Harry Potter and the Awakening
Author's section!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters or ideas from the Harry potter Series; J.K. Rowling does. I do, however, own THIS plot and characters not featured in the Harry Potter books.
Summary: Harry is about to learn a secret he doesn't expect; in a new year at Hogwarts, Harry will learn magic he was never told existed before.
A Note on Reviews: I totally appreciate reviews. I accept flames more readily than empty praise; I WANT to improve! Please know, I am glad to hear every piece of feedback! ANYTHING you think is worth noting will be heartily appreciated. But don't get the wrong idea, If you enjoy my work, please tell me and I'll LOVE YOU!
Updating: This is my first fanfic and I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update it. I hope to spend a lot of time on it, though. Please be patient, then, for updates!
One More thing: I've never used this system before, so the setup of my story may look less-than-as-good-as-I-intended. I keep trying to make it look better, but I'm no whiz, my apologies to all!
Chapter Notes:
~The name Jose, for the Weasley owl, is the Spanish name Jose (can't do accents).
Thank-you for reading or even (hope I'm not going out on a limb, here) enjoying my story!YaY!
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Harry Potter and the Awakening
Chapter 1: Another Birthday on Privet
July 31 came totally unexpected for Harry. In fact, it was not until breakfast that morning that he remembered it was his birthday, stunned at the chocolate chip pancakes Aunt Petunia had made. Slowly and barely audible, Harry whispered the words that came out as shocked as he was,"You actually remembered?" It seemed one of the sweetest things that had happened to him all summer, at least it seemed to lift the trance he was in for a moment.
"What did you say? Speak up boy!"After Aunt Petunia found out that Harry's godfather had died during his last school year she had been unusually nice to Harry; but by the end of the second month of vacation she seemed to expect Harry to be "over it."
Harry didn't speak again. He felt quite put out; his heart was an ever heavy burden and her blunt remark did nothing to help. Rather, he resumed his dismal expression; this summer he forgot what it meant to feel emotion other than sadness, which he tried to avoid.
"It's really time you stopped moping about," she sniffed,"you aren't getting any sympathy from us." Harry looked up to see Dudley finish his fifth pancake. Mouth full, he was pouring milk between his fat lips.
"If you're finished, go to your room!" Aunt Petunia continued,"You are not going to sit in the livingroom for the rest of the day and mope where we can see you." She shooed him away with her arms and turned to fetch Dudley more pancakes.
In his room, Harry was actually surprised to see five owls at his window. He had gotten sympathetic letters from his friends all summer, but they did little to cheer him up. Maybe it was because they were all about Sirius...
The first owl, which Harry didn't recognize, was from the Weasleys. It contained a variety of candies from Fred and George's new shop, a small cake from Mrs. Weasley, and a wrapped gift and note from Ron. Harry was amazed to feel his spirits raise a spot, though he wasn't smiling. He ripped open the note from Ron:
"Dear Harry,
I know you've had a long summer (Harry sighed), but Maybe this will cheer you up!
Your friend,
Ron
PS We got a new owl!("Duh," Harry muttered) His name is Jose. Errol was about to die, so we decided to give him a rest for good."
Harry's spirits dampened once more. A short letter and half of it regarding Sirius. Would they ever stop mentioning him? He tore the wrapping off of the small present and was surprised to find a framed photo of Sirius himself. He stood alone in front of a familiar dining table. His eyes were dark, but seemed happy for the one moment. Every once in a while, his arm would wave limply from his side. There was more writing on the back of the frame. This time, it was in Mrs. Weasley's handwriting.
"Harry, Someone was foolish enough to take Sirius's picture while at Grimmauld place. Actually, I guess it wasn't so foolish after all."
Harry felt a surprising reassurance from her note, though the picture made Harry want to sob. During the summer, Harry had found a lot of time for this, though he tried his best to control himself. All during the summer he was either sobbing, or sitting and staring, the latter to the constant annoyance of his Aunt and Uncle.
Harry let this owl fly back to the Weasleys and turned to a second unfamiliar owl. It turned out to be from Hogwarts and contained a new list of supplies. An extra note was included which Harry read aloud (his voice sounded dull and hollow):
"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office as soon as you get off the carraiges on September the first. Do not worry about missing the sorting; it will be delayed. Use the password 'wax bottle' at the stone gargoyle (I trust you know where to go). Enjoy the rest of your summer.
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistriss"
Harry was about to toss the paper in the trash in his room when he realized something the letter said: "The sorting...will be delayed."
Harry quickly forgot his musing, however, as one of the other owls screeched impatiently. He recognized this one as Hermione's. This third note never mentioned Sirius once (to Harry's relief and refreshment). Rather, Hermione focused on excitement for the year ahead. She mentioned a hope that Harry and Ron would join her in studying to become animagi this year(Harry's stomach began to tingle at this moment), and she reminded him that this year they would be facing another new defense against the dark arts teacher. Her letter went on and on and by the end Harry's spirits had rose quite a bit. Hermione seemed to open up in this letter more than she usually did, which quite helped Harry, even though he supposed her cheeriness was an attempt to do just that. The gift with the note was a pocket-sized book covered in a light fur. When he opened it he saw it was a teacher's planner. He read a small message from Hermione that was in the first flap:
"Harry, I hope you are not going to stop teaching the DA. We will always need you."
The last five words tugged at Harry's heart. Hermione's image seemed to float before him until--
"Dishes!"
A yell from Uncle Vernon broke his thoughts once more. He sauntered out of the room, his heart heavy again.
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After scrubbing for thirty minutes, Harry wandered up the stairs to his lonely bedroom--only he found it wasn't so lonely. The last two owls were still patiently waiting for him. He couldn't believe he had forgotten. The bigger bird carried two packages and one note. The note, Harry found, had a part from Dumbledore and a part from Hagrid:
"I'm sure you have been contacted by Professor McGonagall about meeting me. I just want to add that you should not take both the request, and this simple task, lightly. I hope you are no longer angry with me. I am sincerely sorry that things had to turn out the way they did. Your friend,
Albus Dumbledore
PS Mine is the gift in yellow wrapping!"
"Hey Harry! I hope you enjoyed your break! I think you'll enjoy this gift!(The one in the blue wrapping)
-Hagrid"
The present wrapped in blue held a purse that seemed to be made of Moke skin, for it shrank away into invisibility at the first. The gift in yellow was a package of the muggle wax bottle candies and a pair of new glasses. Harry didn't know what the new glasses were for. They looked just like his old pair, except there was no tape in the bridge. When he put them on, however, he realized that they gave him an even better vision, like that of a bird.
By this time Harry would actually have been getting tired of reading letters in his new apathetic state if this last owl didn't peak his curiosity. It looked just like Hedwig, only it's eyes were a bright blue; Harry wondered whether or not this was natural. Hedwig, who's amber eyes were just as bright, seemed just as interested as Harry. The owl held a package with the word "soon" imprinted on it in a neat little scrawl Harry had never seen before. A little suspiciously, Harry opened it and found a figurine similar to the one Ron had bought of Krum at a Quidditch tournament last summer. It was Harry sitting and getting up and sitting cross-legged again. He looked a bit impatient but was smiling. The figurine, despite looking so much like Harry, looked feminine. It was dressed in dark, hooded robes, and it wasn't wearing glasses.
"And my eyes are even black! I look like a girl," he mumbled. Still a bit suspicious, he put it aside. He decided it was probably from an admirer of the "famous" Harry Potter. Yet, the owl looked into Harry's eyes strangely, serious and unblinking, as if it knew something, before taking flight once more. Harry watched him fly away until out of sight, before laying on his bed to ponder it, the figurine, and the word "soon".
Author's section!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters or ideas from the Harry potter Series; J.K. Rowling does. I do, however, own THIS plot and characters not featured in the Harry Potter books.
Summary: Harry is about to learn a secret he doesn't expect; in a new year at Hogwarts, Harry will learn magic he was never told existed before.
A Note on Reviews: I totally appreciate reviews. I accept flames more readily than empty praise; I WANT to improve! Please know, I am glad to hear every piece of feedback! ANYTHING you think is worth noting will be heartily appreciated. But don't get the wrong idea, If you enjoy my work, please tell me and I'll LOVE YOU!
Updating: This is my first fanfic and I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update it. I hope to spend a lot of time on it, though. Please be patient, then, for updates!
One More thing: I've never used this system before, so the setup of my story may look less-than-as-good-as-I-intended. I keep trying to make it look better, but I'm no whiz, my apologies to all!
Chapter Notes:
~The name Jose, for the Weasley owl, is the Spanish name Jose (can't do accents).
Thank-you for reading or even (hope I'm not going out on a limb, here) enjoying my story!YaY!
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Harry Potter and the Awakening
Chapter 1: Another Birthday on Privet
July 31 came totally unexpected for Harry. In fact, it was not until breakfast that morning that he remembered it was his birthday, stunned at the chocolate chip pancakes Aunt Petunia had made. Slowly and barely audible, Harry whispered the words that came out as shocked as he was,"You actually remembered?" It seemed one of the sweetest things that had happened to him all summer, at least it seemed to lift the trance he was in for a moment.
"What did you say? Speak up boy!"After Aunt Petunia found out that Harry's godfather had died during his last school year she had been unusually nice to Harry; but by the end of the second month of vacation she seemed to expect Harry to be "over it."
Harry didn't speak again. He felt quite put out; his heart was an ever heavy burden and her blunt remark did nothing to help. Rather, he resumed his dismal expression; this summer he forgot what it meant to feel emotion other than sadness, which he tried to avoid.
"It's really time you stopped moping about," she sniffed,"you aren't getting any sympathy from us." Harry looked up to see Dudley finish his fifth pancake. Mouth full, he was pouring milk between his fat lips.
"If you're finished, go to your room!" Aunt Petunia continued,"You are not going to sit in the livingroom for the rest of the day and mope where we can see you." She shooed him away with her arms and turned to fetch Dudley more pancakes.
In his room, Harry was actually surprised to see five owls at his window. He had gotten sympathetic letters from his friends all summer, but they did little to cheer him up. Maybe it was because they were all about Sirius...
The first owl, which Harry didn't recognize, was from the Weasleys. It contained a variety of candies from Fred and George's new shop, a small cake from Mrs. Weasley, and a wrapped gift and note from Ron. Harry was amazed to feel his spirits raise a spot, though he wasn't smiling. He ripped open the note from Ron:
"Dear Harry,
I know you've had a long summer (Harry sighed), but Maybe this will cheer you up!
Your friend,
Ron
PS We got a new owl!("Duh," Harry muttered) His name is Jose. Errol was about to die, so we decided to give him a rest for good."
Harry's spirits dampened once more. A short letter and half of it regarding Sirius. Would they ever stop mentioning him? He tore the wrapping off of the small present and was surprised to find a framed photo of Sirius himself. He stood alone in front of a familiar dining table. His eyes were dark, but seemed happy for the one moment. Every once in a while, his arm would wave limply from his side. There was more writing on the back of the frame. This time, it was in Mrs. Weasley's handwriting.
"Harry, Someone was foolish enough to take Sirius's picture while at Grimmauld place. Actually, I guess it wasn't so foolish after all."
Harry felt a surprising reassurance from her note, though the picture made Harry want to sob. During the summer, Harry had found a lot of time for this, though he tried his best to control himself. All during the summer he was either sobbing, or sitting and staring, the latter to the constant annoyance of his Aunt and Uncle.
Harry let this owl fly back to the Weasleys and turned to a second unfamiliar owl. It turned out to be from Hogwarts and contained a new list of supplies. An extra note was included which Harry read aloud (his voice sounded dull and hollow):
"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office as soon as you get off the carraiges on September the first. Do not worry about missing the sorting; it will be delayed. Use the password 'wax bottle' at the stone gargoyle (I trust you know where to go). Enjoy the rest of your summer.
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistriss"
Harry was about to toss the paper in the trash in his room when he realized something the letter said: "The sorting...will be delayed."
Harry quickly forgot his musing, however, as one of the other owls screeched impatiently. He recognized this one as Hermione's. This third note never mentioned Sirius once (to Harry's relief and refreshment). Rather, Hermione focused on excitement for the year ahead. She mentioned a hope that Harry and Ron would join her in studying to become animagi this year(Harry's stomach began to tingle at this moment), and she reminded him that this year they would be facing another new defense against the dark arts teacher. Her letter went on and on and by the end Harry's spirits had rose quite a bit. Hermione seemed to open up in this letter more than she usually did, which quite helped Harry, even though he supposed her cheeriness was an attempt to do just that. The gift with the note was a pocket-sized book covered in a light fur. When he opened it he saw it was a teacher's planner. He read a small message from Hermione that was in the first flap:
"Harry, I hope you are not going to stop teaching the DA. We will always need you."
The last five words tugged at Harry's heart. Hermione's image seemed to float before him until--
"Dishes!"
A yell from Uncle Vernon broke his thoughts once more. He sauntered out of the room, his heart heavy again.
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After scrubbing for thirty minutes, Harry wandered up the stairs to his lonely bedroom--only he found it wasn't so lonely. The last two owls were still patiently waiting for him. He couldn't believe he had forgotten. The bigger bird carried two packages and one note. The note, Harry found, had a part from Dumbledore and a part from Hagrid:
"I'm sure you have been contacted by Professor McGonagall about meeting me. I just want to add that you should not take both the request, and this simple task, lightly. I hope you are no longer angry with me. I am sincerely sorry that things had to turn out the way they did. Your friend,
Albus Dumbledore
PS Mine is the gift in yellow wrapping!"
"Hey Harry! I hope you enjoyed your break! I think you'll enjoy this gift!(The one in the blue wrapping)
-Hagrid"
The present wrapped in blue held a purse that seemed to be made of Moke skin, for it shrank away into invisibility at the first. The gift in yellow was a package of the muggle wax bottle candies and a pair of new glasses. Harry didn't know what the new glasses were for. They looked just like his old pair, except there was no tape in the bridge. When he put them on, however, he realized that they gave him an even better vision, like that of a bird.
By this time Harry would actually have been getting tired of reading letters in his new apathetic state if this last owl didn't peak his curiosity. It looked just like Hedwig, only it's eyes were a bright blue; Harry wondered whether or not this was natural. Hedwig, who's amber eyes were just as bright, seemed just as interested as Harry. The owl held a package with the word "soon" imprinted on it in a neat little scrawl Harry had never seen before. A little suspiciously, Harry opened it and found a figurine similar to the one Ron had bought of Krum at a Quidditch tournament last summer. It was Harry sitting and getting up and sitting cross-legged again. He looked a bit impatient but was smiling. The figurine, despite looking so much like Harry, looked feminine. It was dressed in dark, hooded robes, and it wasn't wearing glasses.
"And my eyes are even black! I look like a girl," he mumbled. Still a bit suspicious, he put it aside. He decided it was probably from an admirer of the "famous" Harry Potter. Yet, the owl looked into Harry's eyes strangely, serious and unblinking, as if it knew something, before taking flight once more. Harry watched him fly away until out of sight, before laying on his bed to ponder it, the figurine, and the word "soon".