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Hp-princess755: you have nothing to worry about as I hate Cho and have no desire to pair up her with Harry what so ever! Let me know if you do have any preferences for any other pairings! Thank you so much for reviewing my first chapter of my first story!
Doughnut: thank you so much for reviewing! About Harry fainting? You shall find out soon my friend! OO;
Hopefully, this chapter will be a bit longer! Review!
As Harry slowly woke up, he was dimly aware of smell of bacon cooking. This surprised him, as he was the one who usually cooked breakfast. He wondered why Aunt Petunia had suddenly decided to cook for once.
When his eyes had fully opened, he realised that he had no recognition of the surrounding room, or falling asleep in a room like this. In Fact, he had no memory of falling asleep at all.
The last thing he remembered was that strange sphere. His first thought was that it might have been a port key, but as he looked around the room, he didn't see the sphere anywhere.
"Where in the world am I?" He thought aloud.
He slowly crawled out of the very comfortable bed to find he was wearing black silk boxes
" That's odd," he said
Since when did he own a pair of Black silk boxes? He looked around the room looking for some clothes to put on. He found some, neatly folded on the end of his bed. He put them on, surprised to find that they fit perfectly.
He walked out of the room to find a wide hallway with a staircase on his left.
As he walked out, he heard plates and cutlery clinking together, as if they were being set up on a table.
He really didn't want to intrude on anyone's breakfast, but the only way to find out just how he got here was to talk to who-ever lived here.
Walking down the stairs, he could've sworn he heard his name mentioned. He shook his head to clear that thought. I mean how could these people know him; it must have been a name similar to his, like Garry or Larry, or Barry?
He reached the end of the stairs, took a deep breath and walked in to the kitchen. The first thing he saw was a red headed woman that looked exactly like his mother! Well at least the like pictures of his mother.
"Harry…you're up!" She seemed almost nervous as she said this, as if she didn't expect him to come down.
A man that was almost the exact replica of his father looked up from reading the Daily prophet.
" What are you doing up? We usually just bring your breakfast up to you," The James-look-alike said with surprise, but not exactly the pleasant type of surprise.
What the hell was this? Some wonderful, demented dream that his head had conjured up to tease him?
I-I just…one second" Harry stammered.
He backed out the door, around the corner and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
If this was a dream, those must have been his parents in there, though why did they seem almost apprehensive around him, like they were scared he would lash out at them in an instant.
But, then again, the dream felt so real. Not like most of his dreams, even his visions of Voldemort didn't come anywhere near to this feeling of reality.
Well the only thing he could do was play along, and see what happens.
He took several deep breaths to prepare himself he walked back into the kitchen as if it were an everyday thing.
His parents exchanged shocked glances as he sat at the table.
"Well this certainly is a pleasant surprise," His mother said smiling hopefully.
Hoping for what? Harry wondered.
"Don't be so sure," he heard His father mutter under his breath. He must have thought Harry wouldn't hear him, However, Harry heard every word.
" Well… I thought I'd be a bit different this morning," He replied trying to play along and act normal as possible, when really he had million questions going through his mind at the same time, crashing in to each other, then creating an explosion of even more questions with some questions yelling out with road rage at other questions and…. okay getting off subject now.
Anyway, where were we? Ah yes.
Suddenly Harry heard someone running down the stairs.
"'Morning mu-" the girl stopped suddenly with wide eyes as her gaze landed on Harry.
This girl had waist-length wavy auburn hair with bright-warm hazel eyes. She looked about 14. Two years younger than him.
Wait…did she just call his mother mum? Merlin! This was his sister!
A/N:
So what do you think?! This chapter was a bit longer, I hope you like it.
Thanks to Hp princess755, doughnut and Trixie po who reviewed my first chapter!
Okay the pairings I'm willing to do are:
H/Hr
H/G
R/Hr
Please vote! And review!!!
If you want any other pairings just ask and I will consider doing them. Please do not request any slash parings!
Ciao!
MiEsHa
