What Happened, Harry?
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,239
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What Happened, Harry?
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I'm ignoring the 6th book because I need Dumbledore.
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The summer after 5th year had been hectic to say the least. Which came to the reason why he was now standing in front of the wall to get to Platform 9 3/4 and the Hogwarts Express to take him, once again, on a roller coaster year.
He had been standing there for the last eight minutes, and was still staring at the wall with a blank look, hiding his thoughts. 'I can't believe they're making me go through with this.'
The "them" Harry was referring to was none other than Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. 'Might as well get it over with,' he thought with a big sigh, slumping slightly against his trolley. He walked at a somewhat hurried pace towards the wall, took a big breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them a few seconds later, he was looking at the bright red train with steam emanating from the bottom, near the track.
He also noticed the funny looks that he was getting, and searched for someone that was familiar. He hadn't seen his friends since he left them at the train station at the end of the previous year. He missed them.
He had a lot to tell them.
He pushed his hair back, and took his belongings to be loaded onto the train. He had let Hedwig out earlier to make her own way to Hogwarts, and carried her empty cage with him onto the train. 'I wish there was someone here that understood all that happened this summer. There's going to be so much to explain.'
Harry was in need of a security blanket. Badly. But, he opted to carrying Hedwig's empty cage as a substitute. He would not let anyone else see him carrying a damn security blankey. He was Harry Potter for crying out loud. He had a reputation to keep; The-Boy-Who-Lived, the supposed - for a few months- Heir of Slytherin, the - 'Oh, god' - surviving Hogwarts Champion and winner of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Not to mention the title-slash-nickname that Moony and Padfoot had gotten stuck on calling him - Prongs Jr. 'It always makes them snicker now,' he thought sardonically. 'I can see why, but it's not that funny...'
Harry was making his way through the train, wearing a bit of a smirk because of his thoughts, and carrying his owl's cage. Only, now, the smirk was starting to turn to a scowl.
"Where the hell are Hermione and Ron?"
The train had started its journey to his beloved Hogwarts, and he /still/ couldn't find them. He started to growl softly in frustration when he came upon them sitting across from each other in their own cabin. He let a small smile as he could see them taking their usual roles.
Hermione had already found something to berate and nag at Ron about, and Ron was being dutiful in soundly ignoring her. Yet he managed to make agreeing sounds at the appropriate intervals. Harry never ceased to be amazed at how Ron could do that.
Hermione was already in her school robes. 'I really shouldn't be surprised about that. She always did try to get a head-start on everything.' And Ron...well, Ron was sporting a bit of a fashion no-no. The sweater he was wearing was a Molly Weasley Original. It was a Burberry pattern with the main color being a light brown, with a subdued dark red, and a green that reminded Harry of the color of his eyes. The pants...the pants were something else. They took the prize - not sure what the heck for, but they sure got first place in that contest. Harry didn't know that pants came in that color. The pants matched the green of Ron’s sweater - a bright, eye-catching green, and Harry found himself transfixed by the mass of glaring green pants. So much in fact, that he jumped when Hermione opened up the door to the cabin.
He stared at her a bit wide-eyed. He was looking for them, but he still wasn't ready to face them, and turned on his heel abruptly, and started to make his way further down, mumbling a "Sorry for bothering you," underneath his breath, which was accompanied by a flushing of his cheeks.
He was stopped by a hand that latched onto his wrist.
"Harry?" Her voice was rather small and questioning.
He closed his eyes for a few moments thinking, 'This is when all hell breaks loose.' He turned back to her, with a small smile, and pleading in his eyes. "Yeah?"
Her eyes widened a bit, and a look of confusion crossed her face along with a raised eyebrow, but other than that she took it all in stride pretty damn well. She ushered him into the cabin that Ron occupied. He was staring a sandwich. "Hey, Hermione, was that Harry out there?" He hadn't looked up just yet. He was glaring at his sandwich, now.
Harry quirked his head to the side a bit, like a confused puppy. "Ron, what in the hell are you doing?"
Ron considered his sandwich a few more seconds before stuffing it back into its plastic bag. "I was contemplating the short lifespan of a sandwich. I couldn't bear to put it out of its pathetic misery - I hate corned beef sandwiches - when Hermione ran out and ohmygodHarrywhatthehellhappenedtoyou?!"
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I couldn't resist ending with a cliffy. I think all of my chapters are going to end this way. I'm working in the next chapter right now. I actually interrupted the writing of the second chapter to post this one.
I'm ignoring the 6th book because I need Dumbledore.
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The summer after 5th year had been hectic to say the least. Which came to the reason why he was now standing in front of the wall to get to Platform 9 3/4 and the Hogwarts Express to take him, once again, on a roller coaster year.
He had been standing there for the last eight minutes, and was still staring at the wall with a blank look, hiding his thoughts. 'I can't believe they're making me go through with this.'
The "them" Harry was referring to was none other than Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. 'Might as well get it over with,' he thought with a big sigh, slumping slightly against his trolley. He walked at a somewhat hurried pace towards the wall, took a big breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them a few seconds later, he was looking at the bright red train with steam emanating from the bottom, near the track.
He also noticed the funny looks that he was getting, and searched for someone that was familiar. He hadn't seen his friends since he left them at the train station at the end of the previous year. He missed them.
He had a lot to tell them.
He pushed his hair back, and took his belongings to be loaded onto the train. He had let Hedwig out earlier to make her own way to Hogwarts, and carried her empty cage with him onto the train. 'I wish there was someone here that understood all that happened this summer. There's going to be so much to explain.'
Harry was in need of a security blanket. Badly. But, he opted to carrying Hedwig's empty cage as a substitute. He would not let anyone else see him carrying a damn security blankey. He was Harry Potter for crying out loud. He had a reputation to keep; The-Boy-Who-Lived, the supposed - for a few months- Heir of Slytherin, the - 'Oh, god' - surviving Hogwarts Champion and winner of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Not to mention the title-slash-nickname that Moony and Padfoot had gotten stuck on calling him - Prongs Jr. 'It always makes them snicker now,' he thought sardonically. 'I can see why, but it's not that funny...'
Harry was making his way through the train, wearing a bit of a smirk because of his thoughts, and carrying his owl's cage. Only, now, the smirk was starting to turn to a scowl.
"Where the hell are Hermione and Ron?"
The train had started its journey to his beloved Hogwarts, and he /still/ couldn't find them. He started to growl softly in frustration when he came upon them sitting across from each other in their own cabin. He let a small smile as he could see them taking their usual roles.
Hermione had already found something to berate and nag at Ron about, and Ron was being dutiful in soundly ignoring her. Yet he managed to make agreeing sounds at the appropriate intervals. Harry never ceased to be amazed at how Ron could do that.
Hermione was already in her school robes. 'I really shouldn't be surprised about that. She always did try to get a head-start on everything.' And Ron...well, Ron was sporting a bit of a fashion no-no. The sweater he was wearing was a Molly Weasley Original. It was a Burberry pattern with the main color being a light brown, with a subdued dark red, and a green that reminded Harry of the color of his eyes. The pants...the pants were something else. They took the prize - not sure what the heck for, but they sure got first place in that contest. Harry didn't know that pants came in that color. The pants matched the green of Ron’s sweater - a bright, eye-catching green, and Harry found himself transfixed by the mass of glaring green pants. So much in fact, that he jumped when Hermione opened up the door to the cabin.
He stared at her a bit wide-eyed. He was looking for them, but he still wasn't ready to face them, and turned on his heel abruptly, and started to make his way further down, mumbling a "Sorry for bothering you," underneath his breath, which was accompanied by a flushing of his cheeks.
He was stopped by a hand that latched onto his wrist.
"Harry?" Her voice was rather small and questioning.
He closed his eyes for a few moments thinking, 'This is when all hell breaks loose.' He turned back to her, with a small smile, and pleading in his eyes. "Yeah?"
Her eyes widened a bit, and a look of confusion crossed her face along with a raised eyebrow, but other than that she took it all in stride pretty damn well. She ushered him into the cabin that Ron occupied. He was staring a sandwich. "Hey, Hermione, was that Harry out there?" He hadn't looked up just yet. He was glaring at his sandwich, now.
Harry quirked his head to the side a bit, like a confused puppy. "Ron, what in the hell are you doing?"
Ron considered his sandwich a few more seconds before stuffing it back into its plastic bag. "I was contemplating the short lifespan of a sandwich. I couldn't bear to put it out of its pathetic misery - I hate corned beef sandwiches - when Hermione ran out and ohmygodHarrywhatthehellhappenedtoyou?!"
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I couldn't resist ending with a cliffy. I think all of my chapters are going to end this way. I'm working in the next chapter right now. I actually interrupted the writing of the second chapter to post this one.