Soz i asnt posted ive been real bust with work and sleep. well heres chap 1 of me new story, there was no point in starting a new thread.
Harry Potter and the choices we make
Chapter One. Thanks...mum
The streets of privet drive were unusually quiet for this time of the year, summer time. The fact that it was summer meant nothing to the weather, as an unseasonal mist had drifted around the country and had finally come to rest over little whinging once again.
Many people in the neighbourhood were afraid to go outside, someting about the fog wasn't right it seemed to chill the insides. of course the muggles had no real idea to what was causing the mist. dementors.
The Dementors were the least of a certain boys worries mind, this boy had lain on his worn out bed for the last two weeks save only to use the bathroom. He had become very thin and his face was very gaunt, black bags were etched into his skin. He had kept himself busy by working out it seemed to make time go quicker and his thoughts were pushed aside when his muscles were screaming him to stop from the pressure..
His friends had corresponded with him on many occasions but Harry didn't care for small talk and returned answers in the form of 'yes' or 'i'm fine' harry thought deep down if they really cared for me then they would come and collect me. not that he would go, he was busy, other than working out he was reading more about the dark arts.
He knew learning the dark arts was bad but it was the only way he could defeat voldermort and if his friends found out maybe it was for the best, Harry knew he had to slowly move away from them he could not take them to the end, it would be messy at the end and he couldn't let his friends be there. he knew he could die and deep down Harry wished that he would , so he could see his parents, sirius and dumbledore again.
For the past two weeks he had been busy thinking about everything that had happened to him, most recently Sirius and Dumbledore both of whom Harry had looked up to. But when he became depressed, one thing, rather one person always gave him hope, how often every night when his dreams were bad they would switch and he would see himself running back to her and begging for her to take him back and then just holding her.
Harry had tried to keep these thoughts in check but he was finding it hard and wanted her back. For the moment he was trying to prepare himself for voldermort, he was working especially hard on his figure. He worked out that he needed to be in the best shape to defeat him.
Knowing he must act soon, he left privet drive two days into the Holiday, he snuck out with his invisibility cloak. He knew the order was watching him, so he waited until somebody opened the door and he slipped out, he didn't go out for the fun of it. He had a purpose, a destination one that he didn't want anybody finding out about. Knockturn Alley.
Whilst there he remained hooded and held his wand loosely at his side, which he hoped gave the message i'm not scared to be here.
The reason he visited lay open on a page he had been reading before he went to sleep. the book moved up and down in the same gentle rhythm as his chest. 'an advanced guide to the dark arts' was it's name, Harry found it to be mildly interesting and many spells that had to be done non-verbally.
recently he had begun practising wandless magic, he knew there would be a time when he would need it, so far he had only managed to get socks to fly into his outstretched hand, at first it took allot of energy but as his confidence grew so did the weight of the objects.
On his bed Harry Potter began to stir, not from a nightmare he'd already woken up from that once, this time he was simply waking up. His eyes opened then slowly adjusted to the dark, he had fallen asleep with his glasses on. He reached for the book and closed it, he got out of bed and placed it in his new trunk, one like moody had with seven compartments, he his his collection of the dark arts book for every subject deep in the bottom compartment.
Harry looked at the clock, it read 10:46, Harry smiled and looked at the note being held down by the clock.
Harry,
be ready 11 o'clock tonight.
Arthur.
In just under fifteen minutes Harry would be leaving the Dursleys for ever. He hastily ran around the room and began throwing everything into his compartment, with five minutes to spare he let out a sigh and sat down on his bed.
He just realised that he would have to talk to Ginny, deep down he wanted her back but he couldn't, he guessed that for the last two weeks she had locked herself in the room, a Punch of guilt hit him in the stomach and he felt sick.
Seeing that it was 10:59, Harry made his way his way downstairs just as the doorbell rang but seeing who it was when Harry opened the door he turned on his heel and went back into the living room.
"Are you ready to go Harry?" arthur asked.
"Yes...i am Mr weasley" he said pulling his trunk out of the house, which arthur looked at curiously and then closing the door.
'lets get rid of those" he said indicating to the trunk and Hedwig.
Then they made there way down the street to apparate.
"How is everyone?" Harry asked.
"everybody is fine...they are missing you...one person more than others" he added with a wink and a smile.
"here we go...are you ready...good lets go" with one loud crack they both dissapeared a second later they both reappeared outside of the burrow.
"Home!" Harry said out loud, he noticed Arthurs ear turn pink but he didn't say anything.
"Come on inside, mollys waiting for you!" Arthur said leading him inside.
"Harry!" a woman screeched , seconds later this same woman had pulled Harry into a bone crunching hug.
"oh, look at you dear, your so thin, your hairs to long and you definitely need a shave...but never mind that, are you hungry?"
"yes, i'm starving"he admitted truthfully
"Din the dursley not feed you?"
"no"
"Did you bother to feed yourself?"
"no"
"why not?"
"i was to busy thinking"
"About what?"
"Dumbledore...voldermort...Gi-me" he said, he nearly let it slip and for a moment he swore he could see a gleam in Mollys eyes but it soon passed.
"here you go Darling" she said plonking a bowl of soup down on the table in front of him.
"thanks Mrs Weasley" he said swallowing a spoonful of soup, Harry smiled it was great. Mrs weasley noticed and smiled.
"you don't have to call me Mrs weasley, you call me molly...or mum, its up to you, i know i can't replace lilly but i love you like one of my own" she said passing him the bread.
'thanks...mum" there it was, the first time he had ever said the word in its correct manner.
"Once you've eaten that go and get some sleep, your trunk is in Ron's room. it looks lie you haven't bothered to sleep either.
"It's hard falling asleep, and it's worse when i am." he said when molly had gone.
He finished his soup and made his way upstairs, he passed ginnys door and stared at it for several seconds , he then continued up to Ron's room and entered.
Ron was asleep, harry expected it. Harry crossed the room and layed down on his bed sleep did not overcome him.
theres the first chap i have seven more already done and waiting to go on.