An; welcome to Harry Potter and the End of the Beginning. (or Rising from
the Ashes II). I said at the end of my last fic that I would right a
Harry/Hermione fic and add it on to the other story, I have decided not to
do that, but have incorporated it into this story.ENJOY.
R&R!!!
Chapter one.
End or Beginning?
This time Harry didn't follow the Dursley's out of the station. He led them. They were all a lot thinner, and Uncle Vernon's double chin had disappeared. Dudley was as beefy as ever, but Harry was pleased to note that he was now the same height as his cousin, perhaps a little taller. Aunt Petunia was jittery, someone brushed past her on the escalator out of the station and she squeaked like a mouse.
On the drive back to the new-and-improved number four Privet drive there was total and utter silence. Harry was quite glad of this as he wanted to get the last, rather hectic, year sorted out in his head. He was fairly sure that he was over Sirius's death, not over over, but getting there. At least he didn't feel like crying every time he thought of his departed godfather.
He was also fairly sure he knew how he was going to be able to finally defeat Voldemort. (AN; more on that one soon ^_^), but he didn't particularly want to think about that now, he was in the muggle world, and dark thoughts seemed out of place here.
Then he remembered that his birthday was coming soon. He would be 17. The coming of age for a wizard. The Dursley's had better look out. On one hand he could simply confound them by using magic on very chore he was to do, on another he could attack them, with harmless things like jelly legs curses and other funs stuff, like dung bombs. He must remember to write to Fred and George and ask them to send some of their new things over. He wondered idly what improvements they had made to the Canary Creams.
They reached number four and Harry could still scorch marks here and there around the garden. He couldn't remember fully what had happened last year, but he wasn't particularly sure he wanted to.
Hedwig was waiting for him when he entered his room, with a note from Lupin.
"Dear Harry, Nice to be home? Don't answer that. Dumbledore asked me to write to you and tell you that even at the slightest hint of danger to alert us, even if it's something trivial, that's out of place.
Enjoy your holidays.
Remus Lupin"
Harry thought that if anything was going to happen this summer it would have to be rather big to rival the attack last year, and his amnesia afterwards, and the attack by the Dementor's the year before that. He sighed, he often felt like he was running on full throttle since his fourth year at Hogwarts.
"You, boy, get down here and cook dinner!" came Uncle Vernon's roar. Harry sighed and put the letter he was still holding in his pocket. About two weeks and he could wave his wand to cook, but until then he had to use muggle methods.
When he came down the stairs they Dursley's were sitting around the table. Harry rolled his eyes and cut up the melon that they would share (Dudley's diet was still in progress).
When he had set plates down in front of them (carefully making sure he got the smallest bit or there would be trouble) he said,
"Well, you've all lost weight. That's a good thing, right?"
There was a silence, and then Vernon said with venom like Nagini's, "it's your fault, boy, so don't make light of it."
Harry's temper began to rise, even though he wasn't sure why.
"The Death Eaters made a mistake." He said with cold clarity.
"What the ruddy hell are those?" snarled his uncle. Dudley and Petunia watched the exchange.
"They are on the side of the Dementor's." News of the breakout at Azkaban had come just before the end of the school year.
Aunt Petunia gasped and dropped her piece of fruit.
"Made a mistake? How can blowing up a house be a mistake? WE HAD TO SAY IT WAS A GAS LEAK!!" roared his Uncle. Dudley and Petunia cringed but Harry kept eating.
"They weren't meant to attack so hard. They were only meant to scare the living daylights out of you."
"Well it efffing worked!" growled his uncle. "This is your entire fault boy!"
"Do you think I enjoyed it? Growled Harry, "do you think I like being chased by the underlings of Voldemort, having to fight Dementor's, and loosing my memory, almost losing my friends? Do you think I enjoy that stuff?" "Well you come through it alright. We had our house blown out from under us!" yelled his uncle.
"Came through it alright? Came through it alright?" Harry rolled up his sleeve to show them the scars from his window exit the year before. The white slashes criss crossed his arm. "Is that coming through it alright?" he growled. He was standing now. So was his uncle.
"Go to your room and if I hear another peep out of you this summer you'll be sorry!" yelled his uncle.
"Fix your own meals then." Sneered Harry and stomped up stairs.
He calmed down once he was in his room. Mainly because there was a tiny owl zooming around. He grabbed Pig and pulled the letter from his leg.
"Hi Harry, How are the Muggle's treating you? Mum says she wants you to come and stay but Dumbledore says you have to stay where you are for a while. I think he's crazy. Anyway, hope this reaches you, Pig's in a funny mood.
See you soon I hope. Ron."
Harry scribbled a note to his friend, "the muggle's have already sent me to my room. It's ok though because I'd murder Uncle Vernon if I went near him. I know why Dumbledore wants me to stay here and that's ok, but as soon as that time is over I'm out of here. I don't care if I have to sleep rough for a while, but I'll be out of here. Dudley's still on the diet, so everyone else is too. We had one slice of melon for lunch. YUK.
See you soon I hope. Harry."
*** Far away from Harry. There was a small red brick house. It was night time and everyone in the house was asleep. But not for long. There was a tremendous BANG and the windows blew in and everyone in the house woke to evil laughter. If a neighbor had been watching they would have heard screams and seen flashes. When the fighting was over the two adults in the house were unconscious and the teenage girl could do nothing but cry.
***
Things went like that for a while. Harry stayed in his room, read his books, even ordered the book list for next year by owl post, arranging for it to arrive by OWL post in the middle of the night. From then on he studied, hoping that he might actually be ahead of Hermione at the start of the year. He was dying to try the spells but couldn't because he had been in enough trouble with the Ministry over the last few years. Try as he might he couldn't get one thought out of his head and he was afraid it was going to give him a big head, like Percy. He was head boy. Then Harry remembered Percy and frowned.
He wrote a letter to Percy, asking if he sill thought that he, Harry that is, was still insane.
Percy answered primly that he was sure of it and asked him not to write to him again. For lack of a better response, Harry stuck out his tongue at the letter, wondering what to do about Percy.
*** Time passes***
It was the dead of night and number four Privet Drive, but Harry was watching his watch impatiently, watching the seconds tick by. The second hand ticked round to the twelve and past, and Harry smiled. He was seventeen.
There was a tap at his window. A handsome tawny owl was waiting patiently to be let in. Harry opened the window and the bird pulled a letter out of the stack it had tied to its foot and dropped it in front of him. Then it held out its other leg, and Harry dropped a couple of Knuts into the little leather pouch.
The letter was from the ministry of magic.
"Mr Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you are now an adult wizard. This means of course that you do not have to be at Hogwarts School of magic to practice your art. There are, however a few guidelines. (It continued like that for a while, laying down all the rules and Harry was pleased to note that playing tricks on his relatives was not banned, but they did caution against it, especially with some of the stronger charms).
Please adhere to thee rules and guidelines.
Yours sincerely, Madame Bones."
Harry smiled, remembering the woman at the inquiry last year.
Hedwig tapped at the window. Harry let her in and smiled when he saw she carried some presents for the presents. He laid down the letter and opened the presents. There was a card and a quill from Ginny, which made Harry wonder whether or not she still had a crush on him (he wrote he a thank you note anyway), there was an updated version of Quidditch through the ages from Ron, a jumper from Mrs. Weasley as well as some of her cooking, and a bag of trick, "strictly for use against non-magic folk (muggles)" from Fred and George. Oh Harry was going to have a good time with them!
It occurred to hi, as he fell asleep, that he hadn't heard from Hermione in a while.in fact she hadn't replied to his last letter. He supposed she was busy.
Far away, a girl cried.
AN; fist chappie done. REVIEW OR I WON'T CONTINUE!!!
R&R!!!
Chapter one.
End or Beginning?
This time Harry didn't follow the Dursley's out of the station. He led them. They were all a lot thinner, and Uncle Vernon's double chin had disappeared. Dudley was as beefy as ever, but Harry was pleased to note that he was now the same height as his cousin, perhaps a little taller. Aunt Petunia was jittery, someone brushed past her on the escalator out of the station and she squeaked like a mouse.
On the drive back to the new-and-improved number four Privet drive there was total and utter silence. Harry was quite glad of this as he wanted to get the last, rather hectic, year sorted out in his head. He was fairly sure that he was over Sirius's death, not over over, but getting there. At least he didn't feel like crying every time he thought of his departed godfather.
He was also fairly sure he knew how he was going to be able to finally defeat Voldemort. (AN; more on that one soon ^_^), but he didn't particularly want to think about that now, he was in the muggle world, and dark thoughts seemed out of place here.
Then he remembered that his birthday was coming soon. He would be 17. The coming of age for a wizard. The Dursley's had better look out. On one hand he could simply confound them by using magic on very chore he was to do, on another he could attack them, with harmless things like jelly legs curses and other funs stuff, like dung bombs. He must remember to write to Fred and George and ask them to send some of their new things over. He wondered idly what improvements they had made to the Canary Creams.
They reached number four and Harry could still scorch marks here and there around the garden. He couldn't remember fully what had happened last year, but he wasn't particularly sure he wanted to.
Hedwig was waiting for him when he entered his room, with a note from Lupin.
"Dear Harry, Nice to be home? Don't answer that. Dumbledore asked me to write to you and tell you that even at the slightest hint of danger to alert us, even if it's something trivial, that's out of place.
Enjoy your holidays.
Remus Lupin"
Harry thought that if anything was going to happen this summer it would have to be rather big to rival the attack last year, and his amnesia afterwards, and the attack by the Dementor's the year before that. He sighed, he often felt like he was running on full throttle since his fourth year at Hogwarts.
"You, boy, get down here and cook dinner!" came Uncle Vernon's roar. Harry sighed and put the letter he was still holding in his pocket. About two weeks and he could wave his wand to cook, but until then he had to use muggle methods.
When he came down the stairs they Dursley's were sitting around the table. Harry rolled his eyes and cut up the melon that they would share (Dudley's diet was still in progress).
When he had set plates down in front of them (carefully making sure he got the smallest bit or there would be trouble) he said,
"Well, you've all lost weight. That's a good thing, right?"
There was a silence, and then Vernon said with venom like Nagini's, "it's your fault, boy, so don't make light of it."
Harry's temper began to rise, even though he wasn't sure why.
"The Death Eaters made a mistake." He said with cold clarity.
"What the ruddy hell are those?" snarled his uncle. Dudley and Petunia watched the exchange.
"They are on the side of the Dementor's." News of the breakout at Azkaban had come just before the end of the school year.
Aunt Petunia gasped and dropped her piece of fruit.
"Made a mistake? How can blowing up a house be a mistake? WE HAD TO SAY IT WAS A GAS LEAK!!" roared his Uncle. Dudley and Petunia cringed but Harry kept eating.
"They weren't meant to attack so hard. They were only meant to scare the living daylights out of you."
"Well it efffing worked!" growled his uncle. "This is your entire fault boy!"
"Do you think I enjoyed it? Growled Harry, "do you think I like being chased by the underlings of Voldemort, having to fight Dementor's, and loosing my memory, almost losing my friends? Do you think I enjoy that stuff?" "Well you come through it alright. We had our house blown out from under us!" yelled his uncle.
"Came through it alright? Came through it alright?" Harry rolled up his sleeve to show them the scars from his window exit the year before. The white slashes criss crossed his arm. "Is that coming through it alright?" he growled. He was standing now. So was his uncle.
"Go to your room and if I hear another peep out of you this summer you'll be sorry!" yelled his uncle.
"Fix your own meals then." Sneered Harry and stomped up stairs.
He calmed down once he was in his room. Mainly because there was a tiny owl zooming around. He grabbed Pig and pulled the letter from his leg.
"Hi Harry, How are the Muggle's treating you? Mum says she wants you to come and stay but Dumbledore says you have to stay where you are for a while. I think he's crazy. Anyway, hope this reaches you, Pig's in a funny mood.
See you soon I hope. Ron."
Harry scribbled a note to his friend, "the muggle's have already sent me to my room. It's ok though because I'd murder Uncle Vernon if I went near him. I know why Dumbledore wants me to stay here and that's ok, but as soon as that time is over I'm out of here. I don't care if I have to sleep rough for a while, but I'll be out of here. Dudley's still on the diet, so everyone else is too. We had one slice of melon for lunch. YUK.
See you soon I hope. Harry."
*** Far away from Harry. There was a small red brick house. It was night time and everyone in the house was asleep. But not for long. There was a tremendous BANG and the windows blew in and everyone in the house woke to evil laughter. If a neighbor had been watching they would have heard screams and seen flashes. When the fighting was over the two adults in the house were unconscious and the teenage girl could do nothing but cry.
***
Things went like that for a while. Harry stayed in his room, read his books, even ordered the book list for next year by owl post, arranging for it to arrive by OWL post in the middle of the night. From then on he studied, hoping that he might actually be ahead of Hermione at the start of the year. He was dying to try the spells but couldn't because he had been in enough trouble with the Ministry over the last few years. Try as he might he couldn't get one thought out of his head and he was afraid it was going to give him a big head, like Percy. He was head boy. Then Harry remembered Percy and frowned.
He wrote a letter to Percy, asking if he sill thought that he, Harry that is, was still insane.
Percy answered primly that he was sure of it and asked him not to write to him again. For lack of a better response, Harry stuck out his tongue at the letter, wondering what to do about Percy.
*** Time passes***
It was the dead of night and number four Privet Drive, but Harry was watching his watch impatiently, watching the seconds tick by. The second hand ticked round to the twelve and past, and Harry smiled. He was seventeen.
There was a tap at his window. A handsome tawny owl was waiting patiently to be let in. Harry opened the window and the bird pulled a letter out of the stack it had tied to its foot and dropped it in front of him. Then it held out its other leg, and Harry dropped a couple of Knuts into the little leather pouch.
The letter was from the ministry of magic.
"Mr Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you are now an adult wizard. This means of course that you do not have to be at Hogwarts School of magic to practice your art. There are, however a few guidelines. (It continued like that for a while, laying down all the rules and Harry was pleased to note that playing tricks on his relatives was not banned, but they did caution against it, especially with some of the stronger charms).
Please adhere to thee rules and guidelines.
Yours sincerely, Madame Bones."
Harry smiled, remembering the woman at the inquiry last year.
Hedwig tapped at the window. Harry let her in and smiled when he saw she carried some presents for the presents. He laid down the letter and opened the presents. There was a card and a quill from Ginny, which made Harry wonder whether or not she still had a crush on him (he wrote he a thank you note anyway), there was an updated version of Quidditch through the ages from Ron, a jumper from Mrs. Weasley as well as some of her cooking, and a bag of trick, "strictly for use against non-magic folk (muggles)" from Fred and George. Oh Harry was going to have a good time with them!
It occurred to hi, as he fell asleep, that he hadn't heard from Hermione in a while.in fact she hadn't replied to his last letter. He supposed she was busy.
Far away, a girl cried.
AN; fist chappie done. REVIEW OR I WON'T CONTINUE!!!