The Trouble Brewing in That Triangle

History Behind This Story:::: The idea came to me after reading my fist ever fan fiction. This is my first fan fiction story that I ever did attempt to write. Since it was very bad I went back to re edit it. I like this version much better... but the original was definitely more humorous... ill probably edit some stuff from the old version in.

Please be honest and REVIEW it... I really really need it. THANKS!

Part I - The Very Beginning

Brilliant green eyes gazed out of the top of the most eastern window of number 4 Privet Drive. An eerie sort of feel had been aroused for quite some time, as this unusual boy had been keen to notice. Of the twelve street lights that were stationed on that street, one, on the foremost end flickered on and off into the night. The witty boy eyed it perpetually, gripping his sweaty wand tightly in his right hand. With much caution, he kept it below the window sill... just in case.

It was believed that most of the world, both muggles and wizards, were very aware of the everyday strange happenings that were occurring. The dark lord has finally come back to his potential power and a war, which was feared to even be imagined, was soon to come into full perspective. Everyone and I mean everyone knew that war was close to commencing... and Harry Potter... the boy of many wonders was prepared... for anything. Starting right outside his window.....

Not a word had to be said to describe the particular nasty feeling clinging into the air that night. Harry had never been more alerted, and was so sure that he had noticed a creature, or ... something rustling in the bushes just below that flickering light. Fear crept near, in other words, and was not going to retreat for some time. He dared not to blink for a single solitary second so that he wouldn't miss it, just in case it was something. 'Perhaps, it's a dog... or maybe an omen...'Harry thought sarcastically to himself.

He was ashamed for joking so ghastly... his stomach lurched. His deceased godfather, Sirius Black jogged his memory. It almost pained him to think of the little time spent with his only living relative then. Sirius's rough appearance faded quite quickly as something brought Harry to caution. Just minutes passed before a screech and rustling in that same bush was noted. Harry, startled, jumped a bit, but straitened up immediately.

Coincidentally, the street light finally burned out. As it was difficult to see, Harry squinted only to his horror. Rustling continued noisily and finally the creature made an appearance. Flapping its wings, and coming towards Harry's exact window, he tumbled backward only to land awfully on his bum.

The creature was perched on his window sill.

"Hedwig!" Harry responded breathless. "You gave me a scare!!!!!"

The snowy owl hooted in delight as he held a "present" for Harry in its mouth. A dead rat dangled from its mouth. A resolution had been now invented for Harry in his mind. The rustling was only Hedwig, looking for a rat.... To give me.... Great!! He thought sarcastically.

He patted the owl and glimpsed outside the window... the flickering light on the far end was on... and not flickering.

"That's awkward" Harry said aloud... but thought nothing of it.

"Hedwig, what do you got there?" asked Harry quizzically. At her foot it seemed very apparent that a note had been tied. Harry impatiently untied it, and opened it. Immediately, through the untidy scrawl, Harry knew it was Ron Weasley. He read it mentally.

Dear Harry,

I hope those Muggles are treating you right. It's only a matter of time before Dumbledore realizes that you must get out of that house, it's just not right. Look, I'm really sorry Harry... I really am... it's just... I hope... that you are alright. Hopefully... you can come back to the burrow soon.
Hermione is in fact coming tomorrow.

At these words, Harry's stomach lurched. He felt his heart become light, and suddenly felt a chill.

She's supposed to be staying these whole two months before the terms starts again. We do really want to spend it with you Harry... we really do. We just hope you can.

Don't let the Muggles get you down!
Try your best to stay up...
Ron

Harry noted the unusually short letter, as it had been lately. No one in the entire world had a clue to what to say to Harry. But at that moment, it wasn't the letter he was worrying about... it was the abnormal attraction he was commencing to have towards his best friend... Hermione Granger.

He had never seen it before, but it wasn't only her beauty that attracted him... It was the entire package... but he couldn't.

It's not right

Harry placed his hand over his navel. He felt a twinge of guilt subside in his stomach. He couldn't possibly fall for Hermione. Everybody knew Ron and Hermione ... were meant to be. But it was also jealousy for his friend. It was the nerving feeling probing at the back of his mind that protruded so much guilt. He, Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was jealous of hand-me- down Ronald Weasley. It was awful to think of it through this perspective but it was true. He had a full wizard family that gave him so much care and love he took it entirely for granted... and he had Hermione Granger in the palm of his hands. She was nutters over him... nutters. Yet the both were so thick as to not realize the connection they both had.

The more he tried not to think about it, the more mind boggling it became. It pained him completely. It wasn't fair in a way. Then again... nothing was ever fair for him. In the distance, a distinguishable grunt was heard echoing in the halls.

"It must be late..." Harry whispered to the air. But it didn't matter anymore. The Dursley's had taken the warning from Tonks, Mad-Eye, Mr. Weasley, and Lupin not very well.

They were more likely appalled, terrified, and sickened, all at one time. They hadn't bothered him at all. Since the King Cross station they had been set in their ways and kept very far from Harry's. They hadn't even locked up his things like they use to.

And every other day, as usual (for the past week and a half now..."that's how much time passed since they were at King Cross Station) Harry wrote Tonks, Mad-Eye, Mr. Weasley, and Lupin... telling them

"The Dursleys are keeping out of my way as usual, everything is fine" and Harry occasionally would write a 'fine and boring." COME AND GET ME OUT SOON. He would scribble large enough so they could not miss it. But it remained that way for almost two entire mundane weeks.

It was then that a loud BANG was heard right outside his window. Harry hurried to see what might have awakened the entire neighborhood. He held his wand tight in his right hand and was as usual prepared... for anything.

Harry poked out his head only to his surprise. A large bus had parked itself right outside Number 4 Privet Drive. One that very much resembled the... the... Knight Bus?

"What in Merlin's Beard?" Harry asked the surrounding air.

So... that's chapter one for ya! Next Chapter is going to be called Number Twelve Grimmald Place [part II]

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