Unlikely Situation
By: Sweets
Legal disclaimers: All of the characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowlings.
I am making no money out of this. I am doing it to satisfy my own muse.
Author's note: This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction. I would like to take a moment to thank
the three authors whom helped me out of writer's block by writing wonderful stories that got \
my creative juices flowing once more. Ady, Jona and Xanthia Morgan thank you guys so much.
I'd also like to thank my friends at alt.fan.Harry-potter for lending their opinions on what
could and could not technically happen in the Harry Potter realm: Tamar, Shadow, Allan Bartley, Robert Carnegie, Darmark, Joe, JAB and the rest of them.
Love ya guys.
Time line: After Goblet of Fire or as many refer to as book 4.
Chapter 1
Everything was the same as always at 4 Privet Drive. Harry was in his small room next to his cousin Dudley's and was listening to him snore.
Ever since Cedric had died, Harry not only blamed himself but also had horrible nightmares about that night and Voldermort.
Harry had just recently woken from another such nightmare in which Cedric blamed Harry for the whole thing.
He could still hear Cedric's voice echo...it's your fault Harry...it's all your fault.
Harry was wondering now if he should write to Sirius or to Dumbledore to let them know about the re- occurring nightmares. Every night he decided against it since his scar never hurt.
"It was only a dream. Wasn't it Hedwig?" Harry asked his owl as he turned to look at her. He was answered with a small hoot.
She had just returned from her nightly hunt. Harry turned away from Hedwig and on his back. Hedwig taking this as her cue, flew over to Harry and landed on his stomach stretching out her talon for him to stick a letter on it.
" You really think this is worth writing about?" he asked her as he started sitting up. She cooed softly and flew over to where the parchment was on his desk and looked at him as if saying yes I expect you to write to someone and I won't take no for an answer.
Harry sighed in defeat and grabbed for his glasses. He then stumbled over to the desk and turned on his lamplight. He took his quill to some parchment and thought. Then he started scribbling down his letter.
Dear Sirius,
I hope things are well with you. I know last year you had told me to keep you updated on anything strange that had happened.
Every night since I've been back here I've been having nightmares about Cedric and Voldemort. I keep hearing Cedric blame me for his death and Voldermort laughing about it.
I haven't written of this before since my scar never hurt but I haven't slept a full night in weeks. If you can believe this I am writing this under the insistence of Hedwig.
I think she has been returning earlier from her hunting than usual to spy on me. Ut-ho Uncle Vernon is waking up if he catches me with the light on at this hour I don't even want to think about what he might do.
I hope you are safe.
Harry
Rolling it up and tying it to Hedwig's leg as quickly as possible he turned out the light. He held his breath listening.
He heard a toilet flush and steps going back the other way towards the other bedrooms. Harry sighed, "That was too close girl." He said.
He let her stand on his fingers, which she nipped at affectionately. As he opened the window he said "Take this to Sirus alright?" She looked at him one last time and took off into the night.
With that done he closed the window and lied back down on the bed.
A/N What do you think so far?? Shall I continue with it or drop the story?? Please send feed back. Good or bad. Thank you.
- sweets
By: Sweets
Legal disclaimers: All of the characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowlings.
I am making no money out of this. I am doing it to satisfy my own muse.
Author's note: This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction. I would like to take a moment to thank
the three authors whom helped me out of writer's block by writing wonderful stories that got \
my creative juices flowing once more. Ady, Jona and Xanthia Morgan thank you guys so much.
I'd also like to thank my friends at alt.fan.Harry-potter for lending their opinions on what
could and could not technically happen in the Harry Potter realm: Tamar, Shadow, Allan Bartley, Robert Carnegie, Darmark, Joe, JAB and the rest of them.
Love ya guys.
Time line: After Goblet of Fire or as many refer to as book 4.
Chapter 1
Everything was the same as always at 4 Privet Drive. Harry was in his small room next to his cousin Dudley's and was listening to him snore.
Ever since Cedric had died, Harry not only blamed himself but also had horrible nightmares about that night and Voldermort.
Harry had just recently woken from another such nightmare in which Cedric blamed Harry for the whole thing.
He could still hear Cedric's voice echo...it's your fault Harry...it's all your fault.
Harry was wondering now if he should write to Sirius or to Dumbledore to let them know about the re- occurring nightmares. Every night he decided against it since his scar never hurt.
"It was only a dream. Wasn't it Hedwig?" Harry asked his owl as he turned to look at her. He was answered with a small hoot.
She had just returned from her nightly hunt. Harry turned away from Hedwig and on his back. Hedwig taking this as her cue, flew over to Harry and landed on his stomach stretching out her talon for him to stick a letter on it.
" You really think this is worth writing about?" he asked her as he started sitting up. She cooed softly and flew over to where the parchment was on his desk and looked at him as if saying yes I expect you to write to someone and I won't take no for an answer.
Harry sighed in defeat and grabbed for his glasses. He then stumbled over to the desk and turned on his lamplight. He took his quill to some parchment and thought. Then he started scribbling down his letter.
Dear Sirius,
I hope things are well with you. I know last year you had told me to keep you updated on anything strange that had happened.
Every night since I've been back here I've been having nightmares about Cedric and Voldemort. I keep hearing Cedric blame me for his death and Voldermort laughing about it.
I haven't written of this before since my scar never hurt but I haven't slept a full night in weeks. If you can believe this I am writing this under the insistence of Hedwig.
I think she has been returning earlier from her hunting than usual to spy on me. Ut-ho Uncle Vernon is waking up if he catches me with the light on at this hour I don't even want to think about what he might do.
I hope you are safe.
Harry
Rolling it up and tying it to Hedwig's leg as quickly as possible he turned out the light. He held his breath listening.
He heard a toilet flush and steps going back the other way towards the other bedrooms. Harry sighed, "That was too close girl." He said.
He let her stand on his fingers, which she nipped at affectionately. As he opened the window he said "Take this to Sirus alright?" She looked at him one last time and took off into the night.
With that done he closed the window and lied back down on the bed.
A/N What do you think so far?? Shall I continue with it or drop the story?? Please send feed back. Good or bad. Thank you.
- sweets