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Memories of the Past, Horrors of the Future
"Harry, stop being like this!" Hermione Granger screamed.
"Being like what? I'm just sitting here." Harry Potter yelled back, as he threw his book down.
"Difficult! You've have been like this since the moment you got on the train to Hogwarts and I for one am sick of it!" She paused for a moment to let him take in what she just said, "Whenever Ron and I try to talk to you, you either completely ignore us or answer in one word answers!"
"Well I'm sorry, if I am not Mr. Bloody happy O.K." Harry replied, and started to storm up the stairs.
"Harry wait I'm sorry. You have a right to sad and I shouldn't have yelled at you like that," When she thought he had forgiven her she said, "Now can we just finish our homework?"
"I'm done," Harry said flatly and went up to his dormitory.
"He can't be done he just said before he couldn't understand his potions essay," said Ron who was still shocked about the fight.
"Well lets just see then," Hermione huffed shuffling through Harry's work. "It's all done."
When Ron came over and picked up Harry's potion essay a small book fell out. Ron picked it up and read the title out loud, "Memories of the Past, Horrors of the Future, by Harry James Potter. I didn't know Harry wrote a book"
"Let me see." Hermione took the book and started to read out loud, "Over the years I have noticed other books written about me, Harry James Potter. So have decided to write this book set the record straight and to tell you about the real Harry Potter." She turned the page as others came to listen, "Chapter One: In the Beginning. I have told numerous amounts of people that I do not remember the death of my parents, but the truth is I have. Of course before I knew I was a wizard I thought it was just a simple nightmare then. You see when I am not at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I live at Number 4, Privet Drive with my Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and my oaf of a cousin, Dudley. Any time spent with them was pure torture.
I grew thinking that I was worthless and lucky that they let me stay, because that was what they beat into my head. So I didn't know of or friends because I didn't have the luxury of having any. When I got my letter to Hogwarts we were on some island and Hagrid the gameskeeper at Hogwart, now Care of Magical Creatures teacher had to come and take me because the Dursleys wouldn't let me go." She continued on reading as the book told them of Harry's first, second, third, fourth, and even fifth years at Hogwarts. About an hour later She got to Harrt's sixth year, "Chapter Six: Sweet Sixteen.
Over the summer in between my Fifth and sixth year I spent most of my time mourning. Not only the loss of Sirius Black, but loss of others. I never told anyone this but I saw every one die and I felt their pain through my dreams nothing would stop them from coming. So I cried myself to sleep at night thinking "Why me? Why did he have to choose me?" But then I am glad that no one else had to feel my pain. The pain that rips me apart.
My Friends told me that I have a "Saving people thing" when they said this I knew it was true but it wasn't he point. The point is that if you saw what I see every night in my dreams then you would have a saving people thing too..." And it continued on at one point of the book it said, "sometimes I wish death upon my self so I wouldn't have to feel anymore" Then it came to then of the book, "That is my story. The fate of the world rests on my shoulders and on the 26th of October my destiny will be fulfilled. I am not the Savoir of the Wizarding World or the boy who lived. I am just Harry James Potter." Hermione finished off the book silently crying, as were the rest of the people there not even realizing what day it was.
Harry fell to the ground and closed his eyes not knowing if he would ever open them again.
How did you like it? Please R&R if you want me to continue, I think I might just make it a one shot.
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Memories of the Past, Horrors of the Future
"Harry, stop being like this!" Hermione Granger screamed.
"Being like what? I'm just sitting here." Harry Potter yelled back, as he threw his book down.
"Difficult! You've have been like this since the moment you got on the train to Hogwarts and I for one am sick of it!" She paused for a moment to let him take in what she just said, "Whenever Ron and I try to talk to you, you either completely ignore us or answer in one word answers!"
"Well I'm sorry, if I am not Mr. Bloody happy O.K." Harry replied, and started to storm up the stairs.
"Harry wait I'm sorry. You have a right to sad and I shouldn't have yelled at you like that," When she thought he had forgiven her she said, "Now can we just finish our homework?"
"I'm done," Harry said flatly and went up to his dormitory.
"He can't be done he just said before he couldn't understand his potions essay," said Ron who was still shocked about the fight.
"Well lets just see then," Hermione huffed shuffling through Harry's work. "It's all done."
When Ron came over and picked up Harry's potion essay a small book fell out. Ron picked it up and read the title out loud, "Memories of the Past, Horrors of the Future, by Harry James Potter. I didn't know Harry wrote a book"
"Let me see." Hermione took the book and started to read out loud, "Over the years I have noticed other books written about me, Harry James Potter. So have decided to write this book set the record straight and to tell you about the real Harry Potter." She turned the page as others came to listen, "Chapter One: In the Beginning. I have told numerous amounts of people that I do not remember the death of my parents, but the truth is I have. Of course before I knew I was a wizard I thought it was just a simple nightmare then. You see when I am not at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I live at Number 4, Privet Drive with my Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and my oaf of a cousin, Dudley. Any time spent with them was pure torture.
I grew thinking that I was worthless and lucky that they let me stay, because that was what they beat into my head. So I didn't know of or friends because I didn't have the luxury of having any. When I got my letter to Hogwarts we were on some island and Hagrid the gameskeeper at Hogwart, now Care of Magical Creatures teacher had to come and take me because the Dursleys wouldn't let me go." She continued on reading as the book told them of Harry's first, second, third, fourth, and even fifth years at Hogwarts. About an hour later She got to Harrt's sixth year, "Chapter Six: Sweet Sixteen.
Over the summer in between my Fifth and sixth year I spent most of my time mourning. Not only the loss of Sirius Black, but loss of others. I never told anyone this but I saw every one die and I felt their pain through my dreams nothing would stop them from coming. So I cried myself to sleep at night thinking "Why me? Why did he have to choose me?" But then I am glad that no one else had to feel my pain. The pain that rips me apart.
My Friends told me that I have a "Saving people thing" when they said this I knew it was true but it wasn't he point. The point is that if you saw what I see every night in my dreams then you would have a saving people thing too..." And it continued on at one point of the book it said, "sometimes I wish death upon my self so I wouldn't have to feel anymore" Then it came to then of the book, "That is my story. The fate of the world rests on my shoulders and on the 26th of October my destiny will be fulfilled. I am not the Savoir of the Wizarding World or the boy who lived. I am just Harry James Potter." Hermione finished off the book silently crying, as were the rest of the people there not even realizing what day it was.
Harry fell to the ground and closed his eyes not knowing if he would ever open them again.
How did you like it? Please R&R if you want me to continue, I think I might just make it a one shot.