? Throw it away and make some more, or you'll go to your room with no food, again!!"
Harry Potter snapped back to reality and grabbed the pan, too quickly, which fell on the floor with a clang that rang throughout the house.
"Potter, is that my nice pan I bought yesterday, with the beautiful flowers engraved on the outside?" yelled his Aunt Petunia, who could become very angry on the spot.
"No, Aunt Petunia, it's the regular old pan." Harry said through clenched teeth, trying to sound as polite as possible.
Vernon widened his eyes and said with glee back to Petunia, "Ahah!! He's lying! You should not lie to your aunt and uncle like that boy! Do you want me to send me to your room again??" he said to Harry with evil glee, who seemed to become engulfed in anger by this statement.
"Obviously dear, he can't get it through his head. He's a plum idiot!" he said back to Petunia.
"SHUT UP!" Harry roared. He was at his breaking point of insults for the day.
"I'M GOING TO MY ROOM MYSELF!! DON'T BOTHER ASKING ME TO COOK YOU BREAKFAST IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT!!"
Harry ran up to his room and slammed the door shut.
*-----*
There he sat, defeated by his uncaring aunt and uncle, crying on his bed. Usually at times like these, Harry thought about Sirus and how he had such great times with him last year. Having Sirus gone hardened Harry somewhat. He was very depressed, and all he could think about was going back to Hogwarts and getting his O.W.L grades (besides Sirus). The days slowly dragged on as he waited for his O.W.L grades. He was sending Hedwig out quite often to Hogwarts to see if she could retrieve the O.W.L grades, but he didn't get anything of the sort. He did get a warm letter from Ron, saying that he would be coming to the burrow soon, and he also received a letter from Remus Lupin.
Dear Harry,
You must be in a great deal of pain and I understand this, but Sirus was my close friend too. I also feel the same way that you do, and we will always share this grief together. I have enclosed his will of possessions that he has given to you. You don't have to read it immediately, but it would be nice to see what you got from Sirus. I did not read any of it, and respected it as your share. He entitled it half to me and half to you. It was not your fault that Sirus died, and you can't change that.
Feel Better,
Remus Lupin, Head of Order of the Phoenix
"I can't read this right now, it's too much of a burden" Harry said, holding back his tears. He was tired of waiting up all night for his O.W.L results that night before, and decided to take a nap.
*----*
Harry was walking in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
"How did I get here? I thought I was still at home" He asked himself. But he decided to ignore his own question and focus on what the object was ahead of him.
"Sirus?" Harry said with a perplexed look on his face, "What are you doing here, I thought you were killed by Bellatrix Lestrange!" Tap, Tap, Tap.
"Huh, whadja say?" Harry said sluggishly. He felt as if a mist was ascending from him, and he was gaining his sight slowly. He soon saw Hedwig, tapping on the windowsill, with a letter, and he quickly got out of bed, and opened the window. Hedwig looked very tired, and had probably been flying all night. It was morning now, and the Dursley's had left to go to a special breakfast.
Harry saw the letter and quickly grabbed it, ignoring Hedwig's desperate squeaks for food.
He ripped open the letter and found this:
Dear Mr. Potter,
I am pleased to inform you that your O.W.L examination results have arrived in this envelope successfully, and have not been tampered with. Here is the key for your O.W.L grades:
T = Terrible, P = Poor, A = Acceptable, E = Exceeds Expectations, O = Outstanding
Your results are as follows:
Defense against the Dark Arts Practical = O Theory = O
Care of Magical Creatures Practical = E Theory = A
Practical Potions = A Theory = A
History of Magic = P
Herbology Practical = E Theory = A
Charms Practical = O Theory = E
Transfiguration Practical = E Theory = E
Divination Practical = P Theory = P
O = 3, E = 5, A = 4 Total O.W.L.S = 12
I hope that you are happy with your results.
Sincerely,
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
"Amazing!" Harry shouted with glee. " I got 12 Owls! I never thought.This is absolutely.I don't know what to say." Harry's depression seemed to be lifted somewhat because of this good news, and Harry was happy, something he hadn't been for the past few weeks.
"I still don't seem to understand how I passed Potions, but that is good, my chances for becoming an Auror have increased!" Harry said. "I must write to Ron and Hermione about this!"
To Be continued.. Go easy on me, its my first fic and review please!!