It was a hot summer day. An ordinary street, an ordinary house, even the
room was quite ordinary, but the boy who lived in it was special. He was a
wizard.
There were many extraordinary things about him. His parents were dead, murdered by the darkest wizard of their time -Voldemort. A wizard so powerful most of the wizarding world was afraid to even say his name. The same wizard was trying to kill Harry every time he saw him, because of a prophecy.
Harry had learned about the prophecy only some weeks ago, the Dark Lord didn't know the whole prophecy yet. He didn't know that Harry Potter was the only one who could destroy him for good. But Harry Potter knew. That was the reason he almost didn't eat or sleep, he was sad, angry and confused. He was thinking of the prophecy, what he would have to do.
Harry Potter was destined to kill or be killed.
****************************************** Harry Potter woke up, after only a couple hours of sleep.
'Damn, I feel bad' he mumbled. But that was no news, was it. He got up, found some clothes, (Dudley's old ones ofcourse ) got dressed, and headed down for breakfast. His relatives were already eating, in Dudley's case, the fifth plate. He sat down, took a piece of toast, bit it and decided he didn't want to eat... again. He was about to go outside, when his uncle growled, 'You better write those freaks a letter, I don't want them knocking on my door.' 'Ok, uncle Vernon' Harry sighed, and went upstairs. There was a small owl on his bed, it jumped up and down. 'Calm down Pig!' Harry shouted, irritated. He sat down, grabbed the letter, and started reading.
Dear Harry,
Why haven't you written me a single letter, since June? I know you are upset, angry, and probably sad. I wanted to know how you are doing, and ask you about your O.W.L. s. I got four, mom is furious, he said I am going to fail in life or something, she calmed down when I said it was more than Fred and George. So how many did you get? Hermione said she got ten. I hope my mom doesn't find out... So anyway, what are u up to?
Your friend,
Ron P.S. I added Hermione's letter too.
Harry opened the second letter, it looked a bit tearstained. He began to read.
Dear Harry,
How are you? I've been very worried about you, I imagine what you must feel, I know it is awful. I wanted to ask you if u wanted to come to my place for the rest of the summer, Dumbledore thinks it's a good idea. I doubt that you would want to go back to Grimmauld Place, but if you do, you can go, I am not forcing you to come here. Ron is going to visit Charlie, he will come later. Have you got your O.W.L results yet? I got ten, but I think Ron told you that already, he didn't do very well. I hope you can come. If you can, just send me a letter with Hedwig, and I'll tell you how you can get here. I hope I'll see you soon.
Love,
Hermione.
Harry glared at the word love. 'I wonder what she meant with that?' he mumbled. He felt tears stinging in the corners of his eyes. 'NO! I'm not thinking about it.' He said to himself, trying to push away thoughts of Sirius. 'I am not going to cry, I haven't cried since I went to Hogwarts (not properly anyway). 'I didn't weep like a little baby when Cedric died, I didn't break down when Sirius died, and I am not doing it now!' 'I've got to be strong, how can I beat Voldemort, if I can't even beat myself. A nasty voice in his head began to speak: 'This was all your fault, you did it, you could have prevented it, but you didn't. You are a selfish brat.'
'No!' Harry yelled. 'I didn't do it, Voldemort did!' He tried to calm down and concentrate on responding to the letters.
Dear Ron,
I understand I didn't write you, I've just been a bit occupied that's all. I am fine, I haven't got my O.W.L. s yet. I hope your mom won't kill you. Four isn't bad at all, I don't think I did better, I slept through most of the exams, so I don't know what I'm going to get. I hope you are well.
Your friend
Harry.
He knew, that most of it was a lie, but he couldn't just say, 'Hey Ron, I am a complete emotional wreck. I think of suicide and I blame myself for all the people that have died near me in the past 16 years.' 'No, that would be he worst thing I could write to him.' 'What the heck am I going to write to Hermione?' he thought. 'Even if Ron won't see through my lies 'Hermione will. I want to get out of here, but I don't know how long I can stand their questions about my emotional state.' He tied his answer to Pig's leg and threw him out of the window. He took another piece of parchment, and began writing.
Dear Hermione,
I am quite well. I would be glad to come to your place, but I'm not sure the Dursleys are very happy about it. They can't do anything though, if they refuse I'll say I will write the Order about it. I haven't got my exam results yet, but I don't think I did any better than Ron. I was asleep during most of the exams. I'll tell you more when I see you.
Love,
Harry.
He thought long, before he wrote the word 'love'. He was very fond of Hermione, but not THAT way. He found himself thinking of Hermione, in the Department of Mysteries, how scared he was when she was hexed. The Department of Mysteries made him remember Sirius again. He knew he'd have to make his heart cold, he couldn't let the grief bury him alive. He wrote a short letter to the Order saying that he's ok. And went to Hedwig. 'The first letter is to Hermione, and the other is for the Order.' He stroked her feathers, and she flew away. He decided to take a walk outside, he looked at his watch, and saw it was noon. He changed his mind and wanted to take a nap. He knew he probably couldn't sleep because of all the horrible dreams that haunted him day and night. He had to watch the murders of everybody he cared about. He fell asleep, but woke up only after a few minutes of sleep, because of the nightmares. Finally he managed to get a few hours of restless sleep. * He woke up, when he heard his aunt push a plate through the cat door to his room. He didn't want to eat, he took a few bites, and left the rest to Hedwig. He just lied on his bed and thought about everything. When he finally fell asleep it was far over midnight. He woke up in the early morning, and found five packages on his desk. Then he remembered, it was the 31 of July, his birthday. With minimal excitement he went to the desk and started opening the presents. He took the first present. I was quite soft, so it had to be from the Weasleys. He opened it, and saw a Weasley sweater, some home made sweats, and a book. He looked at the cover: Curses and Counter-curses (Bewitch your friends and befuddle your enemies with the latest revenges.). There was a small note on top of it,
Happy birthday Harry! I know it's not like me to give you a book, but I thought it would be useful. Ron.
With a rare smile he moved on to the next one. It was a big and quite heavy box. He opened it and found a large pile of weird stuff. He didn't understand what it was, at first, but then he saw, that there was something scribbled on the box: WwW. Suddenly he understood, the Weasley's wizarding Wheezies. He opened the next present and saw another book, this time from Hermione. Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes, it read. There was a birthday card under it:
Happy birthday Harry! I hope you like the book, I thought it was interesting, see you soon! NB!!! There is a dime attached to my letter, it's a portkey to my place, use it when you want to get here. Don't worry I sent it with McGonagal so it's safe to touch it.
Hermione.
He was very anxious to get away from Privet Drive, but he still had things to do. He hastily packed his trunk and tidied his room. He didn't like the Dursleys, but he still thought leaving his room in this condition would be extremely rude. He had forgotten about the other presents on his table. When he finished tidying it was 8:30 am. He went downstairs for breakfast. His aunt and uncle pretended he was invisible, and didn't say anything. He decided to get it over with and asked; 'Do you mind me going to stay with a friend for the rest of the holidays?' 'Who?' Harry's uncle asked curiously. 'Granger,' he paused and thought how they would annoy him if he said Hermione 'Herman Granger' he added with an emotionless look. 'I will let you go, only because I don't want those people anywhere near this house.' Vernon growled. 'You mean I can go?' Harry asked with a surprised look. He didn't think it would be that easy. 'I just said you can go, are you disabled or something?!' his uncle exclaimed. Harry didn't pay attention to the little insult and rushed to his room. He went to Hedwig, who was sleeping in her cage, and woke her up. 'You must deliver this letter to Hermione as quickly as you can, stay with her, I'll come soon.' He scribbled a note:
Herms, I am going to come at ten o'clock (am).
He tied the note to Hedwig's leg and she flew out of the window. He took a shower, tried to comb his hair and put on his best muggle clothes. He didn't want to look messy, especially when he was going to see Hermione's parents.
He sat on his chair and closed his eyes, it was 8:45am and he had to wait a hour before he could go. * He opened his eyes and looked at his watch, it showed that it was 9:58. He opened Hermione's letter again and saw a coin plastered to it. He grabbed the coin, and closed his eyes. He immediately felt like being pulled from his navel. He opened his eyes, he was on a graveyard.
There were many extraordinary things about him. His parents were dead, murdered by the darkest wizard of their time -Voldemort. A wizard so powerful most of the wizarding world was afraid to even say his name. The same wizard was trying to kill Harry every time he saw him, because of a prophecy.
Harry had learned about the prophecy only some weeks ago, the Dark Lord didn't know the whole prophecy yet. He didn't know that Harry Potter was the only one who could destroy him for good. But Harry Potter knew. That was the reason he almost didn't eat or sleep, he was sad, angry and confused. He was thinking of the prophecy, what he would have to do.
Harry Potter was destined to kill or be killed.
****************************************** Harry Potter woke up, after only a couple hours of sleep.
'Damn, I feel bad' he mumbled. But that was no news, was it. He got up, found some clothes, (Dudley's old ones ofcourse ) got dressed, and headed down for breakfast. His relatives were already eating, in Dudley's case, the fifth plate. He sat down, took a piece of toast, bit it and decided he didn't want to eat... again. He was about to go outside, when his uncle growled, 'You better write those freaks a letter, I don't want them knocking on my door.' 'Ok, uncle Vernon' Harry sighed, and went upstairs. There was a small owl on his bed, it jumped up and down. 'Calm down Pig!' Harry shouted, irritated. He sat down, grabbed the letter, and started reading.
Dear Harry,
Why haven't you written me a single letter, since June? I know you are upset, angry, and probably sad. I wanted to know how you are doing, and ask you about your O.W.L. s. I got four, mom is furious, he said I am going to fail in life or something, she calmed down when I said it was more than Fred and George. So how many did you get? Hermione said she got ten. I hope my mom doesn't find out... So anyway, what are u up to?
Your friend,
Ron P.S. I added Hermione's letter too.
Harry opened the second letter, it looked a bit tearstained. He began to read.
Dear Harry,
How are you? I've been very worried about you, I imagine what you must feel, I know it is awful. I wanted to ask you if u wanted to come to my place for the rest of the summer, Dumbledore thinks it's a good idea. I doubt that you would want to go back to Grimmauld Place, but if you do, you can go, I am not forcing you to come here. Ron is going to visit Charlie, he will come later. Have you got your O.W.L results yet? I got ten, but I think Ron told you that already, he didn't do very well. I hope you can come. If you can, just send me a letter with Hedwig, and I'll tell you how you can get here. I hope I'll see you soon.
Love,
Hermione.
Harry glared at the word love. 'I wonder what she meant with that?' he mumbled. He felt tears stinging in the corners of his eyes. 'NO! I'm not thinking about it.' He said to himself, trying to push away thoughts of Sirius. 'I am not going to cry, I haven't cried since I went to Hogwarts (not properly anyway). 'I didn't weep like a little baby when Cedric died, I didn't break down when Sirius died, and I am not doing it now!' 'I've got to be strong, how can I beat Voldemort, if I can't even beat myself. A nasty voice in his head began to speak: 'This was all your fault, you did it, you could have prevented it, but you didn't. You are a selfish brat.'
'No!' Harry yelled. 'I didn't do it, Voldemort did!' He tried to calm down and concentrate on responding to the letters.
Dear Ron,
I understand I didn't write you, I've just been a bit occupied that's all. I am fine, I haven't got my O.W.L. s yet. I hope your mom won't kill you. Four isn't bad at all, I don't think I did better, I slept through most of the exams, so I don't know what I'm going to get. I hope you are well.
Your friend
Harry.
He knew, that most of it was a lie, but he couldn't just say, 'Hey Ron, I am a complete emotional wreck. I think of suicide and I blame myself for all the people that have died near me in the past 16 years.' 'No, that would be he worst thing I could write to him.' 'What the heck am I going to write to Hermione?' he thought. 'Even if Ron won't see through my lies 'Hermione will. I want to get out of here, but I don't know how long I can stand their questions about my emotional state.' He tied his answer to Pig's leg and threw him out of the window. He took another piece of parchment, and began writing.
Dear Hermione,
I am quite well. I would be glad to come to your place, but I'm not sure the Dursleys are very happy about it. They can't do anything though, if they refuse I'll say I will write the Order about it. I haven't got my exam results yet, but I don't think I did any better than Ron. I was asleep during most of the exams. I'll tell you more when I see you.
Love,
Harry.
He thought long, before he wrote the word 'love'. He was very fond of Hermione, but not THAT way. He found himself thinking of Hermione, in the Department of Mysteries, how scared he was when she was hexed. The Department of Mysteries made him remember Sirius again. He knew he'd have to make his heart cold, he couldn't let the grief bury him alive. He wrote a short letter to the Order saying that he's ok. And went to Hedwig. 'The first letter is to Hermione, and the other is for the Order.' He stroked her feathers, and she flew away. He decided to take a walk outside, he looked at his watch, and saw it was noon. He changed his mind and wanted to take a nap. He knew he probably couldn't sleep because of all the horrible dreams that haunted him day and night. He had to watch the murders of everybody he cared about. He fell asleep, but woke up only after a few minutes of sleep, because of the nightmares. Finally he managed to get a few hours of restless sleep. * He woke up, when he heard his aunt push a plate through the cat door to his room. He didn't want to eat, he took a few bites, and left the rest to Hedwig. He just lied on his bed and thought about everything. When he finally fell asleep it was far over midnight. He woke up in the early morning, and found five packages on his desk. Then he remembered, it was the 31 of July, his birthday. With minimal excitement he went to the desk and started opening the presents. He took the first present. I was quite soft, so it had to be from the Weasleys. He opened it, and saw a Weasley sweater, some home made sweats, and a book. He looked at the cover: Curses and Counter-curses (Bewitch your friends and befuddle your enemies with the latest revenges.). There was a small note on top of it,
Happy birthday Harry! I know it's not like me to give you a book, but I thought it would be useful. Ron.
With a rare smile he moved on to the next one. It was a big and quite heavy box. He opened it and found a large pile of weird stuff. He didn't understand what it was, at first, but then he saw, that there was something scribbled on the box: WwW. Suddenly he understood, the Weasley's wizarding Wheezies. He opened the next present and saw another book, this time from Hermione. Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes, it read. There was a birthday card under it:
Happy birthday Harry! I hope you like the book, I thought it was interesting, see you soon! NB!!! There is a dime attached to my letter, it's a portkey to my place, use it when you want to get here. Don't worry I sent it with McGonagal so it's safe to touch it.
Hermione.
He was very anxious to get away from Privet Drive, but he still had things to do. He hastily packed his trunk and tidied his room. He didn't like the Dursleys, but he still thought leaving his room in this condition would be extremely rude. He had forgotten about the other presents on his table. When he finished tidying it was 8:30 am. He went downstairs for breakfast. His aunt and uncle pretended he was invisible, and didn't say anything. He decided to get it over with and asked; 'Do you mind me going to stay with a friend for the rest of the holidays?' 'Who?' Harry's uncle asked curiously. 'Granger,' he paused and thought how they would annoy him if he said Hermione 'Herman Granger' he added with an emotionless look. 'I will let you go, only because I don't want those people anywhere near this house.' Vernon growled. 'You mean I can go?' Harry asked with a surprised look. He didn't think it would be that easy. 'I just said you can go, are you disabled or something?!' his uncle exclaimed. Harry didn't pay attention to the little insult and rushed to his room. He went to Hedwig, who was sleeping in her cage, and woke her up. 'You must deliver this letter to Hermione as quickly as you can, stay with her, I'll come soon.' He scribbled a note:
Herms, I am going to come at ten o'clock (am).
He tied the note to Hedwig's leg and she flew out of the window. He took a shower, tried to comb his hair and put on his best muggle clothes. He didn't want to look messy, especially when he was going to see Hermione's parents.
He sat on his chair and closed his eyes, it was 8:45am and he had to wait a hour before he could go. * He opened his eyes and looked at his watch, it showed that it was 9:58. He opened Hermione's letter again and saw a coin plastered to it. He grabbed the coin, and closed his eyes. He immediately felt like being pulled from his navel. He opened his eyes, he was on a graveyard.