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November 23rd, 2003, 3:51 pm
PLEASE READ AND REVEW!!!!!Its set in Harrys sixth year at hogwarts.
I own none of the charactors/settings in this fanfiction - They all belong to JK Rowling - A Scott like myself (Woohoo!But from the Highlands of Scotland and she's from the Lowlands). Anyway...will that do?
The story should be sutable for all ages of HP fanfiction readers. Its the first time ive written a story on this site but my others normaly turn out ok. I must warn you however that (If you have not already noticed) my spelling is not all the best (Understatement of the centuary). Anyway i hope that you like the fanfiction. Its going to have - Mistery, Action, Adventure, Humer and a little Romance. Thanks for reading!
November 23rd, 2003, 8:04 pm
Im not going to name any chapters yet but i may go back and name them latter.
November 29th, 2003, 9:59 pm
Im going to start the story now but im only half way through my current exams so i might not update much for the next week or two. Please read but remember i have warned you my spelling is pretty bad and ive only just turned 15. I hope i get some good revews!
Anyway here goe's-
It was a cold morning in late July, early and bleak. The sun had not fully risen in the sky, the grass glistend slightly, not with due drops or rain but with frost. The past few days had dawned and ended with the same abnormaly cold and mistearious weather. They seamed to mimic almost exactly the fealings of a young boy that lived at number four Privet Drive and had a lightning bolt scar- who was just at that particular moment in time awaking from very few troubled hours of sleep.
Harry Potter had not had much sleep at all lately. He'd lost track of how long he'd been in that room. It could have been hours, days, weeks-he did not know. He did not care. He'd been surviving only on some cakes Mrs Weasley had sent him at the beginning of the holidays. It was cold inside as well as out, but Harry was to deep in thought to notice. What he did notice however, was the fealing that seamed too hang in the air - anticipation. Perhaps he emagend it, but even the wind seamed to be holding its breath thease days-it had not blown in a week.
Harry missed his godfather terribbly and tried as best as he could to keep his mind of the horrible thing that had happend to him. But when ever he pushed that thought away another one just as nasty would take its plase so he would be fourced to choose which of the thoughts to dwell on.
Oh no! I have to sign off for a moment but i will write more in a min. Sorry about this!
November 29th, 2003, 11:00 pm
Ok im back here i go again-
Things mulled over and over in his mind, no matter how hard he tried to shut them out. He knew now. He knew the thoughts would always be with him. He knew that he had only began to see the horror that was about to be unleashed on the magic and muggle world alike. Voldermort had been foiled again, it had been proved to the wizarding world he had returned: Now he need not hide, he would show no mercy. The only person with any chance of stopping him was a small, skinny, fifteen year old boy with a wand that would be of no use when the time finally came to duel to the death.
Yes, Harry had realised this. He had no way of defeating his mortal enemy, no way of saving himself or the world from Voldermorts wrath. His days were plauged with memorys of the past and fears of what was to come and his nights were filled with short amounts of sleep in which things that should not be spoken of filled his dreams and awoke him screaming in terror. Voldermort was even now deciding on deadly plans and plots and Harry knew this, he could not feal it any more-but he could scence it. It seamed, from what he had read in the letters he had been receaving twice daily that there had not been any muggle deaths but two ministry wizards had disapeard misteriosly and rummers were going around that Voldermort was searching for somewhere where he could cause lots of deaths all at once.
Harry did not need told this-he knew already - The war was just beginning.
Harry had just awoken from a rather nasty nightmare with a scream so loud it could have been heard miles away let alone from the room next door. Harry sat up gasping and cold,so cold. His door burst open and in stormed his uncle, who was reddening rappedly and drawing himself up to a threatening hight. "WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON!?!"He screamed in more of an acusation than a question. "THIS IS THE THIRD NIGHT YOU'VE WOKE US UP!!!". "Sorry uncle Vernon", Harry murmerd-his mind still on his dream. "DARN RIGHT YOU SHOULD BE SORRY!...WHATS THE MATTER WITH YOU ANYWAY?". "Like you care"Harry spat nastely, he had returned quickely back to his scences. "I CARE IF IT DISTURBS MY SLEEP!"roard his uncle again.
A sudden urge gripped Harry...he wanted his uncle to know what he knew-to fear what he feard. His aunt and cousen had apeared in the doorway and semed to be holding their breath. Harry was not aware of deciding to tell them anything but he began to speak, his voice quivering slightly but clear "Voldermort has returnd...i told you last year...for a while he lay low, not wishing to be discoverd, but he has been foild once again and the whole wizarding world knows of his existance...now no-one is safe, witch,wizard...or muggle"Harry then added "You ask me why i awoke screaming?I cannot expect you to understand why, for you have not seen, you do not know that horrors beond your worst nightmare may lay in store for you and millions of others. But I know what woke me-Terror" as he spoke flashes of his nightmare returned to return to him. Harry lay back down and closed his eyes, thinking how lucky all the muggles were, not to know that their distruction may be nearby. He did not here his uncle leave the room for some time but on his way out Harry heard him mutter"Right...well...er... try to keep the noise down a little then".
I will write more as soon as i can. Please revew!
Ps: I know my spellings bad.
November 30th, 2003, 11:58 am
Harry did not leave his room the next day but on the evening of the day after he decidid it was time to pull himself together-after all he'd barley eaten in days. It was around 6 o'clock and the Dursleys were having their dinner. But when Harry enterd the kitchen he found that none of them were eating.
It did not take Harry long to find out why-the news was on tv and the news reader had just began to read somthing that made harrys heart give a jolt. "-The first peice of news imust give you today is grave news-" the news reader then carried on"-I regret to have to tell you that seven people died yesterday... They had been in a London Health club at a meating to disscuss healthy eating and as none of them had returnd home within three hours of when the meating was due to end some of their familys decided to go and find out what had happend. Im sure i need tell you no more of what happend after that... but a police man at the scene gave us this statement"-(They changed over to a grave looking police man)
- "Its a terrible thing that has happend today, there seems to be no visible cause of death, as far as we know all of the people were fit, healthy and happy human beings therefore we, are of cource not ruling out murder". The picture returned to the studio and the news reader carried on. "That is almost all we know currently about this tragic affair, however there are rummers going around that some of the people were found with looks of utter terror frozen on their faces".
Harrys legs gave way-it had began. He did not atempt to pull himself up for a few moments but when he did the news reader had began another story and his aunt, uncle and cousen were all staring at him-their mouths slightly open and their eyes wide in shock. Harry sat down at the tabble just as his uncle found his breath "Did...did...did HE do that?". Harry repled"Looks like it... are you already frightend to say Voldermorts name?". "Frightend!Huh!"His uncle gave a quavery laugh"Me?Me frightend?No no..i er...i just couldent remember his name"he finished lamley and sat back down to his dinner. Dudley had began to eat his too but Harrys aunt remained quite still."You will be afraid to say his name soon...i was"She mutterd fearfully and Harry saw tears well in her eyes. "Is he realy back?"she asked in a pleading voice. Harry looked straight at her and replied with a simple "Yes".
I will write more soon. PLZ revew!
November 30th, 2003, 2:30 pm
"Why should we believe yo boy?"Said his uncle suddenly"For all we no those people could just have died natuarly, i bet your just telling a lie to try and scare your aunt". Anger rose up in Harry "So" He said quivering with rage and standing up "Acording to you seven people dropped dead of natuaral causes at the same time in the same place"Harry said, his voice growing steadly louder "You acuse me of lying, you ignore the fact that ive woke up almost every night of this holiday screaming!Harry calmed his voice down, he took a deep breath and added"I asure im not lying-Voldermort is back.
Harrys uncle took a while to regain himself but when he did he mutterd somthing that sounded very much like "Utter rubbish". Harry would have stormed from the room but he was hungry, he sat down infront of food which his aunt had put there. "Belive what you want uncle Vernon"he mutterd nastly and began to wolf down his dinner. He still had over 5 weeks left before Hogwarts was open again, but perhaps the Weasleys would invite him to stay soon. He hoped so, he hated it at Privet Drive. But he thought to himself "At least im safe here".
Dudley was still sticking to his diet but he gave up on it ocasionally and pigged out, at this moment in time he was trying to prevent himself taking Harrys.
Dudley seemed to have quite recoverd from the Dementor attack but both himself and his father had been deeply disapointed that Harry had not been given the death penalty. Harry still wonderd when ever he saw Dudley what he had seen that night but of cource he did not ask.
Harry had just finnished his Dinner when an owl flew through the open window.
I will write more soon-Dont worry it will get better.
November 30th, 2003, 5:13 pm
It was pig. The tiny owl flew four times round the room before landing on Harrys outstreached arm. Harry untied the note that was atached to pigs leg, opend it and began to read-
Harry, i dont know if you've heard it on the muggle news but as you told us to keep you informed i thought id better let you know: You-know-who's killed a buch of muggles it Happend in London but the polies men found the people first. Dad says Fudge was furies-Fudge does'nt want the muggles to suspect anything. There was a gathering of over 100 muggles for somthing or other at the other side of London and Fudge thought that would be where You know-who would strike so he sent all of his men there and WE only found out about it after the polies did so no-one could stop it happening. The whole wizarding world is in outrage and uproar. Dads been worked of his feet latley and so have the others. I cant say anymore at the moment but hopefully you can come and stay soon.
When Harry looked up he saw that pigwigeon was eating the food in his plate and aunt Petunia was giving it a digusted look "Ok pig, go back to Ron"Harry said lifting it up and putting it out the window. Turning round he saw his uncle was once again red in the face"Well?"He asked. "The letter was sent by my friend Ron confirmig that those people were killed by Voldermort"Harry replied. He left the kitchen-he was no longer hungry.
December 1st, 2003, 6:47 pm
The weeks dragged slowly but the cold had soon been replaced by its usual scorching heat and there was once again a water shortage. The resadents of Surry were all extreamly baffled about the strange weather and it was now the favorite topic of Mrs Dursley to discuss with the naibours. Harry was now only reciving letters once or twice a week from Ron and Hermione because they had been warned it might not be safe to send out so many letters to that adress. Aparrently (acording to the muggle news)there had been no more attacks but this did not calm Harry. One morning he got a letter from Hermione which had been made so that only he could understand the hidden messages.
To my dear friend
Hope your well. From what ive been told things are rather hectic at Rons and at the other place. There have been lots of problems but nothing that cant be handled yet. Im going on Holiday for a short while sometime soon but i will be back long before school starts. Oh, and i heard the results of last terms exams will be ariving soon. I do hope i passed.
Goodbye for now!
Harrys stomach clenched - O.W.L results! Great now he had somthig else to worry about. Sure enough the results arived only two days latter. Harry was sitting in the living room at lunch time watching the news when a large screach owl flew in through the wide open window, droped a letter straight on to Harrys lap and then flew straight out again. The Dursleys were looking at him. "Have you been expelled?"asked Dudley. "No"said Harry looking at the strange envalope which was light but rather large and sky blue in colour it had the Hogwarts seal which instead of being red was a deap, dark blue with gold emblem "Its my exam results".
"Your type have to pass exams?"asked Harrys uncle"What do they test you on...pulling rabbits out of hats?"he said nastely. Harry ignored him, opend his letter and began to read:
To mister Harry Potter
I am pleased to inclose the results of your OWL exams-
O = Outstanding
E = Exellant
A = Avarage
P = Poor
D = Dreadfull
Astronimy - A
Care of magical creatures - O
Charms - O
Defence against the dark arts-O
Divination - A
Herboligy - O
History of magic - E
Transfigureation - O
Professer M. McGonigal.
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December 3rd, 2003, 5:12 pm
It took Harry a long time to take in what he had just read - Potions = O. How had he managed that? He suposed Dumbledore must have had somthing to do with it. So he had acheaved six OWLS (wouldent McGonigal be pleased). But on the bad side, he'd have to carry on with potions and that ment-Snape. All in all however Harry felt he had done briliantly on his exams. It was as Harry was replacing the letter he noticed somthing else was in the envalope. A smaller white folded letter which said on the frount - Dear Mr Potter enclosed are the subjects you can take plase in next term. Your O.W.L. results should be read first.
Harry opend the envalope and read-
The subjects avalible next year varie on your results and the strictness of the teacher of the subject. Enclosed is the MINIMUM results you will need to continue with the different subjects you have took part in for the last 2 years-
Astronimy - A
Care of magical creachures - A
Charms - Acsepts all levels
Defence against the dark arts - Acepts all levels.
Divination - E
Herboligy - Acepts all levels
History of Magic - Acepts all levels
Potions - E
Transfigureation - E
Therefore these are the subjects you will be taking part in next term-
Care of magical creachures,
Defence against the dark arts,
History of magic,
Harry put the letter back in the envalope and left the room without a word. He climbed the stairs and went into his room. Apon entry Harry put the letter with his results securley into his trunk and locked it. But now he had not got his OWL results to worry about he found his mind was already begining to dwell, once again, on more fearfull thoughts.
I will write more soon!
December 3rd, 2003, 10:28 pm
Soon Harrys birthday came around once more. But it was not untill he had been sixteen for two hours that an owl arived-it was Hedwig. She had been away for two days and when she arived Harry was already asleep. The owl woke him up of cource and Harry found that she was carrying a letter from Ron and had dropped a parcel at the foot of his bed.
Harry opend the letter first-
Happy Birthday! Did you get your OWL results?I got five outstandings! Mum was realy pleased. Hey did you here Hermiones going on holiday again! I wonder where she's going...i hope it's not to see Krum. It must cost a fortune for her to go on holiday every year...i bet Krums got a fortune...
Rons letter went on like this for another few paragraphs before finaly trailing of and finishing with:
"Anyway, mum says you can come and stay verry soon, So see you verry soon!"
Harry did not quite know why Ron disliked Hermione having anything to do with Krum. Harry supposed Ron had his reasons though. Harrys atension then turned to the package which was rather untidely wrapped in what he reconised to be pages of an old edition of the daily prophet.
Sorry that was such a short post but its rather late.
I will write more soon though!
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVEIW!!!!!
December 6th, 2003, 5:44 pm
Just at that moment 4 more owls flew in through his window. Three of them were carrying a long package and the other was holding a smaller parcel. Harry collected the two presents, placed them with Ron's at the foot of his bed and examend the later present closely,he did not open it-he knew what it was-His Firebolt. The other present,he suposed must be from Hagrid-The Hogwarts gamekeeper. There was a letter atached both to it and to the broomstick. Harry opend the golden envalope with the blood red seal that was on his firebolt and read it-
To Mr Potter
Enclosed inside this package is your broomstick. It is being returned to you because quiddich is to take place as usual next term. Your permenant ban from the game has been lifted however as you know Miss Virginia Weasley took your place last year in the team as seeker, but i belive that she has decided to try out to become a beater next term instead so i am sure you shall be able to return to your position. There is also the matter of Quiddich capten, both myself and proffecer Dumbledore feel that you would be the best choice for that position. As both a seeker and the new Quiddich capitan on the Griffendor quiddich team you have hard work ahead of you. The things you must do include - recuting the new members for the team,(because some left at the end of last term)desiding on the times for the teams training and helping your team train to the best of it's abilitys. I hope to see you working hard.
Quiddich capitan, he was going to be quiddich capitan-This had to be the best birthday he'd ever had! Harry decided not to unwrap his broom stick-the extra packaging would help keep it safe. So he simply placed it into his case. Harry then turned to read Hagrids letter but before he could do so another owl flew through his window-he did not reconise it. It dropped its parcel straight onto his bed, turned round and flew straight out of the window from which it had just flew in. Harry decided to open it first. Inside it he found a book called "Hogwarts a History" and he knew emediatly it was from Hermione, there was also a pack of Bertie Botts every flavor beans. Harry found a letter inside the book.
I told yo it would be a good idea for you to read this but you never listned so ive took matters into my own hands. I will see you verry soon. Happy Birthday!
Harry placed the book and sweets back on his bed and turned to Hagrids present which consisted of a book of information on magical creachures called - "A guide to 500 mistic creatures" and a box of fairy cakes with strange blue icing that Harry decided to eat only if there was nothing else left in the house. Hagrids letter wished him a Happy Birthday and told him that the icing on the cakes was his own special mixture.
Finally Harry turned to Rons gift and unwrapped it to find-
Five packs of chocolate frogs and - a little golden griffen (Winged lion) about the size of his hand. It was made of what apeard to be pure gold-but surley it wasnt, after all; Ron would never be able to afored such a thing. Its eyes apeard to be made of rubeys and it was in a standing position, its mouth open as if in mid roar. Harry found that Ron had put another letter inside the package and he read it-
I hope you like the griffen, i had to borrow a small amount from Fred and George but not much because the shop owner sold it to me half price-he knows dad. The griffen stands for griffendor and it ataches on to the broomstick just before the twigs and infront of where you would hold on to the handle. It even Roars when the person on the broom stick gets the quaffle, hits a bludger away, scores a goal or catches the snitch! There were ones in the shop for ravenclaw, Slytheran and Hufflepuff too but they cost 20 gallions at normal price so i dont think many people will buy them. You are playing quiddich this year arnt you? Surley McGonigal will lift your ban! Ginny says she's going to try out for beater this year.
C u soon!
Harry picked up all of his preasents and put them in his case with his broomstick. Yes he had had a good birthday. He just hoped that he would be leaving Prievet drive soon.
I will write again soon. PLEASE REVEW!!!
December 6th, 2003, 10:45 pm
Harry awoke the next day to sunlight streaming in through his window. Looking at the old clock beside his bed he found it was ten o clock. It was a Saterday and was already scorching hot. He got up and dressed and went down stairs hoping to take some food from the cuboard without any questions. However the moment he left his room his path was blocked by a late rising uncle Vernon.
"Diddent hear you wake last night" He grunted. "Nope, i dident wake...for a change"replied Harry, glad of his goodnights sleep. His uncle seemed however to be in a very pleasent mood-Harry suposed he to, was glad of a goodnights sleep, there was also the fact that he had sold lots of drills the day before to a rather large DIY shop in Kent. They went down stairs to find thet Petunia was outside in the large, well kept back garden talking to another nosie lady over the garden fence and Dudley was watching a boxing program on TV whilst absent mindedly tryng and failing to bring a cup of tea to his mouth because he kept shouting at the TV.
Around half an hour latter a letter from Ron arived that told him to pack and be ready to leave at any time during the next three days. "Ron says someone will be sent to pick me up either today, tomorrow or the day after that"Harry told his uncle. Uncle Vernon reacted the way Harry thought he would (He went right purple and acted as though the world was coming to an end).
Eventualy Harrys ant came out of her horrified trance and decided she would cook a fry up breakfast to give Dudley at treat and to take her husbands and her own mind of the horrors to come. Around 11:15 - the doorbell wrang. The effect of such an ordanary everyday thing on the Dursleys was unbalevable.
December 14th, 2003, 12:03 pm
I will try write more soon.
January 10th, 2004, 9:41 pm
Petunia half screamed and Harrys uncle sent the papper he had been holding across the room causing it to land on the chip pan - which, was full of used fat-and still turned on, so needless to say it caught fire. Dudley gave a yell like a startled pig and fell backwords from his chair and as he fell he knocked his plate with his foot so that when he landed on his back it landed on his face. Petunia screamed again and ran over to help Dudley up. No one noticed the chip pan. Harrys uncle then began to choke on the bit of baken he had been chewing and was now turning purple. Once again Harrys aunt screamed and ran over to help her husband. Harry sat there torn between laughter and amazment.
Now Dudley had saw the chip pan on fire (And the curtans looked very close to the flames). His father was still choking and there was another knock at the door. Dudley had bounded across the room and filled a spare pan full of water and he was half way to the chip pan when his uncle finaly stopped choking and along with Petunia - noticed what Dudley was doing. At that same moment Harry came out of his amazed trance. Dudley was by the cooker, "NO DUDLEY!!!"screamed Harry and his aunt and uncle in unison, But Dudley wasnt listening - fear was in his eyes and he lifted the pan , Before Harry knew what he was doing he was on his feet, Dudley was tipping the pan, Harry felt he wasnt going to get there on time as he leapt and skidded over the tabble, the water began to leave the pan, Harry jumped and flew through the air towards Dudley, this was the end, they were all going to die, Harry shut his eyes, Half the water about to hit the pan was the last thing he saw.
He hit Dudley, with his arms outstreached and pushed him, they seamed to be in the air for ages, falling, falling...and finaly Harry felt himself and his cousen hit the ground and just at that moment there was an explosion and heat, heat more hot that he could have ever imagend seamed to be around him, in the very air he breather in, his lungs burned and he was reminded on the curse which Voldermort had place apon him many times. But it did not last long, not long enough to seariosly harm him anyway. But for a few moments he felt sure he was dead.
His cousen brought him to his sences with a rather muffled "Ger offa me". He roled of his cousen and sat up to find almost half the kitchen charcoal black and his aunt and uncle cowering, with there hands on their heads under the tabble. They were both pitch black and there hair was on end and quite clearly singed, they looked horrafied, Dudley looked pretty much the same as them and he let out a small whimper like a lost puppy. Harry looked just as dirty as the others but the explosion had not damaged his hair.
Then there came another knock at the door, but it was more timid this time. The Dursleys looked up at the door slowly as it creaked open. The postman. He had oviosly heard the explosion. He gasped at the sight before him and stepped back and stumbled down the steps, Standing up again he said "Er...er well...i, i'll just leave the parcel here then...shall i? ... yes,yes well, ok good...good morning then...". With that he dropped the parcel he was holding, turned round and ran from the garden at full speed and tripped over his bike in his hurry but he soon got up again, mounted it and sikled of again as quick as he could, clearly thinking that the people of number Four Privet drive were compleatly and utterly mad.
January 11th, 2004, 2:00 pm
The Dursleys turned to face Harry and he knew they were blaming him for what had happend. As usual - everything was his fault (acording to the Dursleys anyway). Harry decided he'd better at least try to defend himself "It wasnt me that poard the water!"he said angrily. But his words seamed to have no effect on his aunt or uncle they just continued to stare at him. So deciding he'd better get out of there, before his uncle found his voice again; he picked himself up of the floor, left the kitchen, and went upstairs. He'd get the bathroom first at least.
An our hour latter he came down stairs to find the Dursleys in pretty much the same condition as he had left them in. However they were all sitting round the kitchen tabble and seamed to have wiped their faces with a damp cloth. They reminded Harry of old fashiond chimny sweeps. "Petunia called someone to repair the damage" said Harrys uncle "The man said on the phone that by the sound of it, Dudley and yourself were lucky to survive, let alone not get hurt". Harry nodded his head to show he had heard and he waited for his uncle to begin shouting at him about the state of the kitchen. But he did not. After a moment Harry looked up and saw that his uncle and aunt did not look angry, just shaken. So thinking that they were still in shock he turned to go, fealing lucky.
But this time his aunts voice spoke "Vernon" she said in a stern voice. "Er...yes, ok dear..."He repiled in a resentfull tone, then turning to Harry said "I believe we owe you a thank you". It took a while for what he had said to think in "What"Harry replied, convinced he had heard wrong. "Thank you for saving Dudley" He said in barley more than a whisper that remined Harry of Snape in a bad mood. Dudley did not want to apolagise personaly to Harry, Harry suposed he did not want to feel in dept to him. Desiding he had better not push his luck by asking his uncle to repeat himself again Harry simply nodded his head again and left the room, Feeling for the first time he had done the right thing in saving his cousen.
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January 21st, 2004, 8:39 pm
Harry was finding it difficult to sleep. It was nearly 3am and he'd been in bed since 11pm. At first he had been exausted but his thoughts had kept him awake. Now however he was to tired - even to sleep. Harry had never been a very good person at getting to sleep he suposed it was because of his past. He had lost lots of weight during the holiday - around half a stone (He couldent help thinking about what Mrs Weasley was going to say about it). He was just considering getting up to go and read some of the book Hermione gave him when he heard a noise of a car pulling up down in the street.
Apon opening the window he saw Mr Weasleys car. He decided it would be best if he wrote a note telling the Dursleys that he had gone. Perhaps that way he would avoid being yelled at. But first he had better tell Mr Weasley to wait in the car. So he grabed his things and sneaked from his room as quickly and quietly as he could then went down stairs. Apon opening the door and walking out a few paces he came face to face with the person that had been driving the car and it was not Mr Weasley...
...It was- "-Wocher Harry!". Tonks had her hair short and brown and was dressed in what was oviosly suposed to be muggle clothing but it was, as usual, years out of fashion. On her nose sat the biggest pair of glasses Harry had ever seen that, in Harrys opinion, made her look like the divination teacher at Hogwarts. Also with her were Rons older brother Bill, Mad-eye Moody and and Proffeser Lupin". "My bottoms gone to sleep after sitting on that seat for so long" Said Tonks "Muggle chairs are so uncomfortable!". Now Mad-eye steped out of the car "Well Potter have you got your stuff?"he matterd quietly. Harry nodded. "Good, we'll be of on the signal as usual"he said just as quiet . "Shouldent i leave a note?" Asked Harry. "No,no Potter thats all taken care of, dont you worry about it..." and Harry had the strange fealing that Moodey was smirking slightly when he said this. They all got into the car and waited eagarly for the signal.
May 9th, 2004, 8:53 pm
It soon came; some green sparks appeared in the air as if from no-where-and they were off. It was as if all his troubles had been left behind with the Dursleys as they sped of down the road so fast that Harry began to hope they werenít done for speeding, he supposed however that the invisibility booster was on.
"Where are we going?...not to-" Harry began to ask"-no, you'll be going to Mollyís place first" Lupin said, and then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small package "Here, this is from all of us, sorry itís late - we couldnít send it by owl-post". Harry took it and opened it slowly, inside was a rather small and old looking book, its cover seamed; as if it was made of silver, but needed polished and incrusted with one tiny pink amyst in the middle. The title on the book was written in faded gold ink-it read the legend of the pink diamond and other tales of old.
"Ginny and Molly have gifts for you to, Molly couldnít send hers by post because she was worried it would break and Ginny's having a hard time trying to borrow an owl from anyone". "Ginny bought me a present?" Harry thought to himself whilst feeling bewildered.
Before Harry knew it: They were ariving at the Weasleys and he was being usherd towards the warmth of the burrow by the others. They were greated outside the door by Fred and George who were crying with laughter at some joke they had no-dought played on an unsuspecting member of the Weasley family, but they were to overwhelmed with laughter to talk about it at that moment in time. Harry was supprised to find that the rest of the weasleys fanmily exept Ron, Ginny and (for ovious reasons) Percy were seated at the kitchen tabble.
Sorry im going to have to stop there for now AND sorry i havent updated in AGES but i will update again soon. PLEASE REVIEW!
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