Harry Potter and the Contiguous Bond
Prologue
This story starts off like the first Harry Potter book; before Harry finds out he's a wizard. The BIG stuff will stay the same, but a lot of other stuff will change, cough, Harry, cough, Ginny, cough. Well, start reading, I hope you all like it! Please, please, please with a cherry on top, review and tell me if my story is terrible, and please also give me a few hints on how to fix it. Also, I don't mind it if you're telling me my story is really good in your reviews, but I get that a lot (not to be conceited), and I would REALLY appreciate some criticism. Furthermore, please tell me if I made spelling or grammar mistakes, I usually don't, but just in case, tell me, because I can't stand them! And I should have all of my Harry Potter facts straight, because I HATE it when other people don't, so if I ever make a mistake in something like that, I give you the right to hate me forever and ever! As you can see, I'm kind of rambling on, and I tend to do that a lot, so just go on and read the story!
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Chapter 1:
The Dream
Harry Potter was having a dream. It was the same one he'd been having for the last fortnight. He thought there was a message behind it, but he couldn't tell what the message was.
He liked the dream though; it was pleasant and actually kind of fended off his nightmares. But it was so vague, it was annoying sometimes.
Harry knew it was about a girl, but no girl he knew looked like the girl in his dream.
The dream usually went like this:
Harry would see the back off a head with long, fiery red hair. Then, almost as if in slow motion, the head would turn around to reveal a girl's face. She had chocolate brown eyes that took Harry's breath away, and red, full lips. Next she would smile, and to Harry it seemed like the most beautiful thing on earth. Last would come her laughter, which was the only sound in this dream. It sounded to harry like a thousand wind chimes making the most wonderful noise ever.
And then it would be over before you could say "stop." Tonight was no exception; Harry had the dream and then went into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
A/N: Well, that was the first chapter, hope you liked it! I promise the others will be longer; there just wasn't a lot to say about this. You can probably expect updates at least every two weeks, if not every week. I have to go write the second chapter, so bye! Please review!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: It's not mine yet, but when I win the lottery and buy it off of J.K. Rowling, I will be queen of the world!!!! Mwahaha!!!!
Chapter 2:
Harry was suddenly woken up by the alarm clock above his head. He looked at the time; it was only 5:45 in the morning. The Dursleys hadn't wanted to get up so early to wake Harry up for his chores, so they had gotten him the cheapest alarm clock they could find. It made the most annoying noise possible! It sounded like a duck trying to scream, it was not a pleasant thing to wake up to. Harry found it very hard to keep himself from smashing it to bits every morning.
Harry sat up in bed, yawned, and made a face at the alarm clock as he slowly got out of bed and made his way to the door. Then he went to the kitchen and started to make breakfast.
The Dursleys woke up after a while and ate the breakfast Harry made without saying a word to him. All he got was a piece of moldy, old bread.
"Did you get the mail, boy?" Uncle Vernon asked Harry after breakfast. That's what he always called Harry: "boy" or "hey you." Harry wished he could tell his uncle that he had a name, but he knew that would only earn him an extra beating.
"I'll get it now Uncle Vernon," Harry replied in a bored yet obedient voice.
Harry went to the mailbox to get the mail, and as he picked it up, he saw that there was a letter addressed to him. Harry was shocked; this had never happened before, he didn't even think anyone else in the world even knew he existed.
Harry walked back to the kitchen and handed Uncle Vernon the mail, but kept the one with his name on it. Vernon took the mail and started opening it without noticing that Harry still had a letter in his hands. Harry was about to open, when Dudley (who was still eating) noticed he had the letter.
"Dad, Harry didn't give all of the mail!" Dudley cried.
"What?" asked Vernon as he looked up at Dudley and then to Harry and saw the letter in his hands. "Give that here, you."
"No, it's mine." Harry replied.
"What? Yours? That's preposterous! Now give it to me."
"No, I won't. It's addressed to me so I get to open it."
"Well who's it from then?"
Harry looked at the letter.
"It says 'Hogwarts School of-,' hey!" Harry never got to read who it was from before his uncle snatched the letter away and tore it up into a thousand little pieces before throwing it in the trash. "Why'd you throw it away?" Harry complained.
"That's none of you business, now you get back under those stairs and stay there until we say you can get out!" yelled Uncle Vernon, turning an ugly shade of green.
"But-," started Harry.
"No if, ands, or buts, just get in there!" he yelled as he pushed Harry back into the cupboard.
Harry fell onto the floor and saw Uncle Vernon lock the door from the outside. With a sigh Harry got up and lay down on his creaky bed.
The next morning was uneventful; except for when about a hundred owls delivered their letters in front of the house and Vernon get them all out of the way before any of the neighbors or Harry saw them.
The morning after that, when Uncle Vernon made sure there were no owls, letter after letter started coming through the fireplace the, windows, everywhere. Soon the whole living room floor was covered with letters and there were still more coming.
Harry ran into the room and tried to grab one, but Uncle Vernon dragged him out before he had a chance to.
The next morning, no letters came, but someone barging down the Dursley's back door…
A/N: Well that's longer; I really, really, really hope you liked it! I worked hard! Try to guess who the person barging down the door is, it's really easy! Please review, that's all I ask of you!