I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS! JKR DOES! And this is my view of what might happen in book 5. I took rumors and facts about the book and am writing about what I THINK will take place because I can't wait any longer for the 5th book. Once it comes out, I'll stop. But just tell me if you all like my writing and my ideas about the story. If you have any ideas you think might happen, e mail me at AshGal44@hotmail.com or IM me at Phoenix73100 on AOL :)
****************************************************************************************************
*Harry Potter
and the
Order of the Phoenix*
Chapter 1
Mrs. Figgs House
Harry couldn't help but lie awake, well into the early hours of the morning, while staring up at a spider in the corner of his ceiling. That spider brought memories of a giant spider, named Aragog, which he and Ron had escaped, which brought memories of the past four years of his life. Preferably the most recent ones that took place a few weeks ago. See, Harry Potter, was no ordinary, fourteen year old, (fifteen in two weeks) kid. He was not your next-door-ordinary-type boy. Oh no, he was far from it. See Harry, was a wizard. But not even in the wizarding world he was far from normal.
When Harry was only a little baby, a year old, to be in fact, his parents were murdered by the Dark Lord, Voldemort, but something strange happened. When Volemort turned his wand upon Harry, nothing happened. The spell had rebounded and Voldemort was hanging onto what ever life was still left in him. He barley escaped.
So now Harry was famous in his world...the Wizard world. He was far from being any famous celebrity being where he was right now, with his taunting aunt and uncle and their son, Dudley. The Dursley's hated him, he knew that much. But Harry was also a little angry with them. They had never told him, in all his years with them, that his parents, and him were wizards. Harry had found out about four years ago, from one of his best friends now, Hagrid. Hagrid, was a giant, but he didn't dare tell the Dursleys that, they hated all thing to do with " his world " as they called it.
So now, here he was, in his least favorite place in the world, when he could be with his friend, Ron, right now, chasing gnomes and racing broomsticks. But no, he had to come back the this retched place. That sparked another thought. He hadn't heard anything from Sirius, his Godfather. He had told Harry not to worry and that they would meet again soon...but so far, no luck.
" Oh no, " Harry thought, " What if the Dementors got him?" After all, Sirius's name still wasn't cleared with Azkaban, a wizarding prison, as innocent. He was convicted of a crime he didn't commit and was on the run from them.
Harry sat up in bed and looked over at Hedwig's empty cage. He had sent a letter to Sirius to see how he was doing, and Hedwig still hadn't returned.
Harry sighed, and then laid down again, worriedly. What if he had been captured by the Dementors? What if they had preformed the...the kiss on him? A Demontors kiss left you worse then dead. It didn't kill you but it sucked your soul right out or you, leaving you a blob of nothing.
Harry shut his eyes and mentally kicked himself for thinking of such a stupid thing. Sirius was fine. Hedwig would swoop in here any moment with a reply from him...
Harry pulled his musty covers over his head just as the new days sun began to rise. He moaned when he remembered he had to go to Mrs. Figgs house in a few hours because the Dursleys were going to a brunch with one of Uncle Vernon's employees. He tried to push everything out of his mind, as there was a lot going on in it, and tried to go to sleep. He managed to doze off into a dreamless slumber just as the birds were beginning to chirp. Hedwig hadn't arrived yet...
* * *
" Stop..." Harry said as an annoying tapping occurred and the sun shown brightly over his face. Going to bed so late at night had left him exhausted and he just wasn't ready to get up yet. He covered his eyes to block the light, and pulled the blankets over his face. The tapping still hadn't stopped.
" Shut up..." He tried again, a little more aggravated as he gripped the covers tightly in his fist
" Ahhhh...." Harry screamed, the tapping finally getting to him. Just as he was about to punch something, an annoyed "hoot" replied.
Harry's eyes bolted open in recognition and he ran to the window to meet and exhausted Hegwig.
" Hegwig!" Harry called as she flew in, dropped the letter on his bed and flew into her cage and began to gobble down some water.
Harry ran to his bed and tore open the letter. It was a reply from Sirius.
Harry,
I am doing well, how are you and Hegwig managing? The muggles treating you well? They better be. I am done with my business that Dumbledore has sent me on. You will find out what is going on shortly I suppose....Anyway, I think you'll be able to leave the Dursley's in a few days and go to Ron's house. Just have to wait for the ok from Dumbledore. I'll send an owl when I get his word.
Well have a good summer, and don't worry about me. I'm with Remus. Relax Harry, I'm fine. Talk to you soon and keep an eye out for my owl...
Take care...
Sirius
A smile took over Harry's face. Sirius had made it to Professor Lupin's ( Remus ) house and he was fine. Also, he would be able to leave the Dursley's house soon and go to Ron's house. Maybe Hermione would be there too...
He gently put the letter back into it's envelop just as Aunt Petunia's voice echoed from downstairs.
" Hurry up! Come on, Harry! Get dressed. Were going to be late and don't you dare be holding us up! Get down here this instance!"
Harry sighed. Great way to spoil his happy moment. He quickly pulled on a clean pair or pants and a shirt while thinking about going to Mrs. Figgs house. He wondered if she got any new cats.
" Hurry up boy!" Uncle Vernon croaked to him as he came down the stairs, fixing his tie.
Harry stopped and look strangely at him. " Your wearing a tie to go have breakfast?"
" Yes, why are you....don't question me boy! I can do whatever I damn well please..." He screamed, " No go...go help Dudley go tie his shoes."
Harry smirked as he walked away. True it was. Dudley was about the same age as Harry and he STILL couldn't manage to tie his shoes.
Harry entered to living room and saw a big, fat, blonde boy that looked like a pig sitting on a chair ( who's legs looked about to break) struggling trying to tie his shoes. Before Harry had new he was a wizard he would never enter a room alone with Dudley, but ever since Dudley knew he could do magic, he was afraid of him. Of course Harry couldn't do any REAL magic on him, he wasn't allowed, but who said he couldn't threaten him?
Harry slowly walked towards Dudley, listen to his heaves of frustration. " Need help there, Dudley?" Harry coaxed.
Dudleys grunts stopped and he looked up, startled at Harry as fear took over his eyes. " No....no. I can m-manage."
" No, it looks like you need help...your dad told me to help you." Harry smiled.
" He- he did?" He asked stupidly.
" Yeah..." Harry nodded.
" Oh then....MOM!! Harry's trying to do magic on my shoes!"
This did it. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon came running in.
" WHAT?" Roared Uncle Vernon, " Did I just hear the m-word in my house!?" He directed, looking at Harry.
" No! Honest! I just asked Dudley if he needed help tying his shoes! I never said I'd use magic! I don't even have my wand with me, I couldn't do..."
" SILENCE!" He roared with fury. " Enough, I've heard enough. Dudley, I'll tie your shoes...." He turned and look at Harry, " and you...go wait outside by the car, and stay out of trouble!"
Harry walked out of the house and sat on the warm driveway by the car. He looked around and wondered how he came to live with these horrible people...and what he might have been doing right now if his parents weren't dead. He'd probably be laughing with them right now, just happy he was with them, like a normal family. But no, Voldemort had to take them away from him and leave him with...THEM. He thought as Uncle Vernon yelled at him to get up and into the car.
" Now your going to Mrs. Figgs house because she's nice enough to take you in when no one else wants you."
" That's nice..." Thought Harry, " When no one wants me...nice."
" So you better not give her a hard time. Got it?"
" Huh?" Harry said as he came out of his day dreaming.
Uncle Vernon slammed on the car breaks. " Huh? Don't you dare ` huh ` me boy!"
" Sorry...." Harry mumbled as he looked away and Uncle Vernon started the car again.
In a few minutes they were at Mrs. Figgs house as she only lived two streets away. Harry got out of the car and sighed as the Dursleys pulled and he walk up the steps to her musty old house.
" Hopefully she'll have fresh cake this time." Harry mumbled. " And maybe all her cats are dead." He wished as he rung the doorbell.
" Who's there?" called a old, croaky voice.
" Erm...Harry."
She peaked through the drapes, smiled, and then opened to door, kicking aside one of her many cats in the process.
" Oh hello Harry!" She called and pulled him into a hug. " I haven't seen you in so long! You must be, what, fifteen now?"
" In two weeks." Harry replied with a smile.
" Wow, you've just grown up before my eyes!" She put an arm around him, " Come in, come in... I have some cake, would you like some, dear? You could use a little meat on your bones there." She smiled and pinched his side.
Rubbing his side, Harry replied, " Um, thanks...but no thanks." He knew better. Last time he had her cake it had tasted like it was years old.
" You sure?" Harry nodded, " Well...if you insists. Go ahead, sit down, watch some TV, I just have to do some chores and then I'll join you."
" Um...ok." He said as he walked over to the TV and click it on. But his mind wondered off of the television show in front of him to how weird Mrs. Figg was acting. Usually whenever he came in she would start showing him her cats, but so far, she said nothing about them. And that, thought Harry, was weird.
Mrs. Figgs calls interrupted Harry and brought him out of his thoughts.
" Harry, dear? Can you help me hang these pictures up? I'm so short I can't reach." She explained with a little giggle.
Harry called with a sigh as he stood up and turned the TV off, " Sure Mrs. Figg."
He walked into her kitchen, passing three cats on the way. " What can I do for you?"
" Aww, aren't you such a gentleman? Here, can you manage to hang this picture up on that nail there?" She handed him the picture of a plaque that said Arabella Figg Owner of First Place Cat " Ginger" in the Battle of The Felines.
" Wow cool you...." But Harry stopped. He never knew what Mrs. Figgs first name was but some how it sounded so....familiar. He KNEW he had heard it some place before...but where? " You uh, won first place!" He recovered.
" Yes....yes I did." She smiled and swelled up with pride. " Here...this is Ginger." She said and handed him the other picture.
Once the cold, wooden frame reached his hand Harry lost his grip from shock as realization hit. " CROOKSHANKS!" He yelled as the picture glass broke and shattered into a million pieces.
" Oh no dear! Be careful where you step...Are you feeling ok, Harry? She asked and bent down to clean up the mess. " Crookshanks? Is this one of these new words you youngsters are using today? Like PHAT or something along those lines?"
" No...no...CROOKSHANKS!" He gaped at her.
Mrs. Figg stood up and put her hand on his forehead. " Your warm, dear. Why don't you go lie down? I can clean this up."
" No, no I made the mess." Harry bent down and began picking up the broken pieces while coming to the realization that there were millions of cats in the world and just because one of them looked like Crookshanks, didn't mean that it WAS him.
After Harry had cleaned it up and Mrs. Figg had put out some milk and cookies for him, ( which Harry had quietly fed to the cats) it was nearly time for the Dursleys to be coming to pick him up. But Harry didn't want to go. He had some many questions on his mind that he wanted to ask her but would feel stupid if he had suspected wrong.
" Whats wrong, Harry? Your young mind looks troubled." Mrs. Figg asked.
Harry smiled, he thought she sounded a little like Professor Trelawney. " Nothing." he began and then started up again, " Do you have you cat Crooks...erm...Ginger here with you?"
" Why yes, I believe he must be around here somewhere. Usually he likes to hang out by the bird pond in the front." She got up and went to look just as a car beep outside.
" Oh, dear, there here." She said.
Harry's sprits went down a little. He still hasn't asked Mrs. Figg the questions that were nagging in the back of his mind. " Ok...well thanks Mrs. Figg."
" You welcome Harry." She smiled. " Oh and do stop by sometime!"
" I will!" He smiled back as he shut the door and walked out the awaiting Dursleys.
" Hurry up!" Mr. Dursley beeped.
" Coming!" Harry called. But just as he was about to step into the car, his eyes were drawn to the bird bath. Sitting there beside it, ginger fur and all, was Crookshranks. There was no mistaken that mischievous grin and that bottle brush tail.
Harry shook his head as the Dursleys beeped the car again. But as Harry stepped into the car he could have sworn that the cat winked at him.
The car pulled away and Harry looked, open mouthed in shock at the retreating figure of the ginger tailed cat, while someone else was smiling inside , glad that he had figured it out......
*************************************************************************************
Next chapter you will learn about the whole Crookshanks and Mrs. Figg thing. And a little Ron and Hermione are thrown in :)
****************************************************************************************************
*Harry Potter
and the
Order of the Phoenix*
Chapter 1
Mrs. Figgs House
Harry couldn't help but lie awake, well into the early hours of the morning, while staring up at a spider in the corner of his ceiling. That spider brought memories of a giant spider, named Aragog, which he and Ron had escaped, which brought memories of the past four years of his life. Preferably the most recent ones that took place a few weeks ago. See, Harry Potter, was no ordinary, fourteen year old, (fifteen in two weeks) kid. He was not your next-door-ordinary-type boy. Oh no, he was far from it. See Harry, was a wizard. But not even in the wizarding world he was far from normal.
When Harry was only a little baby, a year old, to be in fact, his parents were murdered by the Dark Lord, Voldemort, but something strange happened. When Volemort turned his wand upon Harry, nothing happened. The spell had rebounded and Voldemort was hanging onto what ever life was still left in him. He barley escaped.
So now Harry was famous in his world...the Wizard world. He was far from being any famous celebrity being where he was right now, with his taunting aunt and uncle and their son, Dudley. The Dursley's hated him, he knew that much. But Harry was also a little angry with them. They had never told him, in all his years with them, that his parents, and him were wizards. Harry had found out about four years ago, from one of his best friends now, Hagrid. Hagrid, was a giant, but he didn't dare tell the Dursleys that, they hated all thing to do with " his world " as they called it.
So now, here he was, in his least favorite place in the world, when he could be with his friend, Ron, right now, chasing gnomes and racing broomsticks. But no, he had to come back the this retched place. That sparked another thought. He hadn't heard anything from Sirius, his Godfather. He had told Harry not to worry and that they would meet again soon...but so far, no luck.
" Oh no, " Harry thought, " What if the Dementors got him?" After all, Sirius's name still wasn't cleared with Azkaban, a wizarding prison, as innocent. He was convicted of a crime he didn't commit and was on the run from them.
Harry sat up in bed and looked over at Hedwig's empty cage. He had sent a letter to Sirius to see how he was doing, and Hedwig still hadn't returned.
Harry sighed, and then laid down again, worriedly. What if he had been captured by the Dementors? What if they had preformed the...the kiss on him? A Demontors kiss left you worse then dead. It didn't kill you but it sucked your soul right out or you, leaving you a blob of nothing.
Harry shut his eyes and mentally kicked himself for thinking of such a stupid thing. Sirius was fine. Hedwig would swoop in here any moment with a reply from him...
Harry pulled his musty covers over his head just as the new days sun began to rise. He moaned when he remembered he had to go to Mrs. Figgs house in a few hours because the Dursleys were going to a brunch with one of Uncle Vernon's employees. He tried to push everything out of his mind, as there was a lot going on in it, and tried to go to sleep. He managed to doze off into a dreamless slumber just as the birds were beginning to chirp. Hedwig hadn't arrived yet...
* * *
" Stop..." Harry said as an annoying tapping occurred and the sun shown brightly over his face. Going to bed so late at night had left him exhausted and he just wasn't ready to get up yet. He covered his eyes to block the light, and pulled the blankets over his face. The tapping still hadn't stopped.
" Shut up..." He tried again, a little more aggravated as he gripped the covers tightly in his fist
" Ahhhh...." Harry screamed, the tapping finally getting to him. Just as he was about to punch something, an annoyed "hoot" replied.
Harry's eyes bolted open in recognition and he ran to the window to meet and exhausted Hegwig.
" Hegwig!" Harry called as she flew in, dropped the letter on his bed and flew into her cage and began to gobble down some water.
Harry ran to his bed and tore open the letter. It was a reply from Sirius.
Harry,
I am doing well, how are you and Hegwig managing? The muggles treating you well? They better be. I am done with my business that Dumbledore has sent me on. You will find out what is going on shortly I suppose....Anyway, I think you'll be able to leave the Dursley's in a few days and go to Ron's house. Just have to wait for the ok from Dumbledore. I'll send an owl when I get his word.
Well have a good summer, and don't worry about me. I'm with Remus. Relax Harry, I'm fine. Talk to you soon and keep an eye out for my owl...
Take care...
Sirius
A smile took over Harry's face. Sirius had made it to Professor Lupin's ( Remus ) house and he was fine. Also, he would be able to leave the Dursley's house soon and go to Ron's house. Maybe Hermione would be there too...
He gently put the letter back into it's envelop just as Aunt Petunia's voice echoed from downstairs.
" Hurry up! Come on, Harry! Get dressed. Were going to be late and don't you dare be holding us up! Get down here this instance!"
Harry sighed. Great way to spoil his happy moment. He quickly pulled on a clean pair or pants and a shirt while thinking about going to Mrs. Figgs house. He wondered if she got any new cats.
" Hurry up boy!" Uncle Vernon croaked to him as he came down the stairs, fixing his tie.
Harry stopped and look strangely at him. " Your wearing a tie to go have breakfast?"
" Yes, why are you....don't question me boy! I can do whatever I damn well please..." He screamed, " No go...go help Dudley go tie his shoes."
Harry smirked as he walked away. True it was. Dudley was about the same age as Harry and he STILL couldn't manage to tie his shoes.
Harry entered to living room and saw a big, fat, blonde boy that looked like a pig sitting on a chair ( who's legs looked about to break) struggling trying to tie his shoes. Before Harry had new he was a wizard he would never enter a room alone with Dudley, but ever since Dudley knew he could do magic, he was afraid of him. Of course Harry couldn't do any REAL magic on him, he wasn't allowed, but who said he couldn't threaten him?
Harry slowly walked towards Dudley, listen to his heaves of frustration. " Need help there, Dudley?" Harry coaxed.
Dudleys grunts stopped and he looked up, startled at Harry as fear took over his eyes. " No....no. I can m-manage."
" No, it looks like you need help...your dad told me to help you." Harry smiled.
" He- he did?" He asked stupidly.
" Yeah..." Harry nodded.
" Oh then....MOM!! Harry's trying to do magic on my shoes!"
This did it. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon came running in.
" WHAT?" Roared Uncle Vernon, " Did I just hear the m-word in my house!?" He directed, looking at Harry.
" No! Honest! I just asked Dudley if he needed help tying his shoes! I never said I'd use magic! I don't even have my wand with me, I couldn't do..."
" SILENCE!" He roared with fury. " Enough, I've heard enough. Dudley, I'll tie your shoes...." He turned and look at Harry, " and you...go wait outside by the car, and stay out of trouble!"
Harry walked out of the house and sat on the warm driveway by the car. He looked around and wondered how he came to live with these horrible people...and what he might have been doing right now if his parents weren't dead. He'd probably be laughing with them right now, just happy he was with them, like a normal family. But no, Voldemort had to take them away from him and leave him with...THEM. He thought as Uncle Vernon yelled at him to get up and into the car.
" Now your going to Mrs. Figgs house because she's nice enough to take you in when no one else wants you."
" That's nice..." Thought Harry, " When no one wants me...nice."
" So you better not give her a hard time. Got it?"
" Huh?" Harry said as he came out of his day dreaming.
Uncle Vernon slammed on the car breaks. " Huh? Don't you dare ` huh ` me boy!"
" Sorry...." Harry mumbled as he looked away and Uncle Vernon started the car again.
In a few minutes they were at Mrs. Figgs house as she only lived two streets away. Harry got out of the car and sighed as the Dursleys pulled and he walk up the steps to her musty old house.
" Hopefully she'll have fresh cake this time." Harry mumbled. " And maybe all her cats are dead." He wished as he rung the doorbell.
" Who's there?" called a old, croaky voice.
" Erm...Harry."
She peaked through the drapes, smiled, and then opened to door, kicking aside one of her many cats in the process.
" Oh hello Harry!" She called and pulled him into a hug. " I haven't seen you in so long! You must be, what, fifteen now?"
" In two weeks." Harry replied with a smile.
" Wow, you've just grown up before my eyes!" She put an arm around him, " Come in, come in... I have some cake, would you like some, dear? You could use a little meat on your bones there." She smiled and pinched his side.
Rubbing his side, Harry replied, " Um, thanks...but no thanks." He knew better. Last time he had her cake it had tasted like it was years old.
" You sure?" Harry nodded, " Well...if you insists. Go ahead, sit down, watch some TV, I just have to do some chores and then I'll join you."
" Um...ok." He said as he walked over to the TV and click it on. But his mind wondered off of the television show in front of him to how weird Mrs. Figg was acting. Usually whenever he came in she would start showing him her cats, but so far, she said nothing about them. And that, thought Harry, was weird.
Mrs. Figgs calls interrupted Harry and brought him out of his thoughts.
" Harry, dear? Can you help me hang these pictures up? I'm so short I can't reach." She explained with a little giggle.
Harry called with a sigh as he stood up and turned the TV off, " Sure Mrs. Figg."
He walked into her kitchen, passing three cats on the way. " What can I do for you?"
" Aww, aren't you such a gentleman? Here, can you manage to hang this picture up on that nail there?" She handed him the picture of a plaque that said Arabella Figg Owner of First Place Cat " Ginger" in the Battle of The Felines.
" Wow cool you...." But Harry stopped. He never knew what Mrs. Figgs first name was but some how it sounded so....familiar. He KNEW he had heard it some place before...but where? " You uh, won first place!" He recovered.
" Yes....yes I did." She smiled and swelled up with pride. " Here...this is Ginger." She said and handed him the other picture.
Once the cold, wooden frame reached his hand Harry lost his grip from shock as realization hit. " CROOKSHANKS!" He yelled as the picture glass broke and shattered into a million pieces.
" Oh no dear! Be careful where you step...Are you feeling ok, Harry? She asked and bent down to clean up the mess. " Crookshanks? Is this one of these new words you youngsters are using today? Like PHAT or something along those lines?"
" No...no...CROOKSHANKS!" He gaped at her.
Mrs. Figg stood up and put her hand on his forehead. " Your warm, dear. Why don't you go lie down? I can clean this up."
" No, no I made the mess." Harry bent down and began picking up the broken pieces while coming to the realization that there were millions of cats in the world and just because one of them looked like Crookshanks, didn't mean that it WAS him.
After Harry had cleaned it up and Mrs. Figg had put out some milk and cookies for him, ( which Harry had quietly fed to the cats) it was nearly time for the Dursleys to be coming to pick him up. But Harry didn't want to go. He had some many questions on his mind that he wanted to ask her but would feel stupid if he had suspected wrong.
" Whats wrong, Harry? Your young mind looks troubled." Mrs. Figg asked.
Harry smiled, he thought she sounded a little like Professor Trelawney. " Nothing." he began and then started up again, " Do you have you cat Crooks...erm...Ginger here with you?"
" Why yes, I believe he must be around here somewhere. Usually he likes to hang out by the bird pond in the front." She got up and went to look just as a car beep outside.
" Oh, dear, there here." She said.
Harry's sprits went down a little. He still hasn't asked Mrs. Figg the questions that were nagging in the back of his mind. " Ok...well thanks Mrs. Figg."
" You welcome Harry." She smiled. " Oh and do stop by sometime!"
" I will!" He smiled back as he shut the door and walked out the awaiting Dursleys.
" Hurry up!" Mr. Dursley beeped.
" Coming!" Harry called. But just as he was about to step into the car, his eyes were drawn to the bird bath. Sitting there beside it, ginger fur and all, was Crookshranks. There was no mistaken that mischievous grin and that bottle brush tail.
Harry shook his head as the Dursleys beeped the car again. But as Harry stepped into the car he could have sworn that the cat winked at him.
The car pulled away and Harry looked, open mouthed in shock at the retreating figure of the ginger tailed cat, while someone else was smiling inside , glad that he had figured it out......
*************************************************************************************
Next chapter you will learn about the whole Crookshanks and Mrs. Figg thing. And a little Ron and Hermione are thrown in :)