Re-Done
Okays, so I didn't say this before, just so you know, this is not a continuation of my other story, it's a new one. Oh and not ever chapter will be POV (point of view). R&R PLEASE!
Chapter Two: Harry's POV
I sat staring at the empty restaurant. I was forced to get a job in order to live at privet drive. It wasn't that bad though, it kept me out of the house, and it put some money in my pocket. I had got a job as a bar back at a local pub, the tips are good, and on Monday's the place is dead. I looked a mess, is was now about four in the morning, and me and Paul, the other bar back, had to do inventory. I doubted I would get home till six in the morning, which really sucked because I was getting picked up around nine tomorrow- wait; I was getting picked up around nice, this morning. I yawned, and Paul gave a short laugh.
"Last day on the job, mate- what's got you down?" I laughed. I had told my manager that I wasn't going to be back until this time next year because of school stuff. Bill, that's my manager, not having a formal education himself, didn't want to press anything because he seemed to envy me almost.
"Tried," I lied. Leaning back, ageist the bar, I moaned "I can't believe where only half way done," flipping the page on my clip boar, and writing down how many of each mixer I saw.
"Just leave then, mate," Paul suggested.
"I wouldn't do that to you," I smiled, and kept writing. It felt weird to hold a pen, and it made his writing look even weirder. With quills, it always looks formal, and fancy, and one spot was always thicker then the others, but this was all one even width, and it looked rather funny.
"Used to a quill or something?" Paul joked, looking at my writing. I forced a fake laugh, wondering if I should say yes- just to see if he believe me, but decide ageist it.
"Smart ass," I said, smacking him in the back. The next two hour went by rather silent. As we finally began to reach the end of if, we where both falling asleep where we where standing.
"Alright mate, you locking up or am I?" he asked.
"I will," I answered, shortly, "In fact, you can leave if you want. The tills are already locked, I got to go to the bathroom," Paul nodded, I fallowed him to the front door, and closed it behind him. I locked it all up, and made my way to the back. I took a look around kitchen. Here we where forced to dress in black pants, white oxford, and a tie. Wasn't that bad, I mean, considering I wear a uniform, I'm used to it.
I made my way into the back, and pre-locked the back door, so it could only be opened from the inside without a key. It leads into a small and dark alley- which was exactly what I needed. See, now that I was going into my final year I was allowed to use magic as I wanted. This was rather useful on account I didn't have a car, I just Disapparate between work and home.
As I made sure no one was around, I walked into the back of the alley- and just Disapparated. It was a fast and easy way to get back. As I appeared in my bed room, I noticed Dudley was sitting on my bed. He looked at me, jaw dropped, in total shock, "I thought you weren't allowed to use magic outside of school?" he hissed. Dudley thought he was going to get me in trouble, but the smug look on my face made him think./br
"That's only till a student's final year, and this is my final year, so I can use magic when ever I want," Dudley's eye's where huge, and he got up to run, but I stopped him, "Why where you in my room?" I asked, to tired to really fight with him- I just wanted an answer.
"Wa-waiting for y-you," he answered, pale as a ghost.
"Why?"
"Be-because I knew you had been using magic to ge-get ho-home, I-I just did-didn't kn-know you could u-use it," I shrugged, and moved out his way. He ran like a bat out of hell out of my room- even managed to close the door behind him. I yawned, and collapsed on my bed- in about four hours, I'd be free of this place. Yes, I would be free- maybe forever, depending if Dumbledore let's me get my own place.
Someone knocked on the door, and I pretended that I didn't hear. The door opened slowly, and then someone turned on the lights. I moaned, and pulled my pillow over my head.
"Harry," a slightly scared voice said. It was obviously Dudley. I moaned again, and rolled over to face him.
"What do you want?" I demanded.
"Sorry to disturbed you- but there's people here to see you," I pulled my head from out of underneath my pillow, looking him in the eye. He actually looked scared, something I hadn't seen in a long time.
"If you're kidding I swear to god, I'm going to kill you," I was soar everywhere, and tired to the extreme. I'm sure I heard him make a short sequencing noise, as I pulled myself out of bed. Grabbing my glasses, I put them one, noticing they where side ways, but I didn't do anything about it.
"Th-this way," he stammered, leading me down the stairs. Ginny and Ron where standing there. Ron was wearing his normal worn out jeans, and black t-shirt, but Ginny... her cloths where new.
"Is this the man you're looking for?" Dudley asked, "because I'm much more interesting them him,"
"Bugger off, Dudley," I hissed. I noticed Ginny had grown quite a bit, she was almost as tall as Ron. Dudley narrowed his eyes, but left anyways. I leaned on the door frame, and smiled, "Jesus, am I glad to see you- I was ready to loose what marble's I had left," I joked. Ginny reached up, and fixed my glasses. I paused for a minute, not really sure what to say, and just stared at her.
"Sorry," Ginny said, "That was really bugging me," I gave a short, snort laugh, and nodded. Truth was, it bugged me to, but I was just too lazy to fix it. But when she came near me, I got this strange feeling inside. I shock it off fast though. "Hadn't even noticed," I lied. Ron coughed and I stood up straight, "Right, so I'll go grab my trunk, come on in," Ron and Ginny stepped inside, and I closed the door behind them. Ron and I went up stairs to get my stuff.
As we got into my room, Headwig hooted.
"What's with your cousin? I thought he liked to beat the crap out of you?" Ron asked- leave it to him to get right to the point.
"He recently learned I'm aloud to just magic when I want," I commented, putting a picture of my parents in my trunk, and closed the top. I noticed I forgot one of my cloaks, so I just put it on. I grabbed my wand of the dresser when I had put it the night before, and put it in my pocket.
"My face is up here," I heard Ginny say coldly, Listen to me you pug faced rat, you may be short, but I know-,"
"DUDLEY!" My cold voice echoed. Dudley turned around, and squeeked. I heard Ron laughing, Gin had burned him bad. I wanted to laugh, but this anger grew up inside me, like nothing before.
"Nice, Gin," Ron said, as I dropped my trunk. I walked down the stairs slowly; I could feel my cloak flowing behind me. As I reached the bottom, I began to advance on Dudley, who was turning very pale. I stopped about a millimetre away from his face "Don't look at her, touch her, or even think about her," I hissed. I didn't really know why I was over reacting. I could have just told him to leave, but no- I wanted to kill him. This seemed more like Ron's job, but Ron was in total shock- he just stood there, holding Headwig's cage. Dudley threw his arms up in fear, and slowly walked backwards.
"No, Harry- it, it wasn't like that, see- it was,"
"Was what?" Dudley reached a wall. He began to panic. Dudley had done a lot of evil things to me in the past, and Dudley had a good feeling that those things where going to come up and bite him in the ass. Dudley stammered some poor excuse, and ran like a bat out of hell, "Sorry about that, Gin," I said turning back to her. I didn't even notice that Ron had slowly made his way to the bottom of the steps, still holding Headwig's cage.
I pulled out his wand from my cloak, and someone yelped- I guess Dudley hide in the kitchen. I shock my head, and looked to the stop of the stairs "Accio trunk," I said, as it floating down the stairs, and stopped infront of me. I put my wand away, and pick up my trunk. I don't think I've ever lost my temper so easily.
"Come on, Ginny," I heard Ron say, as they fallowed me out of the house. Ginny got into the back seat of the car, well Ron jumped in the front. I put my trunk in the trunk of the car, and jumped in the back with Ginny.
"Here we go," Mr. Weasley said, as we pulled out of the drive way. The wind felt nice though my hair. We where out on the country roads in no time, and I knew for a fact Mr. Weasley was speeding. Ginny though her hands up in the air, and laughed. I joined in, knowing we weren't far from the burrow now. Ginny's hair flew in the wind, the sun reflected off it, making it shimmer.
Okays, so I didn't say this before, just so you know, this is not a continuation of my other story, it's a new one. Oh and not ever chapter will be POV (point of view). R&R PLEASE!
Chapter Two: Harry's POV
I sat staring at the empty restaurant. I was forced to get a job in order to live at privet drive. It wasn't that bad though, it kept me out of the house, and it put some money in my pocket. I had got a job as a bar back at a local pub, the tips are good, and on Monday's the place is dead. I looked a mess, is was now about four in the morning, and me and Paul, the other bar back, had to do inventory. I doubted I would get home till six in the morning, which really sucked because I was getting picked up around nine tomorrow- wait; I was getting picked up around nice, this morning. I yawned, and Paul gave a short laugh.
"Last day on the job, mate- what's got you down?" I laughed. I had told my manager that I wasn't going to be back until this time next year because of school stuff. Bill, that's my manager, not having a formal education himself, didn't want to press anything because he seemed to envy me almost.
"Tried," I lied. Leaning back, ageist the bar, I moaned "I can't believe where only half way done," flipping the page on my clip boar, and writing down how many of each mixer I saw.
"Just leave then, mate," Paul suggested.
"I wouldn't do that to you," I smiled, and kept writing. It felt weird to hold a pen, and it made his writing look even weirder. With quills, it always looks formal, and fancy, and one spot was always thicker then the others, but this was all one even width, and it looked rather funny.
"Used to a quill or something?" Paul joked, looking at my writing. I forced a fake laugh, wondering if I should say yes- just to see if he believe me, but decide ageist it.
"Smart ass," I said, smacking him in the back. The next two hour went by rather silent. As we finally began to reach the end of if, we where both falling asleep where we where standing.
"Alright mate, you locking up or am I?" he asked.
"I will," I answered, shortly, "In fact, you can leave if you want. The tills are already locked, I got to go to the bathroom," Paul nodded, I fallowed him to the front door, and closed it behind him. I locked it all up, and made my way to the back. I took a look around kitchen. Here we where forced to dress in black pants, white oxford, and a tie. Wasn't that bad, I mean, considering I wear a uniform, I'm used to it.
I made my way into the back, and pre-locked the back door, so it could only be opened from the inside without a key. It leads into a small and dark alley- which was exactly what I needed. See, now that I was going into my final year I was allowed to use magic as I wanted. This was rather useful on account I didn't have a car, I just Disapparate between work and home.
As I made sure no one was around, I walked into the back of the alley- and just Disapparated. It was a fast and easy way to get back. As I appeared in my bed room, I noticed Dudley was sitting on my bed. He looked at me, jaw dropped, in total shock, "I thought you weren't allowed to use magic outside of school?" he hissed. Dudley thought he was going to get me in trouble, but the smug look on my face made him think./br
"That's only till a student's final year, and this is my final year, so I can use magic when ever I want," Dudley's eye's where huge, and he got up to run, but I stopped him, "Why where you in my room?" I asked, to tired to really fight with him- I just wanted an answer.
"Wa-waiting for y-you," he answered, pale as a ghost.
"Why?"
"Be-because I knew you had been using magic to ge-get ho-home, I-I just did-didn't kn-know you could u-use it," I shrugged, and moved out his way. He ran like a bat out of hell out of my room- even managed to close the door behind him. I yawned, and collapsed on my bed- in about four hours, I'd be free of this place. Yes, I would be free- maybe forever, depending if Dumbledore let's me get my own place.
Someone knocked on the door, and I pretended that I didn't hear. The door opened slowly, and then someone turned on the lights. I moaned, and pulled my pillow over my head.
"Harry," a slightly scared voice said. It was obviously Dudley. I moaned again, and rolled over to face him.
"What do you want?" I demanded.
"Sorry to disturbed you- but there's people here to see you," I pulled my head from out of underneath my pillow, looking him in the eye. He actually looked scared, something I hadn't seen in a long time.
"If you're kidding I swear to god, I'm going to kill you," I was soar everywhere, and tired to the extreme. I'm sure I heard him make a short sequencing noise, as I pulled myself out of bed. Grabbing my glasses, I put them one, noticing they where side ways, but I didn't do anything about it.
"Th-this way," he stammered, leading me down the stairs. Ginny and Ron where standing there. Ron was wearing his normal worn out jeans, and black t-shirt, but Ginny... her cloths where new.
"Is this the man you're looking for?" Dudley asked, "because I'm much more interesting them him,"
"Bugger off, Dudley," I hissed. I noticed Ginny had grown quite a bit, she was almost as tall as Ron. Dudley narrowed his eyes, but left anyways. I leaned on the door frame, and smiled, "Jesus, am I glad to see you- I was ready to loose what marble's I had left," I joked. Ginny reached up, and fixed my glasses. I paused for a minute, not really sure what to say, and just stared at her.
"Sorry," Ginny said, "That was really bugging me," I gave a short, snort laugh, and nodded. Truth was, it bugged me to, but I was just too lazy to fix it. But when she came near me, I got this strange feeling inside. I shock it off fast though. "Hadn't even noticed," I lied. Ron coughed and I stood up straight, "Right, so I'll go grab my trunk, come on in," Ron and Ginny stepped inside, and I closed the door behind them. Ron and I went up stairs to get my stuff.
As we got into my room, Headwig hooted.
"What's with your cousin? I thought he liked to beat the crap out of you?" Ron asked- leave it to him to get right to the point.
"He recently learned I'm aloud to just magic when I want," I commented, putting a picture of my parents in my trunk, and closed the top. I noticed I forgot one of my cloaks, so I just put it on. I grabbed my wand of the dresser when I had put it the night before, and put it in my pocket.
"My face is up here," I heard Ginny say coldly, Listen to me you pug faced rat, you may be short, but I know-,"
"DUDLEY!" My cold voice echoed. Dudley turned around, and squeeked. I heard Ron laughing, Gin had burned him bad. I wanted to laugh, but this anger grew up inside me, like nothing before.
"Nice, Gin," Ron said, as I dropped my trunk. I walked down the stairs slowly; I could feel my cloak flowing behind me. As I reached the bottom, I began to advance on Dudley, who was turning very pale. I stopped about a millimetre away from his face "Don't look at her, touch her, or even think about her," I hissed. I didn't really know why I was over reacting. I could have just told him to leave, but no- I wanted to kill him. This seemed more like Ron's job, but Ron was in total shock- he just stood there, holding Headwig's cage. Dudley threw his arms up in fear, and slowly walked backwards.
"No, Harry- it, it wasn't like that, see- it was,"
"Was what?" Dudley reached a wall. He began to panic. Dudley had done a lot of evil things to me in the past, and Dudley had a good feeling that those things where going to come up and bite him in the ass. Dudley stammered some poor excuse, and ran like a bat out of hell, "Sorry about that, Gin," I said turning back to her. I didn't even notice that Ron had slowly made his way to the bottom of the steps, still holding Headwig's cage.
I pulled out his wand from my cloak, and someone yelped- I guess Dudley hide in the kitchen. I shock my head, and looked to the stop of the stairs "Accio trunk," I said, as it floating down the stairs, and stopped infront of me. I put my wand away, and pick up my trunk. I don't think I've ever lost my temper so easily.
"Come on, Ginny," I heard Ron say, as they fallowed me out of the house. Ginny got into the back seat of the car, well Ron jumped in the front. I put my trunk in the trunk of the car, and jumped in the back with Ginny.
"Here we go," Mr. Weasley said, as we pulled out of the drive way. The wind felt nice though my hair. We where out on the country roads in no time, and I knew for a fact Mr. Weasley was speeding. Ginny though her hands up in the air, and laughed. I joined in, knowing we weren't far from the burrow now. Ginny's hair flew in the wind, the sun reflected off it, making it shimmer.