HP Year 6

[Corinna Turner]

Does anyone want to read my FF about Year 6 at Hogwarts?

[Selene]

Of course we wanna! Post it please!

[Corinna Turner]

Ok, here is the beginning, but I'm warning you, it's really boring!

Harry Potter 6:

Chapter 1:Back or not?
It was very late in the evening. Dark lay over Privat Drive. But at Number 4 was still light shining through one window. It was the house of the Dursleys – Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley. But there lived another person in this house – Harry Potter.
That evening Harry couldn’t sleep for some reason he didn’t know himself. Everytime he was about to fall asleep he was reminded of the terrible things that happened to him at the end of the last year. Harry was about to begin his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wiwardry. At the end of the previous year he had gone to the Ministry of Magic, because a vision had told him his godfather Sirius was in danger. But all that had just been a trick to get him there. Voldemort himself had shown up there and he had had a fight with Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts and the only one Voldemort had ever feared. But what was even worse was that Sirius had died while he tried to rescue Harry and his friends from the Death Eaters. “It was all my fault. That was all my fault! I shouldn’t have gone there.” Harry had relived that night every time he had fallen asleep during the holidays and he had always woken up shouting Sirius’ name. That had landed him in serious trouble with the Dursleys. They had him punished by having him do all their housework, locking him up in his room and not giving him any food. The only think he could look forward to was visiting Grimauld Place 12, the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. He had received his letter last week, telling him that they would pic him up the next Sunday. “Next Sunday? Damn it, that’s tomorrow!” Harry said to himself as he read the whole letter again and again. Ron and Hermione were already there. Harry couldn’t believe he had completely forgotten about telling the Dursleys. They would be furious, if some wizards would turn up at their house without being warned. Harry had no choice but telling them the next morning. It would be even worse because the Dursleys were always in a mood in the mornings.

What do you think?

[Christine Daaé]

Awww, It's wonderful!

[Corinna Turner]

Thanks! Here is some more:

Harry now really couldn’t sleep, so he decided to pack his bag. There wasn’t much to pack, because he prefered leaving his things in his trunk over the summer.
The night passed really slowly. Finally he heard the Dursleys getting up. Soon Petunia knocked at the door, shouting: “Get up! Hurry! Breakfast in 10 minutes!” “Yeah, great! Whatever happened they are even in a worse mood than normal. That will make asking them a lot harder.” Harry quietly said to himself while he slowly went to the bathroom. Ten minutes later he sat at the table with the Dursleys. They seemed to be really angry with Dudley. Harry wondered if they found out about his “friends”. That really seemed to be the reason, but Harry’s aunt and uncle still found a way to make Harry responsible for what his cousin did. “It’s all your fault that our Dudley got in contact with the wrong people. You made him crazy with what you are and your folks coming here nearly every year. You behaved as if you were something special and so our poor Dudley felt we would like you more. Not that this would ever happen, mind you! He wanted to do something special so that we would never think of liking you more than him. It’s all your fault and you’ll pay for that.”, Uncle Vernon shouted.
“But I didn’t do anything.”
“Sure, you’re always innocent. Up to your room. And make sure your folk gets you to the station, cause I won’t. And I don’t want to see any of them here until September, 1st, as well as I don’t want to see you till then.”
“There’s just a little problem. My friends want to pick me up today.”
“Write them, you won’t be going. If they come here today, you’ll be in serious trouble.”

What do you think?

[Christine Daaé]

It's awsome! PMN!!!! ;D

[Corinna Turner]

Thanks! Here is some more:

Harry couldn’t do anything else than going upstairs. Starting an arguement wouldn’t help him at all. Uncle Vernon would always find a reason for not letting Harry go.
Even if he sent Hedwig to Ron and Hermione right now, she would never arrive in time. Maybe they had already left. Harry would really be in trouble. He was deeply lost in thoughts, so he didn’t hear his uncle come upstairs and lock his door. After a time, Harry didn’t know how long it had been, he was suddenly taken back to reality. The door bell rung and it didn’t stop. As long as Dudley hadn’t gone out, it could only mean that the wizards just proved once more that they didn’t know anything about Muggle technology. Harry listened carefully to what was happening downstairs. He heard Uncle Vernon’s loud and angry footsteps in the hallway, he opened the door and quickly slamed it shut again. Then he heard thunderous footsteps on the stairs, along with furious muttering from his uncle. The noices drew closer to Harry’s door. Vernon unlocked the door and entered the room, starting to shout.
“Haven’t I told you you’re not going? Haven’t I told you to write to your folk? What do you think you’re doing? How dare you not to do what I tell you? And will you listen to me?”
Harry still lay on his bed looking bored and not taking in any word of what uncle Vernon was yelling. The doorbell was ringing again and Harry heard loud knocks on the door. He heard Dudley’s and Petunia’s screaming from the living room. Vernon just opened his mouth to shout a bit more, when suddenly there was a loud noise from downstairs. Seconds later, 7 wizards came ranning into Harry’s bedroom, all had their wands raised. Uncle Vernon turned round hastily and suddenly lost all the confidence he had had only seconds ago. Harry could see clearly on Vernon’s face that he was frightened.

What do you think?

[Selene]

It's great! Keep posting!

[Corinna Turner]

Thanks here is some more, finally, but it's kinda stupid:

“What did you do to him, Dursley? Didn’t I warn you not to harm him? You’ll pay for that!” Mad-Eye Moody came forward shouting back at Uncle Vernon, who slowly drew backwards with every step Moody took towards him, till he hid the wall with his back.
“You broke into my house. You have no right to threaten me. If you come any closer I’ll call the police.”, Vernon replied in a shaking voice.
“You really think some Muggles could stop us? Harry will come with us. And you better not say anything again or you’ll terribly regret it.” Moody had his wand directly pointed at Uncle Vernon’s head.
“Come on, Harry! Take your stuff and we’ll be away from here.”
“He isn’t going!”
“What did you say Dursley?”
“H-he i-isn’t g-going!”
“You better watch your mouth Dursley or you might never be able to use it again. And you wouldn’t want me to hurt you, would you?”
Moody said the last part in a calm and sweet voice.
Harry now pulled his trunk towards the door and Lupin stepped forward to take Hedwig. They all left through the door and walked down the stairs. Only Moody was remaining in Harry’s room and shot one last angry glance at Vernon.
“Thanks for letting Harry go so voluntary. See you again next year.”
“Better not!” Vernon muttered under his breath as Moody turned and went down the stairs after the others, but he himself remained still in Harry’s room not daring to move.
Just as the little group reached the huge hole in the wall where the door used to be, they heard sirences outside and could see police cars arrive.

[Selene]

It is bloody brilliant!

[Corinna Turner]

Thanks! I wrote some more, but I don't like this part, it's boring. I promise the next part will be better.
“I think this will get us in trouble!”, Lupin predicted, “Hexing Muggles for no reason.”
“We do have a reason or don’t you want to arrive at Grimmauld Place next week?”
“Next week? But if they catch us, we’ll be in jail for more than just a week.” Harry said in a fearful voice.
“Don’t be stupid, Harry, those Muggle jails are so insecure. We would be out of there in no time, but the security we had to built up for today to get you over to London savely would be gone and we would have to wait a week or even more till it is built up again, or we would risk an attack and I don’t know how Arthur would explain the sudden death of eight wizards to the Ministry. So we better get them stunned, it’s completely painless and saves us a lot of problems. Kingsley, Tonks and Remus help me, on the count of three. One... two... three!” The four policemen that were approaching the house were hid by the spells that shot through the air and stopped dead in their moving.
“Come on, the spell doesn’t last that long. We have to get out of the village, so we can fly to London. Too many Muggles could be watching here.” Moody shouted as a last comment, before the eight of them started running down the street.

[Christine Daaé]

Please Keep Posting!!!!!!!

[Corinna Turner]

Thanks, here is some more, it's not very much sorry!

Once they were outside the town it was easy for them to transfigure a little stone into a Portkey and take off to London. As it was afternoon it was too risky for them to fly. But with the Portkey they had to land a few blocks away from Grimmauld Place. The rest of the way they had to walk. On their way Lupin tried to talk to Harry, but Moody told them to be quiet all the time. It was already early evening when they finally arrived at Grimmauld Place, because Moody insisted on walking a longer way then necessary, just in case someone would be following them.
As Harry thought about the words he had read the previous year, a house shot out of the ground between the numbers 11 and 13. They entered and found the Weasleys and Hermione in the kitchen, preparing dinner. And to his surprise Harry saw that Fleur Delacour was there, too, trying to teach Mrs Weasley French cooking.
Everyone was happy to see Harry again and he was left quite breathless as both Mrs Weasley and Hermione tried to hug him at the same time. Even Ginny hugged him, but she soon begged away, quite embarrassed.
“Come on, Harry, time for dinner!” Mrs Weasley said.
So the dinner turned out to be an Arrival Feast for Harry.
After dinner they all went to bed early, because it had been a hard day.
Harry fell asleep contemplating about everything that had happened.

[Chloe]

i kinda wanna see it

[Christine Daaé]

Great story Penny!