OMG! Its amazing! Stronghammer has finally posted the second chapter!
Heh, sorry it took SOO long guys. I'm back on track now. Oh, and for all you World Of Warcraft fans, I've posted a new WoW story. :) Its super cool.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of its characters. That all belongs to J.K Rowling. tear
Here we go!
Agreed.
It had taken him ages to write that letter! And all he did was write one measly little word! Harry scowled. But then again, it was better then nothing.
Harry had finally gone out on a shopping spree. With Tonks' help of course, since Harry had no fashion sense, whatsoever. He now had a whole new wardrobe. Tonks had gladly burned all of his old hand-me-downs for him. At the moment, he sported black capris, a grey t-shirt that had a green lightning bolt on it, and no socks, seeing as it WAS summer.
Of course, it had taken awhile it convince the Dursleys to let him actually go to London, but that problem was solved by Tonks, who threatened them.
-Flashback-
"Now see here, you can't just come barging into my house, demanding Po- Harry should go with you," Uncle Vernon said.
"Why not?" Tonks had asked before saying, "If he can't go, I'm not leaving."
Clearly Vernon did not want to have wizards in his house longer then nessecary, but still he persisted 'But..."
Petunia cut in saying "You can go, Harry."
Harry left with a slightly bewildered look on his face.
-End Flashback-
So Harry now had a new wardrobe, what felt like a million new books, a wand holster, short, spiked hair, and completely cured eyes. He was glad he could finally see properly. No more blurry edges!
There was a sudden knock at his door.
Harry grabbed his wand, (which he could get out of his wand holster quite quickly now), and walked over to the door. He opened it a crack and peered out.
It was Dumbledore.
Harry snarled inwardly. What did the bloody bastard want now?
"What did I do after the Department of Mysteries?"
"You destoryed my office, yelling how I knew nothing of how you felt, then we spoke-"
"Alright! Come in!" Harry said angrily. Did he just have to ramble on like that?
Dumbldore frowned. This was not how he wanted Harry to be. He expected Harry to be teary-eyed and mourning Sirius. Not looking like he despised the very sight of Dumbledore, and looking as though he were actually be training for the war! There were books all over his room, for Merlin's sake! A target on the wall, a few blast marks, and was that new clothes? Harry wasn't supposed to have access to all that money...unless- the blood drained from Dumbledore's face. Harry must've discovered the Potter Vault. That... was not a good thing.
"Well?"
Dumbledore shook off his reverie. "I wanted to talk to you. How are you faring?"
"Perfectly fine thanks," Harry said. How dare he ask about his health? When Sirius was dead, and his Vault kept from him! The fool acted like nothing was wrong! His health indeed...
"Have you gotten a letter from Gringotts? About Sirius' will?"
Harry stiffened, "Perhaps."
"You cannot go." Dumbledore said.
"Excuse me? I have a right to go, as Sirius' heir and Lord Potter!"
Dumbledore was so doomed now.
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Voldemort was in a good mood. He had some pretty odd reasons for it too. Firstly, he figured that if Potter didn't know the phrophecy before, he sure as hell knew now, courtesy of Dumbledore. Voldemort snorted, if Severus was correct in his observation, then Potter would get a change of views and become mad at Dumbledore. Perhaps even rid himself of Dumbledore, Voldemort thought gleefully. Oh yes, make no doubt, this was going to be an interesting summer.
Perhaps he should ask Potter if he wanted to join him...
Bwahahahaa...
To all the reviewers who kept complaining I never update... here I am at the end of CHAPTER TWO! Dundundunnnn
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