im entering a harry potter contest
Okay so the contest is: write a 2000 word story about harry returning to the Dursley's for the last time before he goes back to school for his 7th year.
ATTENTION: If you havent read atleast the 5th book or seen the movie do not read this *spoilers* (kinda)
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Chapter 1
It was an unpleasant morning at number four, Privet Drive, not at all as the weather had predicted. It had forecasted the conditions to be bright and sunny but in fact, it was gloomy with a drizzle of rain every few minutes. Vernon Dursley trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen passing his nephew, Harry Potter, continuing to ignore him like the rest of the family did all summer since his return from Hogwarts. Uncle Vernon then sat down at the dining room table mumbling about a meeting he had today.
“Mr. Mason…important client…NO FLYING CAKES TODAY!” shouted Uncle Vernon, his eyes bulging from their sockets and his hair standing on end.
Harry had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Mason and his wife once; they came over to the Dursley’s house to make a business deal. Unfortunately, they had a thick, creamy pudding cake that a house elf named Dobby splattered all over them in an attempt to save Harry’s life. Regrettably this got Harry into more trouble than he could handle, including having bars put on his windows so that he would not be able to escape back to school. After Uncle Vernon had finished rummaging through the mail, he put on his new grey bowler hat and got in his little squat car then left for work.
Dudley, Uncle Vernon’s only son, looked exactly like his father except for the fact that his hair was blonde and he was a fair size larger than his father was. He was spending the day with his two friends Piers Polkiss and Gordon. Dudley and his gang spent most of their time hanging around the children’s park bullying the younger kids who played there while making sure they stayed away from suspicious looking alleyways and returned home before the street lights switched on. Of course, Harry knew why Dudley always returned before dark. It was because he still had nightmares of the dementor attack on him and his cousin two years back. Dementors are foul wretched creatures that try to suck your soul by making you relive your worst fears. Dudley always woke up in the middle of the night screaming and clutching his bottom with his giant porky hands. For a long time Harry wondered what it was Dudley saw in his mind on the night of the attack but then he remembered Dudley’s first encounter with Hagrid, Hogwarts Care of Magical Creatures Professor the night Harry discovered that he was a wizard. Harry smiled to himself for the first time all summer.
With his Uncle at work and his cousin at the Polkiss’ Harry was left alone with his Aunt Petunia, a tall thin woman with a stern look about her. In his room upstairs, Harry had a few pictures of his parents in a photo album on his dresser that Hagrid had given him after his first year at Hogwarts. The pictures were enchanted so that they moved around as if they were real. He often stared at the photograph of his mother and thought she does not' look like his mother at all.
Harry had spent most of the summer locked up in his room practicing spells and reading some old letters from his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. He was now seventeen years old and could legally do magic with out getting in trouble with the Ministry of Magic, unless he used magic in front of his Muggle family. Muggles are people who cannot use magic. Harry had barely spoken to his family since his return from Hogwarts, mostly because he had many things going on in his life right now. His godfather Sirius Black and his most trusted headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, were now both dead by the hands of Voldemort and his Death Eaters. He also had to worry about finding Voldemort’s last four horcruxes, objects used to infuse one’s soul, that were still missing. He still had no idea if Hogwarts was going to be open this term now that everyone knew that Lord Voldemort was alive.
Harry’s stomach began to rumble as it drew nearer to one o’clock in the afternoon. He slipped downstairs and into the kitchen to find a small bowl of fruit sitting in the middle of the dining room table. Helping himself to a shiny green apple, he heard a crack at the kitchen door. He turned to see his Aunt standing in the doorway holding a plate full of what looked like old chewed up fish parts. Her face screwed up as she bit her lip.
“Harry, this fish is rotten, take it to Ms. Figg! Maybe her cats will eat it.” Harry looked at her perplexed at the fact that she had called him by his first name and not by “you” or “boy”. He did not want to start a fuss with his aunt so early in the morning so he grabbed the plate of rotting fish and dumped it in a trash bag.
Harry had wanted an excuse to see Ms. Figg ever since he came back, but it was hard to find one and not look suspicious. He crossed the Dursley’s neatly mowed lawn and into his neighbors weed infested front yard. In one hand, Harry was clutching the bag of putrid smelling fish and in the other; he grasped a wooden wand in his pocket. Harry was not taking any chances while he was outside his house.
Walking up the porch of number five, Privet Drive Harry could hear faint mews coming from the screen windows of the house. Obviously, Ms. Figg’s twenty cats could smell the fish from inside the bag Harry had been carrying. Ms. Figg was a petite, grey haired woman with wobbly knees. She is a member of the “Order of the Phoenix”, an alliance sworn to destroy Lord Voldemort and his followers. It is Ms. Figg’s job to watch over Harry and report to the Order if things go wrong. Harry still did not understand why Ms. Figg, a squibb who could not do magic, was the one in charge of this task.
Harry rang the doorbell to Ms. Figg’s house and waited patiently for her to come bustling to the door. The cats in the window were still eyeing the bag full of fish hungrily as Harry rang the doorbell a few more times. When Ms. Figg did not answer the door, Harry peeked over at her garage to see if her yellow gremlin there but it was not. Scratching his head Harry began to wonder where Ms. Figg had gone. He grabbed the bag of rotting fish and dumped it into the silver trash bins at the end of Ms. Figg’s driveway.
Harry marched back over to his house determined not to speak to his aunt but when he entered the kitchen, she was no longer there. Still curious about Ms. Figg’s disappearance Harry did not bother to wonder where his aunt had gone. He dragged his feet up the stairs thinking of writing a letter to Professor Lupin about Ms. Figg abandoning her post when he noticed shut bedroom door. Harry had not shut the door when he first went to the kitchen so why it was closed now he had no idea. Harry pressed his ear against the door and heard a muffled sort of talking. Unable to hear who was in his room Harry pulled out of his pocket a pair of Extendable Ears Fred and George Weasley sent him over the summer from their joke shop. Harry put one end of the Extendable Ears onto his bedroom door and the other end into his own ear. This device allowed Harry to hear everything inside his bedroom as if he were also inside. Harry could tell at once that there was one person talking, a woman talking to someone who did not talk back. Then Harry jumped back, it was his aunt’s voice!
“…what you’ve asked me to do. He’s growing up so fast Lily and from what I’ve read from Albus’ letters he’s doing marvelous in school.” Harry could not believe his ears. Was his Aunt Petunia talking about him to his mother? How could she, Lily was dead and how dose she know about Dumbledore? Harry pressed himself closer to the door listening more intently. “…never approved of James either. What would Vernon say if he knew I had kept in contact with you all those years you were in hiding?” Harry started to sweat. He pressed himself completely up against his bedroom door trying to listen with such force. “…was jealous of you, I still am. I wanted so badly to go to school with you, but I…” Her voice trailed away. Suddenly the door swung open knocking Harry into the wall. His aunt was staring at him in disbelief. Harry glanced at his aunt then into his room. Lying on his bed was the moving picture of his mother. Aunt Petunia looked at Harry and gestured him to follow her into her room.
“Harry, I’ve been meaning to show you these before you left for your last term of school.” Aunt Petunia handed Harry the shoebox full of very old crumply letters addressed to his aunt from his mother.
“Let me get one thing straight Harry. I hated your mother and I still hate her to this day but, we were family and I will always love her for being my sister.” Harry could not speak.
“When your mother first received her letter from Hogwarts she refused to go because of me.” Harry's lip quivered as he let slip out “why?” Aunt Petunia looked straight at him.
“Your mother and I are twins Harry. Not identical, but twins nonetheless. We were very close until our 11th birthday.” Aunt petunia continued as she paced around the bedroom floor.
“She refused to go if I couldn’t. Albus came to our house asking Lily if she would reconsider.” She paused for a moment.
“My parents pulled me aside and told me that I was holding my sister back and that someone like me wasn’t gong to ruin any chances for her.” Harry was clutching the shoebox full of letters still trying to soak in all that his aunt was saying.
“I told my sister to go on without me.” Harry thought that this could not be real but continued to listen.
“My parents always doted on Lily and forgot about me. I was jealous and hated my sister but when Lily told me of the danger that she was in I swore that if anything happened to her and James I would take care of you.” She pointed at the letters inside the shoebox.
“It’s all there, all the letters she wrote me and I wrote her. There are also letters in there from Albus telling me of all the great things you’ve done at Hogwarts.” Harry shuffled through the letters to find that his aunt was telling the truth. There were seven letters at the bottom of the box addressed from Dumbledore.
“They came every year before you left for school but I haven’t received one yet for this coming year.” Harry dropped the letters back in the box. Did his aunt know what happened to Dumbledore?
“Aunt Petunia…” started Harry “Dumbledore is dead.”
A grim look fell over his aunt’s face. “I suspected as much.” Harry was still confused. His Aunt Petunia knew of all of Harry’s adventures at Hogwarts, Dumbledore was writing her letters about him. This was too much for him to have added onto the pile of thoughts already zooming around in his mind. Aunt Petunia stood up then glanced at Harry and said with a sort of smirk “Don’t tell Vernon”. She left Harry sitting there flustered and perplexed.
ATTENTION: If you havent read atleast the 5th book or seen the movie do not read this *spoilers* (kinda)
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Chapter 1
It was an unpleasant morning at number four, Privet Drive, not at all as the weather had predicted. It had forecasted the conditions to be bright and sunny but in fact, it was gloomy with a drizzle of rain every few minutes. Vernon Dursley trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen passing his nephew, Harry Potter, continuing to ignore him like the rest of the family did all summer since his return from Hogwarts. Uncle Vernon then sat down at the dining room table mumbling about a meeting he had today.
“Mr. Mason…important client…NO FLYING CAKES TODAY!” shouted Uncle Vernon, his eyes bulging from their sockets and his hair standing on end.
Harry had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Mason and his wife once; they came over to the Dursley’s house to make a business deal. Unfortunately, they had a thick, creamy pudding cake that a house elf named Dobby splattered all over them in an attempt to save Harry’s life. Regrettably this got Harry into more trouble than he could handle, including having bars put on his windows so that he would not be able to escape back to school. After Uncle Vernon had finished rummaging through the mail, he put on his new grey bowler hat and got in his little squat car then left for work.
Dudley, Uncle Vernon’s only son, looked exactly like his father except for the fact that his hair was blonde and he was a fair size larger than his father was. He was spending the day with his two friends Piers Polkiss and Gordon. Dudley and his gang spent most of their time hanging around the children’s park bullying the younger kids who played there while making sure they stayed away from suspicious looking alleyways and returned home before the street lights switched on. Of course, Harry knew why Dudley always returned before dark. It was because he still had nightmares of the dementor attack on him and his cousin two years back. Dementors are foul wretched creatures that try to suck your soul by making you relive your worst fears. Dudley always woke up in the middle of the night screaming and clutching his bottom with his giant porky hands. For a long time Harry wondered what it was Dudley saw in his mind on the night of the attack but then he remembered Dudley’s first encounter with Hagrid, Hogwarts Care of Magical Creatures Professor the night Harry discovered that he was a wizard. Harry smiled to himself for the first time all summer.
With his Uncle at work and his cousin at the Polkiss’ Harry was left alone with his Aunt Petunia, a tall thin woman with a stern look about her. In his room upstairs, Harry had a few pictures of his parents in a photo album on his dresser that Hagrid had given him after his first year at Hogwarts. The pictures were enchanted so that they moved around as if they were real. He often stared at the photograph of his mother and thought she does not' look like his mother at all.
Harry had spent most of the summer locked up in his room practicing spells and reading some old letters from his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. He was now seventeen years old and could legally do magic with out getting in trouble with the Ministry of Magic, unless he used magic in front of his Muggle family. Muggles are people who cannot use magic. Harry had barely spoken to his family since his return from Hogwarts, mostly because he had many things going on in his life right now. His godfather Sirius Black and his most trusted headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, were now both dead by the hands of Voldemort and his Death Eaters. He also had to worry about finding Voldemort’s last four horcruxes, objects used to infuse one’s soul, that were still missing. He still had no idea if Hogwarts was going to be open this term now that everyone knew that Lord Voldemort was alive.
Harry’s stomach began to rumble as it drew nearer to one o’clock in the afternoon. He slipped downstairs and into the kitchen to find a small bowl of fruit sitting in the middle of the dining room table. Helping himself to a shiny green apple, he heard a crack at the kitchen door. He turned to see his Aunt standing in the doorway holding a plate full of what looked like old chewed up fish parts. Her face screwed up as she bit her lip.
“Harry, this fish is rotten, take it to Ms. Figg! Maybe her cats will eat it.” Harry looked at her perplexed at the fact that she had called him by his first name and not by “you” or “boy”. He did not want to start a fuss with his aunt so early in the morning so he grabbed the plate of rotting fish and dumped it in a trash bag.
Harry had wanted an excuse to see Ms. Figg ever since he came back, but it was hard to find one and not look suspicious. He crossed the Dursley’s neatly mowed lawn and into his neighbors weed infested front yard. In one hand, Harry was clutching the bag of putrid smelling fish and in the other; he grasped a wooden wand in his pocket. Harry was not taking any chances while he was outside his house.
Walking up the porch of number five, Privet Drive Harry could hear faint mews coming from the screen windows of the house. Obviously, Ms. Figg’s twenty cats could smell the fish from inside the bag Harry had been carrying. Ms. Figg was a petite, grey haired woman with wobbly knees. She is a member of the “Order of the Phoenix”, an alliance sworn to destroy Lord Voldemort and his followers. It is Ms. Figg’s job to watch over Harry and report to the Order if things go wrong. Harry still did not understand why Ms. Figg, a squibb who could not do magic, was the one in charge of this task.
Harry rang the doorbell to Ms. Figg’s house and waited patiently for her to come bustling to the door. The cats in the window were still eyeing the bag full of fish hungrily as Harry rang the doorbell a few more times. When Ms. Figg did not answer the door, Harry peeked over at her garage to see if her yellow gremlin there but it was not. Scratching his head Harry began to wonder where Ms. Figg had gone. He grabbed the bag of rotting fish and dumped it into the silver trash bins at the end of Ms. Figg’s driveway.
Harry marched back over to his house determined not to speak to his aunt but when he entered the kitchen, she was no longer there. Still curious about Ms. Figg’s disappearance Harry did not bother to wonder where his aunt had gone. He dragged his feet up the stairs thinking of writing a letter to Professor Lupin about Ms. Figg abandoning her post when he noticed shut bedroom door. Harry had not shut the door when he first went to the kitchen so why it was closed now he had no idea. Harry pressed his ear against the door and heard a muffled sort of talking. Unable to hear who was in his room Harry pulled out of his pocket a pair of Extendable Ears Fred and George Weasley sent him over the summer from their joke shop. Harry put one end of the Extendable Ears onto his bedroom door and the other end into his own ear. This device allowed Harry to hear everything inside his bedroom as if he were also inside. Harry could tell at once that there was one person talking, a woman talking to someone who did not talk back. Then Harry jumped back, it was his aunt’s voice!
“…what you’ve asked me to do. He’s growing up so fast Lily and from what I’ve read from Albus’ letters he’s doing marvelous in school.” Harry could not believe his ears. Was his Aunt Petunia talking about him to his mother? How could she, Lily was dead and how dose she know about Dumbledore? Harry pressed himself closer to the door listening more intently. “…never approved of James either. What would Vernon say if he knew I had kept in contact with you all those years you were in hiding?” Harry started to sweat. He pressed himself completely up against his bedroom door trying to listen with such force. “…was jealous of you, I still am. I wanted so badly to go to school with you, but I…” Her voice trailed away. Suddenly the door swung open knocking Harry into the wall. His aunt was staring at him in disbelief. Harry glanced at his aunt then into his room. Lying on his bed was the moving picture of his mother. Aunt Petunia looked at Harry and gestured him to follow her into her room.
“Harry, I’ve been meaning to show you these before you left for your last term of school.” Aunt Petunia handed Harry the shoebox full of very old crumply letters addressed to his aunt from his mother.
“Let me get one thing straight Harry. I hated your mother and I still hate her to this day but, we were family and I will always love her for being my sister.” Harry could not speak.
“When your mother first received her letter from Hogwarts she refused to go because of me.” Harry's lip quivered as he let slip out “why?” Aunt Petunia looked straight at him.
“Your mother and I are twins Harry. Not identical, but twins nonetheless. We were very close until our 11th birthday.” Aunt petunia continued as she paced around the bedroom floor.
“She refused to go if I couldn’t. Albus came to our house asking Lily if she would reconsider.” She paused for a moment.
“My parents pulled me aside and told me that I was holding my sister back and that someone like me wasn’t gong to ruin any chances for her.” Harry was clutching the shoebox full of letters still trying to soak in all that his aunt was saying.
“I told my sister to go on without me.” Harry thought that this could not be real but continued to listen.
“My parents always doted on Lily and forgot about me. I was jealous and hated my sister but when Lily told me of the danger that she was in I swore that if anything happened to her and James I would take care of you.” She pointed at the letters inside the shoebox.
“It’s all there, all the letters she wrote me and I wrote her. There are also letters in there from Albus telling me of all the great things you’ve done at Hogwarts.” Harry shuffled through the letters to find that his aunt was telling the truth. There were seven letters at the bottom of the box addressed from Dumbledore.
“They came every year before you left for school but I haven’t received one yet for this coming year.” Harry dropped the letters back in the box. Did his aunt know what happened to Dumbledore?
“Aunt Petunia…” started Harry “Dumbledore is dead.”
A grim look fell over his aunt’s face. “I suspected as much.” Harry was still confused. His Aunt Petunia knew of all of Harry’s adventures at Hogwarts, Dumbledore was writing her letters about him. This was too much for him to have added onto the pile of thoughts already zooming around in his mind. Aunt Petunia stood up then glanced at Harry and said with a sort of smirk “Don’t tell Vernon”. She left Harry sitting there flustered and perplexed.