A/N : : : : I know this chapter is short, and that I wasn't going to post
until a month after I posted the last chapter, but I have a good excuse. I
didn't realize it before, but this is supposed to be part of chapter one!
So instead of redoing the whole chapter and getting everyone confused, I
figured that I could just make a new chapter. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer : I know that I totally forgot in the last chapter, but lets just get this clear, because I refuse to try and remember to do this at every chapter. I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!!! Okay, now continue. . . .
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Chapter 2: Happy Birthday Harry
Harry was mowing the back yard lawn (he wasn't allowed to go in the front yard because his uncle didn't want him to be seen, in case someone actually noticed him), contemplating his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been horrible. He had been moody the whole time, he found out that he was a pawn in a game of war because of some stupid prophecy, his friends were always either scared of him or pitied him, and he had killed the only person who could give him the happiness and love that he had always hoped for. With these things in looming over him, he was less than enthusiastic about going back for his sixth year.
Harry finished mowing and put the lawn mower inside the outdoor shed, just as it started to rain. He ran inside as fast as he could, arms over his head to avoid getting too wet. He went inside and closed the door behind him, maybe making a little too much noise.
"Boy, what are you – eeeeeeeeekkkkk!" shrieked Harry's aunt Petunia. "Vernon, come quick! The potter boy is tracking mud all over the carpet."
Vernon came bustling in, followed by a smirking Dudley. Vernon was turning red with a fury. "What did you think you were doing? Don't you have half a brain?" Vernon asked, kicking Harry in the gut.
Harry doubled over in pain. A couple of seconds later, when he caught his breath, he said, "but it was raining outside, so I – "
"Shut up boy, I've heard enough of your excuses . . . . "
Harry's heart skipped a beat as Sirius's voice echoed in his mind. "Shut up potter, I'm sick of your excuses!"
"Boy," shouted Vernon, "have you been listening to me?" he hadn't. "What's wrong with you? Get that stupid expression off your face! Now, go back outside and finish your chores."
"He can't get that stupid expression off of his face father," piped in Dudley, "he can't help it. He's just plain stupid."
Vernon and Petunia beamed at there so. "Would you listen to him Vernon? He's so intelligent. Not like this piece of scum. "Said petunia, pointing to Harry.
Vernon turned back to Harry and said in a dangerously low voice (as petunia continued to compliment Dudley) "now listen here boy, first off, you will go back outside and stay out until you're dry."
"But uncle Vernon, it's still raining."
"Well then your going to be out there for a while, ay potter," said his uncle. "After you're dry, you'll come in and clean the mud off the carpet."
"But it's going to rain all night, and the mud will have dried by- "
"Just do it boy," Vernon said as he pushed Harry through the back door.
Harry just stood where Vernon pushed him. There was nowhere to go that would shield him from the rain, as the Dursley's never went to their backyard. So Harry just stood, determined not to get his clothes full of mud. The clothes he was wearing were the only clothes he had besides his robes for school. Either way his clothes would be wet, but at least they wouldn't be dirty. The Dursley's didn't let him wash his clothes, so if they were wet then they would dry, but if they were dirty . . . .
Harry was a grim sight indeed. His messy black hair was sticking to his face, but even the rain couldn't make it stay down. The wind was blowing his hair and showing his once bright emerald green eyes. His eyes were sparkling, though not with hope and not because of the rain. Harry was crying. He was thinking of his life before the third task, before Sirius's death. He thought of what his life could have been, and of what his life was like now, and he cried. If someone had looked into his eyes, they would have seen the last bit of hope disappear in them as Harry finally gave up trying. They would have seen him die inside as he fell to the ground in exhaustion . . . . They would have heard him say "happy birthday Harry" to himself as Harry James Potter, the physical proof that there was good in the wizarding world, die inside.
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A/N : : : : okay, that's it until the 20th. I hope that it was okay. Here are my replies for the reviews:
ferokeroberos - yeah, that's how I always saw the Dursley's too. I can tell you, though, that it might be a while before he goes back in time, I'm on the sixth chapter, and he still hasn't gone back in time (although he's about to). But I'm going to try to put more than one chapter into a chapter, that way things will move faster. I just want everyone to see how much Harry has changed before I move on. Well, I read and reviewed your story, so I hope you do what I said and update soon.
Erdeniorn - thanks for the support. I'm glad that you told me about the mistakes. I'll go back and try to spot them, but if you could point some out that would be helpful. I don't know. I probably won't fix it unless there are quite a few mistakes, but the mistakes I find will definitely help for future chapters.
Bianca Ocean - thanks. I'm glad that you liked my story. I hope you continue to R&R.
Okay, the next chapter is when Harry goes on the Hogwarts express. Don't worry, I'll do my best to update on schedule. But can somebody tell me what month Harry goes to Hogwarts? That would be a lot of help. And also, if your really bored and like reading story's about Harry getting abused and then saved by people from the Hogwarts staff, then this story is for you.
With Time Comes Trust - Sirius Black comes to get his 10-year-old
Godson from the Dursleys and uncovers what Harry was really dealing with
throughout his ten years.
And then the sequel, which I think I like just as much, if not more.
Fever - [Year 1] A contagious flu-like virus hits Hogwarts, and its
victims aren't getting better. Can the professors find the root of this
problem and a cure or does Harry manage to stop it and risk his life,
definitely without any approval from his guardians ?
All right, I'll update as soon as possible. Sami
word count : 1,214
Disclaimer : I know that I totally forgot in the last chapter, but lets just get this clear, because I refuse to try and remember to do this at every chapter. I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!!! Okay, now continue. . . .
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Chapter 2: Happy Birthday Harry
Harry was mowing the back yard lawn (he wasn't allowed to go in the front yard because his uncle didn't want him to be seen, in case someone actually noticed him), contemplating his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been horrible. He had been moody the whole time, he found out that he was a pawn in a game of war because of some stupid prophecy, his friends were always either scared of him or pitied him, and he had killed the only person who could give him the happiness and love that he had always hoped for. With these things in looming over him, he was less than enthusiastic about going back for his sixth year.
Harry finished mowing and put the lawn mower inside the outdoor shed, just as it started to rain. He ran inside as fast as he could, arms over his head to avoid getting too wet. He went inside and closed the door behind him, maybe making a little too much noise.
"Boy, what are you – eeeeeeeeekkkkk!" shrieked Harry's aunt Petunia. "Vernon, come quick! The potter boy is tracking mud all over the carpet."
Vernon came bustling in, followed by a smirking Dudley. Vernon was turning red with a fury. "What did you think you were doing? Don't you have half a brain?" Vernon asked, kicking Harry in the gut.
Harry doubled over in pain. A couple of seconds later, when he caught his breath, he said, "but it was raining outside, so I – "
"Shut up boy, I've heard enough of your excuses . . . . "
Harry's heart skipped a beat as Sirius's voice echoed in his mind. "Shut up potter, I'm sick of your excuses!"
"Boy," shouted Vernon, "have you been listening to me?" he hadn't. "What's wrong with you? Get that stupid expression off your face! Now, go back outside and finish your chores."
"He can't get that stupid expression off of his face father," piped in Dudley, "he can't help it. He's just plain stupid."
Vernon and Petunia beamed at there so. "Would you listen to him Vernon? He's so intelligent. Not like this piece of scum. "Said petunia, pointing to Harry.
Vernon turned back to Harry and said in a dangerously low voice (as petunia continued to compliment Dudley) "now listen here boy, first off, you will go back outside and stay out until you're dry."
"But uncle Vernon, it's still raining."
"Well then your going to be out there for a while, ay potter," said his uncle. "After you're dry, you'll come in and clean the mud off the carpet."
"But it's going to rain all night, and the mud will have dried by- "
"Just do it boy," Vernon said as he pushed Harry through the back door.
Harry just stood where Vernon pushed him. There was nowhere to go that would shield him from the rain, as the Dursley's never went to their backyard. So Harry just stood, determined not to get his clothes full of mud. The clothes he was wearing were the only clothes he had besides his robes for school. Either way his clothes would be wet, but at least they wouldn't be dirty. The Dursley's didn't let him wash his clothes, so if they were wet then they would dry, but if they were dirty . . . .
Harry was a grim sight indeed. His messy black hair was sticking to his face, but even the rain couldn't make it stay down. The wind was blowing his hair and showing his once bright emerald green eyes. His eyes were sparkling, though not with hope and not because of the rain. Harry was crying. He was thinking of his life before the third task, before Sirius's death. He thought of what his life could have been, and of what his life was like now, and he cried. If someone had looked into his eyes, they would have seen the last bit of hope disappear in them as Harry finally gave up trying. They would have seen him die inside as he fell to the ground in exhaustion . . . . They would have heard him say "happy birthday Harry" to himself as Harry James Potter, the physical proof that there was good in the wizarding world, die inside.
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A/N : : : : okay, that's it until the 20th. I hope that it was okay. Here are my replies for the reviews:
ferokeroberos - yeah, that's how I always saw the Dursley's too. I can tell you, though, that it might be a while before he goes back in time, I'm on the sixth chapter, and he still hasn't gone back in time (although he's about to). But I'm going to try to put more than one chapter into a chapter, that way things will move faster. I just want everyone to see how much Harry has changed before I move on. Well, I read and reviewed your story, so I hope you do what I said and update soon.
Erdeniorn - thanks for the support. I'm glad that you told me about the mistakes. I'll go back and try to spot them, but if you could point some out that would be helpful. I don't know. I probably won't fix it unless there are quite a few mistakes, but the mistakes I find will definitely help for future chapters.
Bianca Ocean - thanks. I'm glad that you liked my story. I hope you continue to R&R.
Okay, the next chapter is when Harry goes on the Hogwarts express. Don't worry, I'll do my best to update on schedule. But can somebody tell me what month Harry goes to Hogwarts? That would be a lot of help. And also, if your really bored and like reading story's about Harry getting abused and then saved by people from the Hogwarts staff, then this story is for you.
With Time Comes Trust - Sirius Black comes to get his 10-year-old
Godson from the Dursleys and uncovers what Harry was really dealing with
throughout his ten years.
And then the sequel, which I think I like just as much, if not more.
Fever - [Year 1] A contagious flu-like virus hits Hogwarts, and its
victims aren't getting better. Can the professors find the root of this
problem and a cure or does Harry manage to stop it and risk his life,
definitely without any approval from his guardians ?
All right, I'll update as soon as possible. Sami
word count : 1,214