Prologue-Boneheads and Carrot Heads
Disclaimer: Blah blah black sheep, polly-wolly wag. Sorry, but it's very hard for me to say that I do not own any of the original characters or plots or nada in Harry Potter. Please don't ask me to admit it again!!!! This is my first fanfic, so please give me suggestions and stuffies. By the way, I'd like to thank Nyah, Little Wolfie, Van, and especially Spirit.
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"Dear Harry,
Your father and I have always known that we would never survive to see you as a grown man. We both know that Voldemort is too afraid to let the three of us live. Hopefully, you will survive and your father and I are wrong about our eminent deaths. The reason I wrote this letter is because I thought you might want to know more about me. I've always found it unfair that your father would be the one leaving you everything you will have of your heritage. You probably already received the invisibility cloak and from what I've seen of you, you're his mirror image now, except for the eyes. You obviously received most of your genes from him.Anyway, I wanted to leave you more than my eyes, and so I have tried to provide you with some things and answers that no one can answer for you. Here is something that I treasured because of what it represented as well as because of its beauty. People I loved dearly gave it to me, and I hope you will treasure it. I'm leaving it in our Gringotts vault, and hopefully, you'll find it along with this note. Open the box and you'll find the things I treasured most in life. Too bad you and your father wouldn't fit in here.I love you and I want you to know that I'm very proud of you.
Love,
Lily Potter"
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Harry sat, reading the letter again and willing himself not to show any outward change of emotion. He had found this letter attached to the lid of a beautifully crafted wooden box in his Gringotts bank vault. As he tucked the letter into the box, he glanced over at his two best friends, bickering over house elves, and was relieved that they had not noticed what he had been doing.
The three of them were sitting in an ice cream parlor in Muggle London. Ron had never tried ice cream, and Hermione and Harry had dragged him to the closest ice cream parlor before he could say "Quidditch". Now, Hermione and Ron were continuing their argument about house elves as Harry's ice cream melted. Ron was speaking with his mouth full, and Hermione was daintily licking her ice cream cone.
As soon as they finished temporarily ending their debate, Ron and Hermione brought Harry back to the real world, making him pay for their ice cream. As Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked back into Diagon Alley where they had promised to meet the rest of the Weasley family, Harry threatened to hex and curse them for eating like pigs and leaving the bill to him.
As soon as he drew out his wand, Hermione gasped audibly and Ron groaned. Harry looked bewilderedly at his wand arm, and realized what had caused his friends to make such sounds of distress. His wand was in pretty bad condition, and there was no way to fix all the scars and smudges that covered his wand.
"You better replace it, soon," Hermione said, wisely. "You wouldn't want it to start backfiring in the middle of school, would you?"
"Yeah," Ron grimly stated. "You really wouldn't enjoy throwing up slugs because of that stupid idiot Malfoy."
Here Harry and Hermione burst into laughter, and they all raced to where they could see the large group of redheads waving to them. Harry smiled, beating Hermione and Ron by "a kilometer" and anxious to return to the Weasleys' house where he and Hermione were staying until they returned to Hogwarts.
Later that night, as Harry sat in Ron's room, listening to his room mate's deep breathing, he remembered his mother's gift. He took out the box from a large, hidden pocket in his cloak, (he now had plenty of them thanks to Mrs. Weasley's skill with a needle). He whispered a prayer and whispered, "Lumos," and was relieved when only the wanted light came from his wand. He held up his wand and examined the wooden box. On the lid was a beautifully carved lily. The lily was surrounded by the only blank space on the box, and keeping the lily contained in a circle were what looked like ivy and antlers. Harry saw all this, examining all the delicate carvings, knowing why his mother loved the box so much. Whoever had given it to her must have loved her dearly; so much work had been done on the lid alone.
After examining the box more carefully, Harry reached into it, wanting to read his mother's letter again. Reaching into the box, he withdrew the piece of parchment. As he skimmed over the contents, he realized that what he held now was not the same letter that he had read earlier. He started reading, slowly, from the beginning.
"Harry, this is a handy charm that I created. If you use it, be careful that you're not distracted. Someone (I'm not gonna mention any names.) let too much energy into this charm and grew a tree from a splinter. The spell works the same way as the Accio charm and you do not necessarily need to state where you want the spell to go, but if you're around many things that can be affected, I suggest you do specify. This only works on inanimate objects that were made of organic material. It restores things to their earlier condition and it can go back really far if you're not careful. The incantation is "Tempus restorus," but make sure you're careful how you use it. Don't expect to find it in any spell books!"
Saying Harry was shocked would be an understatement. After staring at the piece of parchment and the box for a couple of minutes, his jaw hanging onto the floor, Harry picked up his jaw and his wand. Deciding to try the spell, he whispered, "Tempus restorus wand."
Watching his wand in the light that it continued to cast, he saw that the smudges and scars were disappearing. As he saw that his wand looked the way it did when he first bought it, he quickly ended the spell, not wanting to explain to the Weasleys how a tree grew in their house. Admiring his wand, he grinned and placed the parchment with the spell back in the box.
Harry again reached into the box, expecting to pull out yet another parchment (lots and lots of parchment!). He was not disappointed, and he read the parchment, anxious to see what it would reveal.
"You can keep almost anything in this box. It will be accessible as soon as you want it, and I've inserted many notes and items that should help you at a later date. No one else can see or touch it, unless you want them to. It is completely safe and is protected from outside forces. I (and many other people) have enforced the protective spells on the box, so no damage will be done to the box or its contents, even if a house is burned down around it. Some of the biggest worrywarts of my acquaintance once said that my box is the only safe place for their brooms. I will let you guess who these people are.But the box will expand and shrink to fit its purpose. It won't get heavier the more things you put it, so it'll always weigh as much as a normal wooden box. Take care of it, Harry."
Harry happily experimented with the box, proving his mother's words. He placed his wand, his invisibility cloak, his broomstick, and many other things inside it. He didn't really want to set it on fire, but he was sure that his mother was sure of what she had written. Suddenly, he thought of how his mother had mentioned answers. What kind of answers was she talking about.? Harry reached into the box and drew out a clear sphere. As he looked into it, he saw a short strand of hair, and that was all he noticed before he became blinded by a spinning kaleidoscope of color.
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Harry could here a young girl's sobbing. Before he could react to the heart- breaking sobs, he heard a young boy laugh mockingly. "What are YOU doing here, Muggle?" he drawled. "You aren't even a good looking Muggle with your bald head and your tears."
Harry recognized that voice and the boy who accompanied it. It was Draco Malfoy, his least favorite Slytherin, but he looked to be about five. The girl he was tormenting with his bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle couldn't have been more than five herself. As Malfoy had stated, she was completely bald and her green eyed looked enormous, framed by little more than bone and flesh and filled with tears. Before Harry could reach Malfoy and pummel him, he saw a dark haired boy and a large black dog attack Crabbe and Goyle.
"Malfoy," a cold voice said. "You better leave her alone, now."
Malfoy turned to look at the speaker, another dark haired boy who now stood protectively over the girl's huddling form. "If you don't want me to beat you to a bloody pulp," the boy continued. "You better leave before I let Sirius and Grimly finish off your friends."
The three bullies ran off, Malfoy screaming, "We'll get you back, Potter! See if we don't!"
Harry watched on with increasing astonishment, realizing that he had been wrong. That had been Draco Malfoy's FATHER, and standing in front of him were his father, his godfather, and a dog that was now lovingly licking the tears off of the girl's face. As Harry watched his godfather, a five- year-old, chase after the three retreating boys, he watched as his father bent over the girl, hugging her to him.
"I'm sorry you had to suffer through Malfoy's stupidness," James Potter comforted the girl. "You can go home, now."
"But I don't want to!" the girl cried. "Today's my birthday, but it's the worst day in my life! I ran away from home and I don't wanna go back!"
"Happy birthday," James said. "I'm really sorry that you're having troubles at home, but don't you have family members that love you? Don't you have caring parents? Sisters? Brothers?"
He could see he was finally getting through to the girl when she raised her eyes to look at him. James was amazed at the largeness of her eyes and the greenness. "No matter what happens, your family and friends will be there for you. Don't run away from them," James reasoned. "You'll just hurt them and yourself. Please don't cry any more. I'm your friend and if you have no other friends, just remember that you have a friend named James Potter. Don't cry, please. Your eyes are beautiful and it really hurts me to see so many tears in them. Will you go home now?"
The girl nodded, surprised and happy thanks to James and his charm. "Thank you," she whispered. "But that's a brick wall, how can I go home?"
"Look," James pointed.
The young girl turned her large eyes to the solid brick wall behind her and was hardly surprised to see a doorway forming. She turned back to look at her rescuer and was shocked when he kissed her quickly on the cheek before running after Sirius and Grimly, leaving her staring after him, blushing.
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When Harry's world stopped spinning and he was no longer blinded by a million colors, he realized he was back at the Burrow, clutching the sphere in his hand. As Harry examined the sphere, he realized that it was made out of glass and held a teeny strand of red hair. Putting the ball back in the box, he decided that he wanted to know more about the glass ball. Reaching his hand back into the box, he withdrew another glass ball, this one larger and containing a very long strand of red hair and a shorter strand of black hair. Looking closely at it, Harry could feel himself again twirling in the color filled void.
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A.N.: So! THAT's the end of the stupid prologue. Please tell me what you think and since this is me first fanfic, I hope you won't be too harsh in your criticism. I'd really appreciate reviews, especially if you have positive feedback. If I don't get that many reviews, I won't continue the story, so I really don't need any flames. I don't mind criticism as long as it's stated not-too-meanly, and it would be appreciated. I hope this prologue hasn't bored you to tears, and I hope that you'll forgive the lack of dialogue and things. If there's anything else that's lacking, please tell me.
Disclaimer: Blah blah black sheep, polly-wolly wag. Sorry, but it's very hard for me to say that I do not own any of the original characters or plots or nada in Harry Potter. Please don't ask me to admit it again!!!! This is my first fanfic, so please give me suggestions and stuffies. By the way, I'd like to thank Nyah, Little Wolfie, Van, and especially Spirit.
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"Dear Harry,
Your father and I have always known that we would never survive to see you as a grown man. We both know that Voldemort is too afraid to let the three of us live. Hopefully, you will survive and your father and I are wrong about our eminent deaths. The reason I wrote this letter is because I thought you might want to know more about me. I've always found it unfair that your father would be the one leaving you everything you will have of your heritage. You probably already received the invisibility cloak and from what I've seen of you, you're his mirror image now, except for the eyes. You obviously received most of your genes from him.Anyway, I wanted to leave you more than my eyes, and so I have tried to provide you with some things and answers that no one can answer for you. Here is something that I treasured because of what it represented as well as because of its beauty. People I loved dearly gave it to me, and I hope you will treasure it. I'm leaving it in our Gringotts vault, and hopefully, you'll find it along with this note. Open the box and you'll find the things I treasured most in life. Too bad you and your father wouldn't fit in here.I love you and I want you to know that I'm very proud of you.
Love,
Lily Potter"
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Harry sat, reading the letter again and willing himself not to show any outward change of emotion. He had found this letter attached to the lid of a beautifully crafted wooden box in his Gringotts bank vault. As he tucked the letter into the box, he glanced over at his two best friends, bickering over house elves, and was relieved that they had not noticed what he had been doing.
The three of them were sitting in an ice cream parlor in Muggle London. Ron had never tried ice cream, and Hermione and Harry had dragged him to the closest ice cream parlor before he could say "Quidditch". Now, Hermione and Ron were continuing their argument about house elves as Harry's ice cream melted. Ron was speaking with his mouth full, and Hermione was daintily licking her ice cream cone.
As soon as they finished temporarily ending their debate, Ron and Hermione brought Harry back to the real world, making him pay for their ice cream. As Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked back into Diagon Alley where they had promised to meet the rest of the Weasley family, Harry threatened to hex and curse them for eating like pigs and leaving the bill to him.
As soon as he drew out his wand, Hermione gasped audibly and Ron groaned. Harry looked bewilderedly at his wand arm, and realized what had caused his friends to make such sounds of distress. His wand was in pretty bad condition, and there was no way to fix all the scars and smudges that covered his wand.
"You better replace it, soon," Hermione said, wisely. "You wouldn't want it to start backfiring in the middle of school, would you?"
"Yeah," Ron grimly stated. "You really wouldn't enjoy throwing up slugs because of that stupid idiot Malfoy."
Here Harry and Hermione burst into laughter, and they all raced to where they could see the large group of redheads waving to them. Harry smiled, beating Hermione and Ron by "a kilometer" and anxious to return to the Weasleys' house where he and Hermione were staying until they returned to Hogwarts.
Later that night, as Harry sat in Ron's room, listening to his room mate's deep breathing, he remembered his mother's gift. He took out the box from a large, hidden pocket in his cloak, (he now had plenty of them thanks to Mrs. Weasley's skill with a needle). He whispered a prayer and whispered, "Lumos," and was relieved when only the wanted light came from his wand. He held up his wand and examined the wooden box. On the lid was a beautifully carved lily. The lily was surrounded by the only blank space on the box, and keeping the lily contained in a circle were what looked like ivy and antlers. Harry saw all this, examining all the delicate carvings, knowing why his mother loved the box so much. Whoever had given it to her must have loved her dearly; so much work had been done on the lid alone.
After examining the box more carefully, Harry reached into it, wanting to read his mother's letter again. Reaching into the box, he withdrew the piece of parchment. As he skimmed over the contents, he realized that what he held now was not the same letter that he had read earlier. He started reading, slowly, from the beginning.
"Harry, this is a handy charm that I created. If you use it, be careful that you're not distracted. Someone (I'm not gonna mention any names.) let too much energy into this charm and grew a tree from a splinter. The spell works the same way as the Accio charm and you do not necessarily need to state where you want the spell to go, but if you're around many things that can be affected, I suggest you do specify. This only works on inanimate objects that were made of organic material. It restores things to their earlier condition and it can go back really far if you're not careful. The incantation is "Tempus restorus," but make sure you're careful how you use it. Don't expect to find it in any spell books!"
Saying Harry was shocked would be an understatement. After staring at the piece of parchment and the box for a couple of minutes, his jaw hanging onto the floor, Harry picked up his jaw and his wand. Deciding to try the spell, he whispered, "Tempus restorus wand."
Watching his wand in the light that it continued to cast, he saw that the smudges and scars were disappearing. As he saw that his wand looked the way it did when he first bought it, he quickly ended the spell, not wanting to explain to the Weasleys how a tree grew in their house. Admiring his wand, he grinned and placed the parchment with the spell back in the box.
Harry again reached into the box, expecting to pull out yet another parchment (lots and lots of parchment!). He was not disappointed, and he read the parchment, anxious to see what it would reveal.
"You can keep almost anything in this box. It will be accessible as soon as you want it, and I've inserted many notes and items that should help you at a later date. No one else can see or touch it, unless you want them to. It is completely safe and is protected from outside forces. I (and many other people) have enforced the protective spells on the box, so no damage will be done to the box or its contents, even if a house is burned down around it. Some of the biggest worrywarts of my acquaintance once said that my box is the only safe place for their brooms. I will let you guess who these people are.But the box will expand and shrink to fit its purpose. It won't get heavier the more things you put it, so it'll always weigh as much as a normal wooden box. Take care of it, Harry."
Harry happily experimented with the box, proving his mother's words. He placed his wand, his invisibility cloak, his broomstick, and many other things inside it. He didn't really want to set it on fire, but he was sure that his mother was sure of what she had written. Suddenly, he thought of how his mother had mentioned answers. What kind of answers was she talking about.? Harry reached into the box and drew out a clear sphere. As he looked into it, he saw a short strand of hair, and that was all he noticed before he became blinded by a spinning kaleidoscope of color.
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Harry could here a young girl's sobbing. Before he could react to the heart- breaking sobs, he heard a young boy laugh mockingly. "What are YOU doing here, Muggle?" he drawled. "You aren't even a good looking Muggle with your bald head and your tears."
Harry recognized that voice and the boy who accompanied it. It was Draco Malfoy, his least favorite Slytherin, but he looked to be about five. The girl he was tormenting with his bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle couldn't have been more than five herself. As Malfoy had stated, she was completely bald and her green eyed looked enormous, framed by little more than bone and flesh and filled with tears. Before Harry could reach Malfoy and pummel him, he saw a dark haired boy and a large black dog attack Crabbe and Goyle.
"Malfoy," a cold voice said. "You better leave her alone, now."
Malfoy turned to look at the speaker, another dark haired boy who now stood protectively over the girl's huddling form. "If you don't want me to beat you to a bloody pulp," the boy continued. "You better leave before I let Sirius and Grimly finish off your friends."
The three bullies ran off, Malfoy screaming, "We'll get you back, Potter! See if we don't!"
Harry watched on with increasing astonishment, realizing that he had been wrong. That had been Draco Malfoy's FATHER, and standing in front of him were his father, his godfather, and a dog that was now lovingly licking the tears off of the girl's face. As Harry watched his godfather, a five- year-old, chase after the three retreating boys, he watched as his father bent over the girl, hugging her to him.
"I'm sorry you had to suffer through Malfoy's stupidness," James Potter comforted the girl. "You can go home, now."
"But I don't want to!" the girl cried. "Today's my birthday, but it's the worst day in my life! I ran away from home and I don't wanna go back!"
"Happy birthday," James said. "I'm really sorry that you're having troubles at home, but don't you have family members that love you? Don't you have caring parents? Sisters? Brothers?"
He could see he was finally getting through to the girl when she raised her eyes to look at him. James was amazed at the largeness of her eyes and the greenness. "No matter what happens, your family and friends will be there for you. Don't run away from them," James reasoned. "You'll just hurt them and yourself. Please don't cry any more. I'm your friend and if you have no other friends, just remember that you have a friend named James Potter. Don't cry, please. Your eyes are beautiful and it really hurts me to see so many tears in them. Will you go home now?"
The girl nodded, surprised and happy thanks to James and his charm. "Thank you," she whispered. "But that's a brick wall, how can I go home?"
"Look," James pointed.
The young girl turned her large eyes to the solid brick wall behind her and was hardly surprised to see a doorway forming. She turned back to look at her rescuer and was shocked when he kissed her quickly on the cheek before running after Sirius and Grimly, leaving her staring after him, blushing.
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When Harry's world stopped spinning and he was no longer blinded by a million colors, he realized he was back at the Burrow, clutching the sphere in his hand. As Harry examined the sphere, he realized that it was made out of glass and held a teeny strand of red hair. Putting the ball back in the box, he decided that he wanted to know more about the glass ball. Reaching his hand back into the box, he withdrew another glass ball, this one larger and containing a very long strand of red hair and a shorter strand of black hair. Looking closely at it, Harry could feel himself again twirling in the color filled void.
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A.N.: So! THAT's the end of the stupid prologue. Please tell me what you think and since this is me first fanfic, I hope you won't be too harsh in your criticism. I'd really appreciate reviews, especially if you have positive feedback. If I don't get that many reviews, I won't continue the story, so I really don't need any flames. I don't mind criticism as long as it's stated not-too-meanly, and it would be appreciated. I hope this prologue hasn't bored you to tears, and I hope that you'll forgive the lack of dialogue and things. If there's anything else that's lacking, please tell me.