Chapter Two:
"Quiet, girl. You don't want the Dursleys to wake up, do you?" Harry crept to his
bedroom window where Hedwig waited to be let in from the night. Luckily she wasn't able to tap
on the window because she held a mouse in her mouth.
"Ugh, guess you don't want an owl treat at the moment." Hedwig tilted her head and
gazed at Harry before hoping into her cage where she began to chew on the mouse's head.
Harry returned to work on his essay on ogres and the poisons their saliva contained. He
had been cooped up in his room for two weeks, only leaving to use the restroom, take a
quick jog at 5 am, and to retrieve meals from the kitchen. It had been his own decision. The
Dursley's attitude toward Harry had not changed in the least. It had gotten worse. Though their
stupidity had not extended to the point where they refused to take heed to the Order's warnings
against mistreating Harry. They avoided the boy at all costs. When they could not avoid coming
in contact with him they'd simply pretend he was not there. This had not bothered Harry at all.
After all, he did precisely the same thing.
Harry shut Magical Properties of Dangerous Beasts with a sigh and tucked it away under
the loose floorboard under his bed along with his quill and parchment. Before shutting the
floorboard he took notice of a letter Hermione had sent him just two days before. She, like
everyone else, avoided mentioning Sirius's death and instead talked about ordinary things like her
upcoming trip to the Baltic Sea. Part of Harry wanted to engrave it through everyone's head that
he was not a china doll and had no tolerance of being treated like one. The other half of him was
greatfull they refrained from talking about his godfather's untimely death. Harry tried to make all the
outgoing letters to friends and the Order free of depression or angst, though he was sure
everyone could see right through them.
Dear Ginny,
Summer's been great. I've already completed my Charms homework. Just want to get everything out of the way so I can spend the rest of the holidays doing absolutely nothing.
Hope to see you soon,
Harry
" Night, Hedwig, " he whispered before turning off the small lamp on the night stand.
Hedwig gave a soft hoot in response before her master fell into another restless sleep.
~~~
Hey, thanks for the reviews! To be completely honest I never know the full details of a story until I'm finished writing it. Probably not a good thing for a writer to do as it can really confuse the readers. But I'm trying my best to get all my thoughts and such organized. (I really am a newbie at this.) But to clear up a few things:
Harry's dreams represent the grief he feels after Sirius's death. My plans at the moment are to make this fic about Harry's battle with those feelings and how he tries to rid himself of the grief. Hopefully the plot will make more sense as the story goes on.
"Quiet, girl. You don't want the Dursleys to wake up, do you?" Harry crept to his
bedroom window where Hedwig waited to be let in from the night. Luckily she wasn't able to tap
on the window because she held a mouse in her mouth.
"Ugh, guess you don't want an owl treat at the moment." Hedwig tilted her head and
gazed at Harry before hoping into her cage where she began to chew on the mouse's head.
Harry returned to work on his essay on ogres and the poisons their saliva contained. He
had been cooped up in his room for two weeks, only leaving to use the restroom, take a
quick jog at 5 am, and to retrieve meals from the kitchen. It had been his own decision. The
Dursley's attitude toward Harry had not changed in the least. It had gotten worse. Though their
stupidity had not extended to the point where they refused to take heed to the Order's warnings
against mistreating Harry. They avoided the boy at all costs. When they could not avoid coming
in contact with him they'd simply pretend he was not there. This had not bothered Harry at all.
After all, he did precisely the same thing.
Harry shut Magical Properties of Dangerous Beasts with a sigh and tucked it away under
the loose floorboard under his bed along with his quill and parchment. Before shutting the
floorboard he took notice of a letter Hermione had sent him just two days before. She, like
everyone else, avoided mentioning Sirius's death and instead talked about ordinary things like her
upcoming trip to the Baltic Sea. Part of Harry wanted to engrave it through everyone's head that
he was not a china doll and had no tolerance of being treated like one. The other half of him was
greatfull they refrained from talking about his godfather's untimely death. Harry tried to make all the
outgoing letters to friends and the Order free of depression or angst, though he was sure
everyone could see right through them.
Dear Ginny,
Summer's been great. I've already completed my Charms homework. Just want to get everything out of the way so I can spend the rest of the holidays doing absolutely nothing.
Hope to see you soon,
Harry
" Night, Hedwig, " he whispered before turning off the small lamp on the night stand.
Hedwig gave a soft hoot in response before her master fell into another restless sleep.
~~~
Hey, thanks for the reviews! To be completely honest I never know the full details of a story until I'm finished writing it. Probably not a good thing for a writer to do as it can really confuse the readers. But I'm trying my best to get all my thoughts and such organized. (I really am a newbie at this.) But to clear up a few things:
Harry's dreams represent the grief he feels after Sirius's death. My plans at the moment are to make this fic about Harry's battle with those feelings and how he tries to rid himself of the grief. Hopefully the plot will make more sense as the story goes on.