Okay! This is my story. I'm not done with it yet but I will finish it and it's only gonna be in the summer...I think. Well, here it is!
Harry Potter looked out the living room window of the Dursley's house. Two whole months until school starts and he was already bored out of his mind. Because of the...event...at the end of last year, he wasn't allowed to go to Ron's house and visit. He wasn't even supposed to leave the Dursley's house if he could help it, Dumbledore's orders.
Harry sighed. Nothing to do. No one to talk to. He watched as...well...nothing happened. Dudley was watching TV, like usual and would punch Harry if he saw him was watching too. So, he ended up staring out the window. Harry wasn't very fond of this. He didn't want to take on Aunt Petunia's habit so he didn't do it very often. But this morning something different was happening...
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Okay! I'll contunue. Is Harry Potter's birthday on July 31?
A U-haul truck drove up to the house across the street with the For Sale sign. Two big men got out and started unpacking stuff. Then, a small blue car drove up and three people got out. Harry's heart leapt. Maybe the summer wouldn't be so boring after all!
"Duddy-kins!" Came Aunt Petunia's high-pitched voice that she always took on when she was talking to Dudley, "Were going to see the new neighbors so put on some nice clothes." Petunia always had look her best and show off for the neighbors. Her and Vernon walked into the room as Dudley struggled off his fat bottom and waddled down the hall to get changed, huffing and puffing the whole way. They had completely given up on Dudley's diet. Petunia said, 'It's too much stress on a poor little boy and it's not healthy for him to eat that little!' So they had to get his school clothes specially made.
Uncle Vernon glanced at Harry then turned to Petunia, "And what about him? Maybe we should take him along with us...just incase." Harry just stood there. It was always like this with the Dursleys. It was like he just wasn't there.
"But Vernon! He doesn't look decant enough to go!" Petunia exclaimed.
Uncle Vernon turned to Harry, "Brush your hair!" He barked sharply, "You're coming with us whether you like it or not. And no weird stuff!" He gave him 'the eye', "or else!"
Blah blah blah, read this already... goodness... nice story... you know that, so I'm really gonna pick out and critique your story now! >:}.... Yes, Harry's b-day is the 31st of July (4 days after mine! ^-^), and grammar check in the first post "he was watching too" instead of "him..". And in the second bit "She and Vernon" not "Her and Vernon", and "she always had to look her best". Try to double check that stuff before posting (you should really know better! *shakes finger*) Plus, I doubt they have U-Haul in England, hon. Decent, not decant... Okay, I think thats all! ;D
*crosses arms indignantly* Shui, if you're going to be this mean, I just don't think I'll post my story! It's not the end of the world if I spell something wrong, and I'ts not my fault, it's Word's fault! AND, I can't edit it so I can't change it! So HUMPH!!!!!!!!
;DOkay! Here's some more story!
When Dudley was ready, they all walked across the street to greet the new neighbors. Harry knew this was going to happen. Petunia made such a big deal about neighbors. She had to know about every neighbor or she would never feel secure. After all, she spent 99.9% of her time staring over garden fences and through windows and spying on the neighbors. Harry had snuck into their room once and found boxes of old binoculars of every color. Every birthday or any special occasion she would get a new one.
As they approached the house, a woman came up to them. She had blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Hi!" She waved at them, "I'm Sally Willfern. We're your new neighbors, just moved here from California, USA! Nice to meet you."
"Hello." Petunia pursed her lips. It was because they were from America. "I'm Petunia Dursley. This is my husband Vernon Dursley and this is my adorable son Dudley Dursley!"
Vernon grunted a hello and walked over to Mr. Willfern who was unpacking and Harry heard them talking about drills. Dudley mumbled "Hi" and waddled back home to sit on his fat lazy butt and watch TV. Mrs. Willfern smiled.
"And who is this?" She asked, staring at Harry kindly.
Petunia took on a disgusted look, "Oh, him...he's our nephew...he lives with us...unfortunately" She added. Harry felt himself getting red in the face.
"Harry Potter." He introduced himself.
"Nice to meet you Harry! You look about Liz's age. Would you like to meet her?" And before Harry could answer she called "Liz!"
well,whos liz?
Okay, looks like someone needs a nap! That was not mean. Do you just want me to say, "This story is awesome! Post more!" and not give a little critique on what you should fix? If you can't handle that, then you will get no where in life, lady. And yes, you can edit. It's the 'Modify' button. How is it Words fault? You wrote what you wrote.
...Modify? There's no modify. I was joking when I said that it was words fault! lol. I mean, It's suppossed to spell check it but I know it's not perfect. ;D Yes, I would like you to say the story's awsome... but since it's not...I guess you can't!
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A few seconds later, a girl came out of the house wearing blue jean overalls and a purple shirt. She was about the same height a Harry and she had strait brown hair and bright green eyes. She waved as she walked up to them.
"Liz, these are our neighbors." Sally said.
"Hi" She said "My name's Elizabeth but please, call me Liz."
"I'm Harry," And just to make sure, he added, "Potter." but she took no recollection of the name. They were muggles.
"C'mon! I'll show you the inside of our new house!" Harry glanced at Aunt Petunia. She had taken out a notepad and pencil and was questioning Mrs. Willfern. Mrs. Willfern looked confused but was answering her.
"Okay." Harry followed Liz inside. The house was just like the Dursley's only empty. Liz led him into a room with fairies painted on the wall as a border. It had boxes all over the floor.
"I picked this room because of the fairies. I'm really interested in that type of stuff. You know, mystical stuff, and....magic and all that. I so wish I were a witch!" Harry's stomach almost did a flip. So she DID know! "But Sally says there is no such thing and, sadly, I know she's right." Harry relaxed. She didn't know.
"Why do you call your mom Sally?" Harry asked curiously, then caught himself. That was too rude. "I-I mean...she is your mom...right?"
"Well, sorta, I was adopted. I lived in an orphanage. No one knows where I came from. They said I just appeared one day outside the nursery." She shrugged "I just don't call her mom because she's not my mom. I wish I knew who my real parents were."
"Oh. I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I never knew my parents either. They died when I was a baby. I only have a few pictures of them."
"Can I see them?" She asked.
"Sur-er...no...well I mean, they are...very sacred to me. I don't let anyone see them..." Harry wasn't about to show her the moving wizard pictures Hagrid had given him in his first year.
"Oh" She looked disappointed so Harry cast around for something to change the subject.
"My birthday's coming soon." Harry said.
"Really? So is mine!"
"Cool!" Harry said. Then he added hastily, "I would invite you, but I don't really have parties. The Dursleys are my Aunt and Uncle and cousin and...they-Just then the door opened and Mrs. Wilfern popped her head in.
"Liz, you'd better start unpacking, and find those sleeping bags or you wont have any where to sleep tonight."
"O-ok, Sally." Mrs. Willfern left.
"I'll help you." Harry said.
I've told you that I love your story, that it is really good! I don't need to repeat myself over and over.
The Modify button is above each of YOUR posts, on the top right corner. It's on all of mine. See it now?
Oh! I see the modify button now!
Are you going to keep writing your story or have you given up?
Um... no, I haven't given up, but I've taken a break from it... ;D
Keep going!
Okay, heres a TINY bit more.
tomorow I'll post that part I showed you, Shui. The part that's acctually a little bit interesting.
When Harry came home it was already 3:00pm. Harry hadn't eaten lunch and he was starving. When he walked in. The Dursleys were watching some show on TV and were laughing every other second at the corny jokes so they didn't hear or see him come in. He quietly got something to eat, ate it, and went upstairs. Bored again. He decided to write a letter to Ron.
Dear Ron,
What are you doing this summer? Anything interesting? It's so boring here at the Dursleys. All they do is watch TV (You know what TV is right?). There is this new girl across the street and they just moved from California USA. She's a muggle but she's really into magic although she thinks there no such thing. I'm very tempted to tell her...but I'm holding back. She has the same color eyes as I do! Pretty neat huh? Too bad she's a muggle. Anyway, hope you're having a good summer.
Harry
Harry folded up the letter, tied it to Hedwig, and sent her out the window. Leaving the window open so Hedwig could come back, he flopped on his bed and fell asleep.
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Harry awoke with a start. His scar was tingling like mad. It had been doing this a lot lately, ever since Voldemort had gotten his body back. Since that had happened, the days had seemed darker and the nights seemed long and wary. Everyone appeared to be a bit quiet and depressed. Well, everyone that is, except the Dursleys who ignored the feeling and went on like everything was...well...normal. He tried to convince himself that he was just imagining it all but it wasn't working too well.
Just then, he heard the swishing of cloaks from far away. Somebody was talking and getting closer by the second! Harry caught the word "who?" but that was all he could make out. Who are they talking about? The suspense was killing him. He grabbed his wand. He knew he wasn't supposed to do magic out of school, but this was self-defense! As the...thing grew closer, the swishing and the high picked voice continued. Then, all too soon, something flew through his window and landed on his bed!
"Hoooo, hooooo!" Two big, bright amber eyes stared up at him happily. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, it was just Hedwig! The swishing was his wings and the voice was his hooting.
Harry silently laughed at himself. He was way too tense. I need to relax! He thought and, for a while, convinced himself, and contently fell asleep.
Cool! I've read this stroy before, but not up to this point! And I hope my information
you asked for will help you, further on! And You can always ask if you need any more!
And hedwig has amber eyes, dear. ::) ;D
That totally leads you into a different direction! More, please?
Gengi- Thanks for posting and thanks for the info and thanks for telling me about Hedwig's eyes. I changed it.
Shui- What do you mean by that? ... Well...thanks anyway!
I decided to post more this time!
The next day after he finished his chores, he went over to Liz's house. They still had boxes everywhere but most of the stuff was out. Harry helped Liz unpack stuff again. He didn't mind. It's better than staying at the Dursley's all day long, Harry thought.
While unpacking, Harry ran into a glass cage of some sort. He asked Liz what it was for but all she said was "I'll be right back!" and she left the room. A few minutes later she came back with a cardboard box. Only this box was no regular box. It had holes all over it! She carried it over to him and Harry could here a tiny little voice muttering about being hungry coming from the box. Harry knew exactly what was in there. A snake. Harry could speak parseltongue.
Liz opened the lid and a small orange and gray snake popped its head out. "And this," Liz said as she transferred the snake from the box to the glass cage, "Is Andrew!"
Andrew zoomed around his cage saying "Yay! My cage! My home! I'm back and I'm never going in that wretched box again! I'm hungry..." It bobbed up and down excitedly. Harry couldn't help but laugh. Liz was smiling too.
"He's hungry...I bet," She added, "I'll go get him something to eat." And she left again. The snake turned to Harry, eyeing him. Then he looked around the room curiously. Harry decided to relieve it of it's confusion.
"You and your family moved." He hissed in parsletongue as Andrew's eyes lit up, "You're in England now."
"Oh I'm so glad you said something. I haven't talked to someone in a week!" Andrew exclaimed. Just then, Liz came back into the room.
"Do you like snakes?" Harry asked her.
"Yeah, I c-..." But she stopped.
"What?"
"Oh, never mind. You probably wouldn't believe me. You'd just laugh like everyone else."
"Oh come on Liz! I won't laugh." Harry begged. But she only shook her head and quickly changed the subject, "What's that?" She asked, pointing to his scar.
"My head." Harry teased her.
Liz rolled her eyes, "I didn't notice." She said sarcastically, "No, THAT?"
"A scar."
"How'd you get it?"
"...Er...car crash." He said. He'd have to give some credit to the Dursleys for that one.
"Is that how your parents died?"
"Sure," Harry said shrugging, but Liz gave him a weird look so he said, "Yes." She seemed satisfied.
That night, Harry read Ron's letter.
Harry,
My summer has been...okay. I think you know what I mean. My whole family senses the feeling too but since they don't know what happened, they try to ignore it. Anyway, that's great that you have a new neighbor. Happy early birthday!
Ron
Harry smiled and sent Pig out the window. He put the letter under the loose floorboard with all his other letters from his friends. Besides the Voldemort fear, the summer wasn't too bad.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!! Harry sighed and opened the door. It was Vernon, and he hadn't come to give Harry flowers. His face was purple and his vain was popping out like it always did when he was mad (which isn't a rare occasion). What did I do this time? Harry thought as Vernon grabbed his shirt and yanked him into the hall. He took a deep breath and calmed down enough to talk.
"Your little friend just called from across the street." He said between clenched teeth. "She wanted to know why an owl just flew out your window." He paused, waiting for Harry to say something but Harry knew better. This was the Dursley's biggest fear, that the neighbors would find out about him.
Vernon stood there, face to face with Harry for what seemed like hours. Finally, Vernon spoke up.
"I don't want you going over there anymore! And you can't send any owls through your window...at all...ever!...no more OWLS!!!!"
From inside the room, Hedwig sensed that Harry was in trouble and flew over to his feet, squawking madly at Vernon.
"Hedwig, go!" Harry said, but before Hedwig could leave, Vernon kicked him back into Harry's room and slammed the door. The whole house shook.
As much as Harry wanted to go in there and help Hedwig, he got an idea. As Vernon started walking away he said, "Uncle Vernon?"
Vernon glared at him, "What?!"
"Well, I was just thinking. That not letting the owls through my window thing might not be to good. The owls send letters, you see, and my Godfather will expect to get letters from me and if he doesn't, he might get angry..."
Vernon's face changed instantly from mad, to a bit scared.
"Well, then you can send your owl at night! And that's all!" He screamed before stomping down the stairs. Harry rushed into his room to find Hedwig hopping around the room with his chest puffed out and hooting indignantly. Luckily, Vernon's kick hadn't done much harm. Hedwig was, after all, a magical creature.
You know, I always dreamed that Harry had a sister. Maybe Liz is Harry's sister!
...*sighs*...no comment
The next morning, Harry woke up early. He got his clothes on and started reading Hogwarts- A History ("It's about time!" Hermione had said). He listened to the Dursleys get up, (the TV turn on, of coarse!), and finally to a big THUMP and howling coming from downstairs. Harry quickly got on his clothes and went to see what was going on. In the living room, Dudley had fallen off the couch and was wailing that his ankle hurt. Petunia was trying to haul Dudley to his feet and Vernon had putt earplugs in and was reading the newspaper. No one heard the doorbell so Harry answered the door. It was Liz. Without talking, Harry pulled her upstairs to his bedroom.
"Ow! Harry! What's the matter?!" Liz complained. Harry locked his door and motioned for her to be quiet.
"The Dursleys can't know you're here. I'm not aloud to talk to you anymore."
"Oh..." She gave him a curious look but Harry remained silent. "Well, anyway, I came over because no one answered the phone and last night your uncle hung up on me when I tried to ask him why an owl was in your room." Before Harry could answer, she took a look around the room. "Ooooo! Is that your owl?"
"Yeah..." Harry said casually. He tried his best to act as though having an owl for a pet is the most common pet to have. "She doesn't bite." He added as she opened the cage to pet him. Harry, however, inched around the room to the closet, which was halfway open. His closet was where he kept his Hogwarts trunk and all his school things. He closed the closet door.
"Guess what happened yesterday after you left." Liz said.
"What?" Harry asked. As long as the howling was still going on downstairs, they were safe.
"Well," Liz continued, "This old lady came from across the street to say high because we were her new neighbors. She smelled really bad!"
"Mrs. Figg" Harry acknowledged.
"Yes, well she came over with some cookies and I answered the door. She looked at me really strangely and then she asked what my name was. And I told her and then she looked confused. I asked her what was wrong and she said, 'Oh! Nothing! You keep safe now!' and she ran back to her house."
"Hmm." Harry said, "That is strange! I don't remember Mrs. Figg being obsessed with safety and I certainly don't think she can run at that age...maybe she's finally cracked-" But Harry fell silent. The howling had stopped. The TV was back on and there were footsteps coming up to his room. This, Harry supposed was Petunia doing her normal routine of waking Harry up. "Hide!" Harry said to Liz. Then he jumped on his bed, pulled his covers up, and threw the Hogwarts – A History book so that it slid across the room, under the closet door, and into the closet. There was a deafening pounding on the door and then it opened with a thud.
"Wake up!" Petunia yelled, "Wake up boy! Make breakfast! Do your chores!" Then she slammed the door and Harry heard her talk to Dudley downstairs in a different tone of voice, "Duddy-kins! DudleyWudley, what do you want for breakfast today sweetiepunkin?"
"Liz?" Harry whispered as soon as Petunia was safely in the kitchen. Liz came out of the closet where she had hiding. "What's the matter? You look like you have seen a ghost."
Liz shook her head quickly, "No ghost. There's no such thing...is there?" But then she changed the subject, "Harry, you're right, I shouldn't be here. They might find me soon and then-" But just then, the door burst open, and let me tell ya, the person standing there wasn't the milk man.
Hedwig is a girl, and WHAT HAPPENED???? Hurry with the next post, PULEASE!! What did she see? Who was at the door?
*slaps forehead* I KNEW that...I really did. No Matter, I changed it!
Oo oo oo! Great story! PLEASE keep going! ;D
...okay! ;D (I might post a little bit more later on today)
It was Vernon. Or at least, Harry assumed it was Vernon, but he couldn't quite tell because Vernon's face was purple with rage. His eyes were bulging and his temples were almost popping out. Behind him, Petunia's face had gone pure white. She had obviously assumed the worst. That Liz knew about his..."abnormal ness" and she had told all the neighbors. That was Petunia's greatest fear.
Vernon stood there, glaring at Harry for so long that he actually calmed down a little bit. At least enough so that he could think and move, and boy did he move! He advanced on Harry, his arms poised and ready to grip a neck (Specifically Harry's neck...). Harry motioned for Liz to run and she took off down the stairs.
Harry stood there as Vernon's outstretched arms grew closer and closer. He tried to think of something to say but there was nothing to get him out of this one. There was only one thing to do – run.
Harry was very experienced in running. He was quick and sneaky which resulted from living with Dudley for 14 years.
So, right before Vernon strangled him, he slid down the wall, crawled between Vernon's feet, got up and ran. He turned corner and ran out of his room, but Dudley stuck his foot out and tripped him! Next thing Harry saw was kind of like a flipbook with the same three pages being repeated over and over. It went a little something like this –
stairs, wall, ceiling, stairs, wall, ceiling, stairs, wall, ceiling, Liz!
"Harry?" Liz asked, pulling him up. Harry clutched his head as the room spun in circles around him. Luckily, Liz grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the front door and across the street to her house.
:o ;D What's happening? PLEASE continue! About the Liz being Harry's sister thing, that's what I was thinking. PLEASE KEEP GOING! ;D
I would post some more...but word won't come up...I'll keep trying!
Yay! It worked!
Five minutes later, Sally Wilfern handed Harry a bag of ice for his head while Harry and Liz told her all of what happened.
"What terrible people!" Sally said when they had finished, "To even think that they would come close to...to...ugh! And just because you broke one silly rule! Well, you are welcome to sleep here tonight to give those Dursleys a little time to calm down. I'll talk to THEM tomorrow."
Harry smiled gratefully, "Thank you Mrs. Wilfern."
"No problem."
"Hey!" Liz said, "Tomorrow's my birthday! You can celebrate it with me if you want."
"Sure...but...what day is it tomorrow?" Harry asked.
"July 31st!"
"But, that's my birthday too! We have the same birthday, Liz."
'Great, we can celebrate it together!" Liz said. The rest of the day they were kept busy by unpacking and making their own birthday cake.
Hare's a tiny TINY bit more...
"Good night." Liz said as she climbed into her bed and Harry climbed into the sleeping bag on the floor.
"Good night."
"Well, nobody says good night to me! Humph!" Andrew started. The little snake was constantly talking, "Well then, good night Andrew. Good night!" He said to himself. Then he burst into tears and started sobbing. Liz sighed exasperatedly.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"Um...it's just...the hall light it on. Would you mind turning it off?" Liz said.
"No problem." Harry answered as he walked out of the room to turn off the light. When he got back, Andrew had stopped sobbing and was contently asleep.
"Thanks," Liz said and they both fell asleep.
:D She's his twin! PLEASE PLEASE keep going! Don't stop, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! ;D ;D
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*sigh* You guys are too good...or maybe it was just too obvious...anyway, I would appreciate it if you kept reading anyway! ^-^
Harry was unwillingly pulled from a deep sleep because of an annoying little pain right smack in the middle of his forehead – his scar. Oh how he hated it when it did that!
He looked at the clock. It was only 2:30 in the morning and still very dark. As he turned around to go back to sleep, he realized Liz was gone. Then he heard voices in the kitchen:
"Where did I go wrong? When did I teach you to steal things from other people?" Mrs. Wilfern's angry voice said.
"I didn't steal it Sally...just...borrowed it. I'll give it back once I find out what it does." Liz answered her.
Mrs. Wilfern tutt-ed at this saying, "It doesn't DO anything! It's probably just a child's toy! Now go back to bed."
Harry heard Liz sigh and walk back to her room. He pretended to be asleep. After she got back in her bed, he opened his eyes again but he couldn't see the thing they were talking about. It wasn't his business anyway! He was mad at himself for even listening to their conversation. So, trying to ignore the throbbing in his head made by his scar, he fell into a light sleep.
Okay, I'm going to Florida the day after tomorrow (Wednesday) and I won't be back for two whole weeks and one day! So, that means that I have to finish writing my story AND post it today and tomorrow. So here's some more story!
The next morning, Harry and Liz woke up extremely late. Yawning and stretching they got dressed. Then they remembered it was their birthday and rushed into the kitchen to be greeted by balloons and 'happy birthday signs'.
"I've talked to your Aunt and Uncle," Sally said to Harry, "Of course they denied the fact that all of that happened yesterday morning, but I'm on your side." She said winking at them, "I told them that you would come home tonight after you celebrated your birthday with us."
Harry looked up, surprised, "And what did they say to that?"
" 'Oh yeah' " She said dully, "They didn't even remember your birthday!"
Liz shook her head pitifully, then she changed the subject when her stomach growled loudly reminding her of something, "I'm hungry!"
"We noticed."
"What's for breakfast?"
"Breakfast!" Sally exclaimed looking at her watch, "It's almost 1:00! It's lunch time." And with that, she started making them lunch. Lunch was MUCH more enjoyable than at the Dursleys. For one thing, it wasn't on Dudley's diet. For another, he didn't have to worry about Dudley stealing it, and for ANOTHER, he could watch TV with out being punched.
For the rest of the day, they did the usual stuff – play board games, watch TV, finish unpacking. When they had finished the very last box, they collapsed on the floor of Liz's room. Harry was thirsty.
"I'm going to go get a drink of water." He said, before heading to the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of water. As he walked back, he heard voices coming from Liz's room! The people talking were Andrew...and... He gasped, realizing that those voices he heard were not talking in English! That was parsletongue. The voices inside the room must have heard his gasp because they were suddenly silent and Harry walked in acting as though he had heard nothing.
Yay! More storey :D I have to go to work now, but I'll be back on here tonight to look for more ;)
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Cool! I think the story is going a bit fast, but that's just me. Very good! Can't wait for more! And I'm gonna miss you while you're away! :'( :'( :'( *pout* Not fair. I have to go to swim team aaaall alone. *'nother pout*
So, Shui, is your swim team just a learning thing or training? ??? :D Tell me tell me tell me please! ;D
Shui - Sorry, it is kinda fast...but I have to finish it. I only have... three more posts and here is one of them. About swimming, of coarse you will miss me! Everybody will miss ME! ^-^
HPcoolest- our swim team is...it's a TEAM, not swim lessons...yeah so It's not like we learn anything, we just practice, did that answere your question?
Okay, this part is really...well, kinda erm...cheesy. Sorry, but i'm really not good at writing these parts (just reading them!^-^) Long post this time-
Mr. Wilfern was at work and he wouldn't be back until late that night so when the sun started setting and they began to get hungry again, they decided to eat dinner and the birthday cake.
And they did. They sat down and ate a delicious, homemade dinner. Harry's scar had been hurting for a while now and the pain was slowly growing with every second but he tried not to let it bother him. As they sat there talking and eating, it got worse and worse. He rubbed it, trying to sooth it but it wasn't working.
"What's the matter Harry?" Sally said, "Headache?" Harry nodded. "Want some Tylenol?"
"No thanks," Harry replied, "That never works. The only thing that does is..." He was about to say Quidditch but, luckily, realized that wasn't such a good idea and stopped just in time, "birthday cake." He finished his sentence and took his empty plate to the sink.
"Good idea!" Liz said, doing the same thing. They lit the candles and sang Happy Birthday. All the while, Harry's scar was growing steadily worse. They blew out the candles just as the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." Sally volunteered, "Meanwhile, you two can start cutting the cake." She handed Harry the knife and went to go answer the door. As Harry started to cut the cake, he heard the voices coming from around the corner. He heard Sally open the door and ask, "Yes?"
"Hello madam," A man's voice said, "How would you like to buy a new TV for your lovely house?"
"No thanks," Sally said, "I don't need one right now."
"I see..." The man said. He mumbled something else and Harry's scar exploded with pain as he realized just who that man was. Just then, Sally turned the corner. Harry's head felt like it had already split in two but he managed to make out, quite clearly, Sally, advancing on them under the imperius curse.
"This isn't good!" Harry stated the obvious as he grabbed Liz and tried to run out of the kitchen, but Liz wouldn't budge. She sat there, staring at Sally. "Liz, move!" One last, failed attempt before he saw his eternal enemy round the corner. He saw Voldemort's thin, white hand first, then the rest of his body, then his face. Even with Voldemort having a body, his face was NOT pleasant to look at. The slit nostrils and the red, cat-like eyes reminded Harry painfully of last year's event.
"Accio knife," Voldemort sounded almost bored as he said the words that caused the knife, Harry's only protection, to slip through his fingers, fly through the air and land in Voldemort's open hands. He lazily cast it aside, yawned, and said, "Crucio."
Agony. Ow. Harry doubled over as the excruciating pain grew through his entire body. Harry had been through this before and he had hoped he would never go through it again.
Something grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him out of the curse's grasp.
"Liz..." Harry whispered as Liz pulled him into her bedroom and shut the door.
"Who was that?" Liz asked, "What did he do to Sally? What was he holding-"
"I'll explain later...and he was holding a wand," Harry said weakly. He listened, but there was no noise. 'The imperious curse must have worn off by now' He thought. 'Maybe Sally would help them...' Like that was going to work. Then he heard Voldemort say "Cunfundo!" 'Scratch that idea' He thought, knowing that Sally was very confused right about now. "I need to get to the Dursleys."
"The Dursleys? Why?" Liz asked.
"My wand, it's there! I need-"
"Here." She said, handing him his wand.
"Where did you get this?"
"Your closet..." She said. She must have stolen it from him when she hid in there yesterday! 'Thank Merlin!' Harry thought.
There was no sound in the kitchen. They had to get out before he could get to them!
"I'm going to check the kitchen. Stay here." Harry said. He opened the door and crept out quietly.
'Maybe Voldemort had left. Maybe he just came to have a little fun for the first time in his new body. But that didn't make sense. He thought Voldemort wanted him dead. Hmmm...anyway he was gone now so maybe he could take Liz and Sally away from this house and mail Dumbledore.'
He saw Sally sitting on the floor smiling and mumbling to herself. 'I know!' Harry thought suddenly, 'I'll just use magic and the muggle protection people will come.' He reached out a shaking arm, still weak from the unforgivable curse, but before he could do anything, he stopped. There were sounds coming from down the hall...muffled screams coming from-
"Liz!" Harry shouted. He dropped his wand and ran, down the hall, through Liz's door, and right into...
"Voldemort," Harry hissed as his scar almost burst with a wave of pain, "Let her be. It's me you want." To Harry's surprise, Voldemort laughed. Not one of those evil cackles, meant to scare people, but a real, true, funny, ha ha, chuckle. But he never let Liz off the Crucio curse.
"Well now, why would I want you any more than her?" Voldemort said, leaving Harry most utterly confused. He had thought THAT was obvious. "Stupefy!" Voldemort said and Liz dropped to the floor, out cold. Voldemort smiled. He was most definitely enjoying this very much.
Now Harry was really ticked, "What did you do that for?" He asked, trying to keep himself upright as his head swam. "What did she ever do to you?"
Now it was Voldemort's turn to be confused, "Come now, Harry Potter," He spit the name as though it was a deadly virus, "She's related to you. Isn't that enough? Crucio!"
Pain again. Harry struggled as his insides practically lit on fire. He tried to keep his mind clear and focused but found that nearly impossible. He heard footsteps, voices. He opened his eyes and barely saw what he imagined was Dumbledore's face come into view in Liz's doorway. The curse was taken off and Harry heard a POP. Voldemort was gone.
Harry then gave in to the pain that was inside his body and the throbbing of his scar and collapsed, unconscious, next to his sister.
That's odd...the topic is backwards, the first post I posted is last and the last post I post is first...hmm...I wonder where this one will be.
YAY!!! It's fixed. That was ODD! Anyway, here's the second-to-last post.
THE DREAM (just had to say that because it wasn't very obvious!)
Harry watched the scene before him. Two toddlers with bright green eyes sat in a playpen. The little boy toddler was taping things with a toy wand so that they lit up for a few seconds. The girl toddler was just watching.
Just then, an owl flew in, along with a huge gust of wind, which sent the owl hurling into the shelf and knocking over something. That something fell down into the playpen. The toddlers cried out as glass shards flew everywhere. The boy, who had been closer to it, started crying for him mum but the girl was just curious. She crawled over to it. Examining it, she found it was a quill. She reached to pick it up, but just as her hands closed around it, she disappeared to America.
A lady came in with dark red hair.
"What is it Harry?" She asked, picking up her son. Then she saw the glass and the loss of the quill on the shelf, "James!" She yelled.
"What is it?" Said her husband, his eyes wide as he appeared in the doorway.
"It's Liz, she touched the emergency escape portkey." She said.
"Oh no...well I'll apperate over and get her-"
Just then, there was the sound of a window breaking and footsteps.
"Lilly, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off –" James said. The sounds of someone stumbling from a room – a door bursting open – a cackle of high-pitched laughter – a blinding flash of green light – and...darkness.
Okay, my LAST post on this story...It's not a very good ending, but it'll do.
Cabbage...moldy, musty cabbage – That's what it smelled like and immediately Harry knew where he was...but why? And where was Liz, and Sally? He heard voices...it sounded like...but it couldn't be, not here. He tried to move but it was much harder than he thought and it took him awhile. Finally he opened his eyes and saw the ceiling. He stared at it for a while but that got real boring real quick so, slowly and very painfully, he turned his head and what he saw, he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Dumbledore?" Harry said. Dumbledore stopped talking to Liz.
"Ah Harry's up" He said before turning to Harry, a grin spreading widely on his face, "Hello Harry, welcome back!"
"...Thanks..." Harry didn't quite know how to respond, he was quite confuzzled. But then, everything came spilling back into his head. Everything – Voldemort, the dream, Liz... He sat up. It was very painful.
"Albus," said an old lady from the doorway, "Your tea." She handed Dumbledore a cup of tea.
"Thank you Arabella." Dumbledore said gratefully. Then he turned to Harry, "Harry, this is Arabella, but I believe you already know that." His eye twinkled guiltily.
"You knew!" Harry said. Dumbledore and Arabella Figg smiled.
"And it was a good thing too," Dumbledore said, "Without her living here, we would have never known Voldemort was there."
"But, why would you agree to living here, just to watch over ME?"
Arabella's face dropped sullenly, "Well, let's just say that if it weren't for...HIM, Mr. Figg would be here with us right now." It was silent as the thought sunk in, broken only bye the sound of Mr. Paws the cat meowing loudly. Then, Dumbledore said,
"And because she's my twin sister and I told her to."
"Twin?!" Harry exclaimed, "And after all these years, - twin sister!" He remembered something and jumped up, ignoring his sore bones and muscles, and ran over to Liz who was watching and listening to them. He hugged her, glad she was okay. Harry had never had a sister before. In fact, he had never even had a family member before except for the Dursleys and they didn't really count.
"Well," Mrs. Figg said, "Now that everyone is safe and sound, how about some homemade carrot cake?"
So, how'd you like it? hmm...I'll have to see what you people say when I get back. I'm off to FL now. Bye!
THAT was an end?
Really good! ^_^ I liked it! Well, the story could go on longer.... but very good, nonetheless. And the one part you thought was cheesy, well, it's wasn't! :)
Have a great time in Florida! Cya in about 2 weeks!
;D Wonderful! Please make up a bit more.... it's really cool! ;D
Hello everyone! I'm back.
I'm really glad you liked it!
I don't think I will make up any more though...I mean, the next they would do is go to school, and then I would have to make the whole school year and I really don't want to, sorry!
Shui-Thanks Shui for saying it wasn't cheesy...but it was! :P
^-^
~Prami
I really didn't think it was!
Are you back as in back from Florida, or back to the forums? ??? *hopeful look*