Disclaimer: I own nothing. Any recognisable plots, themes, characters, etc… Are NOT mine they are property of J.K Rowling I am just playing round with the characters/themes/etc…
I promise to put them back when I have finished :)
Prologue:
"Harry!"
But it was too late (of course it was XD). It all started when Harry was late for divination after a surprising outburst from Seamus that morning, including a fog horn and a pair of magically enhanced dumbbells… it's a long story…
Professor Trelawney was midway through her starting drivel when Harry heaved himself through the trapdoor into her stuffy class room. He sped over to the table where Ron was sat watching him with a blank expression.
"Where were you at breakfast? And why are you late now?" Ron whispered, his eyes alight with curiosity.
"I …"
"Mr Potter!" Professor Trelawney's voice blew their ear drums as she suddenly appeared behind their desk, arms outstretched holding what looked like purple fire in the palms of the hands.
Harry lurched backwards, falling off his chair in shock as the fire-like substance was thrust further into his face. He could hear Lavender shriek and Ron begin to mumble something about turning purple. Soon, all he could hear was a dull buzzing sound in his ears which was slowly growing louder and louder until it became a piercing scream. Harry began writhing on the floor unable to bear the torturous noise bursting into his brain when suddenly, it stopped.
Silence.
Only then to be broken by his whimpers as he felt the pull at his navel, commonly associated with port key transportation…
"Harry!" Ron and the rest of the 8th year Divination class (who had survived and returned for catch up classes after the 2nd war) watched as Harry was tugged away by some type of port key their battle maddened Professor had placed upon him.