Chapter 1: An Unwelcome Awakening
Harry Potter awoke with a start. He reached over and picked up his glasses. Sliding them on, he looked around the room. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. His owl, Hedwig was out hunting and probably doing a pretty good job of it too. The teenager stood up and looked in the mirror. He had grown over the summer. All of his clothing now was small, always showing his ankles and part of his midriff. Harry had definitely grown muscles and was beginning to look more like his father everyday, except his eyes, which resembled his mother's.
The only reason he knew this was because he had pictures of them on his desk. He didn't remember his parents, for Lord Voldemort murdered them when Harry was just one year.
Suddenly, Harry hit the ground in pain. He started to twitch. He could feel his back cracking and hurting in different spots. He emitted several screams of pain before he heard his door open. Aunt Petunia, Uncle Dursley, and Dudley ran in. None of them knew what to do! Scaring all of them, a wizard with shabby robes came running in, pushing all three of them out of the way to get to Harry.
"Hang on there, Harry." cried Lupin, "Don't give in to him!" He wasn't sure if Harry could hear him, but he figured it was worth a try.
Harry's scar burst open, letting blood pour out. Harry stopped fidgeting but started to turn a very bright white, when, to every one's surprise, he disappeared, leaving only a phoenix feather with a lightning bolt scar behind.
Harry Potter awoke with a start. He reached over and picked up his glasses. Sliding them on, he looked around the room. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. His owl, Hedwig was out hunting and probably doing a pretty good job of it too. The teenager stood up and looked in the mirror. He had grown over the summer. All of his clothing now was small, always showing his ankles and part of his midriff. Harry had definitely grown muscles and was beginning to look more like his father everyday, except his eyes, which resembled his mother's.
The only reason he knew this was because he had pictures of them on his desk. He didn't remember his parents, for Lord Voldemort murdered them when Harry was just one year.
Suddenly, Harry hit the ground in pain. He started to twitch. He could feel his back cracking and hurting in different spots. He emitted several screams of pain before he heard his door open. Aunt Petunia, Uncle Dursley, and Dudley ran in. None of them knew what to do! Scaring all of them, a wizard with shabby robes came running in, pushing all three of them out of the way to get to Harry.
"Hang on there, Harry." cried Lupin, "Don't give in to him!" He wasn't sure if Harry could hear him, but he figured it was worth a try.
Harry's scar burst open, letting blood pour out. Harry stopped fidgeting but started to turn a very bright white, when, to every one's surprise, he disappeared, leaving only a phoenix feather with a lightning bolt scar behind.