Suicide Solution
Notes: this is a Severitus Challenge, go to www.geocities.com\challengefics\thechallenge.htm To find out the 'rules' for a Severitus Challenge piece.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is recognisably harry potter-ish, and the Severitus challenge-ness belongs to the writer Severitus, userid=123967
Summary: A Severitus challenge, [Snape is Harry's father] Story begins at 11.59pm on July 30th. It's the summer before Harry's 6th year, and Harry's changing . . .
Chapter 3 - leaving the Dursley's and journeying to Diagon Alley.
The painful transformations that Harry undertook each and every night at midnight continued in the weeks following his 16th birthday. He was not used to them, no, because no one can get used to pain, except perhaps Voldemort, and a few of the more insane Death Eaters. He had realised two days after his birthday that he hadn't been wearing his glasses, and after that he had begun to notice many more subtle changes within himself. By august 24th, the day he was to meet Ron and Hermione in Diagon alley, his hair had now reached just pasted his ears, and hung loosely.
Harry awoke at 5am that morning. He quickly dressed in a long black robe, and black cloak, gathered his trunk and Hedwig, who was asleep in her cage, and made his way downstairs to the front door. Obviously the clunking sounds of his trunk on the stairs woke his relatives,
"Where do you think you're going boy dressed like that!?"
It appeared that uncle Vernon had got the use of his voice back first. Harry looked coolly up at him and replied
"I'm catching the knight bus to Diagon alley so I can buy my school stuff and meet up with my friends. See you next summer. Bye."
And he walked out of the door and onto the pavement, where he stopped and stuck out his wand hand. There was a loud BANG and the triple decked violent purple bus appeared in front of him.
The doors opened and Stan Shunpike, who Harry knew pretty well now, jumped out and was about to start his welcoming speech when he recognised Harry.
"Hey 'arry, where to this time?"
Together they made their way onto the bus, where they stowed Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage.
"Leaky Cauldron, again Stan."
"righ' 'o"
There was another loud BANG and the knight bus was once again rolling off down an empty street. Stan had come back to sit opposite Harry and Harry handed him the 11 sickles, for the journey.
"Say Stan which school did you go to?"
"I was at 'ogwarts too, but I gradua'ed 2 years ago."
"I didn't know you went to Hogwarts! What house were you in? Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw?"
Stan laughed and said "Now wha' makes ya think I wasen in Gryffindor or Slytherin?"
Harry smirked "You're too nice to be a Slytherin and I'm a gryff' and I know pretty much everyone in my house, whenever they're in higher years or lower."
Stan laughed again, "I was in Hufflepuff, I . . . I was friends with Cedric, sort of, well I was, but we had an argument 'round Christmas time, an' we didn't speak again."
Harry was silent, he had had no idea Stan was friends with cedric, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
He said quietly, but Stan waved him off, "It's okay, now I'll be righ' back, I gotta help Madam Marsh down the stairs, I dunno why she always insis's on sittin' on the top floor"
He grinned at Harry then disappeared up the thin staircase, returning a few minutes later with feeble old Madam Marsh clinging to his arm.
Once Stan had chucked out Madam Marsh's case the bus jumped with another loud BANG and they were tumbling down charring cross road. The bus skidded to a halt outside the Leaky Cauldron and Stan helped Harry get his trunk off the bus.
" 'ere you go 'arry."
"Thanks Stan. I'll prob see you again next summer. Bye." Harry heard Stan call "Bye ma'e!" before the bus disappeared again with one more BANG. He dragged his trunk into the pub and tom called a greeting out over the bar.
"Do you have a free room Tom?"
"Yes room eleven's free again, follow me mr Potter. Locomotor trunk!"
Harry followed his trunk and Tom up the narrow staircase into the same room he had used in his third year.
"Thanks Tom, how much will it be to stay here 'till the 1st of September?"
"Nine days is a galleon and 4 sickles."
Harry paid Tom and then he left Harry to unpack.
"Well Hedwig, here we are again." The snowy owl hooted a quiet reply and what could of past as an owl sigh, he smiled at his 7 year old owl and began to unpack his robes that he would be wearing in the next nine days. "Mental note buy more robes from Madam Malkins."
Harry left his room at 9am with his Gringotts key, money pouch and Hogwarts list and left for the hidden entrance to Diagon Alley.
~S~
Notes: this is a Severitus Challenge, go to www.geocities.com\challengefics\thechallenge.htm To find out the 'rules' for a Severitus Challenge piece.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is recognisably harry potter-ish, and the Severitus challenge-ness belongs to the writer Severitus, userid=123967
Summary: A Severitus challenge, [Snape is Harry's father] Story begins at 11.59pm on July 30th. It's the summer before Harry's 6th year, and Harry's changing . . .
Chapter 3 - leaving the Dursley's and journeying to Diagon Alley.
The painful transformations that Harry undertook each and every night at midnight continued in the weeks following his 16th birthday. He was not used to them, no, because no one can get used to pain, except perhaps Voldemort, and a few of the more insane Death Eaters. He had realised two days after his birthday that he hadn't been wearing his glasses, and after that he had begun to notice many more subtle changes within himself. By august 24th, the day he was to meet Ron and Hermione in Diagon alley, his hair had now reached just pasted his ears, and hung loosely.
Harry awoke at 5am that morning. He quickly dressed in a long black robe, and black cloak, gathered his trunk and Hedwig, who was asleep in her cage, and made his way downstairs to the front door. Obviously the clunking sounds of his trunk on the stairs woke his relatives,
"Where do you think you're going boy dressed like that!?"
It appeared that uncle Vernon had got the use of his voice back first. Harry looked coolly up at him and replied
"I'm catching the knight bus to Diagon alley so I can buy my school stuff and meet up with my friends. See you next summer. Bye."
And he walked out of the door and onto the pavement, where he stopped and stuck out his wand hand. There was a loud BANG and the triple decked violent purple bus appeared in front of him.
The doors opened and Stan Shunpike, who Harry knew pretty well now, jumped out and was about to start his welcoming speech when he recognised Harry.
"Hey 'arry, where to this time?"
Together they made their way onto the bus, where they stowed Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage.
"Leaky Cauldron, again Stan."
"righ' 'o"
There was another loud BANG and the knight bus was once again rolling off down an empty street. Stan had come back to sit opposite Harry and Harry handed him the 11 sickles, for the journey.
"Say Stan which school did you go to?"
"I was at 'ogwarts too, but I gradua'ed 2 years ago."
"I didn't know you went to Hogwarts! What house were you in? Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw?"
Stan laughed and said "Now wha' makes ya think I wasen in Gryffindor or Slytherin?"
Harry smirked "You're too nice to be a Slytherin and I'm a gryff' and I know pretty much everyone in my house, whenever they're in higher years or lower."
Stan laughed again, "I was in Hufflepuff, I . . . I was friends with Cedric, sort of, well I was, but we had an argument 'round Christmas time, an' we didn't speak again."
Harry was silent, he had had no idea Stan was friends with cedric, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
He said quietly, but Stan waved him off, "It's okay, now I'll be righ' back, I gotta help Madam Marsh down the stairs, I dunno why she always insis's on sittin' on the top floor"
He grinned at Harry then disappeared up the thin staircase, returning a few minutes later with feeble old Madam Marsh clinging to his arm.
Once Stan had chucked out Madam Marsh's case the bus jumped with another loud BANG and they were tumbling down charring cross road. The bus skidded to a halt outside the Leaky Cauldron and Stan helped Harry get his trunk off the bus.
" 'ere you go 'arry."
"Thanks Stan. I'll prob see you again next summer. Bye." Harry heard Stan call "Bye ma'e!" before the bus disappeared again with one more BANG. He dragged his trunk into the pub and tom called a greeting out over the bar.
"Do you have a free room Tom?"
"Yes room eleven's free again, follow me mr Potter. Locomotor trunk!"
Harry followed his trunk and Tom up the narrow staircase into the same room he had used in his third year.
"Thanks Tom, how much will it be to stay here 'till the 1st of September?"
"Nine days is a galleon and 4 sickles."
Harry paid Tom and then he left Harry to unpack.
"Well Hedwig, here we are again." The snowy owl hooted a quiet reply and what could of past as an owl sigh, he smiled at his 7 year old owl and began to unpack his robes that he would be wearing in the next nine days. "Mental note buy more robes from Madam Malkins."
Harry left his room at 9am with his Gringotts key, money pouch and Hogwarts list and left for the hidden entrance to Diagon Alley.
~S~