Post by Bookworm622 on Aug 22, 2006 18:23:58 GMT -5
I personally love this story! Read it ~Bookworm622 
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“How could you do this to me?” Sixteen year old, Harry James Potter asked his two former best friends.
“It was for your own good, Harry.” Hermione Jane Granger told him in a calm voice.
“And how could ratting me out to Dumbledore be for my own good?” Harry asked, his eyes flashing with anger.
“Harry, you can’t go around killing people. It’s not right.” Ronald Bilious Weasley said.
“Oh, so you’d just put the Death Eaters in Azkaban where they are able to escape from two days later, and be back with their master, killing innocent people?” Harry stated more than ask. “I say we should get rid of them while we have the chance. Voldemort (Harry had said his name just to see Ron flinch) is losing more and more followers every day because of me. And if you don’t like it, then screw you. I’m making this war easier for us to win, while you’re following Dumbledore making it harder. It’s also making people think twice before joining Voldemort.
I should have never become friends with you two.”
Harry than turned away from his former friends, and walked out of the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the calls for him to come back. He was meeting Blaise Zabini in the entrance hall; they had a Minister to take care of.
“Hey Jimmy.” Blaise said when he saw him.
“Hi, Blaise,” Harry replied. “Are you ready to go?”
“Of course I am. Let’s go kick some Death Eater arse.” Harry smiled at his friend before they both disappeared without a sound.
Ten year old Harry James Potter woke with a start.
‘Well.” He thought. ‘That was the weirdest dream ever.’
Just then, he heard his aunt banging on the door of his cupboard.
“Boy! Get up and cook breakfast for Dudley. And make sure you make Dudley’s favorites, it is his birthday you know.” She told him while unlocking the latch.
“Yes aunt Petunia.” Harry said. “I’ll be right out.”
“You better.” She said before walking away. Harry sighed as he grabbed his glasses that were taped together. He put them on but everything just got even more blurry, Harry sighed again thinking he needed to get a new prescription. He took them off, turned on the light in his cupboard and saw that he could see clearly.
“Whatever.” He muttered
He changed into his day clothes, which was a tee shirt and a pair of pants that were at least ten sizes to big, and crawled out of the cupboard that was way too small for someone his size to call their room, but his family didn’t care. I mean, you try being five foot seven and sleeping in a room that was three foot by two foot, and see how you feel in the morning.
In spite of never getting enough nutrition, he was tall for his age. He was a lot taller than Dudley, who always whined about it.
Harry also had messy black hair that his aunt and uncle hated, and jade green eyes that his aunt hated even more. Or at least he did. He had just passed a mirror that was hanging in the hallway. His hair was still messy, but it was now silver, as were his eyes. If you looked closely you could see the blacks of his eyes were shaped like bolts of lighting. Now that you mention it, he couldn’t see the lighting bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
‘What the hell is going on?’ Harry thought to him self. ‘OK, better see if I can change back before the Dursleys see.’ Harry closed his eyes and thought of looking they way he did yesterday. He opened his eyes. He looked like himself again.
“BOY! What’s taking so long?!” Harry heard his uncle yelling. ‘I’ll worry about it later.’ Harry thought to himself as he walked into the kitchen to see Dudley whining about how he only had thirty six gifts, and started cooking for the other inhabitance of number four Privet drive. After Harry had set the food on the table, they heard the post slot open and paper falling to the floor.
“Dudley, get the post.” Vernon said to his son.
“Make Harry do it.” Dudley whined.
“Get the post boy.” Vernon told Harry.
Harry stood up from his place at the table and to the front door. He picked up the post and looked through it out of habit. Bill, bill, a letter to himself, a postcard from Vernon’s sister, bill…Wait, a letter addressed to him?
Mr. Harry Potter
The cupboard under the stairs
Number four Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
‘No,’ Harry thought. ‘This can’t be happening. Hogwarts isn’t real, it was just a dream.’ But was it?
When he looked in the mirror earlier he had silver hair and eyes and no scar. In his dream that was his preferred look. But could he really do stuff like that?
Harry tuned the parchment over and saw the Hogwarts crest. He shoved the letter into his pocket, knowing what would happen if his aunt and uncle saw it, before going back into the kitchen and handing the rest of the mail to his aunt.
After he did, Harry started cleaning the dishes. As he was, he was thinking about his dream and the letter that was still in his pocket. He knew it was from Hogwarts. This was just too weird. He has the weirdest dream he ever had in his life, now it looks like its coming true. If it is, Harry’s going to have to change some stuff.
“Oh, Marge is ill. Ate some bad whelk.” Harry heard his uncle say.
“The poor woman.” Petunia said. Harry fought a snort from coming out. ‘I didn’t know Marge was a woman.’ He thought to himself.
Just then, the phone rang. Petunia answered it. Three ‘yes’s, two ‘no’s and one ‘it’s fine’ later, she hung up.
“Who was that, Petunia?” Vernon asked.
“That was Mrs. Figg, she can’t take the boy. She tripped over one of her cats and broke her leg.” She said.
“Well, we can’t leave him here by himself; he’ll blow up the house or something. We’re going to have to take him with us.” Dudley looked at his father and burst into fake tears (not that his parents could tell they weren’t real).
“I don-don’t-t w-w-want hi-him to-to come. H-he ruins e-ev-everything.” Dudley whined. Harry rolled his eyes to himself. ‘He’s so bloody annoying!’ He thought to himself.
“I’m sorry Dudders, but he has to.” Petunia told him. Just then the doorbell rang and Vernon got up to answer it.
A few seconds later Piers Polkis (a friend of Dudley’s, who was going with the Dursley’s) ran into the kitchen. Dudley suddenly stopped his fake crying and got up from the table and walked over to his friend. He told Piers about having to take Harry with them as Piers sneered at Harry.
‘Thank Merlin he’s not going to Hogwarts. It’s bad enough I’m going to have to deal with Malfoy.’ Harry found himself thinking as he put the last dish away. ‘Thank Merlin? What the Hell?’
“Well, hurry up boy. We’re leaving now.” Vernon said
“Yes uncle Vernon.” Harry said.
Dudley, Piers, and Petunia were already waiting in the car, Dudley on the driver’s side, Piers in the middle, and Petunia in the passenger seat. Harry claimed in and sat behind his aunt.
‘Wow, my first trip to the zoo.” Harry thought. ‘Why aren’t I happier about it? Oh I know, right when we get back I’m going to be shoved into my cupboard. There’s no way I’m going to leave the snake in the zoo to be stared at all day.’ Harry sighed.
Twenty minutes later the car pulled into the zoo parking lot.
It was two hours latter and the best thing that happened to Harry was getting a half eaten ice cream after Dudley said he didn’t like it.
Harry didn’t care for the animals much. Sure, they were cool and all, but their being in cages reminded Harry to much of him self.
Finally they came to the reptile exhibit. Harry looked around at the animals until he found the boa constrictor from his dream. He walked over to it after seeing Dudley leaving the window, bored of trying to make the snake move.
“*Hello*,” Harry hissed to it. The snake looked up at him.
“*Hello, young one.*” the snake hissed back.
“*How would you like to get out of here?*” Harry asked.
“*I would love it.*”
“*Well, today’s your lucky day, for I am a wizard and am able to set you free.*” Harry said with a smile and heroic pose.
“*Can you really?*” The snake asked.
“*Yep. I’m going to make the glass disappear for a minute. That should give you enough time right?*”
“*Yes. Thank you.*”
“Mum, Dad, look at what Harry’s making it do.” Dudley yelled to his parents, pushing Harry aside making him fall to the floor. The snake looked at Harry.
“*On the count of three.*” Harry hissed quietly so only the snake heard him. The snake nodded, glanced back at Dudley, who was now standing next Vernon, Petunia and Piers, and then back at Harry.
Harry held up three fingers, he put one down, then another. A spilt second after he put down the last finger, he snapped his fingers and the glass disappeared. The snake slithered out of his cage and snapped at the ankles of the people running away from the giant snake. Harry heard the snake laughing. He turned back to look at Harry.
“*Adios, Amigo!*” It said.
Harry laughed then said as the snake went through the door.
“*Bye. Have fun!*”
Harry got on to his feet and turned to look at the people who he had come here with, only to see Dudley behind the glass of the exhibit that he had been leaning on, his aunt was yelling at the zoo workers to get her son out of there. His uncle was staring at Harry in disbelief. Piers didn’t know what to do, so he just stood there staring at Harry with wide eyes. Harry just smirked at him.
Forty minutes later, Harry was sitting in his cupboard. He had been thrown into it right when they got back to the house. He had just finished reading his letter.
‘The Dursley’s are going to have to know I got this letter. They’d probably notice I’m gone nine months out of a year when I don’t make their breakfast.’ Harry thought. ‘’We expect your owl no later than July thirty first’. I’m going to need to trick my aunt and uncle to take me to London soon, so I can get an owl from Diagon Ally, along with my school supplies. I’ll try tomorrow.’
Harry had accepted that his dream was a premonition of some sort. He was thinking about all the stuff he was going to have to change. Like not becoming friends with Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger, but Blaise Zabini and maybe Cedric Diggory. He is still going to be a Gryffindor, he had plans for that. Harry finally fell asleep around eleven that night, dreaming about what was going to happen the next day.
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“How could you do this to me?” Sixteen year old, Harry James Potter asked his two former best friends.
“It was for your own good, Harry.” Hermione Jane Granger told him in a calm voice.
“And how could ratting me out to Dumbledore be for my own good?” Harry asked, his eyes flashing with anger.
“Harry, you can’t go around killing people. It’s not right.” Ronald Bilious Weasley said.
“Oh, so you’d just put the Death Eaters in Azkaban where they are able to escape from two days later, and be back with their master, killing innocent people?” Harry stated more than ask. “I say we should get rid of them while we have the chance. Voldemort (Harry had said his name just to see Ron flinch) is losing more and more followers every day because of me. And if you don’t like it, then screw you. I’m making this war easier for us to win, while you’re following Dumbledore making it harder. It’s also making people think twice before joining Voldemort.
I should have never become friends with you two.”
Harry than turned away from his former friends, and walked out of the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the calls for him to come back. He was meeting Blaise Zabini in the entrance hall; they had a Minister to take care of.
“Hey Jimmy.” Blaise said when he saw him.
“Hi, Blaise,” Harry replied. “Are you ready to go?”
“Of course I am. Let’s go kick some Death Eater arse.” Harry smiled at his friend before they both disappeared without a sound.
Ten year old Harry James Potter woke with a start.
‘Well.” He thought. ‘That was the weirdest dream ever.’
Just then, he heard his aunt banging on the door of his cupboard.
“Boy! Get up and cook breakfast for Dudley. And make sure you make Dudley’s favorites, it is his birthday you know.” She told him while unlocking the latch.
“Yes aunt Petunia.” Harry said. “I’ll be right out.”
“You better.” She said before walking away. Harry sighed as he grabbed his glasses that were taped together. He put them on but everything just got even more blurry, Harry sighed again thinking he needed to get a new prescription. He took them off, turned on the light in his cupboard and saw that he could see clearly.
“Whatever.” He muttered
He changed into his day clothes, which was a tee shirt and a pair of pants that were at least ten sizes to big, and crawled out of the cupboard that was way too small for someone his size to call their room, but his family didn’t care. I mean, you try being five foot seven and sleeping in a room that was three foot by two foot, and see how you feel in the morning.
In spite of never getting enough nutrition, he was tall for his age. He was a lot taller than Dudley, who always whined about it.
Harry also had messy black hair that his aunt and uncle hated, and jade green eyes that his aunt hated even more. Or at least he did. He had just passed a mirror that was hanging in the hallway. His hair was still messy, but it was now silver, as were his eyes. If you looked closely you could see the blacks of his eyes were shaped like bolts of lighting. Now that you mention it, he couldn’t see the lighting bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
‘What the hell is going on?’ Harry thought to him self. ‘OK, better see if I can change back before the Dursleys see.’ Harry closed his eyes and thought of looking they way he did yesterday. He opened his eyes. He looked like himself again.
“BOY! What’s taking so long?!” Harry heard his uncle yelling. ‘I’ll worry about it later.’ Harry thought to himself as he walked into the kitchen to see Dudley whining about how he only had thirty six gifts, and started cooking for the other inhabitance of number four Privet drive. After Harry had set the food on the table, they heard the post slot open and paper falling to the floor.
“Dudley, get the post.” Vernon said to his son.
“Make Harry do it.” Dudley whined.
“Get the post boy.” Vernon told Harry.
Harry stood up from his place at the table and to the front door. He picked up the post and looked through it out of habit. Bill, bill, a letter to himself, a postcard from Vernon’s sister, bill…Wait, a letter addressed to him?
Mr. Harry Potter
The cupboard under the stairs
Number four Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
‘No,’ Harry thought. ‘This can’t be happening. Hogwarts isn’t real, it was just a dream.’ But was it?
When he looked in the mirror earlier he had silver hair and eyes and no scar. In his dream that was his preferred look. But could he really do stuff like that?
Harry tuned the parchment over and saw the Hogwarts crest. He shoved the letter into his pocket, knowing what would happen if his aunt and uncle saw it, before going back into the kitchen and handing the rest of the mail to his aunt.
After he did, Harry started cleaning the dishes. As he was, he was thinking about his dream and the letter that was still in his pocket. He knew it was from Hogwarts. This was just too weird. He has the weirdest dream he ever had in his life, now it looks like its coming true. If it is, Harry’s going to have to change some stuff.
“Oh, Marge is ill. Ate some bad whelk.” Harry heard his uncle say.
“The poor woman.” Petunia said. Harry fought a snort from coming out. ‘I didn’t know Marge was a woman.’ He thought to himself.
Just then, the phone rang. Petunia answered it. Three ‘yes’s, two ‘no’s and one ‘it’s fine’ later, she hung up.
“Who was that, Petunia?” Vernon asked.
“That was Mrs. Figg, she can’t take the boy. She tripped over one of her cats and broke her leg.” She said.
“Well, we can’t leave him here by himself; he’ll blow up the house or something. We’re going to have to take him with us.” Dudley looked at his father and burst into fake tears (not that his parents could tell they weren’t real).
“I don-don’t-t w-w-want hi-him to-to come. H-he ruins e-ev-everything.” Dudley whined. Harry rolled his eyes to himself. ‘He’s so bloody annoying!’ He thought to himself.
“I’m sorry Dudders, but he has to.” Petunia told him. Just then the doorbell rang and Vernon got up to answer it.
A few seconds later Piers Polkis (a friend of Dudley’s, who was going with the Dursley’s) ran into the kitchen. Dudley suddenly stopped his fake crying and got up from the table and walked over to his friend. He told Piers about having to take Harry with them as Piers sneered at Harry.
‘Thank Merlin he’s not going to Hogwarts. It’s bad enough I’m going to have to deal with Malfoy.’ Harry found himself thinking as he put the last dish away. ‘Thank Merlin? What the Hell?’
“Well, hurry up boy. We’re leaving now.” Vernon said
“Yes uncle Vernon.” Harry said.
Dudley, Piers, and Petunia were already waiting in the car, Dudley on the driver’s side, Piers in the middle, and Petunia in the passenger seat. Harry claimed in and sat behind his aunt.
‘Wow, my first trip to the zoo.” Harry thought. ‘Why aren’t I happier about it? Oh I know, right when we get back I’m going to be shoved into my cupboard. There’s no way I’m going to leave the snake in the zoo to be stared at all day.’ Harry sighed.
Twenty minutes later the car pulled into the zoo parking lot.
It was two hours latter and the best thing that happened to Harry was getting a half eaten ice cream after Dudley said he didn’t like it.
Harry didn’t care for the animals much. Sure, they were cool and all, but their being in cages reminded Harry to much of him self.
Finally they came to the reptile exhibit. Harry looked around at the animals until he found the boa constrictor from his dream. He walked over to it after seeing Dudley leaving the window, bored of trying to make the snake move.
“*Hello*,” Harry hissed to it. The snake looked up at him.
“*Hello, young one.*” the snake hissed back.
“*How would you like to get out of here?*” Harry asked.
“*I would love it.*”
“*Well, today’s your lucky day, for I am a wizard and am able to set you free.*” Harry said with a smile and heroic pose.
“*Can you really?*” The snake asked.
“*Yep. I’m going to make the glass disappear for a minute. That should give you enough time right?*”
“*Yes. Thank you.*”
“Mum, Dad, look at what Harry’s making it do.” Dudley yelled to his parents, pushing Harry aside making him fall to the floor. The snake looked at Harry.
“*On the count of three.*” Harry hissed quietly so only the snake heard him. The snake nodded, glanced back at Dudley, who was now standing next Vernon, Petunia and Piers, and then back at Harry.
Harry held up three fingers, he put one down, then another. A spilt second after he put down the last finger, he snapped his fingers and the glass disappeared. The snake slithered out of his cage and snapped at the ankles of the people running away from the giant snake. Harry heard the snake laughing. He turned back to look at Harry.
“*Adios, Amigo!*” It said.
Harry laughed then said as the snake went through the door.
“*Bye. Have fun!*”
Harry got on to his feet and turned to look at the people who he had come here with, only to see Dudley behind the glass of the exhibit that he had been leaning on, his aunt was yelling at the zoo workers to get her son out of there. His uncle was staring at Harry in disbelief. Piers didn’t know what to do, so he just stood there staring at Harry with wide eyes. Harry just smirked at him.
Forty minutes later, Harry was sitting in his cupboard. He had been thrown into it right when they got back to the house. He had just finished reading his letter.
‘The Dursley’s are going to have to know I got this letter. They’d probably notice I’m gone nine months out of a year when I don’t make their breakfast.’ Harry thought. ‘’We expect your owl no later than July thirty first’. I’m going to need to trick my aunt and uncle to take me to London soon, so I can get an owl from Diagon Ally, along with my school supplies. I’ll try tomorrow.’
Harry had accepted that his dream was a premonition of some sort. He was thinking about all the stuff he was going to have to change. Like not becoming friends with Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger, but Blaise Zabini and maybe Cedric Diggory. He is still going to be a Gryffindor, he had plans for that. Harry finally fell asleep around eleven that night, dreaming about what was going to happen the next day.
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