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A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first HP fic. So go easy on me. And please review!!!!
Summary: Harry starts his 5th year at Hogwarts. During the summer, he discovers a magical trunk that led to a lot of new powers, the truth about his heritage and new, loveable characters. I didn't really like J.K Rowling's version of the 5th year so I'm writing my own. RW/HG, DM/GW, HP/YS (my own character.)
Harry Potter and the Founder's Trunk
Chapter 1
The Beginning
Harry sat outside his bedroom window. He had just woken up from one of his regular dreams about the graveyard. Even though Harry knew it wasn't his fault Cedric died, he still felt guilty and is extremely determined to make Voldemort pay for what he did.
The holidays had started a few weeks ago. And live was looking up for young Harry. The Dursleys ignored him most of the time, only talking to him about his chores, and fed him regularly after a threatening note from Sirius of course. From the lack of things to do, Harry had decided to take up his time studying several curse books on charming and hexing, seeing as Albus Dumbledore had sent a letter to the Ministry asking permission for Harry to practise magic in the holidays without getting into trouble. He said it was essential for Harry to be able to protect himself, in a case of emergency. His books for the new year had been sent to him during the course of last week. Harry had managed to read through all of the books, which he surprisingly enjoyed and found uncomfortably easy. Even Potions, which he discovered to be one of his strengths. His friends had kept in touch with him and were very worried about his health. Hermione is planning to visit Bulgaria, next week, which pissed Ron off immensely. I sometimes wish they'd just go ahead and admit their feelings for each other already. Harry thought, as he drifted back to sleep
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Wake up, boy!" Aunt Petunia yelled through the wooden door. "Your uncle and Dudley are going to London today, so you'll have to clean up the basement." Like they'd help even if they were here. Harry thought, getting up promptly.
Grabbing breakfast, Harry headed down into the basement (a/n: I can't remember if they had one or not). Looking around the old basement, he decided to clean out the trunks, first. Walking over to the tall pile, a smooth black leather trunk caught his eye, looking closer; he found that strange, unfamiliar symbols were printed on the sides of the trunk. Strangely, Harry found he understood what they meant. Quickly grabbing a piece of parchment, Harry put down the translation on paper.
Property of Lily Evans and James Potter. Harry breathed sharply. If you're reading this that must mean that you must our son, Harry James Potter. For you are the only one who can understand this. And it would also mean that we are dead. Harry felt his eyes sting with tears. Harry, to be able to read this you must be fifteen. Open this trunk, it contains some of our most treasured items and you'll also find out about your heritage. Good Luck!
To open, say your full name, then tap on the trunk with your wand three times.
Harry looked bewildered. He could not believe this; his parents left something at the Dursley's place? Did they expect that this would happen? No, it must be a coincidence. Should I open it? What did they mean by my heritage. Ok, that's it; I'm opening this thing.
Harry took a deep breath and reached for his wand.
"Harry.James Potter." He found himself saying as he tapped the trunk. Symbols suddenly appeared in red ink.
Welcome, little Harry Potter.
Harry blinked.
Let us introduce ourselves; we're the Founders of Hogwarts. You are currently reading our memories that have been recorded on this magical trunk. We'll be able to speak to your ourselves, once you turn fifteen. I am Godric Gryffindor; you will find that my writing will turn out in red ink
Now, now Godric, don't delay the boy his prize. He shall learn about his heritage in a week or so. But in the meantime, he can explore the rest of his trunk. I am Salazar Slytherin, my writing will be written in green ink. This time the symbols were written in green.
Hello, Harry. I am Rowena Ravenclaw; my writing will be in blue ink.
Harry, dear. This is Helga Hufflepuff, a pleasure to meet you. My colour is orange (a/n: help! I don't know what colour Hufflepuff is!).
As the symbols disappeared, Harry cautiously opened the first layer of his trunk, inside was three books, reading the covers, Harry gasped. These must be the rarest books in the whole of the wizarding world! Hermione would commit murder to get her hands on them! The books were;
How to become an Animagus /Animuges in a Fortnight, By Godric Gryffindor,
A Complete Guide on Using Wandless Magic, By Salazar Slytherin
Every Spell ever Invented and a Guide on How to use them, By Merlin.
There was also a diary inside, Harry looked at it suspiciously before opening it, keeping in mind what happened to Ginny in his second year. Like he suspected, the pages were blank. Vigilantly Harry wrote his name down;
My name is Harry Potter, who are you?
Harry? Oh my God! We're your parents, Lily and James Potter.
Silence. Harry barely breathed.
Mum? Dad? Is it really you? What is going on? Why is your diary in a trunk? And what are the FOUNDERS OF HOGWARTS talking about? My heritage?
Oh dear! Um. Harry, this is going to take a little explaining. You see, my parents weren't actually muggles they were squibs. And not only that, but they were the last direct descendants of Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff. Change of handwriting, and Harry I'm the descendant of Gryffindor and Slytherin, so our child will have the blood of all four founders in him, making him the Chosen One. It also makes you the indirect heir of Merlin.
Ok, so if I'm really the Chosen One, then why haven't I defeated Voldemort yet?
Well, when you were born, we found out about your heritage through a dream. But in the dream Merlin told us that your powers would awaken on your fifteenth birthday. Unfortunately, Voldemort also heard that you were to grow into a powerful wizard, though he didn't know about you being the Chosen One. But he thought that he'd play it safe and kill you before you grow up. Handwriting changes, but during the process it was likely, he would kill your mother and I so the Founders helped us make this trunk. You should find it useful during the year.
Now, my son. Go to sleep, you have had a long day.
Goodnight, Mum, Dad. Wrote Harry before he went into his room carrying his books, trying to register all that had happened today. Tomorrow, I'll explore the rest of the trunk!
A/N: I'm stopping here. So how do you like it? I've decided this is going to be a Ginny/Draco, Ron/Hermione, and Harry/ Own Character (Don't worry, you'll love her.) Please review and tell me what I should do for my next chapter.
A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first HP fic. So go easy on me. And please review!!!!
Summary: Harry starts his 5th year at Hogwarts. During the summer, he discovers a magical trunk that led to a lot of new powers, the truth about his heritage and new, loveable characters. I didn't really like J.K Rowling's version of the 5th year so I'm writing my own. RW/HG, DM/GW, HP/YS (my own character.)
Harry Potter and the Founder's Trunk
Chapter 1
The Beginning
Harry sat outside his bedroom window. He had just woken up from one of his regular dreams about the graveyard. Even though Harry knew it wasn't his fault Cedric died, he still felt guilty and is extremely determined to make Voldemort pay for what he did.
The holidays had started a few weeks ago. And live was looking up for young Harry. The Dursleys ignored him most of the time, only talking to him about his chores, and fed him regularly after a threatening note from Sirius of course. From the lack of things to do, Harry had decided to take up his time studying several curse books on charming and hexing, seeing as Albus Dumbledore had sent a letter to the Ministry asking permission for Harry to practise magic in the holidays without getting into trouble. He said it was essential for Harry to be able to protect himself, in a case of emergency. His books for the new year had been sent to him during the course of last week. Harry had managed to read through all of the books, which he surprisingly enjoyed and found uncomfortably easy. Even Potions, which he discovered to be one of his strengths. His friends had kept in touch with him and were very worried about his health. Hermione is planning to visit Bulgaria, next week, which pissed Ron off immensely. I sometimes wish they'd just go ahead and admit their feelings for each other already. Harry thought, as he drifted back to sleep
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Wake up, boy!" Aunt Petunia yelled through the wooden door. "Your uncle and Dudley are going to London today, so you'll have to clean up the basement." Like they'd help even if they were here. Harry thought, getting up promptly.
Grabbing breakfast, Harry headed down into the basement (a/n: I can't remember if they had one or not). Looking around the old basement, he decided to clean out the trunks, first. Walking over to the tall pile, a smooth black leather trunk caught his eye, looking closer; he found that strange, unfamiliar symbols were printed on the sides of the trunk. Strangely, Harry found he understood what they meant. Quickly grabbing a piece of parchment, Harry put down the translation on paper.
Property of Lily Evans and James Potter. Harry breathed sharply. If you're reading this that must mean that you must our son, Harry James Potter. For you are the only one who can understand this. And it would also mean that we are dead. Harry felt his eyes sting with tears. Harry, to be able to read this you must be fifteen. Open this trunk, it contains some of our most treasured items and you'll also find out about your heritage. Good Luck!
To open, say your full name, then tap on the trunk with your wand three times.
Harry looked bewildered. He could not believe this; his parents left something at the Dursley's place? Did they expect that this would happen? No, it must be a coincidence. Should I open it? What did they mean by my heritage. Ok, that's it; I'm opening this thing.
Harry took a deep breath and reached for his wand.
"Harry.James Potter." He found himself saying as he tapped the trunk. Symbols suddenly appeared in red ink.
Welcome, little Harry Potter.
Harry blinked.
Let us introduce ourselves; we're the Founders of Hogwarts. You are currently reading our memories that have been recorded on this magical trunk. We'll be able to speak to your ourselves, once you turn fifteen. I am Godric Gryffindor; you will find that my writing will turn out in red ink
Now, now Godric, don't delay the boy his prize. He shall learn about his heritage in a week or so. But in the meantime, he can explore the rest of his trunk. I am Salazar Slytherin, my writing will be written in green ink. This time the symbols were written in green.
Hello, Harry. I am Rowena Ravenclaw; my writing will be in blue ink.
Harry, dear. This is Helga Hufflepuff, a pleasure to meet you. My colour is orange (a/n: help! I don't know what colour Hufflepuff is!).
As the symbols disappeared, Harry cautiously opened the first layer of his trunk, inside was three books, reading the covers, Harry gasped. These must be the rarest books in the whole of the wizarding world! Hermione would commit murder to get her hands on them! The books were;
How to become an Animagus /Animuges in a Fortnight, By Godric Gryffindor,
A Complete Guide on Using Wandless Magic, By Salazar Slytherin
Every Spell ever Invented and a Guide on How to use them, By Merlin.
There was also a diary inside, Harry looked at it suspiciously before opening it, keeping in mind what happened to Ginny in his second year. Like he suspected, the pages were blank. Vigilantly Harry wrote his name down;
My name is Harry Potter, who are you?
Harry? Oh my God! We're your parents, Lily and James Potter.
Silence. Harry barely breathed.
Mum? Dad? Is it really you? What is going on? Why is your diary in a trunk? And what are the FOUNDERS OF HOGWARTS talking about? My heritage?
Oh dear! Um. Harry, this is going to take a little explaining. You see, my parents weren't actually muggles they were squibs. And not only that, but they were the last direct descendants of Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff. Change of handwriting, and Harry I'm the descendant of Gryffindor and Slytherin, so our child will have the blood of all four founders in him, making him the Chosen One. It also makes you the indirect heir of Merlin.
Ok, so if I'm really the Chosen One, then why haven't I defeated Voldemort yet?
Well, when you were born, we found out about your heritage through a dream. But in the dream Merlin told us that your powers would awaken on your fifteenth birthday. Unfortunately, Voldemort also heard that you were to grow into a powerful wizard, though he didn't know about you being the Chosen One. But he thought that he'd play it safe and kill you before you grow up. Handwriting changes, but during the process it was likely, he would kill your mother and I so the Founders helped us make this trunk. You should find it useful during the year.
Now, my son. Go to sleep, you have had a long day.
Goodnight, Mum, Dad. Wrote Harry before he went into his room carrying his books, trying to register all that had happened today. Tomorrow, I'll explore the rest of the trunk!
A/N: I'm stopping here. So how do you like it? I've decided this is going to be a Ginny/Draco, Ron/Hermione, and Harry/ Own Character (Don't worry, you'll love her.) Please review and tell me what I should do for my next chapter.