A/n: hey everyone! This is my first story! I hope you like it. Any comments/reviews will be appreciated especially constructive ones!
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Though it was early in the morning, the sun was already burning hot on Professor Dumbledore's cloaked back. He wandered through the grounds of Hogwarts humming merrily while Fawkes soared above him, ducking in and out of trees.
Dumbledore smiled happily; Though he loved all of his students (well…Some less than others), Hogwarts was so much more peaceful and pleasant without them. One student's face however kept creeping into his mind whenever he began to relax; Harry Potter wasn't taking his godfathers death very well at all. He had shut himself in his room at Privet Drive, refusing to eat and to sleep. He would just weep over Sirius' belongings; his old letters, photos, anything that reminded Harry of those precious moments in which he finally had a family.
Dumbledore sighed heavily, adjusting his spectacles as he walked back towards the castle. "It should be an interesting year to say the least." Dumbledore muttered to himself before opening the heavy oak doors with a spell and stepping inside.
* That Night *
Ginny stared anxiously at the front door of Number Twelve Grimmauld place. The old house had been her home for the past 3 weeks of holidays, and it was slowly beginning to feel like a prison. The hallway was silent. She, Hermione and Ron were nervously awaiting Harry's arrival. It would be the first time they had seen him since departing from the train station at the end of term. They had taken Sirius' death hard as well, but no where near the extent at which Harry had. His letters became steadily more depressing, and sometimes suicidal. They would definitely feel more at ease once he was back in their company.
Ginny's head snapped to attention as the door handle turned and the door flung open. Four figures shuffled in; three were members of The Order, and one was no other than Harry Potter himself. Ginny's mouth fell open as she took in Harry's appearance. His black hair was longer and messier than before, hanging just above his shoulders. His green eyes where lined heavily with eye makeup and his once rosy lips covered in black lipstick.
His skin had been pale before but that was nothing compared to now; it look almost transparent. Ginny wasn't sure whether it was his poor health or makeup but it didn't look natural. Clasped around his neck was a spiked dog collar. The spikes protruded ten centimetres from the black leather that held them in place. Harry was completely clad in black. His trench coat touched the top of his huge black boots within which he had tucked his ripped pants. His dangling shirt bore across the chest in big red letters the word 'KORN'.
"Harry…You look different." Hermione said before rushing forward and hugging him tightly, carefully avoiding the spikes. Harry buried his head in her bushy hair and began sobbing uncontrollably. Ginny and Ron looked at each other uncomfortably, not sure what to do. Before anything else was said Mrs Weasley rushed forward and relieved Hermione of the distraught boy, holding him in a mother-like embrace.
"Come on Harry dear, you're safe with us now. How about we get you upstairs and into bed, hmmm? I'm sure it's been a long trip." Mrs Weasley coaxed him upstairs and when the trio downstairs were sure they were out of earshot, Ginny turned to the others and said in a hushed voice; "He's completely lost it. I don't know what's going to happen when school comes around. He can't go bursting into tears all over Hogwarts."
"Ginny don't be so tough on him. It's just because he's back here. It must be hard for him. We'll just have to be here for him." Hermione said before turning and walking towards the kitchen, followed by Ron. Ginny stood in the hallway alone, tears running over the brims of her eyes. Couldn't they see that if the Great Harry Potter wasn't okay, then none of them could be?
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(A/n I know it is rather short but I didn't want to rush into the next bit. It will take some planning. I love Korn by the way. If those of you reading this don't, please keep your comments about the band to yourself, you're here to judge the story, not my choice in music. Thanks ladies and gents) Love you all muchlies.
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Though it was early in the morning, the sun was already burning hot on Professor Dumbledore's cloaked back. He wandered through the grounds of Hogwarts humming merrily while Fawkes soared above him, ducking in and out of trees.
Dumbledore smiled happily; Though he loved all of his students (well…Some less than others), Hogwarts was so much more peaceful and pleasant without them. One student's face however kept creeping into his mind whenever he began to relax; Harry Potter wasn't taking his godfathers death very well at all. He had shut himself in his room at Privet Drive, refusing to eat and to sleep. He would just weep over Sirius' belongings; his old letters, photos, anything that reminded Harry of those precious moments in which he finally had a family.
Dumbledore sighed heavily, adjusting his spectacles as he walked back towards the castle. "It should be an interesting year to say the least." Dumbledore muttered to himself before opening the heavy oak doors with a spell and stepping inside.
* That Night *
Ginny stared anxiously at the front door of Number Twelve Grimmauld place. The old house had been her home for the past 3 weeks of holidays, and it was slowly beginning to feel like a prison. The hallway was silent. She, Hermione and Ron were nervously awaiting Harry's arrival. It would be the first time they had seen him since departing from the train station at the end of term. They had taken Sirius' death hard as well, but no where near the extent at which Harry had. His letters became steadily more depressing, and sometimes suicidal. They would definitely feel more at ease once he was back in their company.
Ginny's head snapped to attention as the door handle turned and the door flung open. Four figures shuffled in; three were members of The Order, and one was no other than Harry Potter himself. Ginny's mouth fell open as she took in Harry's appearance. His black hair was longer and messier than before, hanging just above his shoulders. His green eyes where lined heavily with eye makeup and his once rosy lips covered in black lipstick.
His skin had been pale before but that was nothing compared to now; it look almost transparent. Ginny wasn't sure whether it was his poor health or makeup but it didn't look natural. Clasped around his neck was a spiked dog collar. The spikes protruded ten centimetres from the black leather that held them in place. Harry was completely clad in black. His trench coat touched the top of his huge black boots within which he had tucked his ripped pants. His dangling shirt bore across the chest in big red letters the word 'KORN'.
"Harry…You look different." Hermione said before rushing forward and hugging him tightly, carefully avoiding the spikes. Harry buried his head in her bushy hair and began sobbing uncontrollably. Ginny and Ron looked at each other uncomfortably, not sure what to do. Before anything else was said Mrs Weasley rushed forward and relieved Hermione of the distraught boy, holding him in a mother-like embrace.
"Come on Harry dear, you're safe with us now. How about we get you upstairs and into bed, hmmm? I'm sure it's been a long trip." Mrs Weasley coaxed him upstairs and when the trio downstairs were sure they were out of earshot, Ginny turned to the others and said in a hushed voice; "He's completely lost it. I don't know what's going to happen when school comes around. He can't go bursting into tears all over Hogwarts."
"Ginny don't be so tough on him. It's just because he's back here. It must be hard for him. We'll just have to be here for him." Hermione said before turning and walking towards the kitchen, followed by Ron. Ginny stood in the hallway alone, tears running over the brims of her eyes. Couldn't they see that if the Great Harry Potter wasn't okay, then none of them could be?
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(A/n I know it is rather short but I didn't want to rush into the next bit. It will take some planning. I love Korn by the way. If those of you reading this don't, please keep your comments about the band to yourself, you're here to judge the story, not my choice in music. Thanks ladies and gents) Love you all muchlies.