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Title:Acta Non Verba
Author: Ossë Lady of Gifts
Rating: M
Pairing: Harry Potter/Damien Smith
Warnings: Language, violence, slash, Male/Male, angst, drama, eventually creature Harry
Ages:
Harry Potter: 16
Hermione Granger: 16
Ronald Weasley: 16
Damien Smith: 16
Daphne Smith: 13
Daniel Smith: 5
Summary: Harry received his Hogwarts letter. Only, it wasn't the usual letter... It said that he was to start school one week before all the other students... And why does it say that he's going to have someone that guards him? Left with nothing but that as information Harry starts to wonder what's going to happen this year at Hogwarts...
Chapter 1: Absum!
It was raining, and the moon shone brightly through a window on No. 4 Privet Drive. In that windowsill sat a teenager holding a letter. He could hear the rest of the people in the house sleeping soundly; but this teenager with black hair and emerald eyes could not sleep. He knew what he was going to see if he closed his eyes and allowed himself to sleep.
Sure, Harry Potter knew he needed sleep, but he did sleep… but only when no one in the household was home… He didn't want anyone to hear his scream as he relived his godfather's death… or remembered Cedric Diggory's.
Harry sighed and looked down at the letter, reading it one more time.
ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS
Pass Grades: Outstanding (O)
Exceeds Expectations (E)
Acceptable (A)
Fail Grades: Poor (P)
Dreadful (D)
Troll (T)
HARRY JAMES POTTER HAS ACHIEVED:
Astronomy: E
Care of Magical Cratures: O
Charms: O
Defence Against the Dark Arts: O
Divination: D
Herbology: E
History of Magic: A
Potions: E
Transfiguration: O
He had eight OWLs. Harry sighed again. He had been hoping that he would not have this many classes- he had planned to spend as much time possible in the Room of Requirement, training. Making sure that what had happened last year would not happen again.
Next time he met with Voldemort, it was going to be the last time. He was going to end it, and he knew that he would have to die as well if he wanted the evil wizard off the planet for good. He had forced Dumbledore to tell him at the end of last year how his link with Voldemort worked.
It had turned out that he had a piece of Voldemort's soul inside his scar… which meant that he was suppose to cast the killing curse at the same time that Voldemort cast it. And Harry was not to avoid the curse… He was supposed to let it hit him. To let it kill him.
After Dumbledore had said that, he had been horrified. But now he was at peace with the idea. After all, he got to meet his parents and his godfather again… At least, that was what he told himself.
Harry jumped down from the windowsill and made his way to his bed, where another letter awaited him. Only this one was from Hogwarts. He picked it up and began reading that one again. This had become a procedure during the last hour.
Dear Mr. Potter,
You have received eight OWLs and will therefore take eight classes. But due to certain
circumstances you are to have a guard around you 24/7 and you will also have special
education in those areas that the staff find necessary. You are to arrive at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry one week before the term actually starts. A list of things you'll need will
be accompanying this letter.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Something about this letter told him he was not going to have very much time to practise on his own…
Harry sat down on his bed, and for the fifth time this hour he started talking to Hedwig; he had no one else to talk to.
"Why would I need a guard with me?" He asked as he lay down and looked up at the ceiling. "It's not as if I'm going to run into danger as soon as it finds me!"
Hedwig opened a sleepy eye and hooted at him, telling him, yes, he WAS going to jump into danger headfirst without thinking things through first.
"Yeah, yeah… whatever…" Harry answered back drowsily.
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Harry heard the creak of the mattress as his uncle woke up and with clumsy, heavy steps, started to walk around in the room. To Harry's ears, it sounded like elephants were in the house. He heard the door open, and then the came the so called wake up for Harry as he always pretended to be asleep when he noticed that the sun was about to rise.
He knew what was coming but laid still.
First came the opening to his door, which took a minute considering all the locks. Then came the heavy steps towards him and after that his blanket was ripped of his form and lastly came the ice cold water.
He flew up, only to be hit hard in his face. He could hear something crack, and felt the blood running from his nose. He looked up at his uncle, who was standing there with a smug face.
"You should've learned by now, boy, to wake up sooner!" he sneered as he looked down on him with disgust in his eyes. "Now clean this mess up and then come down and start with the breakfast!"
Harry answered by staring hatefully back at Vernon. As soon as the man had walked out, he took paper from his nightstand and pressed it against his nose. After about ten minutes the flow stopped and he started to change clothes and changed the bed sheets.
He made his way down to the kitchen at a slow pace, knowing that his uncle would not hit him because he was afraid Harry was going to write to the Order; he most certainly did not want them to come here.
Harry walked smoothly and silently into the kitchen, something that he learnt over the years. Otherwise, he would always get beat up by Dudley, his cousin, since he was watching his favourite TV show. When Harry had been younger, he had teased Dudley by "accidentally" dropping knives and forks onto the counter, making a very big noise. But considering he had been younger, he had easily fit into small gaps that his fat cousin could not. But that was much harder now that he had grown, thanks to all the Quidditch practise.
After he was done with the breakfast, he made his way up to his bedroom and found that he had an owl with a letter waiting for him.
He untied the letter and gave the owl some owl treats before it flew out through the window. Harry opened the letter quickly and scanned it through.
Dear Harry,
I hope you're feeling well.I am feeling rather tired considering itwas the full moon last night.
The reason I'm writing this letter toyou is because Dumbledore has agreed to let you come
to the Order will come and pick you uptoday at 4 p.m.
Best wishes,
Remus
Harry threw the letter aside and frantically began packing his trunk, making sure he got everything down, even though it was several hours left until the Order would come. As he was packing, the slight teenager had only one thing going through his mind- "I'm outta here!"