Hello! I am a crazy psycho maniac who goes by the name Mastercreater! You
know what? I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! WAAAAHHHHH!!!! I am so sad. You know
what will make a sad maniac happy? REVIEW!!!!
Harry Potter, a skinny boy of sixteen with emerald green eyes and messy jet black hair lay on his bed staring dully at the ceiling of his bedroom. Harry didn't know how long he had been staring at the same boring old ceiling, but as far as he was concerned, it didn't matter much anymore.
Aunt Petunia knocked furiously on the door of Harry's bedroom. " Quickly, boy! Your uncle wants to see you and Dudley downstairs! Quick!" Harry could hear Aunt Petunia scatter quickly down the stairs and into the kitchen
Harry, who usually wouldn't hesitate to run down quickly, actually had a guts to take his time. Harry lazily got of his bed and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Once Harry finally arrived in the kitchen, Uncle Vernon snarled at him. Dudley, who had grown a lot over the summer was already sitting in the kitchen. Uncle Vernon cleared his throat in an important matter. " Alright" He said, his mustache moving like an angry porcupine, " Me and Petunia are of to a very important ceremony and this might just be my chance for a promotion."
Uncle Vernon stopped and studied the boys' faces (More likely glaring at Harry) "Unlike the incident that happened three or four years ago, this promotion is a for sure." He glared at Harry again. Harry, who didn't even mind if the Dursleys would burry him in the lawn, just stared emptily at his large baggy sleeves. (It was Dudley's clothes when he was ten) "So? Why did you call us?" Dudley grunted rudely. Uncle Vernon grunted back "Just for you to know, you both are to stay here. Dudley, keep an eye on Potter." He grunted again. (Why are they all grunting?)
A few minutes later, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were in their car and of to the ceremony. Dudley watched them drive all the way out of sight and then he finally turned away from the window. Harry was sure that Dudley was of to call his friends over. He had overheard them planning the party together a week ago.
Harry passed Dudley who was sort of grunting with his friend in the phone. Harry walked over to the kitchen fridge to make himself a sandwich. He never had time to get himself a sandwich when his uncle and aunt were around. Harry put out some pieces of bread and added some bacon and egg. This was just what he needed after staring at the ceiling for five hours with an empty stomach. Three minutes later, after Harry had sloped on the mayonnaise, Dudley came waddling into the kitchen. "I want a sandwich." Dudley grunted at Harry.
Harry looked up from his sandwich and looked at Dudley's porky face. "So?" Harry asked calmly. "Make me one." Dudley grunted lazily. Harry walked out of the kitchen without looking back at Dudley. "Make it yourself."
Harry could hear Dudley grunt from the kitchen. Usually Harry would already be pounded to the wall for treating Dudley that way, but since Harry wasn't in a very good mood to take control of his powers, Dudley knew better.
After Harry had finished with his sandwich, he cleaned his plate and was of to do some more mopping in his bedroom. Dudley stopped him on the way up the stairs and pushed him down.
"You can't talk back to Dudley Dursley and get away with it." Dudley snarled and his nostrils went wide with anger. Harry's lightning bolt scar on his forehead started to tingle uncontrollably. Since Harry was quite used to his scar burning up, it didn't really matter anymore.
Dudley fell to the ground on his fat, baggy bottom just like Harry did. It was as if an invisible force had knocked Dudley down. The whole ground shook when his bottom hit. Dudley's porky face turned into a shocked and scared expression. He quickly got his fat bottom of the floor and waddled as fast as his fat feet could into the living room.
Knowing he would be punished the second his uncle and aunt would get home, Harry continued to make his way to his bedroom.
Dudley's large clothes, many Hogwarts books, his precious Firebolt, Hedgwig's empty cage, a large wooden trunk, his father's old invisibility cloth, a wand, a few parchments of paper and quills, and a few school robes were Harry's only belongings. Harry looked around the room, unsatisfied. His best friends, Ron and Hermione, had written about two dozen letters over the whole summer. Harry was to busy mopping about Sirius that he didn't reply a single letter.
As Harry lay in his bed, he heard a loud rumble of laughter from downstairs. Harry jerked out from his thoughts and decided to ignore the sudden outburst and continue with his thoughts.
Why did Sirius have to leave? Why did everyone I love have to leave? When will Voldemort strike again? Who will be next?
All these questions ran through his head like a gust of wind. Harry thought of all the people he loved. Ron, Hermione, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Professor Lupin, Hagrid, Ginny, Fred and George, Professor Dumbledore.
Harry's thoughts slowly drifted into mesmerizing sleep. His dreams were of everyone he loved. He pictured Ron, Hermione, and himself laughing together at the great hall. Ron was stuffing his face with chicken, mash potatoes, and green peas. Harry and Hermione continued to laugh.
Suddenly, Harry's dreams shifted to the Quiddich field. Harry was sitting on his Firebolt, zooming around in the sky. Harry's messy jet black hair ruffled in the air as he was closer to the Snitch. Harry could see Hermione, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Hagrid, Professor Lupin, and a few others sitting in the crouds.cheering.cheering for him.
His dreams once again shifted. Sirius was in his dog form. Harry was raising a stick high in the air for Snuffles (Sirius) to catch. Snuffles barked cheerfully once it finally got hold of the stick. Harry laughed and threw Snuffles a piece of bacon to munch. Snuffles barked again.
A second later, he's dreams shifted to Hagrid's Hut. Hagrid was pouring some tea for Harry to drink and Ron was chocking on it..
CRASH!
Harry's dreams ended with a start. He rubbed his head and walked downstairs to see what the comotion was.
Oooh.I wonder what the comotion was.? Probably a raccoon because I love raccoons and raccoons make lots of noise!!!Alright, it isn't really a raccoon. Why should it be? It's probably something more magical! Hmm.maybe the members from The Order? The Weasleys? Dumbledore?(I seriously doubt it) Proffesors? Voldemort?(I doubt it) Death Eaters? Oh the suspense! Cliff Hanger! If I get 2 or more reviews, I will continue with my story!
Harry Potter, a skinny boy of sixteen with emerald green eyes and messy jet black hair lay on his bed staring dully at the ceiling of his bedroom. Harry didn't know how long he had been staring at the same boring old ceiling, but as far as he was concerned, it didn't matter much anymore.
Aunt Petunia knocked furiously on the door of Harry's bedroom. " Quickly, boy! Your uncle wants to see you and Dudley downstairs! Quick!" Harry could hear Aunt Petunia scatter quickly down the stairs and into the kitchen
Harry, who usually wouldn't hesitate to run down quickly, actually had a guts to take his time. Harry lazily got of his bed and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Once Harry finally arrived in the kitchen, Uncle Vernon snarled at him. Dudley, who had grown a lot over the summer was already sitting in the kitchen. Uncle Vernon cleared his throat in an important matter. " Alright" He said, his mustache moving like an angry porcupine, " Me and Petunia are of to a very important ceremony and this might just be my chance for a promotion."
Uncle Vernon stopped and studied the boys' faces (More likely glaring at Harry) "Unlike the incident that happened three or four years ago, this promotion is a for sure." He glared at Harry again. Harry, who didn't even mind if the Dursleys would burry him in the lawn, just stared emptily at his large baggy sleeves. (It was Dudley's clothes when he was ten) "So? Why did you call us?" Dudley grunted rudely. Uncle Vernon grunted back "Just for you to know, you both are to stay here. Dudley, keep an eye on Potter." He grunted again. (Why are they all grunting?)
A few minutes later, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were in their car and of to the ceremony. Dudley watched them drive all the way out of sight and then he finally turned away from the window. Harry was sure that Dudley was of to call his friends over. He had overheard them planning the party together a week ago.
Harry passed Dudley who was sort of grunting with his friend in the phone. Harry walked over to the kitchen fridge to make himself a sandwich. He never had time to get himself a sandwich when his uncle and aunt were around. Harry put out some pieces of bread and added some bacon and egg. This was just what he needed after staring at the ceiling for five hours with an empty stomach. Three minutes later, after Harry had sloped on the mayonnaise, Dudley came waddling into the kitchen. "I want a sandwich." Dudley grunted at Harry.
Harry looked up from his sandwich and looked at Dudley's porky face. "So?" Harry asked calmly. "Make me one." Dudley grunted lazily. Harry walked out of the kitchen without looking back at Dudley. "Make it yourself."
Harry could hear Dudley grunt from the kitchen. Usually Harry would already be pounded to the wall for treating Dudley that way, but since Harry wasn't in a very good mood to take control of his powers, Dudley knew better.
After Harry had finished with his sandwich, he cleaned his plate and was of to do some more mopping in his bedroom. Dudley stopped him on the way up the stairs and pushed him down.
"You can't talk back to Dudley Dursley and get away with it." Dudley snarled and his nostrils went wide with anger. Harry's lightning bolt scar on his forehead started to tingle uncontrollably. Since Harry was quite used to his scar burning up, it didn't really matter anymore.
Dudley fell to the ground on his fat, baggy bottom just like Harry did. It was as if an invisible force had knocked Dudley down. The whole ground shook when his bottom hit. Dudley's porky face turned into a shocked and scared expression. He quickly got his fat bottom of the floor and waddled as fast as his fat feet could into the living room.
Knowing he would be punished the second his uncle and aunt would get home, Harry continued to make his way to his bedroom.
Dudley's large clothes, many Hogwarts books, his precious Firebolt, Hedgwig's empty cage, a large wooden trunk, his father's old invisibility cloth, a wand, a few parchments of paper and quills, and a few school robes were Harry's only belongings. Harry looked around the room, unsatisfied. His best friends, Ron and Hermione, had written about two dozen letters over the whole summer. Harry was to busy mopping about Sirius that he didn't reply a single letter.
As Harry lay in his bed, he heard a loud rumble of laughter from downstairs. Harry jerked out from his thoughts and decided to ignore the sudden outburst and continue with his thoughts.
Why did Sirius have to leave? Why did everyone I love have to leave? When will Voldemort strike again? Who will be next?
All these questions ran through his head like a gust of wind. Harry thought of all the people he loved. Ron, Hermione, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Professor Lupin, Hagrid, Ginny, Fred and George, Professor Dumbledore.
Harry's thoughts slowly drifted into mesmerizing sleep. His dreams were of everyone he loved. He pictured Ron, Hermione, and himself laughing together at the great hall. Ron was stuffing his face with chicken, mash potatoes, and green peas. Harry and Hermione continued to laugh.
Suddenly, Harry's dreams shifted to the Quiddich field. Harry was sitting on his Firebolt, zooming around in the sky. Harry's messy jet black hair ruffled in the air as he was closer to the Snitch. Harry could see Hermione, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Hagrid, Professor Lupin, and a few others sitting in the crouds.cheering.cheering for him.
His dreams once again shifted. Sirius was in his dog form. Harry was raising a stick high in the air for Snuffles (Sirius) to catch. Snuffles barked cheerfully once it finally got hold of the stick. Harry laughed and threw Snuffles a piece of bacon to munch. Snuffles barked again.
A second later, he's dreams shifted to Hagrid's Hut. Hagrid was pouring some tea for Harry to drink and Ron was chocking on it..
CRASH!
Harry's dreams ended with a start. He rubbed his head and walked downstairs to see what the comotion was.
Oooh.I wonder what the comotion was.? Probably a raccoon because I love raccoons and raccoons make lots of noise!!!Alright, it isn't really a raccoon. Why should it be? It's probably something more magical! Hmm.maybe the members from The Order? The Weasleys? Dumbledore?(I seriously doubt it) Proffesors? Voldemort?(I doubt it) Death Eaters? Oh the suspense! Cliff Hanger! If I get 2 or more reviews, I will continue with my story!