Coming Back
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my pride and my plot but I'd trade them for a new bag.
Chapter one: Just a normal boy?
The sun was setting over Surrey. All the children that had been out enjoying the sun with their friends were saying goodbye to each other before going their separate ways. Nothing out of the ordinary. The odd barbecue here and there. Life was good (and normal) for the residents of Privet Drive. But there is always one exception; this exception lived at number 4 with his Aunt, Uncle and Cousin. This exception was called Harry Potter. He had lived with his Aunt and Uncle since the age of one right through to the present day. He used to ask questions about his parents when he was younger but his Aunt would just snap at him and tell him to shut up.
Harry sighed. He kept on thinking about the dream he used to have when he was a little boy. It was a dream where he would just be sleeping in his bed like he did every night, but then his window would burst open and the moonlight would poor into the room. He would stand up and a man would be waiting outside his window on a motorbike that, for some reason, could fly.
"Hop on Harry" the man would say. And Harry would climb out of his window and onto the motorbike. Then the man would turn around, and this happened every time that he had this dream, he would turn around to face him and would be about to something but then he would wake up. Harry had often hoped, when he was younger, that someone would come and take him away from his Aunt's house to somewhere where he was loved and cared for like a little boy should be cared for. But Harry had given up on this dream. He sighed again, and walked over to his bed. He flopped down on top of it, and stared at the ceiling. He had taken to doing this lately, ever since he had started to have those dreams again.
He lay there a long time thinking about his parents, wondering what life would have been like of they hadn't died on that car crash when he was just one year old. Soon his eyelids were feeling heavy, and he rolled over onto his side. He was soon met with complete darkness as he drifted off to sleep.
Albus Dumbledore sighed. It had been a long day and now he was late for a meeting with the Order. He hurried out of the front doors of Hogwarts and began to make his way to the Anti-Apparition Barriers.
Severus had returned from a Death Eater meeting last night and had come straight to him. Voldemort had started to make plans to get the Giants to join his side. Albus couldn't let that happen, Voldemort nearly had the Dementers on his side, if he managed to get them both he would have a wide variety of races and beasts fighting for him.
He started to think about Harry Potter. He had never gone to Hogwarts, Albus had never found out the reason behind this. Maybe it was just because Harry wasn't ready for magic or maybe there was another reason. He was well past the barriers now, he concentrated on number 12 Grimmauld Place and with a soft pop, he was gone.
The hallway was full of students running around excited that the school week was finally over. Harry Potter wasn't joining in with their excitement. He was waiting for his friend Shane to meet him so that they could leave. He had had another dream last night. But this one was different, he was in a room filled with people sitting at a long table, an old man was at the head of the table.
They had been talking about something, something about bringing someone back somewhere before something happened. He had caught snippets of sentences but nothing much. The hallway had almost emptied now and there were only a few people left.
A group of girls walked past him, one of them looked at him and blushed before turning round the corner. He took no notice of her; instead he carried on with rummaging around in his locker for his trainers. Sometimes he amazed himself when he saw how much rubbish he had in there.
Harry found them and bent down to take of his school shoes. He stood up and threw them into his locker and closed it shut. He bent down again and put his trainers on. A few more minutes passed before he heard Shane's voice
"Hey Harry" Shane said, lazily
"Hey what kept you?" Harry asked as he stood up to face him
"Oh Taylor took me into his office, he wants me to look after two new students who are coming here next week" answered Shane
"You ready?"
"Yeah, come on let's go, I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to" Shane said as he walked towards the door
"I thought you were in trouble with Taylor?"
"I was and this is my punishment, well that's what Taylor said anyway"
"Oh, anyway you coming out tonight?" Harry asked as they walked out of the school gates.
"Yeah we're all going over to the park, you gonna come down?"
"Probably" answered Harry
"You want me to come call for you?" asked Shane
"Yeah, what time?"
"About 5"
"Ok, I'll see you later then" said Harry as he turned to walk a different way
"Ok I'll see you later" Shane shouted as he walked away from Harry Harry walked down the road to Steven's street.
He was turning 16 in a few months and when did he planned to move out of the Dursley's house and into his own flat with Shane. They had both been saving money from their jobs for the past year and now had enough to rent a flat and to but some furniture for it as well. He turned the corner which took him to Magnolia Crescent.
He walked down the alleyway, the only sound coming from his trainers hitting the ground and a dog barking in a garden somewhere else. He was out of the alleyway and going down the road to Privet Drive. As he walked down the road he saw some families sitting out in their front gardens enjoying the sunshine.
"Hello Harry" the voice made him jump, he had been looking at the ground walking at a slow pace.
"Oh hi Mrs Figg" Harry replied
"How are you?" she asked as she studied him
"Fine" replied Harry
"Well I had better be going, but I expect I shall be seeing you soon" she said as she walked past him
"Bye" mumbled Harry. He continued to walk down the road at his slow pace until he reached number 4.
He walked up the small path and opened the door. He stepped inside and hurried up to his room, he wasn't in the mood for his aunt to start shouting at him. He stepped into his room and dropped his bag on the floor. He opened the door to his wardrobe and pulled out a pair of cut-off's and a football shirt.
He quickly changed into them, and set about to sorting out his hair. No matter how hard he tried it always stayed a mess, but the girls at school were forever telling him how cute he looked, so he usually left it. He gave up after a few minutes. He looked at his watch and saw that it was 4:55.
He stood up and walked over to his desk where a can of body sprat lay. He sprayed a bit on him, but just as he was about to walk out of his bedroom when he saw an owl sitting on top of a lamppost, staring at him. He stared back at it for a while before shaking his head and walking out of his room. At the same time the said owl flew away from the lamppost and into the sky.
