Midnight Torture
Chapter 1
The Letter
Summary for series: Would Harry ever join Lord Voldemort? What if his best friend's lives were on the line?
Summary: Harry happily writes back, telling Ron he can spend the rest of the summer at his house. Harry hasn't got a care in the world.
Disclaimer: HP = J. K. R.'s
Summer Number Four Privet Drive Little Winging
"What's this?" Uncle Vernon asked rudely, eyeing the small pile of grapes on the plate Aunt Petunia just passed him.
"Breakfast," Aunt Petunia answered shrewdly, staring at Uncle Vernon reproachfully. He grunted, picked a grape of the stem, and stuck it in his mouth.
"It's...er...wonderful," he said, his moustache twitching. Ever since Harry's cousin Dudley had come home with a report from the school nurse, stating that Dudley had now grown to roughly the size and shape of a young killer whale, things had begun to change around Number Four. For example, a list had been pinned up on the fridge, Dudley's new diet. It had emptied out all of Dudley's favorites: cake, donuts, soda, chocolate; and Aunt Petunia had decided that the whole family would take part in the diet, for 'moral support.'
Harry looked down at his own pile of grapes; this wasn't his breakfast, this was just an appetizer. He would have his real breakfast when he went up to his room. The Dursleys had no knowledge of all the cake and sweets Harry had hidden under the very handy floorboard under his bed. All of it tokens from his friends, left over birthday cake and sweets; that's what kept him alive all summer.
Harry wolfed down his breakfast, cleared his plate, and headed upstairs. When he got to his room the first thing he saw was his snowy owl Hedwig, she was perched atop her cage and had a rather reproachful look on her face. Harry soon found out why.
What seemed like a small feather duster collided with the side of his head, twittering like mad.
"Pig!" Harry exclaimed as he reached up to grab his best friend Ron's owl out of the air. It was barely as big as his fist. Harry reached under the floorboard under his bed and grabbed a piece of Hagrid's rock cake and gave it to Pig; his beak was now stuck together.
Harry untied the letter from Pig's leg and put Pig on his bookcase. Harry unfolded the letter and was delighted to see Ron's handwriting.
Harry, Hey! Guess what?! Dad said you and Hermione could come over for the rest of the summer! Isn't that great? Hermione's already here and dad could borrow a company car to come and pick you up. He doesn't want a repeat of that whole floo powder thing.
Harry thought back to last summer when the Weasleys were coming to pick Harry up to go to the Quidditch World Cup. Fred and George 'accidentally on purpose' fed Dudley a Ton-Tongue Toffee (a/n please correct me if that's the wrong name). Dudley's tongue was six feet long before the Dursleys would let Mr. Weasley shrink it.
So ask the muggles if you can come and send Pig back pronto with your answer. Hope the muggles are treating you well. Ron
Harry laid the letter aside and hurried downstairs. He was worried. The last time the Dursleys had had a run in with the Weasleys, things didn't go so well.
Harry bumped into Uncle Vernon in the hall while he was getting back from checking the mail.
"Could I go over Ron's house for the rest of the summer?" Harry blurted. Uncle Vernon was taken a back; his surprise was soon replaced by anger.
"What, and have them blast my house apart again?" He said angrily, his face turning red.
"They won't be picking me up that way!" Harry said, "They'll pick me up in a car!"
"And why in bloody hell would I let you go?" Uncle Vernon shouted.
"Alright then," Harry said resignedly. "I'll go tell Ron and I might as well add that in my letter to...
Did he dare use it? He knew his god father was...was..., but they didn't know that...and wouldn't Sirius want him to have fun at Ron's house?
"My letter to Sirus," Harry finished. Uncle Vernon looked scared now. Harry had forgotten to tell them that Sirius was falsely accused of murder, so they were in constant fear that if he got wind of Harry being mistreated, he would swoop in there and turn them all into bats.
"Well tell...tell this Sirius...that you'll be going," Uncle Vernon finally decided. Harry skipped every other step up the stairs to his room. When he got their he pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and scribbled a short note to Ron.
Ron, It's all good, the muggles have said yes. So send me back a letter telling me the time and date when you can pick me up and I'll be ready. Hope to see you soon. Harry
Harry rolled up his note; unstuck Pig's beak; tied the letter to his leg; and sent him out of the window. Harry sat back in his chair. Now all he needed to do was wait.
Author's End Note: I hope you liked the first chapter of this action/adventure series. This chapter wasn't exactly action, but next chapter definitely will be. I will only continue this story, though, if I get three reviews. If I do get three reviews, then I think the next chapter will be called The Lost Letter (much action, I promise). Thanx
Courtney Please review!!
Chapter 1
The Letter
Summary for series: Would Harry ever join Lord Voldemort? What if his best friend's lives were on the line?
Summary: Harry happily writes back, telling Ron he can spend the rest of the summer at his house. Harry hasn't got a care in the world.
Disclaimer: HP = J. K. R.'s
Summer Number Four Privet Drive Little Winging
"What's this?" Uncle Vernon asked rudely, eyeing the small pile of grapes on the plate Aunt Petunia just passed him.
"Breakfast," Aunt Petunia answered shrewdly, staring at Uncle Vernon reproachfully. He grunted, picked a grape of the stem, and stuck it in his mouth.
"It's...er...wonderful," he said, his moustache twitching. Ever since Harry's cousin Dudley had come home with a report from the school nurse, stating that Dudley had now grown to roughly the size and shape of a young killer whale, things had begun to change around Number Four. For example, a list had been pinned up on the fridge, Dudley's new diet. It had emptied out all of Dudley's favorites: cake, donuts, soda, chocolate; and Aunt Petunia had decided that the whole family would take part in the diet, for 'moral support.'
Harry looked down at his own pile of grapes; this wasn't his breakfast, this was just an appetizer. He would have his real breakfast when he went up to his room. The Dursleys had no knowledge of all the cake and sweets Harry had hidden under the very handy floorboard under his bed. All of it tokens from his friends, left over birthday cake and sweets; that's what kept him alive all summer.
Harry wolfed down his breakfast, cleared his plate, and headed upstairs. When he got to his room the first thing he saw was his snowy owl Hedwig, she was perched atop her cage and had a rather reproachful look on her face. Harry soon found out why.
What seemed like a small feather duster collided with the side of his head, twittering like mad.
"Pig!" Harry exclaimed as he reached up to grab his best friend Ron's owl out of the air. It was barely as big as his fist. Harry reached under the floorboard under his bed and grabbed a piece of Hagrid's rock cake and gave it to Pig; his beak was now stuck together.
Harry untied the letter from Pig's leg and put Pig on his bookcase. Harry unfolded the letter and was delighted to see Ron's handwriting.
Harry, Hey! Guess what?! Dad said you and Hermione could come over for the rest of the summer! Isn't that great? Hermione's already here and dad could borrow a company car to come and pick you up. He doesn't want a repeat of that whole floo powder thing.
Harry thought back to last summer when the Weasleys were coming to pick Harry up to go to the Quidditch World Cup. Fred and George 'accidentally on purpose' fed Dudley a Ton-Tongue Toffee (a/n please correct me if that's the wrong name). Dudley's tongue was six feet long before the Dursleys would let Mr. Weasley shrink it.
So ask the muggles if you can come and send Pig back pronto with your answer. Hope the muggles are treating you well. Ron
Harry laid the letter aside and hurried downstairs. He was worried. The last time the Dursleys had had a run in with the Weasleys, things didn't go so well.
Harry bumped into Uncle Vernon in the hall while he was getting back from checking the mail.
"Could I go over Ron's house for the rest of the summer?" Harry blurted. Uncle Vernon was taken a back; his surprise was soon replaced by anger.
"What, and have them blast my house apart again?" He said angrily, his face turning red.
"They won't be picking me up that way!" Harry said, "They'll pick me up in a car!"
"And why in bloody hell would I let you go?" Uncle Vernon shouted.
"Alright then," Harry said resignedly. "I'll go tell Ron and I might as well add that in my letter to...
Did he dare use it? He knew his god father was...was..., but they didn't know that...and wouldn't Sirius want him to have fun at Ron's house?
"My letter to Sirus," Harry finished. Uncle Vernon looked scared now. Harry had forgotten to tell them that Sirius was falsely accused of murder, so they were in constant fear that if he got wind of Harry being mistreated, he would swoop in there and turn them all into bats.
"Well tell...tell this Sirius...that you'll be going," Uncle Vernon finally decided. Harry skipped every other step up the stairs to his room. When he got their he pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and scribbled a short note to Ron.
Ron, It's all good, the muggles have said yes. So send me back a letter telling me the time and date when you can pick me up and I'll be ready. Hope to see you soon. Harry
Harry rolled up his note; unstuck Pig's beak; tied the letter to his leg; and sent him out of the window. Harry sat back in his chair. Now all he needed to do was wait.
Author's End Note: I hope you liked the first chapter of this action/adventure series. This chapter wasn't exactly action, but next chapter definitely will be. I will only continue this story, though, if I get three reviews. If I do get three reviews, then I think the next chapter will be called The Lost Letter (much action, I promise). Thanx
Courtney Please review!!