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Chapter 5:
His worst day.
Harry Potter sat at the edge of the wall between the kitchen and the living room. Hearing the news reporter talk about some draft in Mongolia. He hadn't heard from Ron and the rest of his friends for the longest time, and when they did send letters they were short and vague, except for Hermiones, they were always long as 3 parchments, talking about anything, school, homework, the new neighbors, but lately her letters stopped coming. Hearing footsteps, Harry jumped. Knowing where to place his feet on the floor, he quietly creeped out of the kitchen and into his old cupboard, avoiding any creaks in the floor. The news was over, and Harry was yet again left with the feeling of worry. No news from the daily prophet, because THEY were to stupid to realize that Voldemort was back, and he hadn't heard any resent unexpected deaths or missing people. Getting out of his cupboard, once he heard his aunt and uncle leave the room, he quietly left the house, walking down Privet Drive, he stopped in the middle of the street and watched the sun going down. He sighed, was this how his whole summer was going to be, him being left in the dark after all he'd being threw. Something boiled inside him, after all, he WAS the person who encountered Voldemort 4 times consecutively, but hey, maybe his tiny little brain would not cope with all the information. He kicked a nearby branch, a dull feeling flodding threw his toes. It was his birthday, was he supposed to live threw another birthday with the Dursleys without presents, hadn't he gone threw enough? As soon as he thought that, a medium sized brown owl with black markings, came into view, it held a large package and a roll of parchment. Harry's heart leapt. Maybe he was wrong, maybe some would remember. The owl landed infront of him, dropped the parcels, hooted at Harry cheerfully and took off. Tearing the paper, forgetting he was in a muggle street, forgetting that nosy neighbors could be looking out of their windows staring at him and forgetting who he was for a moment, just thinking he was a normal 15 year old boy who was getting his first birthday present.
Hello Harry.
How are you? Sorry I haven't written anything sooner but I've being very busy, yesterday was my friends birthday, we had a party and I met alot of people. To bad you aren't here, I miss you alot. So how are you? Are your aunt and uncle treating you alright? Has your cousin threatened you? If he did Harry I hope you gave it back at him. So hows Ron? Is he with you? I haven't gotten any letters from him, and any I send to him come back with a note saying everythings fine and I shouldn't worry. What a git. Telling me not to worry. But I can worry over you, right Harry? I can send you four parchments and you won't mind? I hope so, because even if you don't I'll keep sending them. I'm also talking to Victor, you know Victor Krum, well ofcourse you do. Well he said loads of things, he says that Durmstrang is good and they found a new Headmaster. I hope he is a good one. Well, I'm sorry I have to cut this letter short Harry, but it's almost 1 in the morning.
Bye Harry.
Hermione.
P.S: Happy Birthday!!
Harry smiled, at least someone remembered him. Opening the parcel, "Quidditch Threw the Ages" fell out, also a new watch followed suit. His mouth dropped open, he finally got the book, that Snape had taken away in their first year. Laughing, he put his new watch on and picked up his book, feeling more lifted in the spirit. But it didn't last long, once he turned the corner, two pair of hands grabbed him around the arms and dragged him into the darkness. All he ever saw was Miss Figg running at him,screaming like a mad woman, her handbag rustling in the wind.
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No Harry isn't going to die, I already told you that he was going to be a prefect, now how is he going to be a prefect if he dies? Anyways, the story line is coming very well threw my master plan, *holds a clipboard, checks of some boxes on the paper.* now next time we are in the.....