A/N Oooohhhh....so many reviews!!!! Okay, since you asked, I'll post more.
Thank you every one!!! I've never gotten so many reviews in such a short
time before!!! And Pheonix Fire- you'll see what I meant about "notability"
in the next chapter. Or maybe the chapter after that. Depends on how far I
get. Yes, he still defeated Voldemort, but I thought of something that I
hope will make the story more intriguing. So, on with the chapter!!!
CH1: A Slightly Unusual Day in the Life of....
It was dark. They ran on and on up the stairs, trying to escape the green light. The woman held him tighter in her arms as she ducked into a side room. She rocked him slowly back in forth, whispering that everything would be okay, until the green light engulfed her as well. A tall creature with red eyes turned on him. A rush of speeding death started to fly to him--but it never came. A bright glow surrounded him and there was an immense pain in his forehead....
"Wake up, Harry!" The boy in question sat straight up in bed, dazed. It took a pillow straight to the face to snap him out of it. "Finally, we'll be late for breakfast."
Harry Potter, age ten, snapped to attention at the mention of food. "Hold on, I'll meet you down there." His bunkmate, Nicholas Magna, just nodded his head and left. Harry wiped his forehead. He hated that dream. As much as he tried, he couldn't remember where it came from. Miss Weston said it was probably an old movie he'd seen. Somehow, he didn't think so.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, Harry pulled on a pair of jeans and a green sweater, then headed off to breakfast.
The halls of Oakwood's Children Home were fairly crowded this morning. Many people waved to him as he ambled down to the Cafeteria. Harry had made quite a name for himself here, being the only person anyone could remember to be able to pull off a prank on Mrs. Starters, the history teacher at the school down the street the children attended. Although, according to him, it hadn't been hard to fill her car with chocolate pudding.
Upon reaching the caf, he slid into a seat next to his best friend, Amanda Carel. Manda had been at the Children Home almost as long as Harry himself had, coming a year and one-half after. "Morning", he yawned, helping himself to a bagel and some orange juice.
"Good morning, sleepyhead", Manda said, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Sleep well."
"Alright. You?"
"Fine. You didn't have that dream again, did you?" She gave him a concerned look.
"Yeah, but oh well. What are we doing today?", he asked trying to change the subject. Amanda noticed this, but went on anyway.
"Elle's uncle sent her some more CDs. She wants us to stop by and listen to them." "Great! Let's get going." Eleanor Bentley was their other best friend. She lived down the street. Unlike them, she was not an orphan. On the contrary, she had 5 siblings and both her parents. The Bentleys had just moved in two years ago from America and every couple of weeks or so her uncle would send over new CDs and tapes for her collection.
The two wolfed their breakfasts and took off down Sweet Lane towards Elle's house. They spent the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing and planning all the tricks they could pull for the coming school year. Elle and Manda also took great pleasure in tormenting Harry that it was his 11th birthday the next day and how their 'little boy was growing up'.
It was well past sundown by the time they left. Knowing full well how much trouble they'd be in for staying out so late, the two children snuck back through the window. The others living in the home took no notice of this- Harry and Manda did it all the time. Of course, maybe this time they weren't so lucky.
"Miss Weston is looking for you.", came a snobby voice from above them. Looking up, Harry saw Nicole Brennle, the most stuck-up person he had ever met. And, she was terribly jealous of Harry. You see, for as long as he could remember he had been at the top of his class with Nicole right behind him. He had a great memory for facts and theories, and could go from Step A to Step D automatically in a problem. But, no matter how hard she studied, Nicole could never pass him. This irritated her to no end.
"Really, how long?", he asked, noncommitally.
"About an hour. You're really in trouble now." She couldn't disguise the gleeful tone in her voice.
But Harry just shrugged. He had been called to Miss Weston's office a million times. "See you later.", he said to Manda.
Harry Potter set of down the hall, trying to figure out exactly why he was being summoned. 'I haven't pulled any pranks on her lately, have I? No, at least not ones I haven't already been punished for. Maybe the shaving cream under Mike Gallows' bedspread?' He mused silently as he reached the Oakwood Headmistress's office. Tapping three times, he was called in. All his pranks were pushed out the window at what he saw before him.
A/N: Alright, a new chapter. I should probably explain something to you. My theory is that if Harry hadn't grown up with the Dursleys, who squashed all his abilities and fun, that he would have become more like his father--- mischievous and very smart (after all, he was Head Boy). So, in my story, that is how he is. Please Review everyone.
CH1: A Slightly Unusual Day in the Life of....
It was dark. They ran on and on up the stairs, trying to escape the green light. The woman held him tighter in her arms as she ducked into a side room. She rocked him slowly back in forth, whispering that everything would be okay, until the green light engulfed her as well. A tall creature with red eyes turned on him. A rush of speeding death started to fly to him--but it never came. A bright glow surrounded him and there was an immense pain in his forehead....
"Wake up, Harry!" The boy in question sat straight up in bed, dazed. It took a pillow straight to the face to snap him out of it. "Finally, we'll be late for breakfast."
Harry Potter, age ten, snapped to attention at the mention of food. "Hold on, I'll meet you down there." His bunkmate, Nicholas Magna, just nodded his head and left. Harry wiped his forehead. He hated that dream. As much as he tried, he couldn't remember where it came from. Miss Weston said it was probably an old movie he'd seen. Somehow, he didn't think so.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, Harry pulled on a pair of jeans and a green sweater, then headed off to breakfast.
The halls of Oakwood's Children Home were fairly crowded this morning. Many people waved to him as he ambled down to the Cafeteria. Harry had made quite a name for himself here, being the only person anyone could remember to be able to pull off a prank on Mrs. Starters, the history teacher at the school down the street the children attended. Although, according to him, it hadn't been hard to fill her car with chocolate pudding.
Upon reaching the caf, he slid into a seat next to his best friend, Amanda Carel. Manda had been at the Children Home almost as long as Harry himself had, coming a year and one-half after. "Morning", he yawned, helping himself to a bagel and some orange juice.
"Good morning, sleepyhead", Manda said, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Sleep well."
"Alright. You?"
"Fine. You didn't have that dream again, did you?" She gave him a concerned look.
"Yeah, but oh well. What are we doing today?", he asked trying to change the subject. Amanda noticed this, but went on anyway.
"Elle's uncle sent her some more CDs. She wants us to stop by and listen to them." "Great! Let's get going." Eleanor Bentley was their other best friend. She lived down the street. Unlike them, she was not an orphan. On the contrary, she had 5 siblings and both her parents. The Bentleys had just moved in two years ago from America and every couple of weeks or so her uncle would send over new CDs and tapes for her collection.
The two wolfed their breakfasts and took off down Sweet Lane towards Elle's house. They spent the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing and planning all the tricks they could pull for the coming school year. Elle and Manda also took great pleasure in tormenting Harry that it was his 11th birthday the next day and how their 'little boy was growing up'.
It was well past sundown by the time they left. Knowing full well how much trouble they'd be in for staying out so late, the two children snuck back through the window. The others living in the home took no notice of this- Harry and Manda did it all the time. Of course, maybe this time they weren't so lucky.
"Miss Weston is looking for you.", came a snobby voice from above them. Looking up, Harry saw Nicole Brennle, the most stuck-up person he had ever met. And, she was terribly jealous of Harry. You see, for as long as he could remember he had been at the top of his class with Nicole right behind him. He had a great memory for facts and theories, and could go from Step A to Step D automatically in a problem. But, no matter how hard she studied, Nicole could never pass him. This irritated her to no end.
"Really, how long?", he asked, noncommitally.
"About an hour. You're really in trouble now." She couldn't disguise the gleeful tone in her voice.
But Harry just shrugged. He had been called to Miss Weston's office a million times. "See you later.", he said to Manda.
Harry Potter set of down the hall, trying to figure out exactly why he was being summoned. 'I haven't pulled any pranks on her lately, have I? No, at least not ones I haven't already been punished for. Maybe the shaving cream under Mike Gallows' bedspread?' He mused silently as he reached the Oakwood Headmistress's office. Tapping three times, he was called in. All his pranks were pushed out the window at what he saw before him.
A/N: Alright, a new chapter. I should probably explain something to you. My theory is that if Harry hadn't grown up with the Dursleys, who squashed all his abilities and fun, that he would have become more like his father--- mischievous and very smart (after all, he was Head Boy). So, in my story, that is how he is. Please Review everyone.
