Harry Potter 6: the Half-Blooded Prince
about this thread
first off,
this thread can be used to talk about HP, but only if you use a different color than royal blue. This is so that it is easier for me and others to firgure out what messages are the story or important info on it.
secondly,
i appreciate all advice/imput
finally,
please don't get mad at me if i do not follow the story line of JKR's HP
thanx for listen to me
the story is not up yet but will be in a hour or two
here's part of the first chapter
Chapter 1: Under the Willow
It was the middle of a heat wave and the temperature along Privet Drive had reached a sweltering 102°F. The street itself seemed devoid of all life, for all of the inhabitants had evacuated to the cool safety of their homes. That is, everyone except for one.
Lying below the old willow tree in the backyard of number four Privet Drive, there was one skinny teenage boy with messy raven hair and green eyes. While the Dursleys were lounging on their sofas, surrounded by fans, and watching the television, Harry was staring at the clear blue sky through the deep green of the willow leaves. He was lost so deep in thought, that he paid no attention to heat.
Earlier that morning, Aunt Petunia had found Harry reading his transfiguration textbook in his room. Magic was one of the many things she would never allow her house. Harry was near the top of that list too. Sometimes, Harry wondered why he was even allowed to stay at all. Had it not been for Dumbledore’s letter, Harry believed that he would be at some orphanage or out on the streets. While being pulled down the stairs by Aunt Petunia, Harry argued that he was doing homework as his aunt yelled at him for being disrespectful. He should be grateful that they took him in and treated him as a second son she screamed. Harry had to resist a strong urge to retort with his own comment. She went on to say he should be thankful for her generosity and hospitality by abiding by her rules for a “normal” home. Any other summer, she might have locked Harry in his closet and deprived him of food. Instead, taking in consideration Moody’s threat, Aunt Petunia had come to the conclusion that making Harry suffer in the heat would not and could not be considered being horrible to him. Of course, she had left the back door unlocked just in cause Harry wanted to come in. In the shade of the porch, she had also left a pitcher of cold lemonade and a handful of bite-sized cookies. Thinking that it was enough punishment to have to sit outside in the heat, Aunt Petunia left Harry alone to deal with Dudley’s tantrum.
yes it is longer
oops...forgot to post it....hahaha
continuation of chpt 1
Actually, Harry was much more comfortable in the backyard than in the house. The only annoying factor outside was the heat, while inside Dudley was screaming at his parents and demanding that it cool down. Uncle Vernon, who hadn’t once looked at Harry this summer, was ranting that his fat son had better start exercising for the football tryouts, a sport he favored and wanted his son to play. Aunt Petunia, of course, was siding with Dudley. Her poor cute baby didn’t have to play if he didn’t want to, and did her little cuddly-Dudley want another banana split? Harry soon tired of listening to the conversation from inside. He gave a quick glance around to ensure there were no neighbors watching him before taking out his wand and whispering “Acco Transfiguration: Sixth-Year Students”. Harry knew that he was breaking the law and that this spell would go on a list with the fifty-some odd others he had preformed. He didn’t think anything of it though; he hadn’t received any letter from the Ministry for any of the other spells. Perhaps Dumbledore had mentioned something about Harry’s situation to Fudge. Harry sat under the willow down as he saw the book fly out his bedroom window, at least he could study out here.
shoot...
still doesn't fit
final part of chpt1
After reading about how to change one type of animal into another type, Harry became bored and he began to think about Hogwarts. Trying to avoid the topic of Sirius, Harry thought about his favorite sport – Quidditch. The past year, Umbridge had banned him from playing ever again but surely, with Dumbledore back, he’d be allowed to perform as Gryffindor’s seeker and captain. Harry’s thoughts soon drifted away from school and Quidditch to another topic – his friends. They had written him continuously this summer; Ron and his family by owl and Hermione by mail. The first time Hermione had wrote him, Uncle Vernon, seeing a letter addressed to Harry, had ripped it up. Fortunately, Harry was able to retrieve all the pieces and by using a repair charm, he was able to read all of it. After that incident, Harry made sure that he picked up the mail. While thinking about the Weasley’s, Harry remembered the fireworks and the swamp that the twins had created, and laughed. Aunt Petunia, hearing noise, stuck her pointy little nose out the side window and glared at Harry. Putting on a straight face, Harry stared right back at her until her head retreated back through the opening. He then proceeded to laugh until his sides hurt.
As the afternoon pasted, Harry found himself thinking about a variety of subjects – from candy to brooms, Hogwarts to Hogsmeade, friends to rivals. It was around half-past two when Harry began to probe the topic of Professor Trelawney prophesy. He thought about the night that he and a group of friends had sneaked into the Department of Mysteries under the assumption that S – no, he couldn’t say that name yet – had to be rescued. He and Neville were the last ones standing, then…then the man they had been looking for, and the Order of the Phoenix appeared. The battle began and when fighting Bellatrix Lestrange, Sirius was hit and he…he was –. Suddenly, a brown mass shot through the green canopy. Harry was startled out of his thoughts and into an upright position. He watched as the blurry brown ball skim the ground for an instant before it began its rapid progress toward the open windows leading to his room.
it only took three posts!!!
cuuute!!
ok the next chapter's really short
Chapter 2: Escaping Trouble
It took Harry a moment to realize what was racing toward his window. When he recognized Ron owl, Harry began to yell:
“Bloody Owl! Get back here Pig. I’m over here.”
If there was one thing more than magic that the Dursleys disliked, it was strange, unexplainable situations. If any neighbor was around to see a small owl fly into number four Privet Drive, Harry would be dead. Owls – and by that matter, any bird – never went flying into a house on Privet Drive. It just wasn’t normal, and normal was the only acceptable lifestyle on the Drive. Like their neighbors, the Dursleys would rather risk their lives than their reputation for mundane. Fostering Harry for summer also disrupted that equilibrium of ordinary but there was nothing to be done about that.
Harry decided that he had to do something before Pig met an unfortunate end at the hands of Dudley. As he ran towards the house, Harry whipped out his wand and focused on the owl.
“Acco Pigwidgeon.”
Ron’s poor gray-brown owl jolted to a stop in mid-flight. Pig’s wings were moving furiously in an attempt to reach Harry’s room. Unwillingly, the owl drifted back towards the willow where he landed in Harry’s hand. Upon seeing a friendly face, Pigwidgeon hooted happily as Harry stuffed his wand and the tiny owl down the front of his shirt.
“Boy, what are you making a racket for?” Aunt Petunia asked in her snappish manner as she stood on the porch.
“Nothing Auntie,” Harry began. “Ummm…I just thought it was raining…and…decided to celebrate…”
“What is the boy up to Petunia, dear?” Uncle Vernon’s voice called from the cool interior atmosphere of the house.
“Why, the boy must be going mad Vernon,” Aunt Petunia laughed and was meet with laughter from inside as she turned to retire on the couch.
“All the better for us, dear. All the better for us…”
i think this chpts is worse still....*cries*