~Title: Unwanted Reality
~Author: Bittersweet Revenge
~Summary: Year 6. Harry unconsciously throws himself into Death Eaters' plot to bring him down at the Malfoy residence. While trying to save himself, he falls across Tom's malfunctioning diary. Tom/Harry slash!
~Rating: PG, PG-13 later on.
~Gender: Slash
~Pairing: Tom/Harry
~Disclaimer: I'm just playing with J.K. Rowling's inventions, of course! If another story resembles mine in any way possible, it's not my fault. In all the HP fics on this site, there's maybe going to be another Tom/Harry that looks like this one.
~Extra: I've just started slashes and I would greatly appreciate advice to improve my writing! ^_^
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Chapter 1:
Harry Potter was in number four Privet Drive's garden, hiding behind a large and impressive group of begonias. He was laying in the dirt, looking up at the parcel of sky visible between the neighbor's imposing tree, who's branches fell limply on the other side of the fence separating both gardens. Aunt Petunia hated that tree, saying that uncle Vernon should cut off every branch that passed over the hedge, but both of them knew that if they did that, there would be nothing left of the poor oak.
Harry sighed raising his head just a little to make sure no one of his muggle relatives were in the garden or poking their noses at the windows, most probably looking for him.
In was almost the end of July and the weather was suffocating. The heat was intolerable and everyone used everything in their power to cool their body temperature. Uncle Vernon had even spent time looking in a pool flyer that had arrived with the mail.
Aunt Marge had come to visit the previous week and hadn't even looked at Harry once. In fact, aunt Petunia had asked him to stay in his room most of the time that week, and he had gratefully accepted.
He was still corresponding with Ron and Hermione every three or four days, and they were sometimes giving him little clues to what was going on. Of course, they couldn't explain what they were all doing because there was still the possibility that their mail was being checked, but at least they weren't doing like last summer and not writing anything at all. Even still, he was incredibly bored.
"GET THIS OWL OUT OF HERE!" uncle Vernon yelled from the kitchen, making Harry jump three feet high.
~Poor Hedwig,~ Harry though, getting up, dusting the dirt of his worn out jeans and calmly walking to the back door where a very red uncle Vernon greeted him.
"GET IT OUT!" he yelled again, pointing at the kitchen with one of his stubby fingers.
Harry walked through the hallway as slowly as possible and took his time to reach the kitchen, where he found aunt Petunia holding a broom, trying to whack Hedwig off the fridge.
When Hedwig saw Harry, she flew off her post and tried to land on his arm, holding a package in her beak.
"WE TOLD YOU THOUSANDS OF TIMES BEFORE!" aunt Petunia yelled. "NO OWLS OUT OF YOUR ROOM!"
"I'm sorry," Harry said, dishonestly. "I don't know what happened . . . She never does this usually . . ."
Not wanting to hear another word, both his aunt and uncle pointed him the stairs, clearly telling him to go to his room and to stay there until further notice.
Harry sighed and walked away, climbing the stairs three by three and holding Hedwig carefully in front of him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he grumbled once he had reached his room and closed the door.
Hedwig hooted loudly and dropped the package she had been sent to deliver.
"What?" he asked, picking up his mail. "Can't you just drop it off on the desk? The window was open, as usual."
He immediately noticed that Ron had sent him the Daily Prophet with his habitual letter. He unfolded it and frowned, reading the main title. DEATH EATERS RUNNING FREE OUT OF AZKABAN.
"They escaped!" Harry growled.
Throwing the paper on his bed, he took Ron's letter and ripped the envelope, taking out the single sheet of paper.
Hey Harry!
You saw the paper? Every single Death Eater Dumbledore captured has escaped from Azkaban. Even Malfoy. Mustn't have been very hard with all those Dementors missing. No one knows where the Death Eaters, but they're surely not going to be seen any time soon. Dad told me some Aurors tried to go to Malfoy Mansion but they have no idea where it is. Some say it's bewitched, and they all have no idea how to get to it.
You-Know-Who hasn't made any move yet. He wasn't even been seen.
Nothing else is happening.
Keep in touch,
Ron
Harry sighed and took the paper to read the article. Nothing very precise was told. In fact, Ron's letter was more accurate and instructive, and so he read it again.
"They're not finding anything," he mumbled. " . . . Maybe . . . what if . . . What could *I* do to help out?"
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I'd greatly appreciate receiving any sort of review containing any sort of criticism, good or bad. I'm here to entertain you with my writing, and so it would be nice for me to know if you like it or if you'd like improvements.
Please review!
~Author: Bittersweet Revenge
~Summary: Year 6. Harry unconsciously throws himself into Death Eaters' plot to bring him down at the Malfoy residence. While trying to save himself, he falls across Tom's malfunctioning diary. Tom/Harry slash!
~Rating: PG, PG-13 later on.
~Gender: Slash
~Pairing: Tom/Harry
~Disclaimer: I'm just playing with J.K. Rowling's inventions, of course! If another story resembles mine in any way possible, it's not my fault. In all the HP fics on this site, there's maybe going to be another Tom/Harry that looks like this one.
~Extra: I've just started slashes and I would greatly appreciate advice to improve my writing! ^_^
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Chapter 1:
Harry Potter was in number four Privet Drive's garden, hiding behind a large and impressive group of begonias. He was laying in the dirt, looking up at the parcel of sky visible between the neighbor's imposing tree, who's branches fell limply on the other side of the fence separating both gardens. Aunt Petunia hated that tree, saying that uncle Vernon should cut off every branch that passed over the hedge, but both of them knew that if they did that, there would be nothing left of the poor oak.
Harry sighed raising his head just a little to make sure no one of his muggle relatives were in the garden or poking their noses at the windows, most probably looking for him.
In was almost the end of July and the weather was suffocating. The heat was intolerable and everyone used everything in their power to cool their body temperature. Uncle Vernon had even spent time looking in a pool flyer that had arrived with the mail.
Aunt Marge had come to visit the previous week and hadn't even looked at Harry once. In fact, aunt Petunia had asked him to stay in his room most of the time that week, and he had gratefully accepted.
He was still corresponding with Ron and Hermione every three or four days, and they were sometimes giving him little clues to what was going on. Of course, they couldn't explain what they were all doing because there was still the possibility that their mail was being checked, but at least they weren't doing like last summer and not writing anything at all. Even still, he was incredibly bored.
"GET THIS OWL OUT OF HERE!" uncle Vernon yelled from the kitchen, making Harry jump three feet high.
~Poor Hedwig,~ Harry though, getting up, dusting the dirt of his worn out jeans and calmly walking to the back door where a very red uncle Vernon greeted him.
"GET IT OUT!" he yelled again, pointing at the kitchen with one of his stubby fingers.
Harry walked through the hallway as slowly as possible and took his time to reach the kitchen, where he found aunt Petunia holding a broom, trying to whack Hedwig off the fridge.
When Hedwig saw Harry, she flew off her post and tried to land on his arm, holding a package in her beak.
"WE TOLD YOU THOUSANDS OF TIMES BEFORE!" aunt Petunia yelled. "NO OWLS OUT OF YOUR ROOM!"
"I'm sorry," Harry said, dishonestly. "I don't know what happened . . . She never does this usually . . ."
Not wanting to hear another word, both his aunt and uncle pointed him the stairs, clearly telling him to go to his room and to stay there until further notice.
Harry sighed and walked away, climbing the stairs three by three and holding Hedwig carefully in front of him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he grumbled once he had reached his room and closed the door.
Hedwig hooted loudly and dropped the package she had been sent to deliver.
"What?" he asked, picking up his mail. "Can't you just drop it off on the desk? The window was open, as usual."
He immediately noticed that Ron had sent him the Daily Prophet with his habitual letter. He unfolded it and frowned, reading the main title. DEATH EATERS RUNNING FREE OUT OF AZKABAN.
"They escaped!" Harry growled.
Throwing the paper on his bed, he took Ron's letter and ripped the envelope, taking out the single sheet of paper.
Hey Harry!
You saw the paper? Every single Death Eater Dumbledore captured has escaped from Azkaban. Even Malfoy. Mustn't have been very hard with all those Dementors missing. No one knows where the Death Eaters, but they're surely not going to be seen any time soon. Dad told me some Aurors tried to go to Malfoy Mansion but they have no idea where it is. Some say it's bewitched, and they all have no idea how to get to it.
You-Know-Who hasn't made any move yet. He wasn't even been seen.
Nothing else is happening.
Keep in touch,
Ron
Harry sighed and took the paper to read the article. Nothing very precise was told. In fact, Ron's letter was more accurate and instructive, and so he read it again.
"They're not finding anything," he mumbled. " . . . Maybe . . . what if . . . What could *I* do to help out?"
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I'd greatly appreciate receiving any sort of review containing any sort of criticism, good or bad. I'm here to entertain you with my writing, and so it would be nice for me to know if you like it or if you'd like improvements.
Please review!