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Harry Potter and his 5th year
By: Amy
Harry Potter was very depressed when he came out of King's Cross Station after his 4th year at Hoghwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. No matter how many times people had told him it wasn't his fault that Cedric had died, Harry couldn't help but feel guilty and helpless. He couldn't let go of the thought that maybe he could have done something to stop Voldemort from killing his new friend. He kept seeing the images of that night after he had touched the Tri-Wizard cup in his dreams and often woke up sweating and screaming. Another summer had began and another season of Harry being tortured by the Dursleys. And this is where our story begins...
Harry was sitting in his uncle Vernon's car who was currently yelling the usual threats at Harry as well as explaining the rules like every summer. Also making it clear to harry that he wasn't going to take any funny stuff this summer.
"And if you think I have forgotten how your kind almost killed my Dudley, you're very much mistaken!", Vernon said in a daring voice reminding Harry of the incidence with the Ton Tongue Toffees of Weasley's Wizards Wheeze last summer.
Harry let out a small sigh. It will always be the same!, he thought to himself.
"They weren't killing him, or trying too, it was just a small prank.", he said with lacking enthusiasm.
"DON'T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME! If you cross the line just one time you'll get what's coming to you.", Vernon blow of and Harry had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes.
This is going to be a long summer. he thought as they pulled into the driveway.
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Two hundred miles away Lord Voldemort was dangerously dreading. None of his Death Eaters dared to even speak in his anger, cause they might feel the fire of his turmoil.
"Why is it that every time I get that little brat in my hands some how he manages to get away? Can someone answer me that?"
The Death Eaters were scared witless, and just muttered.
"CRABBE! Come here!
One of the figures clothed in black stepped forward shaking.
"Yes, m-my lord", he called in a frightened voice addressing Voldemort.
"You have 5 seconds to tell me a good reason not to torture you.", came the high-pitched voice of his master.
"Umm. I'm faithful to you." He said hoping and praying not to be tortured, but then the dark lord laughed, so he took this as a bad sign ...And he was right!
"Crucio!" Crabbe screamed so loudly that his fellow deatheaters had to cover their ears, some just standed there scare and happy in away that it wasn't them being tortured.
"You actually call you half-ass work faithful to me!", the dark lord laughed and tortured Crabbe again.
"Now that I'm in a better mood we can start to plan my capture of Potter, he will have an interesting time now that I'm back. To bad he won't live long enough to see his friends die!"
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(Back at the Dursely's house)
"Aahh!" Harry screamed dropping the plate he had in his hands. It shattered into thousand pieces as it hit the ground.
" You stupid boy, look what you did now! You better clean this mess up before I get Vernon to deal with you !", Aunt Petunia shrieked glaring at her wrenched nephew.
"Sorry Aunt Petunia", Harry muttered before kneeling down and quickly cleaning the mess up.
Then he went to his room without lunch. He was way to worried at the moment to even think about any form of food. Harry's scar had hurt, really bad. He wasn't sure if he should tell someone or not. It could be important but in the end Harry decided not to tell anyone because he didn't want anyone fussing over him.
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(A/N) Okay so tell me if you liked it or not, its my first FIC and if you don't like it just tell me! But I want to know do you want it to be a H/G OR H/H OR H/R for later chapters! so please R/R
Harry Potter and his 5th year
By: Amy
Harry Potter was very depressed when he came out of King's Cross Station after his 4th year at Hoghwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. No matter how many times people had told him it wasn't his fault that Cedric had died, Harry couldn't help but feel guilty and helpless. He couldn't let go of the thought that maybe he could have done something to stop Voldemort from killing his new friend. He kept seeing the images of that night after he had touched the Tri-Wizard cup in his dreams and often woke up sweating and screaming. Another summer had began and another season of Harry being tortured by the Dursleys. And this is where our story begins...
Harry was sitting in his uncle Vernon's car who was currently yelling the usual threats at Harry as well as explaining the rules like every summer. Also making it clear to harry that he wasn't going to take any funny stuff this summer.
"And if you think I have forgotten how your kind almost killed my Dudley, you're very much mistaken!", Vernon said in a daring voice reminding Harry of the incidence with the Ton Tongue Toffees of Weasley's Wizards Wheeze last summer.
Harry let out a small sigh. It will always be the same!, he thought to himself.
"They weren't killing him, or trying too, it was just a small prank.", he said with lacking enthusiasm.
"DON'T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME! If you cross the line just one time you'll get what's coming to you.", Vernon blow of and Harry had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes.
This is going to be a long summer. he thought as they pulled into the driveway.
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Two hundred miles away Lord Voldemort was dangerously dreading. None of his Death Eaters dared to even speak in his anger, cause they might feel the fire of his turmoil.
"Why is it that every time I get that little brat in my hands some how he manages to get away? Can someone answer me that?"
The Death Eaters were scared witless, and just muttered.
"CRABBE! Come here!
One of the figures clothed in black stepped forward shaking.
"Yes, m-my lord", he called in a frightened voice addressing Voldemort.
"You have 5 seconds to tell me a good reason not to torture you.", came the high-pitched voice of his master.
"Umm. I'm faithful to you." He said hoping and praying not to be tortured, but then the dark lord laughed, so he took this as a bad sign ...And he was right!
"Crucio!" Crabbe screamed so loudly that his fellow deatheaters had to cover their ears, some just standed there scare and happy in away that it wasn't them being tortured.
"You actually call you half-ass work faithful to me!", the dark lord laughed and tortured Crabbe again.
"Now that I'm in a better mood we can start to plan my capture of Potter, he will have an interesting time now that I'm back. To bad he won't live long enough to see his friends die!"
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(Back at the Dursely's house)
"Aahh!" Harry screamed dropping the plate he had in his hands. It shattered into thousand pieces as it hit the ground.
" You stupid boy, look what you did now! You better clean this mess up before I get Vernon to deal with you !", Aunt Petunia shrieked glaring at her wrenched nephew.
"Sorry Aunt Petunia", Harry muttered before kneeling down and quickly cleaning the mess up.
Then he went to his room without lunch. He was way to worried at the moment to even think about any form of food. Harry's scar had hurt, really bad. He wasn't sure if he should tell someone or not. It could be important but in the end Harry decided not to tell anyone because he didn't want anyone fussing over him.
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(A/N) Okay so tell me if you liked it or not, its my first FIC and if you don't like it just tell me! But I want to know do you want it to be a H/G OR H/H OR H/R for later chapters! so please R/R