Hi Well I'm back. I know that my last chapter the authors note was longer
than the chappie so ill try to make it up in this one!
I've said this once and I'll say it again Rated Pg 13(rating may change for
violence if you think I should make this story R rated lemme know!) for
some things that could corrupt the minds of small children *smiles evilly*
But that's what TV is for so if your under 13 don't read it!!
And what else oh yeah I AM NOT J.K Rowling so I do not own Harry Potter or
any of the other characters (but I am borrowing Draco for a day) SO DON'T
SUE!
Now on with the story...
Words between ~~ is Harry's thoughts.
Chapter Two- Dear Sirius, How are things going wherever you are? I hope its warm there because I'm freezing down here in Surrey. Oh and Vernon hit me again yesterday but nothing really big its not the worse thing he's done. I don't really know why this time though maybe its the fact that I'm alive or that I'm breathing his air or something. OK well I've got to go Vernon's calling me again. P.S.- Don't come down here I can handle everything just fine DON'T WORRY. Harry
Harry rolled up the note and tied it to Hedwig's leg. "Ok girl take this to Sirius for me." The snowy owl hooted in response and flew out the window. ~Ok mental note to self: Make future letters to Sirius less lame~
"HARRY POTTER!"
"I'm coming Uncle Vernon." ~Here comes the pain... wonder what I did now?~
A large metal object came flying towards Harry's head but he caught it before it did some serious damage (AN: serious haha no pun intended people) ~Phew! Thank Merlin for Quidditch~
"I want the entire fence, Petunia's bathroom, Dudley's rec. room, and the den painted." Droned Vernon. "Clean all the rooms except for Dudley's and Petunia and mine."
"Yes Uncle Vernon." ~Is he serious?~ (An: Again no pun) "And I want it all done by the time we get back from the amusement park." "Oh, and boy... if you get a single drop of paint anywhere except on the walls its curtains!"
The hours ticked by slowly to Harry minutes seemed like hours and hours seemed like days. Harry carefully moved things so he would not get paint on them. He had almost finished nothing had been messed up when it happened. Harry was cleaning up the paint tools when he back into the ladder. Paint went flying everywhere, all over Vernon and Petunia's bed, the furniture, the carpet, everything. Oh NO!
The Dursley's car began pulling into the driveway, Harry just sat there in the middle of the chaos gripping a object tightly behind his back, smiling like an idiot. Vernon's face turned seven shades of purple as he stood there looking at what was once his nice clean bedroom.
"POTTER!"
"WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!" A swift blow came to Harry's head when he didn't answer and just sat there smiling. "THAT'S IT PETUNIA HE'S OUT TONIGHT! I DON'T CARE WHAT THAT CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TOLD YOU HE'S GONE!"
"I'm a little teapot short and stout here is my handle here is my spout, when I get all steamed up hear me shout, just tip me over and pour me out....I'm a little teapot...."Harry sang softly under his breath "Daddy Harry's gone MAD!" whimpered Dudley. Harry continued to sing but he rose up and began walking towards Dudley a gleam came off the object Harry held as he began to bring it towards his front. Dudley's eyes grew wide with fear. A scream rang out on number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
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A cliffie haha! I'll get the next chapter out soon promise. But I might get it out quicker if you review! hint hint.. Until next time
Blessed Be
Daddys_lil_reject
Chapter Two- Dear Sirius, How are things going wherever you are? I hope its warm there because I'm freezing down here in Surrey. Oh and Vernon hit me again yesterday but nothing really big its not the worse thing he's done. I don't really know why this time though maybe its the fact that I'm alive or that I'm breathing his air or something. OK well I've got to go Vernon's calling me again. P.S.- Don't come down here I can handle everything just fine DON'T WORRY. Harry
Harry rolled up the note and tied it to Hedwig's leg. "Ok girl take this to Sirius for me." The snowy owl hooted in response and flew out the window. ~Ok mental note to self: Make future letters to Sirius less lame~
"HARRY POTTER!"
"I'm coming Uncle Vernon." ~Here comes the pain... wonder what I did now?~
A large metal object came flying towards Harry's head but he caught it before it did some serious damage (AN: serious haha no pun intended people) ~Phew! Thank Merlin for Quidditch~
"I want the entire fence, Petunia's bathroom, Dudley's rec. room, and the den painted." Droned Vernon. "Clean all the rooms except for Dudley's and Petunia and mine."
"Yes Uncle Vernon." ~Is he serious?~ (An: Again no pun) "And I want it all done by the time we get back from the amusement park." "Oh, and boy... if you get a single drop of paint anywhere except on the walls its curtains!"
The hours ticked by slowly to Harry minutes seemed like hours and hours seemed like days. Harry carefully moved things so he would not get paint on them. He had almost finished nothing had been messed up when it happened. Harry was cleaning up the paint tools when he back into the ladder. Paint went flying everywhere, all over Vernon and Petunia's bed, the furniture, the carpet, everything. Oh NO!
The Dursley's car began pulling into the driveway, Harry just sat there in the middle of the chaos gripping a object tightly behind his back, smiling like an idiot. Vernon's face turned seven shades of purple as he stood there looking at what was once his nice clean bedroom.
"POTTER!"
"WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!" A swift blow came to Harry's head when he didn't answer and just sat there smiling. "THAT'S IT PETUNIA HE'S OUT TONIGHT! I DON'T CARE WHAT THAT CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TOLD YOU HE'S GONE!"
"I'm a little teapot short and stout here is my handle here is my spout, when I get all steamed up hear me shout, just tip me over and pour me out....I'm a little teapot...."Harry sang softly under his breath "Daddy Harry's gone MAD!" whimpered Dudley. Harry continued to sing but he rose up and began walking towards Dudley a gleam came off the object Harry held as he began to bring it towards his front. Dudley's eyes grew wide with fear. A scream rang out on number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
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A cliffie haha! I'll get the next chapter out soon promise. But I might get it out quicker if you review! hint hint.. Until next time
Blessed Be
Daddys_lil_reject