Chapter One- THE LONG SUMMER
-The story will be kind of simple in the first place but I PROMISE YOU it will have lots and twist and turns. Some hilarious moments and some suspenseful. There will be some symbolism in here (hahah yes that means some of my buddies are in here!) and just to let people know, this is after the 5th book. I'm writing this story for YOUR benefit, but its also for mines. I want to keep it as a MEMO. So I'm making this story really long, LIKE A REAL HARRY POTTER BOOK, (maybe not as long)..so bear with me. I PROMISE IT'S WORTH THE WAIT. Since this is my first FAN FIC please be lenient =)..enjoy and good reading!
Harry shot out of bed because of his sharp stinging pain. He knew immediately that his scar was the cause of the immense pain. Blindly looking for is glasses in the dark, he grabbed it off the dresser. Looking around his room, he saw a bed, a little dresser with some melted candles resting on it, and a picture of Hermonie, Ron, and the Weasleys waving at him. Just looking at the picture, made him smile. It also eased the pain on his forehead. Harry was glad to know that he still had the Weasleys. Just last summer, he knew he had a godfather, by the end of the year, he had lost his newfound God-Dad Sirius. Blaming himself for the cause of this Godfather's death, scrawny as he is already, he had lost some weight. Even though it was partly because of Duddly's over weightness. Weighing more than an elephant, at the age of 15 was a huge deal. The whole family still remained on the absurd diet to help Duddly. Late at night however, Harry would see Duddly sneaking downstairs to stuff his face with anything and everything he can reach with his stubby hands. Snickering at the memory of the time Fred and George accidentally left some of their experimental candies back for Duddly to eat, which led to the transformation of Duddy's tongue at least 20 ft long made him feel better. Harry looked at himself in the mirror, what he saw was a boy with messy shaggy hair, his famous lightning scar, and a boy wearing a pjs with a maroon sweater. Harry had grew couple of inches during the summer, even though he'll never be as tall as Ron, who was at least 6'0 tall at the age of 17. Harry is now 16, turning 17 soon, not that Harry cared. Every time he thought about his future, he became more unease. He didn't want to leave his wonderful school. He didn't know where to go after Hogwarts. No one is there for him, no one cared for him, no one will take him in. What will become of him? The Dursleys will never take him in, they hated his guts and would love to see him gone. Maybe he could live with the Weasleys, after all they are such nice people! He didn't know what will happen and he didn't really care, thinking about his future was very stressful, and stress was the last thing he needed. All the happiness he ever felt drained out of him as realization hit him. Voldemort was back, maybe not strong but not dead either. Memories of his 4th and 5th year fled through his mind. Memories such as Harry being the house champ, and Cedric's death. Backed up with Sirius' death and his close to death incident with Voldemort once more. If it wasn't for Dumboldore's help, Harry probably would've never survived. Now back at Privet drive, everything SEEMED calm, but that was the last thing Harry felt. Looking around the room, he expected to find Hedwig, but to his disappointment, she was no where to be found. Harry just remembered that he had let her out earlier that night, so she could stretch and hunt. "I must inform someone of my scar hurting" he thought to himself. But no one came to mind. He used to always write to Sirius about his problems and for advice. Writing to Hermoine about his scar hurting was not a good choice either. He could hear her frightened filled with concern voice going " you must talk to Dumboldore Harry!" "Harry be careful!, if you scar still burns, tell me! So i can FIND EVERY BOOK IN THE LIBRARY to help you!" Telling Ron was not a wise choice either. Ron would probably go "-whimper- ..are yooouuu shhuuuree...its hur..hurr..hurt HARRY?" "Maybe mum/dad could help" or "You're kidding righ..righ..right?" Thinking hard with the feather pen in his mouth he heard footsteps on Aunt Petunia's clean squeaky hardwood floor. -sighing- "It must be Duddly again!" Harry rolled his eyes. But what caught his eye was that the blinking clock showed that it was 2:30 in the morning. "Bloodly git, what's he doing up at that time?"
-The story will be kind of simple in the first place but I PROMISE YOU it will have lots and twist and turns. Some hilarious moments and some suspenseful. There will be some symbolism in here (hahah yes that means some of my buddies are in here!) and just to let people know, this is after the 5th book. I'm writing this story for YOUR benefit, but its also for mines. I want to keep it as a MEMO. So I'm making this story really long, LIKE A REAL HARRY POTTER BOOK, (maybe not as long)..so bear with me. I PROMISE IT'S WORTH THE WAIT. Since this is my first FAN FIC please be lenient =)..enjoy and good reading!
Harry shot out of bed because of his sharp stinging pain. He knew immediately that his scar was the cause of the immense pain. Blindly looking for is glasses in the dark, he grabbed it off the dresser. Looking around his room, he saw a bed, a little dresser with some melted candles resting on it, and a picture of Hermonie, Ron, and the Weasleys waving at him. Just looking at the picture, made him smile. It also eased the pain on his forehead. Harry was glad to know that he still had the Weasleys. Just last summer, he knew he had a godfather, by the end of the year, he had lost his newfound God-Dad Sirius. Blaming himself for the cause of this Godfather's death, scrawny as he is already, he had lost some weight. Even though it was partly because of Duddly's over weightness. Weighing more than an elephant, at the age of 15 was a huge deal. The whole family still remained on the absurd diet to help Duddly. Late at night however, Harry would see Duddly sneaking downstairs to stuff his face with anything and everything he can reach with his stubby hands. Snickering at the memory of the time Fred and George accidentally left some of their experimental candies back for Duddly to eat, which led to the transformation of Duddy's tongue at least 20 ft long made him feel better. Harry looked at himself in the mirror, what he saw was a boy with messy shaggy hair, his famous lightning scar, and a boy wearing a pjs with a maroon sweater. Harry had grew couple of inches during the summer, even though he'll never be as tall as Ron, who was at least 6'0 tall at the age of 17. Harry is now 16, turning 17 soon, not that Harry cared. Every time he thought about his future, he became more unease. He didn't want to leave his wonderful school. He didn't know where to go after Hogwarts. No one is there for him, no one cared for him, no one will take him in. What will become of him? The Dursleys will never take him in, they hated his guts and would love to see him gone. Maybe he could live with the Weasleys, after all they are such nice people! He didn't know what will happen and he didn't really care, thinking about his future was very stressful, and stress was the last thing he needed. All the happiness he ever felt drained out of him as realization hit him. Voldemort was back, maybe not strong but not dead either. Memories of his 4th and 5th year fled through his mind. Memories such as Harry being the house champ, and Cedric's death. Backed up with Sirius' death and his close to death incident with Voldemort once more. If it wasn't for Dumboldore's help, Harry probably would've never survived. Now back at Privet drive, everything SEEMED calm, but that was the last thing Harry felt. Looking around the room, he expected to find Hedwig, but to his disappointment, she was no where to be found. Harry just remembered that he had let her out earlier that night, so she could stretch and hunt. "I must inform someone of my scar hurting" he thought to himself. But no one came to mind. He used to always write to Sirius about his problems and for advice. Writing to Hermoine about his scar hurting was not a good choice either. He could hear her frightened filled with concern voice going " you must talk to Dumboldore Harry!" "Harry be careful!, if you scar still burns, tell me! So i can FIND EVERY BOOK IN THE LIBRARY to help you!" Telling Ron was not a wise choice either. Ron would probably go "-whimper- ..are yooouuu shhuuuree...its hur..hurr..hurt HARRY?" "Maybe mum/dad could help" or "You're kidding righ..righ..right?" Thinking hard with the feather pen in his mouth he heard footsteps on Aunt Petunia's clean squeaky hardwood floor. -sighing- "It must be Duddly again!" Harry rolled his eyes. But what caught his eye was that the blinking clock showed that it was 2:30 in the morning. "Bloodly git, what's he doing up at that time?"