Harry Potter and the Sixth Book Undone
Disclaimer : I don't own anything Harry related. This is for the people like me, people that wish that the sixth book had not come out the way it did.
Rated T for violence in later chapters.
Chapter 1
It was just another ordinary ,hot and humid day on Privet Drive. Ordinary to everyone but a dark haired teen of sixteen. Harry Potter was sitting alone in the smallest bedroom of his home, thinking that things could have been different if only he could have learned Occlumency when he had the chance. Sirius was gone, and no matter what anyone said, he knew it was his fault.
" Boy, have you written you're bloody letter today," an angry Uncle Vernon shouted through the door.
" No Uncle Vernon, I'm writing it now and it would be better if you left me alone." said the frustrated teen.
" Don't take that tone with me, you sorry excuse for a person, if you say one more smart remark you will find yourself out on your backside."
Harry could be heard laughing hysterically on the other side of the door, ' If that is all he could come up with, he could really use a dictionary. I bet Hermione has about a hundred, maybe she could loan him one.' He suddenly heard a tapping on his window.
" Hedwig, you're finally back." He said opening the small window. He saw that she had a piece of parchment tied to her leg. He took it off slowly and opened it to see tiny neat hand writing of Hermione Granger.
Dear Harry,
How are you, are the Dursleys being awful to you, I bet they are, this is the fifth letter that I have sent to you, and I still haven't received a reply, please write back , I know this is a hard time for you. Please don't shut me and Ron out, yes, Ron told me that he had gotten a letter from you saying that you were going to be staying at your aunt and uncles' house for the entire summer holidays, why? It's only two more weeks till we go back to school, please write back . I miss talking to you . Ron's letters aren't exactly stimulating, he mostly talks about Quiddicth and... Well I'll let Ron tell you his news for himself. I have to go now, Harry, it's getting late and I don't want to take up Hedwig's' time,it's been nice of her to come around , even if she's not bringing a letter from you.
Love,
Hermione
Harry couldn't believe his eyes, Hermione's letter was only a paragraph, usually two to three pages. She must be busy or getting tired of writing to me, he thought glumly. He actually looked forward to her letters, she was the only one that would tell him what the Daily Prophet was saying. He had stopped getting it due to the fact that Uncle Vernon said that if one more paper came zooming into their kitchen at breakfast time , he would take Hedwig to the vet and have her put to sleep, but Harry doubted that, that would cost money to be spent on account and that never happened before. He would probably just shoot her. He looked back to Hermione's letter and noticed that it had been crumpled during his thoughts.
" I'll just have to write her a letter tomorrow, won't I Hedwig, she sounds like she's going spare. Please take this to the Order." Harry attached the ' Every thing is fine' letter to her leg and saw her fly out the window once more.