The Only Place To Read The '6th Book' On The Internet! Welcome to the site devoted to anyone who has read the 5 published Harry Potter books, and wants something to hold them through another year until the REAL 6th book comes out. This is written by two teenagers, not J.K. Rowling, and it is not the real book, but it is something to...... keep you going! Have Fun!! Taryn & Julie There was a dark hole at the end of the white room. Suddenly, Sirius appeared and began walking toward the dark, glancing at Harry as if telling him to watch his new magic trick. He walked completely into the darkness and was engulfed by it, disappearing from all sight. "Sirius, NO!!" Harry screamed, but it was too late, he was gone, and the darkness began to slide toward him. Harry woke to find himself under his sheets in his bedroom at Number Four, Privet Drive. Suddenly, he heard a voice at his door, but he could not see anything because he did not have his glasses on. He reached across the bed, and grabbed his glasses, frantically looking for the mysterious figure that had taken form in his doorway. "Ahh, Potter. Yes, mighty good too see you again, mate. I fancied a little trip to see my friend, Jordienia Fiddlewink The Eight-tenth, when I saw your house. I figured I might as well drop by to see you, but when I knocked at the door, I was confronted by a rather plump man, your uncle? It was he who yelled and said to go away. Of course, this was rather rude, so I put the Knock Back Jinx curse on him, fell like a board, he did! Well, now I'm here and I'm glad to say that I was quite pleased to find you having a nightmare about my sisters-husbands-nephew. Yes, Sirius is the reason that I've come, boy! I have found a way to talk to the dead, and you, my boy must help me, in return, your beloved godfather will be able to speak to you!" At this, Harry frowned. "How am I to know if you are telling the truth or not?" Harry replied rather moodily, for talking of Sirius still upset him. "What, you don't trust me?" Replied Filch, holding his cat Mrs. Norris. "F-f-filch?? WHat?!?! WHO--" But he had no time to finish, because Filch cut him off. "No time for foolishness, Harry! Here's my plan:"Harry sat strait up in bed, gasping for breath. Grabbing his glasses and shoving them on, he quickly glanced around his room. There was a first: two dreams in the same dream. Well, at least they were somewhat normal. His heart ached when he thought about Sirius and the possibility of bringing him back. Deciding he wouldnt tell Ron or Hermonie and bother their summer since they were probably having a blast. He called Hedwig down from the window and she happily landed on his arm. For a moment he pondered writing to his two best friends to see how they were, but decided againt it, figuring the Order would be saving him from the Dursleys soon. He got out of bed and grabbed some clothes when he heard a shriek from whom he assumed was hid Aunt. The shriek was shortly followed by a yelling from his Uncles. He laughed to himself wondering what the comotion was about. His humor was cut short when he heard his Uncle yell (because he never "called" him) his name. Pulling on his shirt and sighing, he made his way downstairs, already ready to get this day over with. Harry reached the bottom of the stairs only to find his Aunt Petunia huddled on the floor with Dudley, still in his night-things and hundreds of owls everywhere in the house. Not to his surprise, his Uncle was yelling at the top of his lungs. "DAMN THESE OWLS!!!!!!!!! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET RID OF THEM, BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "I can't get rid of them," He sighed, "I've told you that a million times!!!! They just come, who are they from any ways?" "I DON'T CARE WHO THEY ARE FROM!!!!!!!!! GET THEM OUT OF MY HOUSE AND AWAY FROM MY FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!" Now, his vein on his neck looked like it was about to pop. "Alright, alright, lemme see who it is from at least" As Harry picked up a letter from a gray owl sitting near him and read the name, he let out a gasp. Disclaimer:This isnt the real 6th book in the Harry Potter series. No profit is being made off these writings. No infringement implied.
