Post by jigglytuffy on Feb 28, 2006 12:17:17 GMT -6
Okay, this is my HP fic that I'm working on. It takes place right after the 6th book for those of you who have read it. I've gotten a handful of chapters so far, so what I'm gonna do is post one, and then wait for a reply or two and then post another.
♦An Unexpected Guest♦
A boy with untidy black hair, and small spectacles looked out of his window. He had only been at Privet Drive for a week, but he knew that this summer, he wouldn’t come back. His relatives, the Dursley’s, understood that he had lost someone dear to him, and so they left him alone. Even his cousin Dudley let him be. The boy’s name was Harry Potter. Harry seemed anxious and nervous, as if waiting for something because he kept looking out the window for something. The room was quiet, except for the small tapping of a white owl. “Hedwig,” said Harry, “You’ve got to be quiet. Now that Uncle Vernon is being somewhat nice to me, I don’t want him coming in here again.” The owl made a soft hoot, and the noise stopped.
All around his room lay newspapers, books, magazines, and objects, all from the wizarding world. There were two pieces of parchment. The first one read:
Harry,
Please reconsider what you plan to do. I am your friend, but stay at Hogwarts; it’s what Dumbledore would have wanted. By the way, I left a copy of Maraguy Minispew’s book, The Curse of the Black Wizard. It’s very good reading, and I think you might learn a thing or two! See you soon. Feel better.
Hermione
The second letter was a little lengthier:
Harry my mate,
Look I know that I have no right to tell you what to do, but I think you should come back to Hogwarts with us. I mean, it’s only one more year right? So, how are you doing? It’s been rough on everyone. The whole wizarding community is depressed mate. It’s gotten to the point where even Percy is back home. That’s right Percy. I can’t figure it out for the life of me why Mum and Dad took the prick back, but they did. I think he realized what he did was wrong, and now he wants forgiveness. What a Stupid idiot. Fred and George are selling pills that make you feel happy, because everyone’s so gloomy around here. I still can’t believe that he’s gone. I mean he’s Dumbledore. Dumbledore doesn’t die. Well, you know that Quidditch season has been put on hold. Everyone is in a standstill. No one seems to care about anything anymore. I knew he was important, but not to the point where people just don’t care. I can’t wait for you to come over, so we can talk more. Hermione’s glad that you stayed with your Uncle and Aunt for a week, but we are coming to get you, so don’t worry. Best wishes.
Ron
P.S. Are you still going after You-Know-Who?
Harry spent countless hours refreshing his memories of Professor Albus Dumbledore. Harry knew that he would eventually take on Voldemort alone, but he didn’t expect to not have Dumbledore’s help along the way. Harry decided that after Dumbledore’s funeral, he would leave Hogwarts and go find, and kill Voldemort with, or without his friends.
Harry Potter had lives through so much in such a short period of time. He’d lived through his parents’ death. He lived though Cedric Diggory’s death. He lived through Sirius Black’s death, but it was Albus Dumbledore’s death that Harry couldn’t live through. He no longer felt protected by Dumbledore, but felt that Dumbledore would want him to stay at Privet Drive, at least until he came of age. His birthday had just passed, and Harry felt as if he could wait no longer. He knew that Hermione and Ron didn’t send him any gifts this year, because they were all going to meet at Ron’s. How much longer will they take? Harry thought to himself. He left the window pane, and hastily cleaned. He threw papers, and objects into a giant golden trunk, and softly closed it. Then he prepared Hedwig’s cage. After Harry finished sorting out everything of importance to him, a soft bang stopped him dead in his tracks.
Finally, he thought. Harry just looked up and immediately smiled. There was a flash of red hair, and Harry knew that it was a Weasley. He was surprised to see which Weasley it was.
♦An Unexpected Guest♦
A boy with untidy black hair, and small spectacles looked out of his window. He had only been at Privet Drive for a week, but he knew that this summer, he wouldn’t come back. His relatives, the Dursley’s, understood that he had lost someone dear to him, and so they left him alone. Even his cousin Dudley let him be. The boy’s name was Harry Potter. Harry seemed anxious and nervous, as if waiting for something because he kept looking out the window for something. The room was quiet, except for the small tapping of a white owl. “Hedwig,” said Harry, “You’ve got to be quiet. Now that Uncle Vernon is being somewhat nice to me, I don’t want him coming in here again.” The owl made a soft hoot, and the noise stopped.
All around his room lay newspapers, books, magazines, and objects, all from the wizarding world. There were two pieces of parchment. The first one read:
Harry,
Please reconsider what you plan to do. I am your friend, but stay at Hogwarts; it’s what Dumbledore would have wanted. By the way, I left a copy of Maraguy Minispew’s book, The Curse of the Black Wizard. It’s very good reading, and I think you might learn a thing or two! See you soon. Feel better.
Hermione
The second letter was a little lengthier:
Harry my mate,
Look I know that I have no right to tell you what to do, but I think you should come back to Hogwarts with us. I mean, it’s only one more year right? So, how are you doing? It’s been rough on everyone. The whole wizarding community is depressed mate. It’s gotten to the point where even Percy is back home. That’s right Percy. I can’t figure it out for the life of me why Mum and Dad took the prick back, but they did. I think he realized what he did was wrong, and now he wants forgiveness. What a Stupid idiot. Fred and George are selling pills that make you feel happy, because everyone’s so gloomy around here. I still can’t believe that he’s gone. I mean he’s Dumbledore. Dumbledore doesn’t die. Well, you know that Quidditch season has been put on hold. Everyone is in a standstill. No one seems to care about anything anymore. I knew he was important, but not to the point where people just don’t care. I can’t wait for you to come over, so we can talk more. Hermione’s glad that you stayed with your Uncle and Aunt for a week, but we are coming to get you, so don’t worry. Best wishes.
Ron
P.S. Are you still going after You-Know-Who?
Harry spent countless hours refreshing his memories of Professor Albus Dumbledore. Harry knew that he would eventually take on Voldemort alone, but he didn’t expect to not have Dumbledore’s help along the way. Harry decided that after Dumbledore’s funeral, he would leave Hogwarts and go find, and kill Voldemort with, or without his friends.
Harry Potter had lives through so much in such a short period of time. He’d lived through his parents’ death. He lived though Cedric Diggory’s death. He lived through Sirius Black’s death, but it was Albus Dumbledore’s death that Harry couldn’t live through. He no longer felt protected by Dumbledore, but felt that Dumbledore would want him to stay at Privet Drive, at least until he came of age. His birthday had just passed, and Harry felt as if he could wait no longer. He knew that Hermione and Ron didn’t send him any gifts this year, because they were all going to meet at Ron’s. How much longer will they take? Harry thought to himself. He left the window pane, and hastily cleaned. He threw papers, and objects into a giant golden trunk, and softly closed it. Then he prepared Hedwig’s cage. After Harry finished sorting out everything of importance to him, a soft bang stopped him dead in his tracks.
Finally, he thought. Harry just looked up and immediately smiled. There was a flash of red hair, and Harry knew that it was a Weasley. He was surprised to see which Weasley it was.
