Chapter One
Alone
It was a cold windy day. Doors and windows were shut to keep the air from coming into their warm cozy houses. Children lay curled up in their beds, blankets wrapped around them protectively. Only one person remained outside.
Harry James Potter had untidy jet black hair, round spectacles, and had a lightning shaped scar on his forehead, hid behind a curtain of bangs. He was very skinny, and was very pale.
Harry got his scar from an attack on his family sixteen years ago. Lord Voldemort, the most feared wizard in the world had attacked Harry. His mother died to save him. When Voldemort had killed both his mother and father, he turned his wand on Harry, and said the killing curse. The curse bounced back at Voldemort, hitting him instead. Voldemort was torn from his body.
He moved to the albino forest, where he stayed for eleven slow years. A wizard, by the name of Quirrel stumbled across the enraged lord. Voldemort made him side with evil, and soon, he possessed the wizard.
Quirrel was also a teacher at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Voldemort and Quirrel tried steal the Philosopher's stone all year. Harry thwarted him and was nearly killed in the process.
Then three years later, Voldemort got his body back, using Harry's blood. Voldemort tried to kill Harry yet again, but He had slipped through Voldemorts clutches.
Harry's cheeks and nose were turning red. Harry wrapped his scarf around his tightly. Harry continued got the road he was walking on, shivering every now and then.
Soon, Harry came to a stop. Harry heard a soft 'Meow." Harry looked to his left. Standing there, covered in snow, was a female kitten. I had white fur, a black paw, and a black tail.
Harry walked over to the cold kitten and picked it up, hiding it under his cloak. The kitten looked up at him with bright blue eyes.
"Hi there…" Smiled Harry. Harry noticed he didn't have a name for her.
"Can I call you Missy?" Asked Harry. The kitten gave a soft meow in reply.
"Wanna come home with me?" Harry thought for a second that the small cat smiled. Missy put her head on his chest and curled up into a ball. Harry held her tightly to him.
He continued to walk, with Missy fast asleep under his cloak, and Harry petting her softly.
After awhile, it started to rain Harry. Harry soon became drenched. Harry shivered. He took his wand out and cast a drying charm on both Missy and Himself, then cast a heating charm on them.
Again, Missy was asleep. Harry walked over to the old park. Leaves twirled around his as he walked over to a bench. Harry sat on it, trying not to annoy Missy. Missy began to meow hungrily.
Harry took out his wand and summoned some cat nap. He hid it under his cloak, and Missy began to eat hungrily. Harry then, waved his wand, and with a crack, a thermos of hot chocolate appeared in front of him. Harry grabbed it and opened the lid. Harry looked down at Missy, and saw she was sleeping again.
Harry flicked his wand and a bag appeared in front of him. It was perfect for Missy. It had a opening so Missy could breathe, and there was already blankets at the bottom.
Harry picked up the ball of fur, and put it in the bag gently, then swung the bag over his shoulder, taking care not to annoy Missy too much.
Harry wished that he could go lay in a nice warm bed, but he had lost the house he was staying at. Harry had turned seventeen two hours ago, and the Dursley's had kicked him out, he hadn't even had time to gather his stuff. Harry knew that when he got to the burrow, he could just summon them there. He didn't need his stuff at the moment.
Harry was miles away from the burrow, and he couldn't apparate there, because of fear of getting arrest.
Harry decided he would walk to Diagon Alley, and ask Fred and George for help. The Ministry had made Floo Powdering illegal because many dark wizards were using the network.
Harry heard Missy meow tiredly; Harry decided it would be better to not wake her up fully. He knew he had to find shelter, but where?
Harry walked fifteen minutes, before he came across a cabin. It was made of wood that were rotting, it looked ready to cave in. The grass around it was long, it almost covered the house. Harry had no other choice.
He walked up to the door, and opened the door. Inside wasn't much better. The walls were rotting. The few tables and chairs that were there, were rusting, along with some plates and silverware. A fireplace also stood in the cabin, it was discoloring. Cobwebs were planted inside. Dust covered every inch of the room.
Harry took out his wand and gave it a flick. The dirt disappeared; the rusting walls went stiff and soon looked new. The fireplace was free of cobwebs, and rust. The little wood cabin looked new. Harry put the bag down, that held the sleeping Missy.
Harry flicked his wand again. A bed and a cat bed lay next to each other. Harry turned and opened the bag. Missy looked up at Harry, her blue eyes shone as he looked back.
Harry picked her up and set her in the cat bed. Food and milk stood beside it. Harry crawled into his bed, and shut his eyes. He gave one last yawn before he fell into a deep sleep.
When Harry woke up, he saw that Missy was curled up beside him. He stretched, and then stroked the kitten gently. Harry kissed Missy on the head, before he stood up, and began to look around. After a few minutes, he found a poem;
The wind blows lightly, but I still sway.
My darling moves beside me.
I'll miss her.
She's my everything.
She's what made me what I am today.
The lightning roars as I put my arms over her waist as she sleeps.
A tear rolls down my cheek.
She'll be the only thing I miss in this so-called life.
I hold her close.
I kiss her cheek.
I'll miss her.
I wish I could stay with her.
I give her one last kiss on the cheek.
"I love you…" I whispered to her.
She smiles.
Goodbye my Darling…
(A/N) I wrote this poem, hope you enjoyed it.
Harry stared at the little slip of paper. He then slipped it into his pocket, saving it for later.
Harry then moved around the cabin, and soon found a book of poems. Harry opened it, and read the first poem;
People die and people live.
Please cry and people scream.
Nobody forgets.
People growl and people smile.
People ly and people stand.
Nobody knows.
Nobody forgets who they have lost.
Nobody forgets the pain.
People live and die.
Hero's they were…
They saved you from horror.
May they rest in peace.
People laugh and people yell.
People hug and people bite.
Nobody forgets.
People love and People hate.
People Breathe and People die.
Nobody forgets there last heart beat.
Nobody forgets their screams.
Nobody wants to be alone.
People we love we remember.
We don't forget there laugh,
We don't forget there smile.
May they rest in peace.
(A/N) I wrote this one also.
Harry turned to the last page of the book, and read the poem;
I'm lost without you beside me.
I remember your last breathe.
I remember your last words.
I remember your touch.
I won't forget you.
I know you're safe.
But I won't forget you.
I visit you in my dreams.
You say you're safe.
You say you love me.
But do you?
I remember your smile.
I remember your laugh.
I remember your green eyes.
I love you
I promise I won't forget you.
(A/N) I wrote this one too… Hope you enjoyed.
Harry then tuned to the front and looked to see who the book belonged to.
This book is owned by; James Potter. Harry nearly dropped the book is surprise. The book was written by his father!
Harry smiled. He shrunk the book, and then stuck it in his pocket. Harry decided it was better to eat, and then leave.
Harry spent all morning running around, making supper. He even made Missy a bowl of meats.
Harry gobbled down his breakfast quickly, so did Missy. Once there were done, Harry picked Missy up and stuck her in his bag, and left quickly.
The weather had settled down a bit, but it was still extremely cold. Harry shivered, and then cast a heating charm on him, and Missy.
Harry wrapped his scarf around him tighter. Harry stretched before he started out. The weather began to get worst.
The wind began to hit him so ferociously, he could barely move. Harry shuddered. He looked to his side and saw a cave. Harry ran to it and jumped in.
It wasn't that big. It was just enough room to save him from the weather. Harry took the bag off of his back and set it in his lap.
He took out the small book from his pocket, resized it, cast Lumos, then flipped open the page.
He turned to the fifth poem, and began to red;
The sun is shining brightly overhead.
That is when I saw her.
Her head was as red as fire.
And her eyes as Green as emeralds.
Oh, how she shines.
Surrounded by people she knows and loves.
I would love to be over there.
My hand in hers.
I wish she was mine.
She's so beautiful.
She smiled at me,
Then turns away.
I want her.
I hope she wants me back.
There was a another one underneath;
Bestfriends are there for each other.
We're suppose to stick together.
And we will…
Bestfriends are meant to have fun
To laugh, sing, and cry together.
Bestfriends are mean to Yell, Scream
And Fight together.
They're meant to stand hand in hand.
They're meant to not leave your side.
Bestfriends forever.
Harry smiled happily, flipping through the pages. Harry's eyes began to itch with sleepiness. Harry yawned, and then stretched. He re-shrunk the book and put it back in his pocket. He created some pillows and a blanket out of think air. He put his head on the pillows, and wrapped himself in the blankets. Ready to dream the day away…
(A/N) Hope you like this story, this is a long chapter, probably one of my biggest ones yet, hope you enjoy. Please review. The more reviews I get, the faster I'll try to update. Thanks.