Disclaimer: This will not be on the other chapters only on the first one. Now Harry Potter, and its characters, places and others such things in the books are not mine, they belong to J.K Rowling. No matter how much I want it I will probably never own it. I am not making money off of this. If you are wondering why my grammar is so bad I am currently really trying to improve it. Now onto the first chapter.
Chapter 1
A wonderfully cold wind blew through the windows of number four Privet Drive. It was a cool night for summer time but welcomed all the same. A single boy was awake, sitting on his bed that was opposite the window. He sighed as the breeze cooled his heated skin. His name was Harry Potter and he was almost fifteen years old. There was one thing very different about Harry than there was about other boys his age. He was a wizard, he could do magic, fly a broom and he could turn a tea cup into a frog if he wanted to. But even amongst the other boys of his world he was not normal, for you see he was known as the boy-who-lived, or to others as the insane-boy-who-says-that-he-who-must-not-be-named-was-alive. Ok so maybe he wasn't known as that but that's what people were thinking nowadays. Ever since the third task in the Tri-Wizard Tournament happened he was branded mentally unstable and an attention seeking boy. It had been a week since he arrived at Privet Drive and he was ready to escape. He was about to go to sleep when suddenly a beautiful raven flew through the window. It flew towards him and settled on his knee, then it looked at him closely but then dropped a letter so that it landed in his hand.
"Who has a raven?" he asked himself. Then shaking his head he looked down at the letter. It was pretty heavy and thicker then normal but he didn't bother thinking about it. Looking at the writing he read it.
Harry James Potter, Number four Privet Drive, England, Europe.
Youngest Seeker of the century at Gryffindor, Hogwarts.
Wondering what on earth this letter was about he opened it and was positively shocked when a pendant fell out. Curious about what it meant he started to read the letter.
Dear Mister Harry Potter,
We here at the American Quidditch camp extend to you an invitation to attend our camp. If you accept the invitation, the pendant that came with the letter will activate tomorrow night at ten o'clock.
Here at the camp we teach different things, since the legal age to do magic in America is twelve. We teach the normal classes of Transfiguration, Charms, Potions Defence Against the Dark Arts. We also teach mind magic and magical transportation…
Reading the rest of the letter Harry couldn't help but think it would be a terrific idea to actually attend the camp. During his one week here nobody had sent him a single letter causing his frustration to rise. But still he was wondering if this letter was to be trusted. It could be a trap from Voldemort trying to get him. No Dumbledore said that the wards around the house wouldn't let a dark wizard in, they wouldn't even allow something sent by a dark wizard or witch into the house. Thinking hard about it he weighed the pros and cons. If he went, he would spend the summer doing magic and playing quidditch. He would probably make new friends. He would also not be known as the boy-who-bloody- lived. If he didn't go, he would be known as the good little boy that didn't do anything but what the headmaster said. He would be stuck in this house for the rest of the summer halidays and probably he wouldn't see Ron and Hermione before school started again. He was tired of being the Gryffindor's golden boy. He wanted to be his own person. He had seen a few things on the TV when he was cleaning at one time. Dudley was watching a TV show about being cool or something. The guy had tattoos and piercings all over his body. Now he didn't really want that but a few things like the tattoo and maybe the ear piercing he did want. Well it looked like his mind was set. Taking some parchment and a quill he started to write a letter in case somebody did come and look for him but he conveniently didn't tell them were he was going. Smirking he got up and made his way to his trunk. The trunk would shrink by just tapping it with his wand. Going through it he took his Invisibility Cloak and then shrank the trunk. After that he put it into his pocket and soon jumped out his window, landing softly. He made his way away from privet drive and when he arrived two blocks away he summoned the Knight Bus. Getting on he told them that he wanted to go to Diagon Alley and soon they were gone.
Arriving he got off (off) and then made his way through (through) the pub all the way to Diagon Alley. After that hewent directly to Gringotts.
It was late, but the Goblin run bank was still open as he had hoped it would be. Thanks to the late hour there weren't many people there so he was able to speak with a goblin faster then normal.
"Hello sir, I wish to speak to somebody about something." He said making the goblin raise on eye brow.
"Indeed sir, name?" asked the goblin.
"Harry Potter." He answered softly.
"Please fallow me sir." Answered the goblin.
Fallowing the goblin he soon arrived at a goblin's office.
"Mister Potter, you wish to speak about something?" said an older looking goblin.
"Yes sir. I, well you see I'm going to a Quidditch camp in America and I thought that maybe some new clothes would be advisable but…" but Harry didn't get more out of his mouth as the Goblin raised his hand.
"I completely understand Mister Potter and so I have the perfect thing for you. This black leather wallet looks very much like a muggle wallet, does it not? Well there is one small difference. If you just think about the amount of money you need it will show up in this and will be taken from your vault. Muggle or magical." Explained the goblin.
With a grin Harry took it and soon left. Renting a room at the Leaky Cauldron he soon rested. When the sun rose the next morning Harry got up and took a shower. After that he got changed and left. Arriving in muggle London he started to look around then noticed a store that was very different. Walking in, he couldn't help but feel welcomed in the store. Looking around he found that most of the clothes were darker in color but very nice looking.
"Ah hello young wizard." Said a young woman as she walked into his view. "Yes this is a magical store young one. But do not worry, nothing will hurt you here. Now how may I help you?" asked the woman as she finally walked into the light.
Harry was slightly shocked at her appearance, the woman was very beautiful with black hair and black eyes.
"I need new clothes." he answered.
"Of course. I suppose that you need help?" she asked.
"Yes very much so." He said smiling.
"Elisabeth!" shouted the woman, smiling brightly.
Soon a young girl walked over. She had black hair done in big ringlets and wearing a dress that was something he never saw before. The dress black, frilly, knee lenght and had bows. She was also wearing black frilly stockings and white shoes.
"Its called a Lolita dress." She said in answered to the questioning look on his face. "My name's Elisabeth and I'll be your helper today." She said brightly. With out an answer she pulled him along and started to hand him he knew it he was trying everything on. Two hours later he left the store with an entire new wardrobe. Smirking he made his way back to the Leaky Cauldron thinking about the store. He really got along great with Elisabeth who preferred to be called Eli. They had laughed and joked around a lot and when he left she handed him her address so that he could send her a letter.. Arriving at the Leaky Cauldron he put everything away and soon got changed. When he was done he looked at himself in the mirror and smirked. He was now wearing black jeans with a white long sleeved button down shirt that had black wings in the back. He also had a black beltand black dragon hide boots. His hair that he had let grow now fell to his shoulders in silky strands, (comma) helped hide his scar from view. Packing everything away he thanked Tom and soon found his way into Diagon Alley. From there he made his way to the eye glasses store.
"Ah welcome young sir. How may I help you?" asked the man behind the counter.
"I need my eyes tested and perhaps fixed." He said.
"Of course sir." Said the man. "I have this new potion that will cure the sight of the person." He continued.
"I'll have it." he said. After he paid for it he took it in one gulp. Closing his eyes he felt pain and put one hand onto the counter and the other one onto his eyes. Grinding his teeth together he relaxed slightly when the pain started to supside.
"Your eyes will be very fragile for a bit so I suggest you protect them with sun glasses." Said the man. Harry nodded and took his newly bought sun glasses from Elisabeth's store and put them on. The man seemed slightly saddened about it but didn't comment. Soon Harry left and found himself walking through the busy street. Arriving at Flourish and Blotts he walked in and soon made his way to the defence section. After picking books from that section he went to the others and soon bought the books he wanted. He had started to think over the summer that maybe studing a few things he wanted he would maybe get better in magic and possibly even start reading more. He bought a few books on Defence, then transfiguratoin and some on creatures. After that he put them in his trunk. Leaving he found himself going into Nocturne Alley. Going through he soon arrived at a Pound shop. Going in he looked around. What he found was shocking to say the least. He found a Pensieve made of black onyx with runes all over it. After that he found a set of journals that he was able to open. There were spells with discriptions, pictures of how to perform them. After that he found a pendant with the Potter crest. Growling he went over and bought the journals and Pensieve, clearly the person didn't know what they were, but then he showed the person the pendant.
"That's the Potter crest." He growled.
"Yeah it is. Why do you want it?" said the man annoyed.
Harry showed the scar on his forehead making the man gasp.
"Harry Potter! Bloody hell! My deepest apologies sir, the pendant is clearly yours." He stuttered eyes wide with fright.
Harry glared, then left the store hiding the pendant in his pocket and putting the other stuff into his trunk. Soon he found himself in front of a tattoo shop with neon lights hocking him. ‚Way on earth did he get neon lights to work in the magical world.' He woundered. Walking in, he found that the place was very clean and that enforced the idea of getting a tattoo.
"Hello there, what can I do for you." said a woman with tattoos covering her entire body.
"I need a tattoo." He said.
"Anything in particular?" She asked.
"Yeah." He said.
"Tell me and take that nice looking shirt of yours off then." She said smiling at him.
He answered and did as told.
"Do you have a piece of parchment and a quill?" he asked. She smiled and handed it over.
Soon he started to sketch. After he finished he handed it over. The sketch was a tribal design.
"Nice, well something you have to know. Magical tattoos grow with you, if you gain muscles there is no worry of your tattoo stretching." She said. "Oh and it will hurt." she said.
On hour latter Harry felt the warmth of his arm as it burned slightly but still he was smilling.
"Anything else you want?" she asked.
"Anything you recommend?" he asked but soon he regretted it as he saw the crazy look in her eye. A few minutes latter he left the tattoo shop with a thorn tribal tattoo on his left shoulder going down his back, nipple piercing, tongue piercing and ear piercing. His arm was throbbing with warm heat and pain but Harry couldn't say he wouldn't have done it. Walking back towards Diagon Alley he walked around some more then went to sit at the Leaky Cauldron. Eating some dinner he looked at his new watch to see that it was nine fifty five, he had five minutes till the portkey activated. Taking it out, he paid Tom and went into another alley. From there he waited. When the portkey activated he was soon gone from England and landing in America.
"All grace on a broom and yet no grace on the ground I see." Said a laughing voice. Looking up he found himself staring at a young woman with dark red hair and brown eyes.
"I suppose so." He said, smiling charmingly at her.
"I'm professor Shadow, I'll be teaching you Defence Against the Dark Arts here at the camp, the name's Harry Potter, right?" She said.
"Yeah." he said getting to his feet and closing his eyes as his arm throbbed in pain.
"You'll be in the bunk house seven." She said handing him a folder and a map. "Your schedule and a few things you need to know about the camp, plus a map of the place. Everything starts tomorrow." She said smiling at him.
"Thanks." Following the map he soon arrived at his bunk house.
Walking in he found that two people had already arrived, two girls. One girl had purple hair and grey blue eyes. The other had blond hair and emerald green eyes. When the girls noticed him, they both jumped up and smiled at him.
"Hey, the name's Amethyst Prince, I play as a Chaser." Said the purple haired girl.
"My names Michelle Taylor, I also play Chaser." Said the blond, smiling at him.
"Harry Potter, Seeker." He said grinning.
"Harry Potter ! I herd of you, boy-who-lived and all that, hope you're not a pompous jerk." Said Amethyst.
"Don't worry, I only found out about that crap when I turned eleven. Before then my life at my relatives was worse then anybody could think." He said smiling at them.
"I also herd you're the youngest seeker of the century at that Hogwarts school you attend." Said Michelle.
"Yeah I play seeker for Gryffindor, have so since I was eleven years old." he said.
"Wounderful!" they both said making him laugh.
"So what about rooms?" he asked.
"Right. Well, we have to share; boys get one room while girls get the other. Since you're the first you get to pick which bed you want." Said Amethyst.
Harry thanked them and went over to the room that was for the boys. There he found a group of beds. Testing every one of them he found himself preferring the one near the window. Setting everything up he went back out and smiled at both girls.
"So you both read your folders?" he asked.
"Yeah we have the same schedule. What about you?" asked Amythest.
Harry took his folder and opened it. Looking at the schedule he started to read.
Day one:
8:30 am to 9: 30 am
Transfiguration with Professor Clearance Nightfall
9: 40 am to 10:50 am
Charms with Professor Damien Blackthorn
10: 50 am to 11: 55 am
Mind magic with Professor Crystal White
11: 55 am to 1:00 pm
Lunch
1:10 pm to 2:20 pm
Defence Against the Dark Arts with Professor Natasha Shadow
2: 30 pm to 3: 40 pm
Potions with professor Tristan Hawk
Day 2:
8:30 am to 9: 30 am
Magical transportation with Professor Wilfred Diamond
9: 40 am to 10:50 am
Defence Against the Dark Arts with Professor Natasha Shadow
10: 50 am to 11: 55 am
Transfiguration with Professor Clearance Nightfall
11: 55 am to 1:00 pm
Lunch
1:10 pm to 2:20 pm
Potions with professor Tristan Hawk
2: 30 pm to 3: 40 pm
Charms with Professor Damien Blackthorn
Day 3:
10: 00 am to 12: 00 am
Quidditch with Madam Hooch
12: 00 am to 2:00 pm
Lunch
2: 10 pm to 3: 20 pm
Quidditch with Madam Hooch
"Madam (Madam) Hooch! Bloody hell I am so dead!" he shouted panicked.
"Why? You know her?" asked Amethyst.
"Well she's at my school, she teaches the first years how to fly at Hogwarts. Bloody hell once she sess who I am, I am so dead." He whispered shaking his head.
"Well, don't worry about it. We're with you." said Michelle hugging him. "So you were raised by muggles, right? Do you watch TV?"
Harry smiled at them and soon they started to laugh and joke together, then the door opened again and two other people walked in.
"Dude we're not the first ones here!" shouted one guy with spiked black hair and blue eyes. "The name's Christopher Wren, I play Beater ." He said.
"I'm Andrew Clearance, I play Beater as well." said a blond haired boy.
"Nice to meet you, the name's Michelle Taylor, I play Chaser." Said Michelle
"My names Amethyst Prince. I also play Chaser." Said Amethyst.
"Harry Potter, Seeker." He said.
"As in the youngest seeker of the century at Hogwarts?" as Andrew eyes wide.
"Yeah ." He said.
"Cool!" Said Christopher smiling brightly.
"So where can we unload?" asked Andrew.
"In that room." motioned Harry, smiling at his two new room mates.
The boys disappeared into the room and as they were unpacking the door opened and two other people walked in. A girl and a boy, the girl had black hair with blue highlights while the boy had sandy brown hair.
"Watcha! The name's Chrissie Blair, I play Chaser ." Said the girl smiling brightly.
"Name's Henry Star, I play Keeper." said the boy nodding his head towards them.
Soon they all re-introduced themselves. They all sat down after unpacking and were soon talking to each other. But as they were talking the door slammed open and a woman with short silver blond hair stormed in. Her eyes looked around and glared at all of them.
"Harry Potter!" she hissed.
"Madam Hooch." Said Harry inching away slightly but still he smiling at her.
"Outside now!" she hissed pointing to the door.
Harry sighed and went outside, then looked at the flying instructor.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked him furious.
"I needed to get away from there, Madame Hooch. Dumbledore was making my life a living hell in that house he calls a home." He said looking at her with cold eyes.
For a while Madam Hooch just stared at him then sighed.
"I see that you are more like your mother than I thought, she wouldn't let anybody lock her up either. Well Potter I wont tell him where you are." she said.
"Thank you so very much Madam Hooch." He said smiling.
"Now you better do good in my class Potter." She said smirking.
"Yes Ma'am!" he shouted saluting to her and making her groan.
"I have a feeling that after this little camp you're going to be very muchlike your father." She said making him grin.
"Why would you say that, I don't really know my father. So How can I be like him?" he said making her frown.
"What do you mean you don't know you father? Weren't you told stories before?" she asked.
"Sure one or two, but that's it, I don't know much about my parents at all. Heck before I was eleven I was told they died in a car crash and that they were drunks." He said looking op at the night sky.
"We will talk Potter, I'll tell you about them, I knew them to some extent." She said making him smile at her.
"You would really do that?" he asked.
"Well I would. I mostly knew James. You should ask professor McGonagall about Lily." She said.
"I will." He answered back.
"Well get in there and make great connections, you'll be a team while you're here." She told him. Making him laugh and Harry went back into the bunk. When he arrived inside he was smiling and retook his seat.
"So Dude what happened?" asked Andrew.
"Nothing much,she yelled at me, I was forgiven and she's going to tell me more about my parents." He said making them all cheer.
That night he was laying in bed, looking out at the night sky with a smile on his lips for the first time in a while. Nobody was going to make this summer go downhill, he was determined to have fun this summer.