*~*~*A/N: Sorry if it takes me reeeeeeeeeeeally long times to update in
between chapters ... you see I only write them when I'm at my friend's
house! Yes, yes, I hear all of your cries for "GO TO YOUR FRIEND'S
HOUSE!!!!!!!!!" and I SHALL!!!!!!! Okay byebye now READ ON and enjoy!!!!!!!
And REVIEW at any cost.*~*~*
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. Wish I did. Don't own "Into the West" featuring Annie Lennox, either. Wish I did that too.
Okay, look, this chapter is really short too, I'm sorry!!!!!! Really I am. But I'm already working on the next one, which WILL BE LONGER!!!!!!!!! I SWEAR!!!!!!!!
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Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You have come to journey's end
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Harry Potter frowned into his pillow. The radio had turned on. It must be six o' clock. He groaned. Why should he care what time of day it was when Sirius wouldn't ever know?
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Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across a distant shore
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He lifted up his head and glared at the small radio beside his bed.
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Safe in my arms, you're only sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon
Why do the white gulls call
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He slammed his hand down on the 'off' button and the room went silent once more. Harry rolled his eyes. How dare that song play over the radio when he was trying to rest?
For a few minutes Harry tossed and turned, attempting to get back to sleep. Try as he might, it was useless. Grumbling under his breath about radios that were too full of themselves, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and tossed off the covers. He grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and placed them on his nose, rubbing his eyes behind the lenses.
He clumsily got dressed, throwing on a very baggy, torn pair of faded jeans that had once belonged to Dudley. He rolled up the immense sleeves of an old sweatshirt, and trudged downstairs.
Yawning, Harry opened up the fridge. Before the Dursleys all got up was one of the only times he could do whatever he wanted, and right now he wanted an apple. Grabbing one that was as green as his eyes, he took it outside and sat on the back porch.
The sun's rays blossomed over the rooftops of the houses on Magnolia Crescent a few streets down, and went straight into Harry's face. He looked away so as not to blind himself.
"BOY!"
There came a roar from inside the house. It seemed as though Uncle Vernon was awake.
"GET MY COFFEE READY!"
Harry sighed and finished his apple, tossing it away into the garbage as he went into the kitchen.
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At the same time, but worlds away, three letters carried by a scarlet-and- golden phoenix were delivered and opened.
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The kettle whistled. Harry poured the steaming hot coffee into a mug and brought it upstairs. He paused outside his own room. Why was he doing this? Uncle Vernon was perfectly capable of getting his own coffee. And besides, hadn't his friends promised to give his uncle a hard time if ever he wasn't treating Harry right?
Harry nodded to himself and walked into his room. The coffee was just the way he liked it.
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Worlds away, as he took that sip, three people looked up at a scarlet phoenix and said two words aloud.
"We accept."
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. Wish I did. Don't own "Into the West" featuring Annie Lennox, either. Wish I did that too.
Okay, look, this chapter is really short too, I'm sorry!!!!!! Really I am. But I'm already working on the next one, which WILL BE LONGER!!!!!!!!! I SWEAR!!!!!!!!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You have come to journey's end
~*~
Harry Potter frowned into his pillow. The radio had turned on. It must be six o' clock. He groaned. Why should he care what time of day it was when Sirius wouldn't ever know?
~*~
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across a distant shore
~*~
He lifted up his head and glared at the small radio beside his bed.
~*~
Safe in my arms, you're only sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon
Why do the white gulls call
~*~
He slammed his hand down on the 'off' button and the room went silent once more. Harry rolled his eyes. How dare that song play over the radio when he was trying to rest?
For a few minutes Harry tossed and turned, attempting to get back to sleep. Try as he might, it was useless. Grumbling under his breath about radios that were too full of themselves, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and tossed off the covers. He grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and placed them on his nose, rubbing his eyes behind the lenses.
He clumsily got dressed, throwing on a very baggy, torn pair of faded jeans that had once belonged to Dudley. He rolled up the immense sleeves of an old sweatshirt, and trudged downstairs.
Yawning, Harry opened up the fridge. Before the Dursleys all got up was one of the only times he could do whatever he wanted, and right now he wanted an apple. Grabbing one that was as green as his eyes, he took it outside and sat on the back porch.
The sun's rays blossomed over the rooftops of the houses on Magnolia Crescent a few streets down, and went straight into Harry's face. He looked away so as not to blind himself.
"BOY!"
There came a roar from inside the house. It seemed as though Uncle Vernon was awake.
"GET MY COFFEE READY!"
Harry sighed and finished his apple, tossing it away into the garbage as he went into the kitchen.
~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~
At the same time, but worlds away, three letters carried by a scarlet-and- golden phoenix were delivered and opened.
~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~
The kettle whistled. Harry poured the steaming hot coffee into a mug and brought it upstairs. He paused outside his own room. Why was he doing this? Uncle Vernon was perfectly capable of getting his own coffee. And besides, hadn't his friends promised to give his uncle a hard time if ever he wasn't treating Harry right?
Harry nodded to himself and walked into his room. The coffee was just the way he liked it.
~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~
Worlds away, as he took that sip, three people looked up at a scarlet phoenix and said two words aloud.
"We accept."