Hey…a few of you guys
may remember me from a past Harry Potter fanfic. If so…Please
forget that I ever did that! Im ashamed….but anyways, here's a
new one! Please review, even if you don't like it. By the way guys,
im not the greatest a writing anything…so just bare with me!
By
the way guys…I do not own any of the characters, except for Bridget
and probably any other ones that aren't in the
books.
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"Harry Potter! Get
down here this instant!" The shrill voice of Harry's aunt Petunia
called from the kitchen.
"Coming…" Harry mumbled, and sat
up in his bed causing his 'Flying with the Cannons' (I think
that's the name of the book, if not…please tell me) to fall to
the floor. He walked out of his room slowly, then thumped down the
stairs. He passed his cousin Dudley on the way, and had to press
himself against the wall to let him through.
"Yes?" Harry
stepped into the kitchen, and crossed his arms over the chest.
Aunt
Petunia pursed her lips when she looked up from peeling potatoes
"Over there" She said quietly, pointing a bony finger at the
window. A large brown owl was perched on the windowsill, hooting
lightly. Aunt Petunia had been quite kind to Harry ever since they
arrived home after leaving Platform 9 and ¾. Maybe it was
because she knew Sirius was dead, or perhaps she thought it was time
to be nice to her only nephew. "Hurry and take it upstairs" She
hissed "Or someone will see it!"
Harry knew that no one would
be looking at their windowsill, she was of course talking about,
Uncle Vernon. Although, he nodded graciously and took the letter off
the owl's leg, which then spread his wings and flew away. Harry
watched it for a moment, before turning and walking out of the
kitchen and into his room.
He slowly ripped open the letter, and
began to read:
Dear Harry
I'm just wondering how you have
been. Lately you haven't been answering any of Ron's letters or
mine. Harry you can't just hide and hope everything will get
better. I know how annoying we may sound, but we want to help you,
you just need to talk. I know it may be hard, but we miss him
too.
Please write back, we really miss hearing from you.
-Hermione
Harry sighed. He had received cards, letters and
gifts for his birthday last week, but didn't send any note of reply
back with the owls.
Harry sighed again, and sat down at his desk,
pulled a piece of parchment and a quill towards him. He began with:
Hermione
Sorry I
haven't been writing much lately. I have had a lot on my mind, and
I don't really feel like doing anything. Sorry again if I have kept
you worrying, I honestly didn't mean to. Say hi to Ron for me, I'm
running low on parchment.
-Harry
It was a little lie,
and Hermione probably knew it. He just didn't want to write another
to Ron because he and Hermione were probably together.
Harry moved
from his desk to his bed, but in between tied the letter to Hedwig's
leg and told her where to go. He lied down on his bed, wondering
vaguely who would be their new D.A.D.A. teacher.
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"And
where did you find this Draco?" asked a cold voice.
"Lurking…"
Draco stumbled over his words "she was lurking around Privet
drive"
"very good" Voldemort sounded please "Do you know
anything about her?" he asked glancing at the horror stricken
girl.
Draco shook his head, then turned around so suddenly he made
the girl jump. She was sitting in a straight-backed chair with
armrests. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the chair.
"Girl"
Draco sneered.
She looked up, but glanced at Voldemort, who was
twirling her wand carelessly through his thin, white fingers.
"What's your name?" He asked her.
"Bridget" She
answered quickly, positive if she didn't they would hurt her. But
what did they need from her? She doesn't have, or know of anything
that could help him.
Draco grinned, "Bridget, how old are
you?"
She licked her lips "16" She replied.
Lord
Voldemort smirked "My dear, I'm sure you have heard of Harry
Potter" He stated, instead of asking.
Bridget took in a quick
breath, getting the distant feeling they weren't going to let her
go "Of course I have"
The Dark Lord glanced at Draco, who
bowed slightly and walked out of the room, sutting the large doors
closed behind him.
"Bridget, do you know why you are here?" He
leaned forward in his chair, so he could get a better look at
her.
"No" she shook her head, dumbfounded.
Voldemort nodded "You are going to help me. I need you to get me Harry Potter"
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Guys… I hope you like it! It's the first chapter that I have written…I'm free to suggestions!
Please! Please! Please
R&R!
Jordi
