Harry Potter
And the New Wand
By Kaitlan Westpendle
Co-written by
Justin Page
Prologue
The Meeting – Part 1
The rain had finally let up. A cold wind blew as Harry calmly walked through the stadium and across the quidditch pitch. He was to meet someone there, but who it was he didn't know He cautiously approached the black cloaked figure before him, his heart beating faster with each slow step. The figure raised its right hand and casually threw back the hood. It was Hermione. Harry was startled; he had almost expected it to be Malfoy.
Chapter 1
The Letter
Harry found a carefully folded envelope placed neatly on his bed. Seeing it there made him feel uneasy, someone had left it for him to find, but whom?
It could be a love letter from a secret admirer, he thought to himself, or maybe even a threat.
Not sure how to feel he thought it best to try and ignore the strange letter, and so gently set in on top of his impeccably laid-out dresser. Harry had a thing about neatness, although sometimes he took it to extremes. He had subsequently aligned all the furniture in his room to be square with the walls.
It was getting late. Harry put his book down, remembering to mark the page he was on. "Fun spells and practical jokes" The book had sounded amusing enough to read, although it had not lived up to the "fun" in its title yet. As he placed the book on the dresser he caught a glimpse of the mysterious note. Curiosity can be a dangerous thing, especially to a young wizard, but it always manages to win the struggle. He decided to open the envelope, telling himself he would just take a peek. Carefully pealing back at the paper he tried to see what was inside. He couldn't see though, it was too small a hole and too dark an envelope. He peeled it back a little more, this time tearing the envelope.
Oh well, he thought, I might as well open it now.
He slowly peeled back the sealing tab and looked inside.
Nothing.
Harry was confused. Who would leave an empty envelope on his bed? Frustrated and a little angry Harry shook the letter upside down hoping for something, anything, to fall out.
Something did.
Materializing in thin air, a sparkling letter suddenly appeared inside and fell gently to his soft bed. Harry's eyes grew wide. Being a student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, he should have been used to that sort of thing, but for some reason it surprised him. He sat staring at the letter while the sparkles faded along with the soft orange glow. After he recovered from the initial surprise, he carefully reached down and picked up the letter with his thumb and forefinger. He slowly unfolded the letter, trying very hard not to tear it in the process. He did not read it; he just stared at it, his eyes picking out only single words.
He placed his hand on his chest, feeling the pace of his heart beats quicken as a single word leaped out at him from the letter, Dumbledore. A cold sweat beaded on Harry's brow, this shocked him more than a little, but after he settled down the possible meanings of this cryptic message began to flash through his mind. Was someone trying to hurt the aged professor? Was there someone trying to get rid of Dumbledore, or even kill him? Harry's eyes went wide as the last thought rushed through his brain. What if he might lose Dumbledore, his friend? Harry's heart sank.
His gaze again moved over the letter and decided to read through it carefully. The letter read:
Harry,
Meet me on the dark side of the quidditch pitch. I need to tell you something about Dumbledore, something important. Be there at dawn.
There was no name at the bottom of the letter. Whoever had written it had wished to stay anonymous. Harry thought about it. If this mysterious meeting was to take place at dawn, then the dark side of the pitch would be the western side. Harry lay back onto his soft pillow and began to listen to the soft blow of the wind outside as he thought about the meeting ahead. It was nearing dawn as Harry lay awake on his bed, staring out the half-open window into the night sky above. The stars shimmered like tiny pieces of glitter on the black velvet that was night. He was worried about what might happen when he went to the western side of the quidditch pitch, which would be soon. Harry decided to close his eyes and use what little night was left to rest and calm his nerves and get some much needed sleep. He had a big day ahead of him, whether he knew it or not.