Moonlight-blossom: Hey everyone! I have decided to stop writing about anime for a while (not that I've written anything recently) and try writing a Harry Potter fic. So I haven't written a fic in almost two years and this his my first Harry Potter fic so be gentle, or whatever. Also, I apologize if my writing isn't that good...I haven't written in like, a year and a half or something.
Synopsis: Takes place right after Order of the Phoenix: Harry Potter had not had an easy school year and things were going to get even worse at Number Four Privet Drive.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me in any way, shape or form. The only thing that belongs to me is this story. (why do we have to do this?...it's so pathetic)
Chapter 1
"Get a move on. Come on you worthless freak!" shouted Vernon Dursley at his nephew Harry.
Harry stopped dragging his trunk up the sidewalk to take a breath of air, then continued to haul his trunk up the steps of Number 4 Privet Drive and into the house. He then returned to the car for Hedwig. As soon as Harry got inside the house, Vernon slammed the door shut and gave his hated nephew a glare.
"Now listen here," he growled, "I don't know where you friends get off telling me how to raise you, but now that your back for the summer, you're going to follow my rules, you got that?'
"Yes sir," answered Harry in the same defiant voice he answered Snape in.
Vernon gave his nephew one last glare and stalked up the stairs, leaving Harry to drag his trunk and Hedwig up the stairs to his bedroom.
Twenty minutes later, Harry flopped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. Another school year over, and another summer he had to spend in the one place he hated most. Even though he now knew why he had to come back year after year, it didn't help make it any easier.
Suddenly Harry scrambled off the bed and opened his trunk and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. He brought it to his desk and began writing. 'Dear Sirius, I just got home from the King's Cross. Two more months until I'm back at school. Two long torturous months. How's Number 12 Grimmauld Place...I know how much you hate being there...'
Abruptly, Harry stopped writing and the scratch of the quill on parchment stopped. He stared for a long time at what he had written. A surge of anger swept through Harry, his hands clenched in fury as he remembered. Sirius...Sirius was dead. Harry's eyes burned with tears, but he blinked them back furiously. He would not cry, he swore to himself. He wouldn't show how he felt. Not to anybody.
A sudden slamming of the door, which shook the house roused Harry from his thoughts. Dudley was home, he thought dully. Dudley had raced off to one of his Piers Polkiss's house as soon as he had gotten home. Of course all Petunia said was, "Oh what a popular boy our dear son is," in a sickly simpering voice.
Harry looked out the window and realized he had been lost in thought for more than several hours.
"Boy! Supper!" bellowed Vernon.
Harry sighed heavily and headed downstairs, deciding resolutely to finish eating as fast as possible and dash back upstairs to his room.
It was no surprise that when Harry got downstairs that everyone else had started eating without him. Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley all glared at him as he entered the room and sat down at his usual place at the table opposite of Dudley. They continued their discussion as though Harry wasn't there. Snippets of their conversation drifted to Harry as he picked at his wilted salad.
"...and her daughter, would make a proper girlfriend for Dudley, don't you think?" "...Mom!!" "...should be finding a proper girlfriend at your age." "...handsome young boy..."
Harry sank into a stupor as their conversation droned on.
"...coming to stay for the summer..."
Harry was shocked out of his reverie so fast he fell off his chair. He could feel everyone's eyes on him as he slowly got to his feet. Dudley snorted with laughter as his face turned an alarming shade of pink.
"Idiot boy!" snarled Uncle Vernon, "can't even stay in your chair."
"Who's staying over for the summer? Not Aunt Marge!" cried Harry in dismay.
"No of course not! Marge hasn't come to visit for two years thanks to you," scowled Uncle Vernon, "no, Dudley is having one of his friends stay over for the summer because his father is going on a business trip."
"It isn't Piers isn't it?" cried Harry in alarm.
"No it isn't Piers," grunted Dudley indignantly, "and don't insult my friends or I'm gonna have to hurt you."
Harry sighed with relief, but then was wondered, "Well, who is it then?"
"It's a new student. He just transferred to Smeltings."
"Are you sure you want him to come over? I mean you might scar him for life," grinned Harry slyly.
"Out!" roared Uncle Vernon, his face a bright purple, "I won't have you insulting my son in this house. OUT!!"
"With pleasure," grinned Harry, "and don't worry," he added, "I'll be back."
He stood up, scraping the chair against the floor and strode out. As soon as the door slammed behind him, the grin melted from Harry's face. Even insulting Dudley didn't have the same satisfying feeling as it used to.
Harry started walking, not really having a destination in mind. He wandered around aimlessly for about half an hour before finding himself at the park. He walked towards the swings, which had been replaced while Dudley was at school, and sat down, wrapping his arm around the chain. The swing gently swayed back and forth as Harry sat deep in thought. 'What a way to start the summer' Harry mused 'one day back and it already looks like it's going to be the worst summer yet.'
Suddenly heading towards the park, Harry could make out three figures. One was unmistakably Dudley, who couldn't be mistaken for anyone else due to the fact that he was the size of an almost full grown elephant. 'He's the weight of one anyway, maybe even more' Harry thought to himself. The others could be identified as Piers, Gordon, and Malcolm. Piers had been the first to notice Harry's presence at the park. The others, Harry saw, were pointing and sneering at him. Harry had a feeling they were going to resort to their first and still favorite hobby: Harry Hunting.
Harry had no intention of running away, he needed some entertainment to liven things up. 'Yah real smart Harry, getting into a fight the first day you get back' Dudley's gang was now leering down at him, smirks on their hideously revolting faces.
"Hey Potter," sneered Piers, "I heard you were insulting me."
"Yeah, I was," Harry replied, "you got a problem with that?"
"Yeah I do," Piers glowered, "and you must be getting pretty confident to talk to me like that. What, doesn't St. Brutus's beat you enough to keep you quiet?"
"No, they don't. See, they're afraid I'll kill them in their sleep," replied Harry sarcastically.
"YOU?" scoffed Gordon, "as if you could kill anyone. One beating would be enough to knock you out for good."
"Hey Big D, why so quiet?" asked Malcolm suddenly.
All eyes turned to Dudley, who, to Harry's gratification, squirmed uncomfortably. Dudley, in turn sent a glare towards all his friends who immediately shut up. Dudley glared at Harry, who in turn, smirked back completely untroubled that four extremely large and ugly boys were aiming on giving him the beating of his life.
Harry of course had his wand tucked away where no one could see it, although he had no intention of actually using it. A second later Harry had his hands behind his back and Dudley was sneering. Dudley cracked his knuckles loudly and prepared to punch Harry's face. Harry knew he wouldn't be able to stay consciousness if Dudley punched him. He saw Dudley's fist come flying towards him and a split second before the fist made contact with his face Harry ducked and he heard a sickening crack as Dudley's punch collided with Piers's face. Harry grinned, his seeker reflexes always helpful when it came to dealing with Dudley and his gang.
Harry scrambled to his feet and took off. "See you at home Big D!" laughed Harry.
Harry ran back toward Number Four Privet Drive and hoped Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon hadn't heard what had happened to Piers yet. He reached the house completely out of breath and drained of all energy.
Harry quickly slipped in through the front door and tiptoed up the stairs. He was reaching for the door of his bedroom when Uncle Vernon's voice hollered up the stairs.
"Boy! You get down here right now!"
'Damn!'
Harry quickly ran down the stairs, tripping on the way. He fell the rest of the way down the stairs and landed painfully at Vernon's feet.
"What do you think you're doing boy?" snarled Vernon, his face purple with rage, "Piers Polkiss's mother just phoned, said he his nose was all bloody and broken. What did you do boy?"
"I didn't do anything," Harry answered boldly, "Dudley was the one who punched him out."
"DON'T LIE TO ME BOY! I KNOW YOU DID SOMETHING!" yelled Vernon, a vein throbbing in his forehead.
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! DUDLEY WAS THE ONE WHO PUNCHED HIM!" hollered Harry.
"I know you did something! You did magic didn't you! DIDN'T YOU??" shouted Vernon.
"I DIDN'T DO MAGIC! ARE YOU AN IDIOT? I WOULDN'T RISK GETTING EXPELLED OVER HIM!" yelled Harry, anger coursing through his veins. It took all of Harry's power to resist hexing Vernon into oblivion.
Uncle Vernon took a deep breath and smiled. It looked painful. "Alright then, since you won't tell me the truth and I know you had something to do with this, we'll wait until Dudley gets home and he can tell me the truth."
Harry honestly couldn't stand it anymore. He knew he was supposed to be staying out of trouble but seeing as Vernon was going to kill him, it didn't matter anymore what he said.
"Truth?" sneered Harry, "you're going to ask Dudley to tell you the truth? He wouldn't know what the truth was if it came up to him and slapped him in the face!"
"You no good stinking piece of filth!" roared Uncle Vernon, "how dare you insult my son!?!"
"Vernon, Dudley's been playing you like a fiddle. Don't you know? He lies about going out for tea. He beats up little kids and knocks them out. He's the one vandalizing half the town! But you're too blind to see aren't you? You b-"
Harry was cut off as Dudley threw the door open, making the whole house shake violently.
Uncle Vernon threw Harry a death glare before straightening up and addressing his son.
"Dudders," said Uncle Vernon slapping Dudley on the back, "glad to see you're not staying out late. Just like the responsible adult you're growing up to be."
'Responsible?' thought Harry. The idea was making him gag.
"Dad," gasped Dudley, "I ran as fast as I could to come tell you."
"Well then it wasn't very fast was it Dudley?" smirked Harry.
Dudley glowered at Harry, then turned back to Uncle Vernon, "Dad, Piers's nose is broken and it's all Harry's fault!"
"Then you did have something to do with it didn't you boy?" snapped Uncle Vernon.
Harry remained silent.
"AHAH!" shouted Vernon triumphantly, "so you did! Oh you are going to pay dearly for this!"
Dudley grinned at Harry, his round pink face distorted by the action.
Uncle Vernon stomped up the stairs to Harry's room and returned momentarily with all of Harry's things. He threw it all in the cupboard under the stairs, and sneered at Harry.
"Oh I am going to make you pay for insulting me and my family!" grinned Vernon.
"And what about what Moody and the others said at the train station this morning?" said Harry.
"Oh you'll be able to write once every three days, but that's all the contact you'll have with those abnormal people of yours."
Vernon picked up Hedwig's cage with Hedwig still inside and chucked it into the cupboard as well.
"What are going to lock it up now?" said Harry scornfully.
"Not yet boy not yet."
Then with little effort, Uncle Vernon picked up Harry by the collar of his shirt and threw him in the cupboard as well. With a click, Vernon had locked up the cupboard and Harry was now trapped in the cramped little space under the stairs where he used to live.
It had been almost six years since Harry had last slept in the cupboard and he was unused to the suffocating space. He also, wasn't crammed in with all of his school supplies, books, clothes, and other things. There no room to move and Harry's breath was coming out in little gasps.
"We can't have Dudley's friend judging the family on what a freak you are, so you'll just have to stay in there all summer," came Uncle Vernon's condescending voice.
Harry, with a huge effort managed to twist his body around so he was facing the door. He hammered on it a few times while shouting obscenities at Vernon but realized it was no use. He would be stuck here for the whole summer. And Dudley's friend, he assumed, would be staying in his room.
It was going to be a slow, torturous and looong summer.
Moonlight-blossom: phew! That took a while. And I'm really sorry that like nothing's happened yet but I promise there'll be more in the next chapter. Read and Review!
Synopsis: Takes place right after Order of the Phoenix: Harry Potter had not had an easy school year and things were going to get even worse at Number Four Privet Drive.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me in any way, shape or form. The only thing that belongs to me is this story. (why do we have to do this?...it's so pathetic)
Chapter 1
"Get a move on. Come on you worthless freak!" shouted Vernon Dursley at his nephew Harry.
Harry stopped dragging his trunk up the sidewalk to take a breath of air, then continued to haul his trunk up the steps of Number 4 Privet Drive and into the house. He then returned to the car for Hedwig. As soon as Harry got inside the house, Vernon slammed the door shut and gave his hated nephew a glare.
"Now listen here," he growled, "I don't know where you friends get off telling me how to raise you, but now that your back for the summer, you're going to follow my rules, you got that?'
"Yes sir," answered Harry in the same defiant voice he answered Snape in.
Vernon gave his nephew one last glare and stalked up the stairs, leaving Harry to drag his trunk and Hedwig up the stairs to his bedroom.
Twenty minutes later, Harry flopped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. Another school year over, and another summer he had to spend in the one place he hated most. Even though he now knew why he had to come back year after year, it didn't help make it any easier.
Suddenly Harry scrambled off the bed and opened his trunk and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. He brought it to his desk and began writing. 'Dear Sirius, I just got home from the King's Cross. Two more months until I'm back at school. Two long torturous months. How's Number 12 Grimmauld Place...I know how much you hate being there...'
Abruptly, Harry stopped writing and the scratch of the quill on parchment stopped. He stared for a long time at what he had written. A surge of anger swept through Harry, his hands clenched in fury as he remembered. Sirius...Sirius was dead. Harry's eyes burned with tears, but he blinked them back furiously. He would not cry, he swore to himself. He wouldn't show how he felt. Not to anybody.
A sudden slamming of the door, which shook the house roused Harry from his thoughts. Dudley was home, he thought dully. Dudley had raced off to one of his Piers Polkiss's house as soon as he had gotten home. Of course all Petunia said was, "Oh what a popular boy our dear son is," in a sickly simpering voice.
Harry looked out the window and realized he had been lost in thought for more than several hours.
"Boy! Supper!" bellowed Vernon.
Harry sighed heavily and headed downstairs, deciding resolutely to finish eating as fast as possible and dash back upstairs to his room.
It was no surprise that when Harry got downstairs that everyone else had started eating without him. Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley all glared at him as he entered the room and sat down at his usual place at the table opposite of Dudley. They continued their discussion as though Harry wasn't there. Snippets of their conversation drifted to Harry as he picked at his wilted salad.
"...and her daughter, would make a proper girlfriend for Dudley, don't you think?" "...Mom!!" "...should be finding a proper girlfriend at your age." "...handsome young boy..."
Harry sank into a stupor as their conversation droned on.
"...coming to stay for the summer..."
Harry was shocked out of his reverie so fast he fell off his chair. He could feel everyone's eyes on him as he slowly got to his feet. Dudley snorted with laughter as his face turned an alarming shade of pink.
"Idiot boy!" snarled Uncle Vernon, "can't even stay in your chair."
"Who's staying over for the summer? Not Aunt Marge!" cried Harry in dismay.
"No of course not! Marge hasn't come to visit for two years thanks to you," scowled Uncle Vernon, "no, Dudley is having one of his friends stay over for the summer because his father is going on a business trip."
"It isn't Piers isn't it?" cried Harry in alarm.
"No it isn't Piers," grunted Dudley indignantly, "and don't insult my friends or I'm gonna have to hurt you."
Harry sighed with relief, but then was wondered, "Well, who is it then?"
"It's a new student. He just transferred to Smeltings."
"Are you sure you want him to come over? I mean you might scar him for life," grinned Harry slyly.
"Out!" roared Uncle Vernon, his face a bright purple, "I won't have you insulting my son in this house. OUT!!"
"With pleasure," grinned Harry, "and don't worry," he added, "I'll be back."
He stood up, scraping the chair against the floor and strode out. As soon as the door slammed behind him, the grin melted from Harry's face. Even insulting Dudley didn't have the same satisfying feeling as it used to.
Harry started walking, not really having a destination in mind. He wandered around aimlessly for about half an hour before finding himself at the park. He walked towards the swings, which had been replaced while Dudley was at school, and sat down, wrapping his arm around the chain. The swing gently swayed back and forth as Harry sat deep in thought. 'What a way to start the summer' Harry mused 'one day back and it already looks like it's going to be the worst summer yet.'
Suddenly heading towards the park, Harry could make out three figures. One was unmistakably Dudley, who couldn't be mistaken for anyone else due to the fact that he was the size of an almost full grown elephant. 'He's the weight of one anyway, maybe even more' Harry thought to himself. The others could be identified as Piers, Gordon, and Malcolm. Piers had been the first to notice Harry's presence at the park. The others, Harry saw, were pointing and sneering at him. Harry had a feeling they were going to resort to their first and still favorite hobby: Harry Hunting.
Harry had no intention of running away, he needed some entertainment to liven things up. 'Yah real smart Harry, getting into a fight the first day you get back' Dudley's gang was now leering down at him, smirks on their hideously revolting faces.
"Hey Potter," sneered Piers, "I heard you were insulting me."
"Yeah, I was," Harry replied, "you got a problem with that?"
"Yeah I do," Piers glowered, "and you must be getting pretty confident to talk to me like that. What, doesn't St. Brutus's beat you enough to keep you quiet?"
"No, they don't. See, they're afraid I'll kill them in their sleep," replied Harry sarcastically.
"YOU?" scoffed Gordon, "as if you could kill anyone. One beating would be enough to knock you out for good."
"Hey Big D, why so quiet?" asked Malcolm suddenly.
All eyes turned to Dudley, who, to Harry's gratification, squirmed uncomfortably. Dudley, in turn sent a glare towards all his friends who immediately shut up. Dudley glared at Harry, who in turn, smirked back completely untroubled that four extremely large and ugly boys were aiming on giving him the beating of his life.
Harry of course had his wand tucked away where no one could see it, although he had no intention of actually using it. A second later Harry had his hands behind his back and Dudley was sneering. Dudley cracked his knuckles loudly and prepared to punch Harry's face. Harry knew he wouldn't be able to stay consciousness if Dudley punched him. He saw Dudley's fist come flying towards him and a split second before the fist made contact with his face Harry ducked and he heard a sickening crack as Dudley's punch collided with Piers's face. Harry grinned, his seeker reflexes always helpful when it came to dealing with Dudley and his gang.
Harry scrambled to his feet and took off. "See you at home Big D!" laughed Harry.
Harry ran back toward Number Four Privet Drive and hoped Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon hadn't heard what had happened to Piers yet. He reached the house completely out of breath and drained of all energy.
Harry quickly slipped in through the front door and tiptoed up the stairs. He was reaching for the door of his bedroom when Uncle Vernon's voice hollered up the stairs.
"Boy! You get down here right now!"
'Damn!'
Harry quickly ran down the stairs, tripping on the way. He fell the rest of the way down the stairs and landed painfully at Vernon's feet.
"What do you think you're doing boy?" snarled Vernon, his face purple with rage, "Piers Polkiss's mother just phoned, said he his nose was all bloody and broken. What did you do boy?"
"I didn't do anything," Harry answered boldly, "Dudley was the one who punched him out."
"DON'T LIE TO ME BOY! I KNOW YOU DID SOMETHING!" yelled Vernon, a vein throbbing in his forehead.
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! DUDLEY WAS THE ONE WHO PUNCHED HIM!" hollered Harry.
"I know you did something! You did magic didn't you! DIDN'T YOU??" shouted Vernon.
"I DIDN'T DO MAGIC! ARE YOU AN IDIOT? I WOULDN'T RISK GETTING EXPELLED OVER HIM!" yelled Harry, anger coursing through his veins. It took all of Harry's power to resist hexing Vernon into oblivion.
Uncle Vernon took a deep breath and smiled. It looked painful. "Alright then, since you won't tell me the truth and I know you had something to do with this, we'll wait until Dudley gets home and he can tell me the truth."
Harry honestly couldn't stand it anymore. He knew he was supposed to be staying out of trouble but seeing as Vernon was going to kill him, it didn't matter anymore what he said.
"Truth?" sneered Harry, "you're going to ask Dudley to tell you the truth? He wouldn't know what the truth was if it came up to him and slapped him in the face!"
"You no good stinking piece of filth!" roared Uncle Vernon, "how dare you insult my son!?!"
"Vernon, Dudley's been playing you like a fiddle. Don't you know? He lies about going out for tea. He beats up little kids and knocks them out. He's the one vandalizing half the town! But you're too blind to see aren't you? You b-"
Harry was cut off as Dudley threw the door open, making the whole house shake violently.
Uncle Vernon threw Harry a death glare before straightening up and addressing his son.
"Dudders," said Uncle Vernon slapping Dudley on the back, "glad to see you're not staying out late. Just like the responsible adult you're growing up to be."
'Responsible?' thought Harry. The idea was making him gag.
"Dad," gasped Dudley, "I ran as fast as I could to come tell you."
"Well then it wasn't very fast was it Dudley?" smirked Harry.
Dudley glowered at Harry, then turned back to Uncle Vernon, "Dad, Piers's nose is broken and it's all Harry's fault!"
"Then you did have something to do with it didn't you boy?" snapped Uncle Vernon.
Harry remained silent.
"AHAH!" shouted Vernon triumphantly, "so you did! Oh you are going to pay dearly for this!"
Dudley grinned at Harry, his round pink face distorted by the action.
Uncle Vernon stomped up the stairs to Harry's room and returned momentarily with all of Harry's things. He threw it all in the cupboard under the stairs, and sneered at Harry.
"Oh I am going to make you pay for insulting me and my family!" grinned Vernon.
"And what about what Moody and the others said at the train station this morning?" said Harry.
"Oh you'll be able to write once every three days, but that's all the contact you'll have with those abnormal people of yours."
Vernon picked up Hedwig's cage with Hedwig still inside and chucked it into the cupboard as well.
"What are going to lock it up now?" said Harry scornfully.
"Not yet boy not yet."
Then with little effort, Uncle Vernon picked up Harry by the collar of his shirt and threw him in the cupboard as well. With a click, Vernon had locked up the cupboard and Harry was now trapped in the cramped little space under the stairs where he used to live.
It had been almost six years since Harry had last slept in the cupboard and he was unused to the suffocating space. He also, wasn't crammed in with all of his school supplies, books, clothes, and other things. There no room to move and Harry's breath was coming out in little gasps.
"We can't have Dudley's friend judging the family on what a freak you are, so you'll just have to stay in there all summer," came Uncle Vernon's condescending voice.
Harry, with a huge effort managed to twist his body around so he was facing the door. He hammered on it a few times while shouting obscenities at Vernon but realized it was no use. He would be stuck here for the whole summer. And Dudley's friend, he assumed, would be staying in his room.
It was going to be a slow, torturous and looong summer.
Moonlight-blossom: phew! That took a while. And I'm really sorry that like nothing's happened yet but I promise there'll be more in the next chapter. Read and Review!