Moonlight-blossom: Sorry I didn't update sooner, school and stuff. I promise to update as soon as I can. And wow I'm so happy! 6 reviews! Yay! I'm so proud of myself! (don't laugh at me it's been long time since I've written)
Disclaimer: see chapter 1 (I don't have time for this)
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.
Just to recap: "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.
OK on with the story!
Summer Heat: Chapter 2
Harry groaned softly and shifted uncomfortably in the cupboard to try and ease his aching muscles. 'I can't believe Vernon's done this,' Harry grumbled to himself 'and of all summers too. I just can't believe my luck. Wonder what Ron and Hermione would say if they saw me now.' Already, Harry could just imagine how his best friends would react. Hermione's voice was high pitched in disbelief and concern, 'How can your own relatives be so cruel? Locking you in a cupboard all summer, it's immoral!,' he could already see in his mind's eye how Hermione would fuss over him like Mrs.Weasely. And of course Ron, his best friend in the whole world, 'Can they do that? I mean like, lock you up in a cupboard. Mum's never done that, not even to Fred and George, and they cause more trouble than you.'
This caused a weak smile to grace Harry's face, although no one could see it, he could just imagine the look on the Dursley's faces if one of the twins' fireworks went off inside the house. Although this momentary flash of happiness helped him forget for second, it only made him hurt even more because a vision of Hermione and the Weaselys having fun at the Burrow or at Grimmauld Place kept tugging at the corner of Harry's mind. Not that Harry ever wanted to go back there anyway, it was just that the feeling of being left out again was nagging his conscience. It wasn't much different from last year. Everyone would be out enjoying the summer holidays while Harry was stuck in his hellhole of a home.
Harry could remember the first time Uncle Vernon had let him out of the cupboard to eat breakfast and go to the bathroom. The time inside the cupboard had gone by so torturously and slowly that each breath he took was painful and the air was stale by the time he was let out. Harry had felt like a prisoner being let out and was seeing the light of day for the first time in years. It was a crushing blow to him to learn that he had only been in the cupboard for less than a day. He had now been confined to the cupboard for three days. He had been let out for a glorious twenty minutes the day before to write a letter to Moody, Lupin, and the others to let him know he was 'okay'. He had Dursley watching over him like a prison guard so Harry had no chance to slip in the fact that he wanted out of this nuthouse...NOW. Of course he had no desire to go back to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place so he had no where to go, he was trapped.
Uncle Vernon had of course snatched the parchment up after Harry had written 'Hey how are things going? Everything's fine here. How's your summer?'
"That's enough you need to tell your freak friends," grunted Uncle Vernon before roughly tossing Hedwig's cage at Harry.
Harry tied the parchment to Hedwig's leg and whispered, "Stay with the others for a while, you'll be better of with them than here with me, I'll see you in a few days"
After the few moments of freedom, Uncle Vernon shoved Harry back into the cupboard and Hedwig's cage flew in after him and landed on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. It was as though Uncle Vernon had deliberately done that in order to make Harry as uncomfortable as possible. And as loath as Harry was to admit it, it was working.
Harry was seething with anger and frustration and longed to take it out on Uncle Vernon. Oh how he wished he could curse Vernon into oblivion. It took all of his willpower to hold back from blowing up at Vernon, or better, blowing him up.
Harry's body was numb from lack of movement and the stale air was hard to breath. He was jammed between the cage and his trunk. The fact that he was no longer an eleven year old only added to his discomfort. His mind was filled with a constant buzz, the silence around him left only the buzzing in his ears, because he had purposely blocked out all thoughts of his friends. He had in fact blocked out thoughts of everything altogether because he only felt contempt and anger for those who were free.
'I wonder what Sirius would say if he saw me like this,' contemplated Harry gloomily. The sudden thought of his deceased godfather opened the floodgates to memories Harry had long locked away in his mind and consciousness. Harry remembered the first time had seen Sirius, on the muggle news as 'armed and dangerous'. He remembered how he had thought he would be able to leave the Dursleys forever in his third year. He remembered rescuing Sirius on Buckbeak. Harry recalled every conversation he had with Sirius in the common room fire.
Harry had in fact not thought about these things if he could help it since he had left Hogwarts but Sirius's memory still haunted Harry's dreams, especially the night in the Department of Mysteries when Harry had seen his godfather...die.
Harry had suddenly realized the house was quiet. Too quiet. He strained his ears to catch possibly the slightest sound of movement. Something. But he heard nothing, only the buzzing in his own ears. It was July 5, he remembered. Today was when Dudley's friend was coming over. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley had probably gone to pick him, whoever he was, up.
For the few days he had been back, Harry was dreading the coming of Dudley's new friend. This meant Harry had to keep quiet, as though he didn't exist, although it wasn't a problem, he was quite good at it actually. The thing that Harry dreaded most was that the coming of Dudley's friend would mean Harry would be let out less and less throughout the summer. Harry could envision the family finally forgetting about him altogether and leaving him in the cupboard to rot away, suffocate and die. He visualized them finally remembering he was in the cupboard and opening it up only to find a pile bones and dust. Harry unconsciously shuddered at the thought of being forgotten and left to die all alone while the Dursleys celebrated the death of Harry, the most unnatural freak the world had created.
Living in the cupboard left Harry all the time in the world to sleep but the different emotions he had experienced so strongly had drained him of all energy, not that he had any these days. It wasn't like Harry could explain about his OWLs and how he should be starting his summer homework that had come in mountains the day before school ended. Or that he would flunk out of all his classes then would have to spend all eternity with the Dursleys until the day he died. Maybe the latter might have an effect on Vernon, thought Harry, but it wasn't like Vernon wanted him back at the freak school, Uncle Vernon just wanted him dead. Exhaustion, from who knows what, overcame Harry and he finally drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Hours later, Harry woke to the sound of the door being slammed shut. It had to be by far the hottest day yet. Harry's t-shirt stuck to his neck and clung to his body. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and upper lip and there was nothing he could do to relieve the intense heat.
Harry heard voices, one sounded oddly familiar, but it was one that Harry couldn't seem to place. He hear the clunk of someone's suitcases being dragged up the stairs and Harry knew the thing that he had dreaded happening had finally come.
Dudley's friend was here.
Moonlight-blossom: considering it took about a week to update, I apologize if you don't like the story. Although if it's the plot you don't like (when there is one) then it's your problem. As always read and review. I love you all!
I'd personally thank my reviewers except I don't have their names at the moment. Sorry. Expect a the next chapter up by Wednesday or Thursday this week.
Disclaimer: see chapter 1 (I don't have time for this)
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.
Just to recap: "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.
OK on with the story!
Summer Heat: Chapter 2
Harry groaned softly and shifted uncomfortably in the cupboard to try and ease his aching muscles. 'I can't believe Vernon's done this,' Harry grumbled to himself 'and of all summers too. I just can't believe my luck. Wonder what Ron and Hermione would say if they saw me now.' Already, Harry could just imagine how his best friends would react. Hermione's voice was high pitched in disbelief and concern, 'How can your own relatives be so cruel? Locking you in a cupboard all summer, it's immoral!,' he could already see in his mind's eye how Hermione would fuss over him like Mrs.Weasely. And of course Ron, his best friend in the whole world, 'Can they do that? I mean like, lock you up in a cupboard. Mum's never done that, not even to Fred and George, and they cause more trouble than you.'
This caused a weak smile to grace Harry's face, although no one could see it, he could just imagine the look on the Dursley's faces if one of the twins' fireworks went off inside the house. Although this momentary flash of happiness helped him forget for second, it only made him hurt even more because a vision of Hermione and the Weaselys having fun at the Burrow or at Grimmauld Place kept tugging at the corner of Harry's mind. Not that Harry ever wanted to go back there anyway, it was just that the feeling of being left out again was nagging his conscience. It wasn't much different from last year. Everyone would be out enjoying the summer holidays while Harry was stuck in his hellhole of a home.
Harry could remember the first time Uncle Vernon had let him out of the cupboard to eat breakfast and go to the bathroom. The time inside the cupboard had gone by so torturously and slowly that each breath he took was painful and the air was stale by the time he was let out. Harry had felt like a prisoner being let out and was seeing the light of day for the first time in years. It was a crushing blow to him to learn that he had only been in the cupboard for less than a day. He had now been confined to the cupboard for three days. He had been let out for a glorious twenty minutes the day before to write a letter to Moody, Lupin, and the others to let him know he was 'okay'. He had Dursley watching over him like a prison guard so Harry had no chance to slip in the fact that he wanted out of this nuthouse...NOW. Of course he had no desire to go back to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place so he had no where to go, he was trapped.
Uncle Vernon had of course snatched the parchment up after Harry had written 'Hey how are things going? Everything's fine here. How's your summer?'
"That's enough you need to tell your freak friends," grunted Uncle Vernon before roughly tossing Hedwig's cage at Harry.
Harry tied the parchment to Hedwig's leg and whispered, "Stay with the others for a while, you'll be better of with them than here with me, I'll see you in a few days"
After the few moments of freedom, Uncle Vernon shoved Harry back into the cupboard and Hedwig's cage flew in after him and landed on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. It was as though Uncle Vernon had deliberately done that in order to make Harry as uncomfortable as possible. And as loath as Harry was to admit it, it was working.
Harry was seething with anger and frustration and longed to take it out on Uncle Vernon. Oh how he wished he could curse Vernon into oblivion. It took all of his willpower to hold back from blowing up at Vernon, or better, blowing him up.
Harry's body was numb from lack of movement and the stale air was hard to breath. He was jammed between the cage and his trunk. The fact that he was no longer an eleven year old only added to his discomfort. His mind was filled with a constant buzz, the silence around him left only the buzzing in his ears, because he had purposely blocked out all thoughts of his friends. He had in fact blocked out thoughts of everything altogether because he only felt contempt and anger for those who were free.
'I wonder what Sirius would say if he saw me like this,' contemplated Harry gloomily. The sudden thought of his deceased godfather opened the floodgates to memories Harry had long locked away in his mind and consciousness. Harry remembered the first time had seen Sirius, on the muggle news as 'armed and dangerous'. He remembered how he had thought he would be able to leave the Dursleys forever in his third year. He remembered rescuing Sirius on Buckbeak. Harry recalled every conversation he had with Sirius in the common room fire.
Harry had in fact not thought about these things if he could help it since he had left Hogwarts but Sirius's memory still haunted Harry's dreams, especially the night in the Department of Mysteries when Harry had seen his godfather...die.
Harry had suddenly realized the house was quiet. Too quiet. He strained his ears to catch possibly the slightest sound of movement. Something. But he heard nothing, only the buzzing in his own ears. It was July 5, he remembered. Today was when Dudley's friend was coming over. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley had probably gone to pick him, whoever he was, up.
For the few days he had been back, Harry was dreading the coming of Dudley's new friend. This meant Harry had to keep quiet, as though he didn't exist, although it wasn't a problem, he was quite good at it actually. The thing that Harry dreaded most was that the coming of Dudley's friend would mean Harry would be let out less and less throughout the summer. Harry could envision the family finally forgetting about him altogether and leaving him in the cupboard to rot away, suffocate and die. He visualized them finally remembering he was in the cupboard and opening it up only to find a pile bones and dust. Harry unconsciously shuddered at the thought of being forgotten and left to die all alone while the Dursleys celebrated the death of Harry, the most unnatural freak the world had created.
Living in the cupboard left Harry all the time in the world to sleep but the different emotions he had experienced so strongly had drained him of all energy, not that he had any these days. It wasn't like Harry could explain about his OWLs and how he should be starting his summer homework that had come in mountains the day before school ended. Or that he would flunk out of all his classes then would have to spend all eternity with the Dursleys until the day he died. Maybe the latter might have an effect on Vernon, thought Harry, but it wasn't like Vernon wanted him back at the freak school, Uncle Vernon just wanted him dead. Exhaustion, from who knows what, overcame Harry and he finally drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Hours later, Harry woke to the sound of the door being slammed shut. It had to be by far the hottest day yet. Harry's t-shirt stuck to his neck and clung to his body. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and upper lip and there was nothing he could do to relieve the intense heat.
Harry heard voices, one sounded oddly familiar, but it was one that Harry couldn't seem to place. He hear the clunk of someone's suitcases being dragged up the stairs and Harry knew the thing that he had dreaded happening had finally come.
Dudley's friend was here.
Moonlight-blossom: considering it took about a week to update, I apologize if you don't like the story. Although if it's the plot you don't like (when there is one) then it's your problem. As always read and review. I love you all!
I'd personally thank my reviewers except I don't have their names at the moment. Sorry. Expect a the next chapter up by Wednesday or Thursday this week.