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* = Harry Conscience

Chapter 1 ~ Brewing Trouble

Harry stared aimlessly into oblivion (which was more like the view of his outside window). The Dursley’s (beside Dudley of course) didn’t dare bother Harry, not after the warning from Mad-Eye; they were a bit scared of him really. It was the holidays of Year 5 and that only meant one thing, torture. NOT torture from the Dursley’s because I have already told you that they didn’t bother him, but from his friends. After his… Harry stuttered in his mind to protrude such a link of thoughts as it was hard for him. *Well go on then… Harry (I’m his conscience by the way).*

“Okay” he indignantly said to no one but the surrounding air. And… the link of thoughts easily came. After his godfather Sirius “had fallen behind the viel of voices* he ...died, and no one really could think of anything to say to Harry, all was glum and boring. They wouldn’t have spoken to him like this if it wasn’t for Harry killing his own godfather; he was so sure it was him. *No it was not Harry (I told him)* but his thoughts immediately trailed away. As he stared at now his Snowy Owl Hedwig his expressions were now on a happier note, but … he wasn’t thinking about Hedwig, just to tell you that. And again, he stuttered to think such a thought. Wonder what Hermy is doing right at this moment, her beautiful bushy hair stood in his way, blocking out Ron and Ginny from either side. *( Remember this is what he is thinking, and I am part of this story, because… you know I am his conscience)*. And like all pictures in the magical world, his dream moved. And this was how it was, Hermy was in the middle, and her hair, *(rather larger than usual) was blocking out Ron and Ginny. Harry snapped awake, wait…. since when has her name been Hermy?

dNo… she’s meant for…. Umm Ron… everyone knows they are meant for each other. Then suddenly Harry reenacted Dobby’s titled moves that he had seen in the Harry Potter 2 movies *(Just don’t ask and play along please)*. He hit his head against the drawer to try and push the thoughts out of his mind, then with the lamp but they still remained… only to become dirtier… Not THAT kind of dirty! Your minds are… quite filled, and those of you out there who are reading R fan fiction stories… I don’t believe this is one of them, once again I don’t believe hehe. The kind of dirty that was meant was…. Well… Hermy, …( Harry corrected himself and said, “ Hermione” aloud) Well… Hermione was washing his clothes, his underwear in fact…. NO... no… lets make it his… boxers; no, Harry, those have a hole in them. Things kept reappearing in his mind to replace the pieces of clothing until finally Hermione from his day dream goes “HARRY MAKE UP YOUR FUkING MIND< IM NOT WAHSING ALLL YOUR GOD FUKING CLOTHES!’ and she exited his dream. What the FUK just happened? That was My dream and Hermy ( he stuttered and once again he corrected himself) Hermione left it… how nice. *You’re a stupid ass, Harry, that’s really really sad; I think all of them would agree too. (I mean all of you people who are reading this story)*

And it was pretty sad. He went to his calendar and counted down the days he’d be going back to the burrow. A mere 2 days, and he decided to go and do something really stupid and exciting, and it was stupid but now exciting. He went and…. And he…. Guess what he did?….…. He jumped on his bed. *(Woo hooo what fun, I am exaggerating by the way)* Well he jumped on his bed until he hit it on the ceiling, (I whispered once again what an ass.) and he stopped. Parts of the ceiling where falling down on him and he went to his dresser to look at his hurt face. He had a bump of Mount Everest forming and he all he said was SHIT! I am going to be seeing Hermy in a few days only for her to point at my head and laugh. *(Harry, no one will laugh, they will be dieing from balling).*

“Thanks, you know what, just shut the FUk up.” Harry said in return to my formal compliment. Not realizing that Free Willie *(I don’t think you need reminding of who this is)* was standing by the door. Harry was a bit distracted for he was almost sure that he would have felt an earthquake coming along. His face was scrunched up in puzzlement and a look of stupidity was upon it, which was not unusual.

“What do you want Milk Duds” Harry said rudely. *(DON’T BREW TROUBLE POTTER)*

“Pothead you better shut that mouth of yours. You don’t seem to be so brave in bed” *(I think I heard that before, oh yea, in book 5, but … I don’t think he would be as thick, or maybe he would be, as to use that one again)*. Harry regardless froze in his tracks.

“Your not starting that one again are you? It would be a bit lame.” Harry however knew he wasn’t. What had he be saying in his dream this time?

“OH HERMY” Dudley said in a bit of a squeak. *(He just got you there buddy,)* Harry’s anger rose and he couldn’t take it one bit longer, he couldn’t believe he had been, well you know in his dreams. A wide grin spread on the face of Dudley for he knew he had gotten Harry mad and he did it well. Harry didn’t say a word with the mouth but just remembered hurting his fist as he swung and hit Dudley right in the jaw. Dudley you would think would fail miserably in hitting Harry, and even though he was literally thought of a killer whale, he was swift in this particular moment of time and targeting Harry exactly where he had been receiving the bump, It grew larger by the seconds passing and Harry felt himself go weak, the searing pain immediately went to his legs. The distance grew dim until he felt the cold of the ground. He rose, but only to find the Dursley’s standing right behind Dudley, he fell again. “Only two more days,” he said before fainting “Only two more days.”