This is my first time writing a fanfic. Please R&R. I want to know what you think about it and I would appreciate if anyone would point out the spelling mistakes or grammar. If there are people reading this, I will write more. For now, I will only post this chapter.
Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters and never will. I am just writing this from my view.
Chapter One
The Owl Posts
At the house of number four, Privet Drive, a boy was lying on his bed for the last two hours with his mind occupied with the thoughts of the things that had happened ever since his return. This boy is different in so many ways for he is Harry Potter, the boy who lived. So far, he had escaped Voldemort five times already. He is skinny besides having grown taller all through the summer. He had lost his weight from depriving himself from food and barely even went downstairs every time his aunt called him. The loss of Sirius made him feel responsible for not learning Occlumency and his stomach lurched with every thought of it.
Suddenly, he heard a tap at his window and saw Hedwig. With her was some letters from Hermione, Ron, Lupin, Hagrid, Hogwarts and one from The Ministry of Magic. Harry decided to open the letter from Hermione first.
Dear Harry,
I hope that you are safe when this letter comes to you. I hope that you are still not blaming yourself for Sirius' death. Anyway you look at it; it is still not your fault. It is Voldemort's fault, not yours. By the time you received this letter, I might have already returned to London. I spent my summer at my grandmother's who lives in Scotland. I do hope you are alright. Ron and I had been really worried about you. Well since that is done, I want to wish you Happy Birthday. I bought you a gift and I thought you might like it.
Love from Hermione
Harry saw a parcel next to him that he hadn't noticed before. Knowing Hermione, she surely had bought him a book. Sure enough, when he tore open the wrapping, he saw a book, entitled 'The Art of Defence Against the Dark Arts: Expect the Unexpected'. None the less, he was happy Hermione had bought him the book after flipping through the pages. The next letter was from Ron. Harry tore open the envelope and read it almost instantly.
Dear Harry,
I know you still blame yourself for what happened at the ministry. The thing is that Harry; it really isn't your fault. You should stop blaming yourself. But that is not the only reason I wrote this letter to you. I want to wish you Happy Birthday. I thought about giving your present now, but thought better of it. Instead, I'll give it to you when you reach here. Dad's coming to get you tomorrow at seven. Be ready because we're leaving as soon as we can.
Ron
Next, Harry opened the letter from Lupin.
Dear Harry,
I hope the Dursleys are treating you right. I have been worried about you. Whatever happens, don't leave the Dursleys. Wait for Mr. Weasley to come and get you.
From Lupin
The letter from Hagrid had the same content as from Ron and Hermione while the letter from Hogwarts was just the same as always containing a list of books and telling him the train leaving from platform nine and three quarters at September the first. Then, Harry saw the letter from the ministry. He opened it slowly, with a heavy heart. He was so nervous but he has to know whether he had the right amount of OWLs to be an auror. Taking a deep breath, Harry read the letter.
Dear Mr. Harry James Potter,
We are pleased to inform you the results for your Ordinary Wizarding Levels examination.
Below are the results from you Ordinary Wizarding Levels;
Astronomy - Acceptable
Care of Magical Creatures - Outstanding
Defence Against the Dark Arts - Outstanding
Divination - Poor
Herbology - Exceeds Expectation
History of Magic - Acceptable
Potions - Outstanding
Transfiguration - Outstanding
extra credit
Congratulations, Mr. Potter. You have received the required amount of OWLs to continue your chosen career path, Auror.
Sincerely, Madam Griselda Marchbanks Head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority
Harry was relieved to find that he had passed the required OWLs to be an Auror. He got up and packed his trunk so that he would be ready the next day when Mr. Weasley arrives. Afterwards when he had finished packing, he went to sleep feeling slightly better than he did in the last couple of days.
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Harry drifted off into an uneasy sleep. First he dreamt about Sirius falling through the veil. Then, he dreamt about Voldemort. In the dream, he saw himself standing in a dark room. There, he saw a figure moving towards him. Suddenly, his scar seared with pain and Harry could see a pair of slit like red eyes staring at him when he looked up. He could hear a cackling laughter and he realised who the person or thing is; Voldemort.
Well, who have we got here, if it isn't Harry Potter. The last time you escaped me by mere luck. I will never let that happen again. You could be sure of that. The time is near Harry Potter. Soon, I will have you destroyed and I will once again rise above all. You can do nothing to stop me. I assure you. Then, Harry heard Voldemort sending a curse, the Crustacius Curse. He was late in ducking the curse. Harry could feel the pain and it felt like white hot knives stabbing him and he writhed on to the ground. With that, Harry woke up with a jolt.
Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters and never will. I am just writing this from my view.
Chapter One
The Owl Posts
At the house of number four, Privet Drive, a boy was lying on his bed for the last two hours with his mind occupied with the thoughts of the things that had happened ever since his return. This boy is different in so many ways for he is Harry Potter, the boy who lived. So far, he had escaped Voldemort five times already. He is skinny besides having grown taller all through the summer. He had lost his weight from depriving himself from food and barely even went downstairs every time his aunt called him. The loss of Sirius made him feel responsible for not learning Occlumency and his stomach lurched with every thought of it.
Suddenly, he heard a tap at his window and saw Hedwig. With her was some letters from Hermione, Ron, Lupin, Hagrid, Hogwarts and one from The Ministry of Magic. Harry decided to open the letter from Hermione first.
Dear Harry,
I hope that you are safe when this letter comes to you. I hope that you are still not blaming yourself for Sirius' death. Anyway you look at it; it is still not your fault. It is Voldemort's fault, not yours. By the time you received this letter, I might have already returned to London. I spent my summer at my grandmother's who lives in Scotland. I do hope you are alright. Ron and I had been really worried about you. Well since that is done, I want to wish you Happy Birthday. I bought you a gift and I thought you might like it.
Love from Hermione
Harry saw a parcel next to him that he hadn't noticed before. Knowing Hermione, she surely had bought him a book. Sure enough, when he tore open the wrapping, he saw a book, entitled 'The Art of Defence Against the Dark Arts: Expect the Unexpected'. None the less, he was happy Hermione had bought him the book after flipping through the pages. The next letter was from Ron. Harry tore open the envelope and read it almost instantly.
Dear Harry,
I know you still blame yourself for what happened at the ministry. The thing is that Harry; it really isn't your fault. You should stop blaming yourself. But that is not the only reason I wrote this letter to you. I want to wish you Happy Birthday. I thought about giving your present now, but thought better of it. Instead, I'll give it to you when you reach here. Dad's coming to get you tomorrow at seven. Be ready because we're leaving as soon as we can.
Ron
Next, Harry opened the letter from Lupin.
Dear Harry,
I hope the Dursleys are treating you right. I have been worried about you. Whatever happens, don't leave the Dursleys. Wait for Mr. Weasley to come and get you.
From Lupin
The letter from Hagrid had the same content as from Ron and Hermione while the letter from Hogwarts was just the same as always containing a list of books and telling him the train leaving from platform nine and three quarters at September the first. Then, Harry saw the letter from the ministry. He opened it slowly, with a heavy heart. He was so nervous but he has to know whether he had the right amount of OWLs to be an auror. Taking a deep breath, Harry read the letter.
Dear Mr. Harry James Potter,
We are pleased to inform you the results for your Ordinary Wizarding Levels examination.
Below are the results from you Ordinary Wizarding Levels;
Astronomy - Acceptable
Care of Magical Creatures - Outstanding
Defence Against the Dark Arts - Outstanding
Divination - Poor
Herbology - Exceeds Expectation
History of Magic - Acceptable
Potions - Outstanding
Transfiguration - Outstanding
extra credit
Congratulations, Mr. Potter. You have received the required amount of OWLs to continue your chosen career path, Auror.
Sincerely, Madam Griselda Marchbanks Head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority
Harry was relieved to find that he had passed the required OWLs to be an Auror. He got up and packed his trunk so that he would be ready the next day when Mr. Weasley arrives. Afterwards when he had finished packing, he went to sleep feeling slightly better than he did in the last couple of days.
=====================================
Harry drifted off into an uneasy sleep. First he dreamt about Sirius falling through the veil. Then, he dreamt about Voldemort. In the dream, he saw himself standing in a dark room. There, he saw a figure moving towards him. Suddenly, his scar seared with pain and Harry could see a pair of slit like red eyes staring at him when he looked up. He could hear a cackling laughter and he realised who the person or thing is; Voldemort.
Well, who have we got here, if it isn't Harry Potter. The last time you escaped me by mere luck. I will never let that happen again. You could be sure of that. The time is near Harry Potter. Soon, I will have you destroyed and I will once again rise above all. You can do nothing to stop me. I assure you. Then, Harry heard Voldemort sending a curse, the Crustacius Curse. He was late in ducking the curse. Harry could feel the pain and it felt like white hot knives stabbing him and he writhed on to the ground. With that, Harry woke up with a jolt.