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 Two
As the sun was shining through the small bedroom window, a snowy owl sat eating her breakfast, and for once Harry Potter was having a normal everyday nightmare. In his dream he was sitting at a big table writing, I must not tell lies, on the back of Dolores Umbridges' neck. No one died in this dream , unlike the ones he had been having every single time he slept. Suddenly Umbridge turned into Dobby the house elf and the quill he was writing with turned into a miniature version of Hermione and she started shouting out things about her S.P.E.W. Organization. He awoke, nearly falling off the bed. Someone was pounding on his door telling him to get up and prepare breakfast.
" Weird, what the devil did that mean?" he asked himself out loud . " Probably just my brain reminding me to write to Hermione today."
After coming back from cooking breakfast for his ungrateful relatives he sat down and tried to compose a letter to Hermione, which was difficult because he didn't know where to start. He sat with blank parchment staring him in the face. Slowly he began two letters. One to Ron saying that he was fine and would be glad to be back at Hogwarts , he also asked if Ron had remembered to ask his dad about the Ministries rules of the previous year . He wanted to be back on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Then he turned to writing Hermione's letter.
Hermione,
I am truly sorry that I haven't wrote to you this summer, there are things that cannot be explained in a letter. The reasons I have stayed with my relatives this entire time, instead of returning to Number Twelve should be obvious, even to Ron. I will see you in four days when I go to pick up my school supplies for this year in Diagon Alley. I will try to tell you and Ron everything I can. I have finished my summer work, yes, even my potions essay. I still can't believe I got an 'O' O.W.L. in potions. I got to go now, I hear my Uncle stomping up the stairs as I write to you.
Bye,
Harry
P.S. Hedwig will be tired after flying such a long ways, would you keep her till she rests.
Harry attached two letters once more to the already tired Hedwig. "I know you're tired girl, but please take this letter to Ron first , then take this one to Hermione. Stay at her house for a day or so to rest. He wished that he was flying out the window with Hedwig. To feel free was something he hadn't known in a long time and he thought that he would probably never feel that free again.
A note from me: This is my first fan fiction story, so I may be slow at this. Thanks if you have read this. Let me know what you think, good or bad.