Hey ppl! This story's about Harry Potter's 6th yr. at Hogwarts. Please no
flames!! This is my 1st story! Please review though!
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"No! Don't kill him! Kill me instead! Nooooooo!"
Harry woke up with a start. His scar hurt like hell and his heart was pounding inside his chest. Beads of sweat clung onto face and back. This was the 3rd time he heard his mother's voice since he got back from his 5th year at Hogwarts. It's been getting more frequent and frequent since Lord Voldemort got back. He was just about to fall asleep when a piercing scream broke the silence of Privet Drive.
"WHAT THE RUDDY HELL WAS THAT?" roared Uncle Vernon, waking up looking scared and panicked. He ran across the hall to Harry's bedroom. "It must have got something to do with your lot!" as he yelled and pointed a finger in Harry's face.
Harry had lost his temper. "Why are you always blaming everything strange that happens here on me? Well, for your information, I'm not the only "wizarding" folk around here!"
"You're lying, boy!" Uncle Vernon said.
"Oh am I? Well in case you didn't know, Mrs. Figgs is a wizarding folk too!" Harry yelled. Harry knew he wasn't supposed to say that but he was too mad to care. Fortunatly, Uncle Vernon didn't believe him.
"Liar! Say one more word and I'll lock you in the cabinet under the stairs for the rest of this summer!" Uncle Vernon bellowed as he walked out of his room.
Harry's mouth twitched furiously, but he stayed silent. As soon as Uncle Vernon left the room and began to snore again, Harry wrote a letter to Ron saying.
Hey Ron,
How's your summer going? Mine's disastrous! Can you convince your dad to come and pick me up? Me and my uncle have just had another row and I have had enough! Thanks!
Harry P.S. Tell Hedwig to stay at your house.
Harry tied this letter to Hedwig's leg and watched as Hedwig soared though the sky. An hour later, he heard a crack and Mr. Weasley apparated right on on his bed.
"Hi Harry! Had a good summer? Well, I suppose not .Well, we're going to go back to the Burrow by Floo Powder. Ok.gather all your stuff. I'll prepare the chimney." He turned to leave the room. Harry was happily gathering his stuff when he heard Uncle Vernon get up. Luckily he was heading to the bathroom and had no clue what was going on. Satisfied, Harry took his trunk and Firebolt downstairs and awaited Mr. Weasley's instructions.
"Ok Harry. Here." said Mr. Weasley as he handed him a pinch of Floo Powder.
"Thanks" he muttered to Mr. Weasley. "The Burrow," he said in a voice just loud enough for the fire to understand.
A minute later he landed in front of the Weasley's fireplace. "Hello Harry dear!" Mrs. Weasley said affectionately. "Ron's just upstairs."
"Thanks Mrs. Weasley. I'm sorry for bothering you guys this late at night." Harry began tentatively. "Not a problem Harry, dear" Mrs. Weasley said, smiling.
Harry went up two flights of stairs and opened the door to Ron's room. He opened it and he was shocked.
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"No! Don't kill him! Kill me instead! Nooooooo!"
Harry woke up with a start. His scar hurt like hell and his heart was pounding inside his chest. Beads of sweat clung onto face and back. This was the 3rd time he heard his mother's voice since he got back from his 5th year at Hogwarts. It's been getting more frequent and frequent since Lord Voldemort got back. He was just about to fall asleep when a piercing scream broke the silence of Privet Drive.
"WHAT THE RUDDY HELL WAS THAT?" roared Uncle Vernon, waking up looking scared and panicked. He ran across the hall to Harry's bedroom. "It must have got something to do with your lot!" as he yelled and pointed a finger in Harry's face.
Harry had lost his temper. "Why are you always blaming everything strange that happens here on me? Well, for your information, I'm not the only "wizarding" folk around here!"
"You're lying, boy!" Uncle Vernon said.
"Oh am I? Well in case you didn't know, Mrs. Figgs is a wizarding folk too!" Harry yelled. Harry knew he wasn't supposed to say that but he was too mad to care. Fortunatly, Uncle Vernon didn't believe him.
"Liar! Say one more word and I'll lock you in the cabinet under the stairs for the rest of this summer!" Uncle Vernon bellowed as he walked out of his room.
Harry's mouth twitched furiously, but he stayed silent. As soon as Uncle Vernon left the room and began to snore again, Harry wrote a letter to Ron saying.
Hey Ron,
How's your summer going? Mine's disastrous! Can you convince your dad to come and pick me up? Me and my uncle have just had another row and I have had enough! Thanks!
Harry P.S. Tell Hedwig to stay at your house.
Harry tied this letter to Hedwig's leg and watched as Hedwig soared though the sky. An hour later, he heard a crack and Mr. Weasley apparated right on on his bed.
"Hi Harry! Had a good summer? Well, I suppose not .Well, we're going to go back to the Burrow by Floo Powder. Ok.gather all your stuff. I'll prepare the chimney." He turned to leave the room. Harry was happily gathering his stuff when he heard Uncle Vernon get up. Luckily he was heading to the bathroom and had no clue what was going on. Satisfied, Harry took his trunk and Firebolt downstairs and awaited Mr. Weasley's instructions.
"Ok Harry. Here." said Mr. Weasley as he handed him a pinch of Floo Powder.
"Thanks" he muttered to Mr. Weasley. "The Burrow," he said in a voice just loud enough for the fire to understand.
A minute later he landed in front of the Weasley's fireplace. "Hello Harry dear!" Mrs. Weasley said affectionately. "Ron's just upstairs."
"Thanks Mrs. Weasley. I'm sorry for bothering you guys this late at night." Harry began tentatively. "Not a problem Harry, dear" Mrs. Weasley said, smiling.
Harry went up two flights of stairs and opened the door to Ron's room. He opened it and he was shocked.