(Author's note): Ok, no one reviewed (yet)-but I'm hoping in the future.
Umm, I decided to get on with the story, 'cause I want some reviews (never
got 'em).
I'm hoping you will like the story, and PLEASE review!!!!!!
On with the story!
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Chapter 1.
The sun rose, one morning, upon a little house in Surrey. The house was perfectly normal, as were the people who lived inside-except for one.
A scrawny, scraggly boy of fifteen, with messy black hair, was only just waking. Harry Potter, recently returned from his fifth year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was really quite groggy. He hadn't slept well that night-plagued by nightmares of the events which had taken place in the Ministry of Magic, earlier that Spring.
Every time he closed his eyes, he was standing in the stone chamber inside the Department of Mysteries. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the events that were burned into his mind
(flashback)--'Only one couple were still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock. Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.'-(end of flashback)
What Lupin had said to him-he could not forget: "There's nothing you can do, Harry.nothing.. He's gone."
"He's gone" were the words on his mind as he headed downstairs. "He's gone" echoed in his ears as he began to make breakfast for his relatives- The Dursleys.
The Dursleys were Muggles-people who were non-magical; and the Dursleys hated *anything* having to do with magic-Harry included.
Mrs. Petunia Dursley, a thin, bony woman, was Harry's aunt: his mother's sister, who hated him. Her husband, Vernon Dursley, a beefy man who shared his wife's sentiments, was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. He scowled when he saw Harry.
Their son, Dudley Dursley, was making his way downstairs-Harry could feel the monstrously large footsteps pounding on the stairs. A very, very large form took a shape in the glass door separating the hall from the kitchen (a very round shape).
The door swung open to reveal an enormously rotund teen: Dudley Dursley-Harry's sixteen-year-old cousin.
So far, Dudley's diet had worked very little; the only change was he could hide behind his father slightly easier than in past years.
Dudley, whose birthday had been roughly two weeks prior, was looking smug (and rather stupid, in Harry's opinion) in the "South Pole" brand clothing he had received for his birthday.
Dudley had also acquired a laptop, a DVD player, several movies, an expensive drum set (Harry couldn't tell why), a portable TV, a new watch, a cell phone, an X-Box, several games, and quite a large sum of money.
While still afraid of Harry, they were even more afraid of the threat of having several fully-grown wizards in their home; so they ignored Harry for the most part, which suited him just fine.
Aunt Petunia, who had just entered the kitchen, almost fearfully, handed Harry a list of chores, which he quietly accepted. Harry finished making breakfast, and went upstairs to change, he not bothering to eat.
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As Harry headed outside to begin weeding the garden, he noticed old Mrs. Figg, who lived on nearby Wisteria Walk. For most of his life, he had believed his former babysitter to be a batty old woman with too many cats. But last year, he had found out the truth-Mrs. Figg was a Squib (a person born to magical parents, but who could not do magic themselves, like Argus Filch, the school caretaker), a friend of Hogwarts Headmaster Dumbledore, and member of the Order of the Phoenix-a secret anti-Voldemort society.
As Mrs. Figg shuffled past in her fluffy house shoes, he saw behind her several large trucks. It appeared as though someone was moving into number Seven, across the street.
He could see a large, black Suburban, and a delivery van of some sort. Furniture (not like the ugly sort belonging to the Dursleys) was being pulled out of the large truck, while several boxes sat on the yard. A man and woman were watching the deliverymen unload the truck, while two teenagers, a boy and a girl, stood looking at the house.
The male teen was not the tallest of people (not short though!), had brown hair, and curious eyebrows that slanted upwards (A/N: He's not an elf or anything-it's just an identifying trait-my eyebrows point upwards, too). He was wearing blue jeans, a dark blue shirt, and brown hiking boots.
His sister (who was rather short, around 5'2") had dirty blond hair which reached her shoulders. She, too, was wearing blue jeans, and was wearing a red shirt with a black butterfly on the front, and white tennis shoes (these descriptions are based on a friend and myself).
Suddenly, the door opened, and Aunt Petunia stuck her head out.
"What are you waiting for?" she hissed. "Get to work!" with that, she disappeared into the house.
Reluctantly, Harry bent down, and began to pull weeds from the bed of petunias (I know that's been use a million times, but I really couldn't resist.). Every now and then, he would look over his shoulder at the new neighbors.
After a while, while Harry was painting the house, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon came out of the house, bearing a tray (don't really know how to describe it-a food dish thing) of food (Harry couldn't see what it was, as it was covered). Petunia looked sharply at Harry.
"Keep working. We're going over to meet the new neighbors. You had better not be slacking off!" with that, they strode across the street.
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Author's note: I know no one reviewed, but I decided to push on ahead anyway, in hopes of attracting attention, so that people *will* review. The new neighbors will be important (other wise I wouldn't have gone to so much trouble describing them). There will be a bit of romance later on(most likely, I haven't gotten there yet.). Please Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jerjerodd
The sun rose, one morning, upon a little house in Surrey. The house was perfectly normal, as were the people who lived inside-except for one.
A scrawny, scraggly boy of fifteen, with messy black hair, was only just waking. Harry Potter, recently returned from his fifth year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was really quite groggy. He hadn't slept well that night-plagued by nightmares of the events which had taken place in the Ministry of Magic, earlier that Spring.
Every time he closed his eyes, he was standing in the stone chamber inside the Department of Mysteries. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the events that were burned into his mind
(flashback)--'Only one couple were still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock. Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.'-(end of flashback)
What Lupin had said to him-he could not forget: "There's nothing you can do, Harry.nothing.. He's gone."
"He's gone" were the words on his mind as he headed downstairs. "He's gone" echoed in his ears as he began to make breakfast for his relatives- The Dursleys.
The Dursleys were Muggles-people who were non-magical; and the Dursleys hated *anything* having to do with magic-Harry included.
Mrs. Petunia Dursley, a thin, bony woman, was Harry's aunt: his mother's sister, who hated him. Her husband, Vernon Dursley, a beefy man who shared his wife's sentiments, was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. He scowled when he saw Harry.
Their son, Dudley Dursley, was making his way downstairs-Harry could feel the monstrously large footsteps pounding on the stairs. A very, very large form took a shape in the glass door separating the hall from the kitchen (a very round shape).
The door swung open to reveal an enormously rotund teen: Dudley Dursley-Harry's sixteen-year-old cousin.
So far, Dudley's diet had worked very little; the only change was he could hide behind his father slightly easier than in past years.
Dudley, whose birthday had been roughly two weeks prior, was looking smug (and rather stupid, in Harry's opinion) in the "South Pole" brand clothing he had received for his birthday.
Dudley had also acquired a laptop, a DVD player, several movies, an expensive drum set (Harry couldn't tell why), a portable TV, a new watch, a cell phone, an X-Box, several games, and quite a large sum of money.
While still afraid of Harry, they were even more afraid of the threat of having several fully-grown wizards in their home; so they ignored Harry for the most part, which suited him just fine.
Aunt Petunia, who had just entered the kitchen, almost fearfully, handed Harry a list of chores, which he quietly accepted. Harry finished making breakfast, and went upstairs to change, he not bothering to eat.
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As Harry headed outside to begin weeding the garden, he noticed old Mrs. Figg, who lived on nearby Wisteria Walk. For most of his life, he had believed his former babysitter to be a batty old woman with too many cats. But last year, he had found out the truth-Mrs. Figg was a Squib (a person born to magical parents, but who could not do magic themselves, like Argus Filch, the school caretaker), a friend of Hogwarts Headmaster Dumbledore, and member of the Order of the Phoenix-a secret anti-Voldemort society.
As Mrs. Figg shuffled past in her fluffy house shoes, he saw behind her several large trucks. It appeared as though someone was moving into number Seven, across the street.
He could see a large, black Suburban, and a delivery van of some sort. Furniture (not like the ugly sort belonging to the Dursleys) was being pulled out of the large truck, while several boxes sat on the yard. A man and woman were watching the deliverymen unload the truck, while two teenagers, a boy and a girl, stood looking at the house.
The male teen was not the tallest of people (not short though!), had brown hair, and curious eyebrows that slanted upwards (A/N: He's not an elf or anything-it's just an identifying trait-my eyebrows point upwards, too). He was wearing blue jeans, a dark blue shirt, and brown hiking boots.
His sister (who was rather short, around 5'2") had dirty blond hair which reached her shoulders. She, too, was wearing blue jeans, and was wearing a red shirt with a black butterfly on the front, and white tennis shoes (these descriptions are based on a friend and myself).
Suddenly, the door opened, and Aunt Petunia stuck her head out.
"What are you waiting for?" she hissed. "Get to work!" with that, she disappeared into the house.
Reluctantly, Harry bent down, and began to pull weeds from the bed of petunias (I know that's been use a million times, but I really couldn't resist.). Every now and then, he would look over his shoulder at the new neighbors.
After a while, while Harry was painting the house, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon came out of the house, bearing a tray (don't really know how to describe it-a food dish thing) of food (Harry couldn't see what it was, as it was covered). Petunia looked sharply at Harry.
"Keep working. We're going over to meet the new neighbors. You had better not be slacking off!" with that, they strode across the street.
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Author's note: I know no one reviewed, but I decided to push on ahead anyway, in hopes of attracting attention, so that people *will* review. The new neighbors will be important (other wise I wouldn't have gone to so much trouble describing them). There will be a bit of romance later on(most likely, I haven't gotten there yet.). Please Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jerjerodd