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Potter. Thank you, now on to the story.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ (That was fun!!) Smiles (A few weeks later.)
Harry sat on his bed in his pajamas; he was staring at the dark street outside his window. He had discovered that if he stayed awake as long as he possibly could, he would be too tired to have nightmares. At the beginning this was okay. He had to do his homework, so he was basically hitting two birds with one stone. He would stay up and do his homework until he was utterly exhausted, and then he would have no nightmares. This process worked very well until now, he had run out of homework to do. This left only one thing to do. Stare into space. Which was what he was doing on July 30th at 11:59 p.m.
A chime from downstairs snapped Harry out of his trance. Aunt Petunia's new grandfather clock was the source of the noise. After the twelfth chime, Harry realized he was now fifteen years old. Harry couldn't help but smile. It was his birthday after all.
Just then the silhouettes of four owls caught his eye. The smallest one was coming towards his window at a rapid speed forcing Harry to hurry to the window to open it so the little creature didn't kill itself by banging into the glass. Pig fluttered in through the window, and hit Harry right in the head causing him to wince. Pig however didn't seem to even have noticed he had hit Harry. He was hopping about on Harry's bed hooting happily obviously pleased with himself. The other three owls swept into the room silently, one was his own Hedwig, the next a large Screech owl from school, and the last was Hermes, Percy's owl. The larger owls looked at Ron's minute pet with disgust; Hedwig even clicked her beak in an agitated manner. Harry went to relieve Pig of his parcels first which was quiet a task. Pig did not quite understand that after the letter was to the receiver you had to let them have it. Finally, after much hassle, Harry was able to read his letter. Ron Wrote.
Dear Harry,
Hey mate, hope the muggles aren't getting you down. Dad is still trying to convince Dumbledore to let you stay with us. Mum is about to go crazy with worry about you; she had to use Hermes so she could send all the food she made to you. (Errol couldn't take all the weight.) Fred and George are still at the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. They have been making new products and testing them out on Percy. It's hilarious to watch; just hope they don't try anything out on me. I still don't know where they could have gotten the money though. I thought they lost it all to Bagman. Oh well, anyway I hope you enjoy your present! Don't give up hope! We'll keep on trying to have you over to stay.
Ron
P.S. We are going to Diagon Alley on the 20th of August. Dad is trying to get Dumbledore to at least let you come with us. Hope to see you there!
Harry smiled; he really missed the Weasley's. What he wouldn't do to be at the Burrow now amidst all the chaos that made up the Weasley family. The constant fussing from Mrs. Weasley, the explosions from the twin's room, silent Ginny blushing every time he smiled at her, Ron's fiery orange room, Mr. Weasley's questions about anything to do with muggles, even Percy's boring speeches about cauldron thickness would be welcome. He seriously hoped Mr. Weasley could convince Dumbledore to let him stay with them at least part of the summer. Sighing Harry looked down at the tiny box he had taken from Pigwidgeon. He gently tipped the contents into his hand. A note and a small mirror fell into his palm. The note read.
Harry this is a mini foe glass. Charlie got it in Romania. Hope you like it!
Ron
'This will definitely be useful,' Harry thought. He looked deep into the hand- sized mirror. Shadows of people passed by, one looked distinctly like Dudley, another looked like Draco Malfoy, but one figure seemed a little bit clearer than the others even though it seemed to be the farthest from Harry. It was the darkest figure in the mirror by far and even though it seemed very far away, Harry knew who it was. Voldemort, the darkest wizard of all time, the one person who wanted Harry dead more than anything else in this world. Harry quickly turned the small mirror like object over and set it down on his bed. The last thing he needed right now was to worry about Voldemort. He unloaded Hermes of his packages next; each box was filled with some type of food, mince pies, cookies, and little cakes. Harry smiled. Mrs. Weasley was always trying to get him to eat more. If he were at the Burrow, she would have him eating at least four helpings of every meal.
Trying to turn his thoughts away from how much he wanted to be at the Burrow, Harry went to Hedwig to take her packages. She was carrying a lot more than usual. Harry examined the two letters and boxes that were now on his bed. The first letter was in Hermione's neat writing and the second was definitely from Sirius. Hedwig knew that Harry would want to hear from Hermione and Sirius, and had taken it upon herself to make sure he did. Hedwig looked rather pleased with herself as Harry stroked her in gratitude. Harry opened Hermione's letter, which read.
Dear Harry,
I hope you are having a good summer. Ron's told me you haven't gotten to go to the Burrow yet. Don't worry though I'm sure Professor Dumbledore has a reason for not letting you go. I'm on holiday right now in Bulgaria with Viktor. The weather is a little chilly but other than that I'm having a good time. Ron said they are planning on going to Diagon alley on the 20th of August I hope you can come. If not I will see you on September 1st.
Love Hermione
Harry wondered how Ron had taken Hermione going to Bulgaria. Then again, he wondered if Ron even knew where Hermione had went on holiday. He was rather jealous when Krum had taken Hermione to the ball. Harry opened his present from Hermione and low and behold it was a book. The Top 100 Seekers of This Century and all Their Moves. Harry gaped at the splendid book and began to thumb through a little. After looking at it for a few minutes he closed the book slowly, promising himself that he would go through it thoroughly later, and put it next to his flipped over foe glass.
Harry opened the letter from Sirius eagerly. He had been wondering what his godfather had been up to, he hadn't heard from him at all so far this summer, and hopefully he could get some answers with this letter. It read.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I'm sorry I haven't been in touch with you much lately. Remus and I are stirring up the old crowd, and don't worry, I'm safely hidden from the ministry. Try and keep both eyes open for strange activities, and if your scar hurts, you owl either Dumbledore or me. Voldemort has been unusually quiet. Have a good summer Harry and if those lousy muggles do anything to you, owl me and I'll come and hex them. Enjoy your present. Moony helped me find one seeing as I'm not exactly able to go out and get you a present alone. Moony says hello and stay out of trouble.
Sirius
Harry reached for the box that came with Sirius' letter and opened it. Inside was a small walnut- sized golden ball. A practice snitch. Harry could hardly contain his excitement. He wished he had a pitch so he could set the little ball loose and try it out, but that would have to wait. He shut the box and set it with his other two presents gently.
Lastly he unloaded the school owl, which was carrying three letters and a parcel. The first letter was his customary supply list, the second letter had Hagrid's untidy scrawl on the front, and the third had a large loopy writing Harry didn't quite recognize. He opened the letter from Hagrid first and read.
Dear Harry,
Hope your birthday is going well. I'm on a mission for Dumbledore right now with Olympe. I'm may miss the first part of term. It all depends how things go. Well, take care of yourself Harry. Hope you enjoy your present.
Hagrid
Harry opened the parcel that came with the letter. There were a few of Hagrid's infamous rock cakes along with a small silvery stone. He grasped the small rock and looked at it curiously. What in the world was this for? He tilted it around in his hand trying to find what the object was useful for. He was about to put it down, deciding it must be a pretty paper- weight, when the little rock began to glow slightly. Harry brought the object closer to his face to see what it was doing and realized that images of magical creatures were appearing within the stone. A dragon, a unicorn, and a phoenix and many more creatures all appeared briefly within the depths of the stone. It was almost like a child's picture toy except, like all magical pictures, they moved. Harry watched the creatures move through the stone for about five minutes before he reluctantly set down the stone. As soon as he set it down the pictures immediately stopped appearing. 'Where did Hagrid get that?' Harry wondered. He would definitely have to ask Hagrid what the stone was when he returned from his trip.
He then opened the letter from school. He quickly scanned the book list before he set it off to the side as well. Finally Harry opened his last letter. It read.
In the age of darkness four great champions shall rise to meet the dark lord. The scholar of water shall heal with the rivers song, The guardian of earth will shield all with the robustness of a great mountain, The knight of fire will combat the evil with flames fury, Lastly the seer of lighting will lead them all, He shall be as unstoppable as the wind With the strength of a great storm to aid him. The last defense against the great darkness, These four shall be the hope of the light.
Nothing else came with the letter leaving Harry very puzzled. Who had sent this, and more importantly why? He dwelled on the mysterious note a while longer until he decided he should send some "thank you" letters to his friends. He wrote some brief messages, and then sent all the owls on their way. After completing this task he was too exhausted to try and figure out the confusing note any longer. He moved all his presents of his bed, took off his glasses, and fell into bed with a smile on his already sleeping face. No dreams would bother him tonight.
Yeah! This is even longer than my last chapter! I find it easy to write long chapters for Harry Potter. Please tell me what you think in a review. I love you guys!! Neo- Kitty ^ ^ =(~ _ ~)= (Aw cute kitty face!) (( ) _( ))
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ (That was fun!!) Smiles (A few weeks later.)
Harry sat on his bed in his pajamas; he was staring at the dark street outside his window. He had discovered that if he stayed awake as long as he possibly could, he would be too tired to have nightmares. At the beginning this was okay. He had to do his homework, so he was basically hitting two birds with one stone. He would stay up and do his homework until he was utterly exhausted, and then he would have no nightmares. This process worked very well until now, he had run out of homework to do. This left only one thing to do. Stare into space. Which was what he was doing on July 30th at 11:59 p.m.
A chime from downstairs snapped Harry out of his trance. Aunt Petunia's new grandfather clock was the source of the noise. After the twelfth chime, Harry realized he was now fifteen years old. Harry couldn't help but smile. It was his birthday after all.
Just then the silhouettes of four owls caught his eye. The smallest one was coming towards his window at a rapid speed forcing Harry to hurry to the window to open it so the little creature didn't kill itself by banging into the glass. Pig fluttered in through the window, and hit Harry right in the head causing him to wince. Pig however didn't seem to even have noticed he had hit Harry. He was hopping about on Harry's bed hooting happily obviously pleased with himself. The other three owls swept into the room silently, one was his own Hedwig, the next a large Screech owl from school, and the last was Hermes, Percy's owl. The larger owls looked at Ron's minute pet with disgust; Hedwig even clicked her beak in an agitated manner. Harry went to relieve Pig of his parcels first which was quiet a task. Pig did not quite understand that after the letter was to the receiver you had to let them have it. Finally, after much hassle, Harry was able to read his letter. Ron Wrote.
Dear Harry,
Hey mate, hope the muggles aren't getting you down. Dad is still trying to convince Dumbledore to let you stay with us. Mum is about to go crazy with worry about you; she had to use Hermes so she could send all the food she made to you. (Errol couldn't take all the weight.) Fred and George are still at the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. They have been making new products and testing them out on Percy. It's hilarious to watch; just hope they don't try anything out on me. I still don't know where they could have gotten the money though. I thought they lost it all to Bagman. Oh well, anyway I hope you enjoy your present! Don't give up hope! We'll keep on trying to have you over to stay.
Ron
P.S. We are going to Diagon Alley on the 20th of August. Dad is trying to get Dumbledore to at least let you come with us. Hope to see you there!
Harry smiled; he really missed the Weasley's. What he wouldn't do to be at the Burrow now amidst all the chaos that made up the Weasley family. The constant fussing from Mrs. Weasley, the explosions from the twin's room, silent Ginny blushing every time he smiled at her, Ron's fiery orange room, Mr. Weasley's questions about anything to do with muggles, even Percy's boring speeches about cauldron thickness would be welcome. He seriously hoped Mr. Weasley could convince Dumbledore to let him stay with them at least part of the summer. Sighing Harry looked down at the tiny box he had taken from Pigwidgeon. He gently tipped the contents into his hand. A note and a small mirror fell into his palm. The note read.
Harry this is a mini foe glass. Charlie got it in Romania. Hope you like it!
Ron
'This will definitely be useful,' Harry thought. He looked deep into the hand- sized mirror. Shadows of people passed by, one looked distinctly like Dudley, another looked like Draco Malfoy, but one figure seemed a little bit clearer than the others even though it seemed to be the farthest from Harry. It was the darkest figure in the mirror by far and even though it seemed very far away, Harry knew who it was. Voldemort, the darkest wizard of all time, the one person who wanted Harry dead more than anything else in this world. Harry quickly turned the small mirror like object over and set it down on his bed. The last thing he needed right now was to worry about Voldemort. He unloaded Hermes of his packages next; each box was filled with some type of food, mince pies, cookies, and little cakes. Harry smiled. Mrs. Weasley was always trying to get him to eat more. If he were at the Burrow, she would have him eating at least four helpings of every meal.
Trying to turn his thoughts away from how much he wanted to be at the Burrow, Harry went to Hedwig to take her packages. She was carrying a lot more than usual. Harry examined the two letters and boxes that were now on his bed. The first letter was in Hermione's neat writing and the second was definitely from Sirius. Hedwig knew that Harry would want to hear from Hermione and Sirius, and had taken it upon herself to make sure he did. Hedwig looked rather pleased with herself as Harry stroked her in gratitude. Harry opened Hermione's letter, which read.
Dear Harry,
I hope you are having a good summer. Ron's told me you haven't gotten to go to the Burrow yet. Don't worry though I'm sure Professor Dumbledore has a reason for not letting you go. I'm on holiday right now in Bulgaria with Viktor. The weather is a little chilly but other than that I'm having a good time. Ron said they are planning on going to Diagon alley on the 20th of August I hope you can come. If not I will see you on September 1st.
Love Hermione
Harry wondered how Ron had taken Hermione going to Bulgaria. Then again, he wondered if Ron even knew where Hermione had went on holiday. He was rather jealous when Krum had taken Hermione to the ball. Harry opened his present from Hermione and low and behold it was a book. The Top 100 Seekers of This Century and all Their Moves. Harry gaped at the splendid book and began to thumb through a little. After looking at it for a few minutes he closed the book slowly, promising himself that he would go through it thoroughly later, and put it next to his flipped over foe glass.
Harry opened the letter from Sirius eagerly. He had been wondering what his godfather had been up to, he hadn't heard from him at all so far this summer, and hopefully he could get some answers with this letter. It read.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I'm sorry I haven't been in touch with you much lately. Remus and I are stirring up the old crowd, and don't worry, I'm safely hidden from the ministry. Try and keep both eyes open for strange activities, and if your scar hurts, you owl either Dumbledore or me. Voldemort has been unusually quiet. Have a good summer Harry and if those lousy muggles do anything to you, owl me and I'll come and hex them. Enjoy your present. Moony helped me find one seeing as I'm not exactly able to go out and get you a present alone. Moony says hello and stay out of trouble.
Sirius
Harry reached for the box that came with Sirius' letter and opened it. Inside was a small walnut- sized golden ball. A practice snitch. Harry could hardly contain his excitement. He wished he had a pitch so he could set the little ball loose and try it out, but that would have to wait. He shut the box and set it with his other two presents gently.
Lastly he unloaded the school owl, which was carrying three letters and a parcel. The first letter was his customary supply list, the second letter had Hagrid's untidy scrawl on the front, and the third had a large loopy writing Harry didn't quite recognize. He opened the letter from Hagrid first and read.
Dear Harry,
Hope your birthday is going well. I'm on a mission for Dumbledore right now with Olympe. I'm may miss the first part of term. It all depends how things go. Well, take care of yourself Harry. Hope you enjoy your present.
Hagrid
Harry opened the parcel that came with the letter. There were a few of Hagrid's infamous rock cakes along with a small silvery stone. He grasped the small rock and looked at it curiously. What in the world was this for? He tilted it around in his hand trying to find what the object was useful for. He was about to put it down, deciding it must be a pretty paper- weight, when the little rock began to glow slightly. Harry brought the object closer to his face to see what it was doing and realized that images of magical creatures were appearing within the stone. A dragon, a unicorn, and a phoenix and many more creatures all appeared briefly within the depths of the stone. It was almost like a child's picture toy except, like all magical pictures, they moved. Harry watched the creatures move through the stone for about five minutes before he reluctantly set down the stone. As soon as he set it down the pictures immediately stopped appearing. 'Where did Hagrid get that?' Harry wondered. He would definitely have to ask Hagrid what the stone was when he returned from his trip.
He then opened the letter from school. He quickly scanned the book list before he set it off to the side as well. Finally Harry opened his last letter. It read.
In the age of darkness four great champions shall rise to meet the dark lord. The scholar of water shall heal with the rivers song, The guardian of earth will shield all with the robustness of a great mountain, The knight of fire will combat the evil with flames fury, Lastly the seer of lighting will lead them all, He shall be as unstoppable as the wind With the strength of a great storm to aid him. The last defense against the great darkness, These four shall be the hope of the light.
Nothing else came with the letter leaving Harry very puzzled. Who had sent this, and more importantly why? He dwelled on the mysterious note a while longer until he decided he should send some "thank you" letters to his friends. He wrote some brief messages, and then sent all the owls on their way. After completing this task he was too exhausted to try and figure out the confusing note any longer. He moved all his presents of his bed, took off his glasses, and fell into bed with a smile on his already sleeping face. No dreams would bother him tonight.
Yeah! This is even longer than my last chapter! I find it easy to write long chapters for Harry Potter. Please tell me what you think in a review. I love you guys!! Neo- Kitty ^ ^ =(~ _ ~)= (Aw cute kitty face!) (( ) _( ))