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"Harry Potter and the On Going Struggle"
By SillyGillie
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Summary- Harry Potter's 6th year full of drama, mysteries, angst, and romance. Harry promises never to forget the people he's lost, the year goes on and more people are dying each day. Harry is trying to master his Occulmency along with NEWT classes, some interesting new classes, quidditch training, a new DADA teacher, DA still in progress, and the threat of the Prophecy grows closer each day. I hope you like it.
A/N– I am currently re-posting all of my first chapters, due to numerous grammar related errors!
Authors Note- Thanks so much for all the reviews and everything! Three days and already 12 reviews! Brilliant! You guys are so great, sorry I didn't post last night I was swamped with homework! I think this chapter will also be the last time that I try to attempt html codes! Please ignore the stupid chapter titles! LoL I must admit I'm quite hopeless at them, only for one of the chapters I have a really good idea for it, so I figured I'd do them all, only I can't...anyways! Thanks again for the reviews!! *grins* Oh and the last chapter title was supposed to come out like this *C*urprises, because Harry got quidditch captain badge...yups sad I know!
Disclaimer- Still not J.K. simple as that, thus I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any profit by producing this story.
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Harry awoke suddenly with a cold sweat. He glanced at the clock to find that it was four in the morning. During the summer four was the latest he slept, the sooner he woke up the sooner he could be away from his plagued dreams and the chance of Voldemort taking over his actions. Harry had been practicing Occulumency but was making little progress considering he had no one to do the spell for him, so he practiced what he could and tried to clear his mind every night before he went to sleep; it didn't work. Every night he slept you could guarantee that he would be awoken by his dreams of Sirius, Cedric, Voldemort, you choose.
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Harry shook his head and got up. Hedwig as of late barely left his room anymore at night she stayed as if to keep him company during the time he lay awake thinking. He crept quietly past her so as not to wake her up but when he walked by she cracked her eye open and ruffled her feathers. Harry sighed and walked normally out the door.
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He stuck his head out to hear if everyone was still snoring, Harry took to avoiding his relatives as often as possible. And after last night he had no desire to meet up with them. He slid into the bathroom and got ready for the day. When he was ready, he went downstairs and made some toast with marmalade and tea and brought it outside to eat.
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Harry was sitting under the shade of a tree in the front yard for sometime now, the sun was well up in the sky so it had to be at least 7:00. If Harry strained his ears enough, he would have been able to hear Aunt Petunia cooking in the kitchen. Harry was thinking and eating his Breakfast and just thinking, he had a lot of time to do that this summer, when suddenly a little girl skipped by. She stopped and smiled at Harry, who smiled back. She giggled and ran off. Harry smiled smugly to himself, lately Harry had been following Dudley's gang to try and help the innocent victims that would be pounded on each day, after all he had nothing to do anyway; why not help someone in need of someone's help?
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The neighborhood kids were no longer afraid of him. He 'protected' them. Harry grinned like an idiot. Not that he liked the extra attention that was drawn to him by the little kids, but they were so cute. When he helped walk home a little boy who would have gotten Dudley's wrath, his little sister bounded up to Harry and hugged him around the knees, it reminded him of Dobby so it was welcomed. Anything that reminded Harry of Hogwarts was welcome.
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Since Dudley came in well after midnight each night, the mornings were Harry's. He could do whatever he wanted in the morning for Dudley woke up well after noon, that's when Harry had priorities.
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He had 'saved' at least three different kids from being beaten on already, and the summer had barely even started.
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Last summer was when Harry decided he would do something about it, he was tired of seeing little kids skirt away from Dudley and when Dudley beat up the 10-year-old Mark Evans that for Harry was the last straw.
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Dudley wouldn't dare touch Harry when he turned up. He was too afraid of him. The other members of Dudley's gang however were a different case. So when Harry told them to leave a little boy Harry had remembered seeing from Magnolia Road alone, Malcolm the oaf went to punch Harry instead. Right when Malcolm's fist was about to collide with Harry's face he caught it and twisted Malcolm's wrist. Harry knew it was from his seeker reactions but none the less Dudley's gang would go the other way whenever Harry came into view.
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Harry moved closer to the window and heard the t.v. being turned on, probably by Uncle Vernon. Harry moved even closer and came to a crouch by the window so that he could see what was on; it was the news. Harry held his breath ever since Voldemort went into the Ministry and made himself known he kept silent no more.
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"Fourteen killed outside the town square in Cambridge, two children twelve adults, reason unknown. As the coroner reported, they had a look of pure terror on their faces. Their vitals were checked and it's reported that they were perfectly healthy, nothing would have caused them to drop dead like this." A woman reporter said shaking her head sadly. "Another string of mysterious murders reminds me of about 15 years back when there were all kinds of deaths like these," A man said sitting next to the woman " enough to make your bones rattle" The women agreed. And the Dursley's shut the television off.
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"BOY" Harry heard Vernon call
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"Yes" Harry said getting up from the window and walking to the front door.
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"Are these deaths the cause of that, that, Lord thingy?" Vernon asked turning red
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"Yes I've already told you, any mysterious deaths are caused by the curse that killed my parents" Harry said frustrated, he hated having to stay in the Dursley's house when people were being injured he could do something, he could help.
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"Well aren't any of your kind doing things to help?" Vernon asked outraged.
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"Yes. Uncle. Vernon." Harry said his temper getting the better of him.
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"Well they certainly aren't doing a good job if people are being killed" Vernon declared as Petunia shook her head in agreement while walking by.
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"I'd like to see you try and stop him then at least we wouldn't lose any more good wizards and witches." Harry spat.
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"What did you say to me?" Vernon asked harshly.
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"You heard me" Harry said raising his voice.
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"Vernon" Aunt Petunia chided loudly as her husband was walking up to Harry in a stalk like manner. Vernon immediately stopped in his tracks.
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"Get out of this house" He said quietly
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"Be glad to" Harry said and walked out the front door slamming it shut behind him.
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Harry walked down Privet Drive and crossed over to Magnolia Crescent, and finally turned into Magnolia Road. He jumped over the fence of the play park and sat on the edge of the sand box. Dudley and the rest of his oafs had managed to knock down the swing that he always sat on.
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Harry hated this place all he wanted to do was leave, he could care less if living with his aunt gave him protection he didn't want protection he wanted to help, he could help. No instead he's forced to save little kids from being bullied on by his cousin.
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Harry still was curious about what Dudley had seen, 'probably all junk food disappearing from the planet' Harry chuckled but suddenly became serious, it couldn't be that so what had made his cousin fall to the floor near fainting? He didn't know and knew no possible way of gaining this information, Dudley would never tell him.
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Not that he cared, he was just curious, "curiosity killed that cat," Harry shook his head, he didn't understand why that thought kept passing through his head. Harry looked down at his wrist and then looked back up, he still didn't get a watch. Maybe he would get it next time he was in Hogsmeade, if he was allowed to go by the time the term started. Dumbledore had already informed Harry that he would not be going to get his supplies this year. Harry looked up to the sky and saw the sun was up in the middle, he got up out of the sandbox and walked to the end of Privet Drive, if his calculations were correct Dudley would be making for Piers' house right now, which meant around the corner.
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The day went by very quickly with Harry following behind them watching for little kids that crossed Dudley's path. He ran into no little kids needing rescuing so he was forced to follow them around and watch them smoke cigarettes, and throw empty liquor bottles at windows of run down houses. He was immensely bored by three o'clock but continued to follow them, what if a little kid got licked right when he left. No, that wasn't the real reason he stayed, it gave him something to do, he didn't have to think of Sirius when he followed them.
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The day ended as all days do and Harry headed back to the Dursley's house since it was night time Dudley and his friends wouldn't beat up little kids because there were no more out. As Harry neared the house, he made a slight detour to Ms.Figg's house.
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"Ms. Figg" Harry said knocking on the door
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"Why hello Harry, what can I do for you" Ms.Figg asked a little surprised to see Harry.
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"Oh, erm, can you tell me what Neville's new owl looks like?" Harry asked making the question up as he went along, he needed a reminder that he belonged somewhere.
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"Oh, well let me see, it's well...brown" Ms.Figg said
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"Oh, is that all?" Harry asked "That's all you can remember?"
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"No boy that's all it was, brown" Ms.Figg snapped "My memory is like this paint" She said indicating the paint on her house, "it never fades"
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"Ok thanks Ms.Figg" Harry said reluctant to point out to her that, yes, paint on a house does fade over the years.
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"Goodnight" Harry responded waving goodbye. Harry wasn't surprised at how Ms.Figg described Neville's owl, because that's what Neville was; plain. Not that it made him any less a friend of Harry's than lets say Fred or George, but that's just how Neville was.
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Harry slowed as he neared the house, he had no desire to be stuck in his room till he fell asleep, it would leave him time to think, and thinking was something that Harry spent way too much of his time doing. He needed to do something exciting, Harry looked around the yard and spotted the tree. The tree just so happened to have a branch that lead right to his window on the side of the house.
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"Brilliant" Harry said grinning as he jumped for the first branch. He had enough experience climbing trees to be sure which branches could support him and which could not. With Marge and her stupid dog, he definitely had experience.
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He got up the tree relatively easy only one problem, when his trainers got stuck in one of the nooks in between two tree branches, but other than that he was doing fine.
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The tricky part was to be the window, how to open it from the outside. It's not like he had the bars on his windows that he did during second year but he was sure Uncle Vernon had replaced the window with a lock that prevented the windows from opening from the outside.
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He reached out and jiggled the window trying to push it back as he did so, no go. He tried pushing down the window and pulling it open; again it didn't budge. Harry then pulled the window up so that the bottom wasn't touching the runner and pulled it open.
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"Damn" Harry cursed under his breath as the window didn't move. He sat down on the branch so that his legs were swinging. Letting his anger out on a twig that he picked from the tree, he began to strip the twig clean of its bark. Harry cracked a smile his twig looked uncannily like his wand.
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"Snap" Harry cracked it in half, throwing it as hard as he could toward the floor. Frowning now he jumped down from a high branch and landed in a crouch on the grass, making as much sound as a mouse makes on Christmas Eve. He didn't know how long he had sat in the tree but apparently it was a bit judging from the fact that there was no light left other than the street lights. He walked slowly back to the house, he opened the door and walked slowly to his room.
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He figured that it would be best if he got a start on his assignments after getting them just yesterday. He looked around the desk and saw his DADA assignment, he went to pick it up but then left it, leave the easy assignments for last. So he went over and picked up his Potions homework, which would easily be his hardest class next year.
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He sat down and started it "write a 2-foot essay on Hellebore and the uses in potion-making." By the time he was done it was exactly two feet, and Dudley had already been home for about an hour. Harry, to put it plainly, was very tired and very hungry.
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He walked slowly downstairs, careful not to step on the third step, that if stepped on would make a horribly loud creak noise and wake up people from two houses down. He walked into the kitchen and was happy to see that there were no Dursley's sitting down and waiting for him.
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He went to the icebox and looked around for something that he could eat. No dinner, they must have gone out to eat. Curious Harry opened the freezer it had contents in it, but nothing that Harry could eat. He looked in the cupboards and found bread and cereal. He made himself a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of cereal, Cheerios®, his favorite. He ate quickly and quietly, after he was done he cleaned his plate and bowl and went up to bed. To be left with his thoughts and nightmares till morning.
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Thanks so much for the reviews:
Rianne- I'm glad you like it *smiles*
ears91- I dunno, but I thought she was a little mean in the 5th book, when Harry was being hit by her bag and things, this chapter I didn't make her to mean ;)
falling-alone- Hmm this should be the 4th chapter up
Arili- Thanks so much! Alright I promise there won't be a lot of cliffies, for some reason I hate writing them...LoL
Kemenran- Sure thing
Missy- Aww Missy!!! *hugs* Thanks so much for reading my story! *beams* LoL if you thought Ms. Figg was funny last chapter wait until this one! ;) Thanks about the letters! I hope you didn't get to emmotional! LoL Just kidding with you!!
Jaximillion- Against Hermione, well in book five I thought Hermione was a little nosy and pushy so she's still going to be that way! Yes I admit I'm a H+G shipper, but it won't come till much later in the end and then I don't really like writing really sappy parts so not much romance! I hope you still read it!!
geezlouise- Thanks Sarah!!! Your too kind I say too kind!! *grins*
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Stay tuned for the next chapter " "
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Au revoir
"Harry Potter and the On Going Struggle"
By SillyGillie
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Summary- Harry Potter's 6th year full of drama, mysteries, angst, and romance. Harry promises never to forget the people he's lost, the year goes on and more people are dying each day. Harry is trying to master his Occulmency along with NEWT classes, some interesting new classes, quidditch training, a new DADA teacher, DA still in progress, and the threat of the Prophecy grows closer each day. I hope you like it.
A/N– I am currently re-posting all of my first chapters, due to numerous grammar related errors!
Authors Note- Thanks so much for all the reviews and everything! Three days and already 12 reviews! Brilliant! You guys are so great, sorry I didn't post last night I was swamped with homework! I think this chapter will also be the last time that I try to attempt html codes! Please ignore the stupid chapter titles! LoL I must admit I'm quite hopeless at them, only for one of the chapters I have a really good idea for it, so I figured I'd do them all, only I can't...anyways! Thanks again for the reviews!! *grins* Oh and the last chapter title was supposed to come out like this *C*urprises, because Harry got quidditch captain badge...yups sad I know!
Disclaimer- Still not J.K. simple as that, thus I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any profit by producing this story.
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Harry awoke suddenly with a cold sweat. He glanced at the clock to find that it was four in the morning. During the summer four was the latest he slept, the sooner he woke up the sooner he could be away from his plagued dreams and the chance of Voldemort taking over his actions. Harry had been practicing Occulumency but was making little progress considering he had no one to do the spell for him, so he practiced what he could and tried to clear his mind every night before he went to sleep; it didn't work. Every night he slept you could guarantee that he would be awoken by his dreams of Sirius, Cedric, Voldemort, you choose.
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Harry shook his head and got up. Hedwig as of late barely left his room anymore at night she stayed as if to keep him company during the time he lay awake thinking. He crept quietly past her so as not to wake her up but when he walked by she cracked her eye open and ruffled her feathers. Harry sighed and walked normally out the door.
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He stuck his head out to hear if everyone was still snoring, Harry took to avoiding his relatives as often as possible. And after last night he had no desire to meet up with them. He slid into the bathroom and got ready for the day. When he was ready, he went downstairs and made some toast with marmalade and tea and brought it outside to eat.
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Harry was sitting under the shade of a tree in the front yard for sometime now, the sun was well up in the sky so it had to be at least 7:00. If Harry strained his ears enough, he would have been able to hear Aunt Petunia cooking in the kitchen. Harry was thinking and eating his Breakfast and just thinking, he had a lot of time to do that this summer, when suddenly a little girl skipped by. She stopped and smiled at Harry, who smiled back. She giggled and ran off. Harry smiled smugly to himself, lately Harry had been following Dudley's gang to try and help the innocent victims that would be pounded on each day, after all he had nothing to do anyway; why not help someone in need of someone's help?
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The neighborhood kids were no longer afraid of him. He 'protected' them. Harry grinned like an idiot. Not that he liked the extra attention that was drawn to him by the little kids, but they were so cute. When he helped walk home a little boy who would have gotten Dudley's wrath, his little sister bounded up to Harry and hugged him around the knees, it reminded him of Dobby so it was welcomed. Anything that reminded Harry of Hogwarts was welcome.
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Since Dudley came in well after midnight each night, the mornings were Harry's. He could do whatever he wanted in the morning for Dudley woke up well after noon, that's when Harry had priorities.
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He had 'saved' at least three different kids from being beaten on already, and the summer had barely even started.
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Last summer was when Harry decided he would do something about it, he was tired of seeing little kids skirt away from Dudley and when Dudley beat up the 10-year-old Mark Evans that for Harry was the last straw.
`
Dudley wouldn't dare touch Harry when he turned up. He was too afraid of him. The other members of Dudley's gang however were a different case. So when Harry told them to leave a little boy Harry had remembered seeing from Magnolia Road alone, Malcolm the oaf went to punch Harry instead. Right when Malcolm's fist was about to collide with Harry's face he caught it and twisted Malcolm's wrist. Harry knew it was from his seeker reactions but none the less Dudley's gang would go the other way whenever Harry came into view.
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Harry moved closer to the window and heard the t.v. being turned on, probably by Uncle Vernon. Harry moved even closer and came to a crouch by the window so that he could see what was on; it was the news. Harry held his breath ever since Voldemort went into the Ministry and made himself known he kept silent no more.
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"Fourteen killed outside the town square in Cambridge, two children twelve adults, reason unknown. As the coroner reported, they had a look of pure terror on their faces. Their vitals were checked and it's reported that they were perfectly healthy, nothing would have caused them to drop dead like this." A woman reporter said shaking her head sadly. "Another string of mysterious murders reminds me of about 15 years back when there were all kinds of deaths like these," A man said sitting next to the woman " enough to make your bones rattle" The women agreed. And the Dursley's shut the television off.
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"BOY" Harry heard Vernon call
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"Yes" Harry said getting up from the window and walking to the front door.
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"Are these deaths the cause of that, that, Lord thingy?" Vernon asked turning red
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"Yes I've already told you, any mysterious deaths are caused by the curse that killed my parents" Harry said frustrated, he hated having to stay in the Dursley's house when people were being injured he could do something, he could help.
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"Well aren't any of your kind doing things to help?" Vernon asked outraged.
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"Yes. Uncle. Vernon." Harry said his temper getting the better of him.
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"Well they certainly aren't doing a good job if people are being killed" Vernon declared as Petunia shook her head in agreement while walking by.
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"I'd like to see you try and stop him then at least we wouldn't lose any more good wizards and witches." Harry spat.
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"What did you say to me?" Vernon asked harshly.
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"You heard me" Harry said raising his voice.
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"Vernon" Aunt Petunia chided loudly as her husband was walking up to Harry in a stalk like manner. Vernon immediately stopped in his tracks.
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"Get out of this house" He said quietly
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"Be glad to" Harry said and walked out the front door slamming it shut behind him.
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Harry walked down Privet Drive and crossed over to Magnolia Crescent, and finally turned into Magnolia Road. He jumped over the fence of the play park and sat on the edge of the sand box. Dudley and the rest of his oafs had managed to knock down the swing that he always sat on.
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Harry hated this place all he wanted to do was leave, he could care less if living with his aunt gave him protection he didn't want protection he wanted to help, he could help. No instead he's forced to save little kids from being bullied on by his cousin.
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Harry still was curious about what Dudley had seen, 'probably all junk food disappearing from the planet' Harry chuckled but suddenly became serious, it couldn't be that so what had made his cousin fall to the floor near fainting? He didn't know and knew no possible way of gaining this information, Dudley would never tell him.
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Not that he cared, he was just curious, "curiosity killed that cat," Harry shook his head, he didn't understand why that thought kept passing through his head. Harry looked down at his wrist and then looked back up, he still didn't get a watch. Maybe he would get it next time he was in Hogsmeade, if he was allowed to go by the time the term started. Dumbledore had already informed Harry that he would not be going to get his supplies this year. Harry looked up to the sky and saw the sun was up in the middle, he got up out of the sandbox and walked to the end of Privet Drive, if his calculations were correct Dudley would be making for Piers' house right now, which meant around the corner.
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The day went by very quickly with Harry following behind them watching for little kids that crossed Dudley's path. He ran into no little kids needing rescuing so he was forced to follow them around and watch them smoke cigarettes, and throw empty liquor bottles at windows of run down houses. He was immensely bored by three o'clock but continued to follow them, what if a little kid got licked right when he left. No, that wasn't the real reason he stayed, it gave him something to do, he didn't have to think of Sirius when he followed them.
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The day ended as all days do and Harry headed back to the Dursley's house since it was night time Dudley and his friends wouldn't beat up little kids because there were no more out. As Harry neared the house, he made a slight detour to Ms.Figg's house.
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"Ms. Figg" Harry said knocking on the door
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"Why hello Harry, what can I do for you" Ms.Figg asked a little surprised to see Harry.
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"Oh, erm, can you tell me what Neville's new owl looks like?" Harry asked making the question up as he went along, he needed a reminder that he belonged somewhere.
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"Oh, well let me see, it's well...brown" Ms.Figg said
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"Oh, is that all?" Harry asked "That's all you can remember?"
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"No boy that's all it was, brown" Ms.Figg snapped "My memory is like this paint" She said indicating the paint on her house, "it never fades"
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"Ok thanks Ms.Figg" Harry said reluctant to point out to her that, yes, paint on a house does fade over the years.
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"Goodnight" Harry responded waving goodbye. Harry wasn't surprised at how Ms.Figg described Neville's owl, because that's what Neville was; plain. Not that it made him any less a friend of Harry's than lets say Fred or George, but that's just how Neville was.
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Harry slowed as he neared the house, he had no desire to be stuck in his room till he fell asleep, it would leave him time to think, and thinking was something that Harry spent way too much of his time doing. He needed to do something exciting, Harry looked around the yard and spotted the tree. The tree just so happened to have a branch that lead right to his window on the side of the house.
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"Brilliant" Harry said grinning as he jumped for the first branch. He had enough experience climbing trees to be sure which branches could support him and which could not. With Marge and her stupid dog, he definitely had experience.
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He got up the tree relatively easy only one problem, when his trainers got stuck in one of the nooks in between two tree branches, but other than that he was doing fine.
`
The tricky part was to be the window, how to open it from the outside. It's not like he had the bars on his windows that he did during second year but he was sure Uncle Vernon had replaced the window with a lock that prevented the windows from opening from the outside.
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He reached out and jiggled the window trying to push it back as he did so, no go. He tried pushing down the window and pulling it open; again it didn't budge. Harry then pulled the window up so that the bottom wasn't touching the runner and pulled it open.
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"Damn" Harry cursed under his breath as the window didn't move. He sat down on the branch so that his legs were swinging. Letting his anger out on a twig that he picked from the tree, he began to strip the twig clean of its bark. Harry cracked a smile his twig looked uncannily like his wand.
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"Snap" Harry cracked it in half, throwing it as hard as he could toward the floor. Frowning now he jumped down from a high branch and landed in a crouch on the grass, making as much sound as a mouse makes on Christmas Eve. He didn't know how long he had sat in the tree but apparently it was a bit judging from the fact that there was no light left other than the street lights. He walked slowly back to the house, he opened the door and walked slowly to his room.
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He figured that it would be best if he got a start on his assignments after getting them just yesterday. He looked around the desk and saw his DADA assignment, he went to pick it up but then left it, leave the easy assignments for last. So he went over and picked up his Potions homework, which would easily be his hardest class next year.
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He sat down and started it "write a 2-foot essay on Hellebore and the uses in potion-making." By the time he was done it was exactly two feet, and Dudley had already been home for about an hour. Harry, to put it plainly, was very tired and very hungry.
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He walked slowly downstairs, careful not to step on the third step, that if stepped on would make a horribly loud creak noise and wake up people from two houses down. He walked into the kitchen and was happy to see that there were no Dursley's sitting down and waiting for him.
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He went to the icebox and looked around for something that he could eat. No dinner, they must have gone out to eat. Curious Harry opened the freezer it had contents in it, but nothing that Harry could eat. He looked in the cupboards and found bread and cereal. He made himself a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of cereal, Cheerios®, his favorite. He ate quickly and quietly, after he was done he cleaned his plate and bowl and went up to bed. To be left with his thoughts and nightmares till morning.
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Thanks so much for the reviews:
Rianne- I'm glad you like it *smiles*
ears91- I dunno, but I thought she was a little mean in the 5th book, when Harry was being hit by her bag and things, this chapter I didn't make her to mean ;)
falling-alone- Hmm this should be the 4th chapter up
Arili- Thanks so much! Alright I promise there won't be a lot of cliffies, for some reason I hate writing them...LoL
Kemenran- Sure thing
Missy- Aww Missy!!! *hugs* Thanks so much for reading my story! *beams* LoL if you thought Ms. Figg was funny last chapter wait until this one! ;) Thanks about the letters! I hope you didn't get to emmotional! LoL Just kidding with you!!
Jaximillion- Against Hermione, well in book five I thought Hermione was a little nosy and pushy so she's still going to be that way! Yes I admit I'm a H+G shipper, but it won't come till much later in the end and then I don't really like writing really sappy parts so not much romance! I hope you still read it!!
geezlouise- Thanks Sarah!!! Your too kind I say too kind!! *grins*
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Stay tuned for the next chapter " "
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Au revoir
