Half the world's countries have at least had one person who has read this story, except the USA because they have over 200 who have read it…
I was shocked when I saw that! I was so shocked that I hid behind my laptop because I never thought that people would like it.
I was happy but also very amazed because I didn't think my story was that good… I've only been posting 4 a little while…
Enough drama! On with the story! I promised that I would make a really long chap.
So here it is.
I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
Chapter 7
And then he was gone, flying over the surrounding countryside, towards the oncoming forests of Iell on his firebolt.
A God is born from the ashes of old, He rose from the ashes to burn the world and create a green, pure world in its place.
"Wow, this feeling is amazing." 'It never ceases to amaze me how wonderful flying makes me feel. It is like I don't know just pure happiness.'
"Yi-ha, Oh yeah! Oh, wait, I know the perfect thing where is it?" Harry whooped in pure elation and began to search frantically for his ipod.
Two seconds later Harry found it in his left hoodie pocket. And flipped through his playlists until he found 'Quidich Songs' and then scrolled down until he saw 'Pressure Down' by John Farnham then pressed play and started to sing along.
Oh Yeah
Set the wheels in motion
Watch them turning round
I wanna sail across the ocean
I've grown weary of this town
Take the Pressure Down
Cause I can feel it
It's rising like a storm
Take all of the wheels, turn em' around
Take the pressure down
In the City full of danger
Lead out separate lives
And I was frightened by a stranger
With desperation in her eyes
Take the pressure down: Harry sang as he did a graceful flip. The burning tail following him like the tail of a comet.
Cause I can feel it, it's rising like a storm
Take all of the wheels, turn em' around
Take the pressure down
Someone turn the pressure up!
I call your name, and you will come
And I was trapped like a prisoner in this lonely town
I wanna let things slide
Until the pressure goes down!
'God I love this song! It's uplifting and it can make me smile and sing along even though I'm bad at it.'
Oh the winner tells a story
The loser hides in shame
The winner steals the glory
While the loser takes the pain
Take the pressure down!
Cause I can feel it, it's rising like a storm
Take all of the wheels, turn em' around
Take the pressure down!
Take the pressure down
Cause I can feel it, it's rising like a storm
Take all of the wheels, tern em' around
Take the pressure down!
Take the pressure down
Cause I can feel it, it's rising like a storm
Take all of the wheels, turn em' around
Take the pressure down!
'Wow, John Farnham and Elton John are geniuses. Harry thought as he saw a small clearing in the distance.
'wonder what that is… looks like a clearing… wonder what's in there.'
After flying to the clearing, he landed and began to survey it.
As Harry surveyed the clearing he saw a small brook that ran swiftly through it and as he kept looking he saw an old cabin off to the side of the clearing.
'maybe a woodcutter's cabin? It looks really old though…' Harry thought to himself as he walked towards the cabin with his broom in hand.
As Harry got closer he began to realize that this was exactly what he needed.
"Perfect" Harry said with a happy sigh "It's perfect. I can live here until the end of summer and come here for the next summer instead of going back to the Dursley's."
"It's the perfect sanctuary, hidden and secret, the perfect place, away from the rest of the world, all of my responsibilities."
Harry strode the last few meters with a purposeful gait and reached out for the door and pulled.
The door swung open to reveal a very cozy looking cabin covered in centuries of dust.
"Well it's easy to say that I will be safe here. It looks like the last time someone was here was a millennia ago." Harry confidently said to himself.
The cabin was simple and quaint. It was made of stone and pine by what Harry could tell.
As Harry explored he saw one room on the ground floor that had a fireplace and a table and chairs and just off to the side was a small kitchen area.
After further investigation Harry saw that the stove in the kitchen was an old wood stove. 'Yep definitely an old woodcutter cabin'
There was a cooking bench next to the pantry and stove that had two cupboards.
Inside the cupboards Harry found cleaning supplies in one and plates, cups and eating utensils in the other.
As Harry continued to wander around the cabin he found a ladder next to the pantry, hidden in the corner.
'Unless you looked really carefully you would never find it'
Harry slowly approached the ladder. It seemed to go up through the ceiling and into an attic bedroom.
"cool"
At the top of the ladder Harry found a cozy looking bed with wool blankets and another stone fireplace.
At the end of the bed was a chest and there was a wash stand with a mirror next to the fireplace.
To say Harry was happy would be an understatement. He was overjoyed. The place had obviously been abandoned and now it was his to make his home.
After unlocking the chest at the end of the bed with a mental command he found more blankets inside and an empty journal.
'Does this mean I can do wandless magic? Can the ministry detect wandless magic?' Harry wondered to himself and he descended the ladder once more.
"Whatever. Welcome to your new home Harry!" Harry said with a smile on his face.
"The only thing it needs is a good cleaning and an airing." Harry said as he went to the cupboard that he knew held cleaning rags and buckets. He also found a broom and mop in the pantry but that was all that was in there except a kettle and a big cooking pot.
"Well, I might as well get started" Harry said as he walked towards the brook to fill the cleaning bucket.
For the rest of the morning and until mid-afternoon Harry cleaned the cabin until it was perfect. Harry started by opening the windows on the ground floor and in the attic bedroom to get fresh air into the house. After he began to dust, scrub and wash the sheets and blankets for the bed. After hours of work there was no dust in the cabin and the cooking and eating implements had been scrubbed in hot soapy water.
The cabin was ready for Harry to live in.
"Now all I need is my stuff… I should probably go back and thank them for offering to have me for the rest of the summer but that I have a new place to stay." Harry grumbled as he grabbed his broom which immediately burst into flames at the end.
As Harry walked back into the center of the clearing he whispered to his new home "I am your new owner. I have restored you to your former glory now you must do your part. Do not let anyone in unless I personally say they can come in."
As Harry said this he felt the power of his core wrap around the house and consume it in a evergreen color. Harry knew that his new home was protected as he zoomed back towards the Burrow.
Fire is beautiful and passionate but it is also the creator of peace and happiness.
Long enough?
I hope so my fingers hurt after writing this.
I hope you love it!
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If you review I promise Draco will enter the story faster!
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