HARRY POTTER AND THE GREEN FLAME SWORD
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CHAPTER 2
RESOLUTION
To say the least, Harry Potter wasn't doing too well. For a week since his return to the Dursleys, he had refused to open the door at all and had eaten whatever Aunt Petunia had pushed through the small flap in his door, which was not a lot. He stayed out of the Dursleys way, and they stayed out of his, which suited all of them just fine. He wrote to Ron and Hermione every day, but there was really nothing to write about.
Even though Hermione had been insisting that he talk to her about Sirius's death, he wouldn't do it .He knew that the responsibility was entirely his, there was no need for anyone to talk him out of this guilt.
However, taking Hermione's advice, he had subscribed to The Daily Prophet. There were still no signs of any unusual activity, and many suspected death eaters had simply disappeared. Fudge seemed to be acknowledging the truth in a fairly dignified manner and he found that he was being projected as the reason why no one should fear another Voldemort takeover.
'Voldemort must probably be up to something new' he thought He knew that Voldemort wouldn't march out into the open until he was out of their way.
He wished he had not woken up when Voldemort had performed the Cruciatus curse on Wormtail. He might have learnt something useful for the order...something about a new plan or something.
His thoughts drifted back to Sirius. The guilt was simply too much for him, people used to wonder how he himself had gone through so much and yet managed to live through it...but what he had gone through was peanuts compared to what Sirius had gone through... 12 years in Azkaban, with no thoughts but that of guilt and hatred. And because of him, Sirius had died... Sirius had died for him... and suddenly he knew what he could do for Sirius, he would live for him...and for those who loved him. They were sacrificing so much for him...he had no right to mop around...he would live for them, even if he were dying inside. They didn't deserve to see him weak and vulnerable, they didn't deserve to see his tears or his guilt and so it would be.
Harry stood up, went to the bathroom and washed his face...his face was all drawn out and weary due to lack of sleep. He had been having all sorts of nightmares.
After drying his face, with fresh determination on his face, he dug out a spare bit of parchment from his trunk and taking out a quill ...started writing to Dumbledore.
He imagined the words in his head 'Dear Professor Dumbledore...I had a dream last night in which Voldemort had some plan, Harry' It sounded stupid. He was worried about Dumbledore also...despite Dumbledore's impressive magic against Voldemort in the Ministry, he couldn't help but feel that the Headmaster was growing old and tired and he did not want to send stupid paranoid sounding letters to him .
In the past week, he had learned to respect Dumbledore even more for all that he had done for him...that Dumbledore was the one person who stood between Harry and Voldemort. He felt ashamed of his petty outburst at Dumbledore, who had just said he had deserved it completely. No way Dumbledore had deserved it...it was he who deserved it, by not listening to his advice to follow Occlumency.
Occlumency-he started writing to Ron quickly.
"Hiya Ron
Could you find out from your dad whether it is necessary for me to continue Occlumency lessons? You know that I don't really have much to do here, so could he check up with Dumbledore and let me know quickly. I'm fine here and the Muggles are treating me ok...so all of you don't land up over here to check up on me....
See you soon Harry"
He folded up the note and handed it to Hedwig and said "give this to Ron, ok". Hedwig hooted softly and flew out of the open window.
For the first time since his return to Privet Drive, Harry stepped out of his bedroom and went down to the dining room where Dudley was wolfing down bacon and eggs far breakfast.
"I'd like some breakfast, Aunt Petunia" he called into the kitchen. He heard a sharp intake of breath from the kitchen and then Aunt Petunia's bony face peering apprehensively into the room. It vanished as soon as it had appeared. Dudley lost his wits when he heard Harry's voice and tried to hide underneath the table, still clutching at his breakfast. Harry smirked grimly; a whale would have had a better chance of hiding in a fishbowl.
Aunt Petunia dumped some ugly looking stuff in front of him. "How d-dare you call me like that...and scaring little Duddykins" Aunt Petunia's voice was shaking as she attempted to pull out Dudley, who was attempting to dig deeper.
"I thought breakfast was bacon, no?" Harry said quietly, ignoring her.
"You'll get what you deserve you ungrateful f-freak" she mumbled , as though scared that she would suddenly be accosted by that horrible looking man with his bowler hat and evil magical eye.
"Never mind...this is crap, don't expect me to eat this, keep something better next time, ok?" said Harry, walking away towards his room.
"Where is his dad, anyway? Not like him to miss breakfast with old lil Duddykins, is it." asked Harry, suddenly remembering that he had not seen Vernon Dursley at all.
"None of your business" she spat at him.
Harry whirled around and walked away, wondering how long it would be before he would be able to leave Privet Drive for good.
Author: If you read this please do review... any suggestions or corrections are welcome.
I haven't been in touch with the 5 books for a long time and so there might be a few factual mistakes...
Hopefully...I will be able to sort them out with your help
Thanx
Dishant: thanx for your review... the chapters are going to come up real quickly, too
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear I'm up to no good
CHAPTER 2
RESOLUTION
To say the least, Harry Potter wasn't doing too well. For a week since his return to the Dursleys, he had refused to open the door at all and had eaten whatever Aunt Petunia had pushed through the small flap in his door, which was not a lot. He stayed out of the Dursleys way, and they stayed out of his, which suited all of them just fine. He wrote to Ron and Hermione every day, but there was really nothing to write about.
Even though Hermione had been insisting that he talk to her about Sirius's death, he wouldn't do it .He knew that the responsibility was entirely his, there was no need for anyone to talk him out of this guilt.
However, taking Hermione's advice, he had subscribed to The Daily Prophet. There were still no signs of any unusual activity, and many suspected death eaters had simply disappeared. Fudge seemed to be acknowledging the truth in a fairly dignified manner and he found that he was being projected as the reason why no one should fear another Voldemort takeover.
'Voldemort must probably be up to something new' he thought He knew that Voldemort wouldn't march out into the open until he was out of their way.
He wished he had not woken up when Voldemort had performed the Cruciatus curse on Wormtail. He might have learnt something useful for the order...something about a new plan or something.
His thoughts drifted back to Sirius. The guilt was simply too much for him, people used to wonder how he himself had gone through so much and yet managed to live through it...but what he had gone through was peanuts compared to what Sirius had gone through... 12 years in Azkaban, with no thoughts but that of guilt and hatred. And because of him, Sirius had died... Sirius had died for him... and suddenly he knew what he could do for Sirius, he would live for him...and for those who loved him. They were sacrificing so much for him...he had no right to mop around...he would live for them, even if he were dying inside. They didn't deserve to see him weak and vulnerable, they didn't deserve to see his tears or his guilt and so it would be.
Harry stood up, went to the bathroom and washed his face...his face was all drawn out and weary due to lack of sleep. He had been having all sorts of nightmares.
After drying his face, with fresh determination on his face, he dug out a spare bit of parchment from his trunk and taking out a quill ...started writing to Dumbledore.
He imagined the words in his head 'Dear Professor Dumbledore...I had a dream last night in which Voldemort had some plan, Harry' It sounded stupid. He was worried about Dumbledore also...despite Dumbledore's impressive magic against Voldemort in the Ministry, he couldn't help but feel that the Headmaster was growing old and tired and he did not want to send stupid paranoid sounding letters to him .
In the past week, he had learned to respect Dumbledore even more for all that he had done for him...that Dumbledore was the one person who stood between Harry and Voldemort. He felt ashamed of his petty outburst at Dumbledore, who had just said he had deserved it completely. No way Dumbledore had deserved it...it was he who deserved it, by not listening to his advice to follow Occlumency.
Occlumency-he started writing to Ron quickly.
"Hiya Ron
Could you find out from your dad whether it is necessary for me to continue Occlumency lessons? You know that I don't really have much to do here, so could he check up with Dumbledore and let me know quickly. I'm fine here and the Muggles are treating me ok...so all of you don't land up over here to check up on me....
See you soon Harry"
He folded up the note and handed it to Hedwig and said "give this to Ron, ok". Hedwig hooted softly and flew out of the open window.
For the first time since his return to Privet Drive, Harry stepped out of his bedroom and went down to the dining room where Dudley was wolfing down bacon and eggs far breakfast.
"I'd like some breakfast, Aunt Petunia" he called into the kitchen. He heard a sharp intake of breath from the kitchen and then Aunt Petunia's bony face peering apprehensively into the room. It vanished as soon as it had appeared. Dudley lost his wits when he heard Harry's voice and tried to hide underneath the table, still clutching at his breakfast. Harry smirked grimly; a whale would have had a better chance of hiding in a fishbowl.
Aunt Petunia dumped some ugly looking stuff in front of him. "How d-dare you call me like that...and scaring little Duddykins" Aunt Petunia's voice was shaking as she attempted to pull out Dudley, who was attempting to dig deeper.
"I thought breakfast was bacon, no?" Harry said quietly, ignoring her.
"You'll get what you deserve you ungrateful f-freak" she mumbled , as though scared that she would suddenly be accosted by that horrible looking man with his bowler hat and evil magical eye.
"Never mind...this is crap, don't expect me to eat this, keep something better next time, ok?" said Harry, walking away towards his room.
"Where is his dad, anyway? Not like him to miss breakfast with old lil Duddykins, is it." asked Harry, suddenly remembering that he had not seen Vernon Dursley at all.
"None of your business" she spat at him.
Harry whirled around and walked away, wondering how long it would be before he would be able to leave Privet Drive for good.
Author: If you read this please do review... any suggestions or corrections are welcome.
I haven't been in touch with the 5 books for a long time and so there might be a few factual mistakes...
Hopefully...I will be able to sort them out with your help
Thanx