Harry Potter and The Emerald of Exorcist
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,938
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One-Never The Same
The sun was beating down the yellowed grasses of Privet Drive, the normal glistening cars parked, almost identically, in their drives stood dusty and desolate; the neighbourhood was unusually quiet in the stifling summer heat. The inhabitants of Privet Drive had retreated into the cool shades of their homes; the windows wide open almost a non existent breeze to come.
The only inhabitants of Privet Drive who was outside was The Dursleys…who were talking in loud voices about Vernon’s recent success in his Drill making company, which could be seen in the size and wealth of their shiny new car…
The only relation of the Dursleys who wasn’t big headed enough to be outside in the stifling heat talking about cars, money and drills…was the Dursleys nephew, Harry Potter.
Harry was the sort of person any ordinary person would look at and not think twice about…unless you were into fashion then maybe you would rant about the s of of Harry’s clothes…but any other person wouldn’t think of Harry as special…or out of the ordinary. Harry’s lack of weight, black hair and broken glasses didn’t really endear to anybody in Privet Drive. Least of all his aunt andle, le, not that Harry cared anyway.
You see there was something out of the ordinary about Harry Potter.
He was a wizard
A
A wizard who survived the attack of a dark wizard called Voldemort, an attack which took both of his parents’ lives in the process.
And Harry survived
Harry stared out the open window.
He couldn’t believe how far he’d come…
Five years...
Five years of bittersweet memories…
He sighed.
He shouldn’t complain. The Dursley’s had left Harry alone this summer, taking Moody’s words to heart they had decided to be nice to Harry for once…sickeningly nice.
Harry found this annoying. So he decided to stay as far away from the Vernon and Petunia as much as possible.
Which was easy…Harry could’ve walked in number 4 Privet Drive with a broken leg and nobody would’ve really cared
Vernon and Petunia were disdainful when it came to Harry
Disdainful wasn’t the word for it…but Harry was just as disdainful…if not more…this summer though there was a forced truce... which in truth did make Harry’s life easier…he didn’t want the hassle of the Dursleys on his back as well.
ry lry looked over to his left and smiled.
On the shelf there were 3 unopened envelopes
He knew who they were from
The yellowish envelope with scrawl handwriting on was from a half giant called Hagrid, next to it was an envelope with loopy handwriting and a crest-this was from one of Harry’s best friends, Ron Weasley and the last one was from Harry’s other best friend Hermione Granger
Both Hermione and Ron had contacted Harry over the summer, both writing about their holidays and what they down, they also contained a desperate urge for Harry to reply to them. Harry ignored this. He didn’t want to talk to anybody. Not even Ron or Hermione or anybody who would try and strike up a conversation with Harry, who all summer had been ing ing an unbearable guilt and emptiness.
His godfather, a renowned supposed “murderer” in the world of wizards had died...
His name was Sirius Black
He was the closest thing to a family Harry had and Harry blew it all away through his own stupidness
Harry sharply sat up
“Don’t even think about that. He’s gone and nothing can change that”, Harry told himself firmly for the millionth time that day
Hedwig gave a reassuring hoot as if to say she understood, before flying out of the window
Harry smiled slightly as he watched her fly out of the open window…the Dursleys had long gone in now…Harry could hear the clattering of plates and his Uncle’s voice…before it went quiet and the TV was turned on blaring out the last of the six o’ clock muggle news…
***
Harry reached over and turned out his bedside lamp…the last of Harry’s transfiguration essay was completed…It was late….Before he turned out the light Harry looked out the window…It was a clear night and the stars were out…The consultation of Orion could be seen clearly…
If only Sirius could see it
The light clicked off as Harry drifted off to sleep...
***
The floor span underneath Hemus Reviter’s feet as he ran towards the heavy oak doors…the dark shadows laughed…Hemus could not escape….a voice shouted out “Avada Kedarva” and a blinding green light made sure Hemus Reviter was no more…as mad Death Eaters laughter echoed around the hallway of the Ministry of Magic
The only inhabitants of Privet Drive who was outside was The Dursleys…who were talking in loud voices about Vernon’s recent success in his Drill making company, which could be seen in the size and wealth of their shiny new car…
The only relation of the Dursleys who wasn’t big headed enough to be outside in the stifling heat talking about cars, money and drills…was the Dursleys nephew, Harry Potter.
Harry was the sort of person any ordinary person would look at and not think twice about…unless you were into fashion then maybe you would rant about the s of of Harry’s clothes…but any other person wouldn’t think of Harry as special…or out of the ordinary. Harry’s lack of weight, black hair and broken glasses didn’t really endear to anybody in Privet Drive. Least of all his aunt andle, le, not that Harry cared anyway.
You see there was something out of the ordinary about Harry Potter.
He was a wizard
A wizard who survived the attack of a dark wizard called Voldemort, an attack which took both of his parents’ lives in the process.
And Harry survived
Harry stared out the open window.
He couldn’t believe how far he’d come…
Five years...
Five years of bittersweet memories…
He sighed.
He shouldn’t complain. The Dursley’s had left Harry alone this summer, taking Moody’s words to heart they had decided to be nice to Harry for once…sickeningly nice.
Harry found this annoying. So he decided to stay as far away from the Vernon and Petunia as much as possible.
Which was easy…Harry could’ve walked in number 4 Privet Drive with a broken leg and nobody would’ve really cared
Vernon and Petunia were disdainful when it came to Harry
Disdainful wasn’t the word for it…but Harry was just as disdainful…if not more…this summer though there was a forced truce... which in truth did make Harry’s life easier…he didn’t want the hassle of the Dursleys on his back as well.
ry lry looked over to his left and smiled.
On the shelf there were 3 unopened envelopes
He knew who they were from
The yellowish envelope with scrawl handwriting on was from a half giant called Hagrid, next to it was an envelope with loopy handwriting and a crest-this was from one of Harry’s best friends, Ron Weasley and the last one was from Harry’s other best friend Hermione Granger
Both Hermione and Ron had contacted Harry over the summer, both writing about their holidays and what they down, they also contained a desperate urge for Harry to reply to them. Harry ignored this. He didn’t want to talk to anybody. Not even Ron or Hermione or anybody who would try and strike up a conversation with Harry, who all summer had been ing ing an unbearable guilt and emptiness.
His godfather, a renowned supposed “murderer” in the world of wizards had died...
His name was Sirius Black
He was the closest thing to a family Harry had and Harry blew it all away through his own stupidness
Harry sharply sat up
“Don’t even think about that. He’s gone and nothing can change that”, Harry told himself firmly for the millionth time that day
Hedwig gave a reassuring hoot as if to say she understood, before flying out of the window
Harry smiled slightly as he watched her fly out of the open window…the Dursleys had long gone in now…Harry could hear the clattering of plates and his Uncle’s voice…before it went quiet and the TV was turned on blaring out the last of the six o’ clock muggle news…
***
Harry reached over and turned out his bedside lamp…the last of Harry’s transfiguration essay was completed…It was late….Before he turned out the light Harry looked out the window…It was a clear night and the stars were out…The consultation of Orion could be seen clearly…
If only Sirius could see it
The light clicked off as Harry drifted off to sleep...
***
The floor span underneath Hemus Reviter’s feet as he ran towards the heavy oak doors…the dark shadows laughed…Hemus could not escape….a voice shouted out “Avada Kedarva” and a blinding green light made sure Hemus Reviter was no more…as mad Death Eaters laughter echoed around the hallway of the Ministry of Magic