A/N: OMG! It's been so long since I updated! I can't believe it! Okay, so just over a week, but it still seems like ages! But I do have an excuse! My parents decided to take me over ninety miles away from home with them (family holidays suck) and I didn't have access to a comp to write anything. That's the last holiday I take with them!
Oh, and I keep forgetting to do this. I need to thank a couple of people, namely StryderDarkwynd and Zaraky. They've both helped me out with this, only I kept forgetting to give them credit for the ideas they gave me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I would have I had made that perfectly clear now!
Chapter 24
Harry moaned and sat up, clutching his head in his agony. He had one hell of a hangover, and he could barely remember what had happened the previous night.
Frowning he thought back to the night before, straining as hard as he could to remember, and slowly it came back to him. Everyone had been at Grimmauld Place for Christmas, and he'd managed to avoid any fight with Ron all of the day, then... He couldn't remember much, only that he had had a lot of butterbeer, and a bit of firewhiskey as well, getting thoroughly pissed, and then... something had happened, he was sure of it. But what was-
Harry looked down at the sudden movement on the bed beside him and saw that Bella had stirred. Then it hit him. He and Bella had gotten together in their drunken states and then... it was a blank, though he could have a pretty good guess on what had happened considering how they had ended up, and how friendly they had been acting in their drunkenness.
Harry got up quickly, not wanting to still be in bed when Bella woke up, just in case she had a better memory of what had taken place than he had, and wasn't too pleased about it, and walked down to the kitchen.
He sighed, realising that there wasn't much for him to collect his thoughts whilst he was insides. He grabbed a piece of parchment quickly, and scribbled a note ('Gone flying, be back later') before standing on the window ledge nearby and jumping out, changing in mid-fall, knowing full well how stupid and dangerous it must look to anyone who just happened to be watching at that point. He didn't care though. It always felt best, and not to mention easier, to transform in midair. He didn't know why, though he supposed it could have been from the adrenalin rush of the fall, but it helped regardless.
Harry trilled happily as he hovered outside Grimmauld Place, his wings moving at a much faster speed than any other bird. He darted about a bit, still not travelling far, then he spotted one a window opening from number ten, and he flew off, not wanting anyone, least of all a muggle, to see his golden feathers and bright red eyes.
1st August, 1969
i can't believe this. My parents are forcing me to stay here for the entire summer! No, i mean physically forcing me. I HATE THEM! They've threatened to do God-Only-Knows to me if i don't stay until i get back to Hogwarts. i can't believe this! i always knew they were pricks and bastards, but this is going a bit far!
Regulas has been a right pain, constantly following me around. Bet me parents put him up to it. Probably want to make sure they catch me sneaking out to Moony, Wormtail or Prongs'. As if i'd get the chance.
Kreachur's following me around quite a bit too, when he's cleaning and cooking and stuff, though my parents have forbidden him from cleaning my room. Which is another reason why i hate my parents. They say that if i can't keep my room clean by myself then it won't be cleaned. OK, so i can live in my room, even if it is a total pigsty, but it's the principal of the thing!
Me cousins are here, along with my aunt and uncle. Both Bellatrix and Narcissa are being complete and utter brat, like they always have since we started Hogwarts. i swear, sometimes they can be even more annoying than my brat of a brother! i onestly find it imposible to believe that Bellatrix the same age as me, and Narcissa's only a few months younger! If anything, i'd say they were both five! Andromeda's not so bad, even if she is two years younger than Narcissa. least she acts her age.
On a brighter note, i've narrowed down my possibilities of things i could do to get disowned down to six. Here they are:
1. Blow up the house (drastic, but probably worth it, even though i would probably get expelled)
2. Get expelled (not favourable, cause i wouldn't be able to do magic, but if it meant i wold be part of this family anymore then bring it on!)
3. Marry a muggle or muggleborn (would work like a charm, but it's have to be for something real to stop me from dating)
4. Get several members of the family arrested (sounds fun!)
5. Destroy most of the family heirlooms (which i'm determined to do at some point anyway)
6. Run away from home to either Moony, Wormtail or Prongs' (not totaly foolproof)
So they're my current options. Not many, but that's a good thing. Means it'll be easier to decide. i will get disowned though. i'm sure of it.
Ehno chuckled lightly as he read an entry in an empty room in twelve Grimmauld Place, though not because it was amusing, but rather because it was so damn obvious. It held what he had been searching for ever since he had arrived in England, and it seemed so obvious. So damn obvious.
Bella turned over in her sleep, reaching her hand over to the opposite side of the bed, only to find it empty. 'It wasn't empty before' her subconscious told her, waking her a moment later, her head giving her immense pain from the handover she seemed to have acquired from the vast amounts of alcohol she had had the previous night. There was a lesson to be learnt from it, she was sure, but her hangover seemed to be inhibiting her ability to think straight and focus on one thing for too long without giving her a burst of pain.
"Fu-" she began to groan, but was cut off by a pounding at the door which only added to the pounding that was going on inside her own head. "What do you want?" she yelled to who ever it was, not feeling in the least bit sociable.
"Have you seen Harry?" Sirius' voice came through the door, laced with worry.
"No," she said bluntly, trying to get rid of her cousin as quickly as possible while she tried to find the hangover cure that she knew should have been beside her bed. "Why?"
"He's not anywhere in the house," Sirius' voice came again as her hand touched a piece of parchment.
"Oh," she called through the door as she read the note. "He's okay! I just found a note from him, he's gone flying!"
"Okay," she heard Sirius say, and his footsteps retreated down the hall. Then they stopped for a couple of seconds, before staring again, this time faster, as if he was running, and getting louder as he approached then burst in the room, anger aparent in his eyes. "Why did Harry leave a note in here?"
"I don't kn-" she said before it all came rushing back to her. The Christmas cheer, Harry, alcohol and lots of it, Harry, a vodka, firewhiskey and butterbeer combination, coming on to Harry, more alcohol, some things that she really should have done with someone less than half her age and her cousin's godson, and so much more. Then she saw Sirius' face, and knew immediately that he had guessed what had happened by her face. "Oh shit."
A/N: Why do I get the idea that this is a short chapter? Besides the fact that it is of course? Oh, and the spelling and grammar mistakes in the diary bit are deliberate, before anyone asks. I am not deliberately portraying Sirius as stupid, nor is it a mistake, but I know for a fact that when writing things down on paper, possibly at speed, you can quite easily mis-spell words, or miss them out entirely, and usually, grammar can be totally wrong. Okay, that's that bit out of the way, now onto the review responses.
Be0t: Thanks! I don't think I have either, but, if you think about it, a snidget suits Harry quite a bit.
TimGold: Oh, so that's why loads of people have put those names as Ron and Sirius' middle names. I suppose it makes sense.
A. Person: Lol! A snidget is a small bird (suits Harry, wouldn't you say?) with red eyes and golden feathers (do I really have to point out that they're Gryffindor colours?) which can fly with amazing speed and agility (another link to Harry) that was hunted to near extinction thanks to the sport of Quidditch. And here's the cookie for the Evanescence lyrics! ::throws cookies::
The Vampire Story Hunter: Meh.
Ryua Malfoy: Lol, okay, less cliffies (though I have virtually none anyway). And for a brief description of a snidget look at A. Person's review response.
SiriusRulz14: I don't think anyone but me was thinking snidget when they thought what Harry might turn into.
Lek Nufrac: Lol! Hypocrite! Look at A. Person's review response if you really want to know.
NateP: Okay, and yes, he is.
Amscray: No, a snidget is not a snail midget. It's a bird. And yep. I've spotted the similarities between HP and LotR too, lots of people have. In fact, I got my description of Tanhisial from it. ::giggles:: I don't know why, but every time I here the whole 'arrow in the eye' story it makes me laugh (possibly due to a comic strip picture I once saw about it... 'Bullseye!'). I definitely know about Lady Jane Grey though. I spend way too much time reading up on history. AND HERMIONE WILL NOT SIDE WITH THAT PRICK! Sorry, I just really hate Ron.
Shadowface: Okies!
Ossini: ::sticks tongue out:: Make me!
Krissy Riddle: Thanks! And yes, it was. I 'borrowed' it.
Topsta: I will get more and more in from now on, especially because of this chapter.
Mark Turnlach: And another.
NatalieJ: Year 11 sounds horrible. But that could be because my brother exaggerated it last year. Yeah, long chapters usually do take ages to get out… so I settle for short!
Potts: But it got me more reviews than normal!
Sharap'n Princess: Lol! Hey! The sharp stick thing gives me an idea for a fic about the sole way to defeat Voldemort!
Scary-Girly: If I'm a pervert you should start reading slash. It can truly change you mind about what is perverted and what isn't. Though there's an extremely large possibility you aren't reading this, because you only review the first chapter, so I could call you all sorts of names and you wouldn't know, now would you?
