Harry Potter and the Summer of Death
Chapter 1: Dreams of a Different Sort
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter nor CCS so please don't sue me (I
have no money)
Young Harry Potter was yet again laying back on his saggy bed at the Dursley's remembering the dream he'd just awoken from. Another dream.
That sure was weird. he rolled over to stare at Hedwig's empty cage. How on earth am I supposed to figure that out?
Unable to answer his own question he crossed the room to his window as the lights on Privet Drive were flickering to life in the darkness. The darkness. The Dursley's hadn't retired yet. He could hear the TV blaring downstairs. Some game show. How could they watch those things when the world was in such great danger? And WHAT DID THAT DREAM MEAN?
Sighing he began to pace. The girl with the cards, the boy with the sword, golden light...all of it made no sense! Especially considering he'd been having a lot of these dreams lately. He paused to stare at the photo album Hagrid had given him fourteen years ago, correction fifteen now.
Flipping through it he watched the moving pictures of his friends. They were being great, sending him letters and all with news about what was happening and consoling him, but it wasn't what he wanted. It was his fault Sirius was dead. If he hadn't tried to play the hero and raced off to save the day The Order of the Phoenix wouldn't have had to come save him and his friends thus preventing the death of Sirius.
Running his hands through his hair in an effort to contain his anger he paced harder and faster. He was angry at Tom Riddle for giving into the darkness in his heart, he was angry at Voldemort for ruining the lives of so many and he was angry at himself for letting it go to his head that he was the hero and had to handle everything on his own!
The room was too small he decided. He was choking on his own self pity! He needed to get out and run around, vent some of his frustration on something more then his pillow. He needed to run away...
But Voldemort was looking for him and if he left this Muggle home he would surely die. Boy, a lot of choice he had! Finally his exhausted brain saw him to sleep but the dreams never left him and once again he dreamed of Sirius' death with Voldemort's evil laugh echoing over and over in his head...
* * *
The next morning came as it always did. Vernon went off to work, Petunia cleaned house and Dudley went off to spend some "bonding" time with his fat-nosed girlfriend, Helga whom had moved to their neighbourhood merely two weeks ago. They had instantly found they'd had a lot in common. Helga also liked to smoke, beat up littler beings then herself (which was most of the population) and generally get into all sorts of trouble.
Harry took occasional walks to the park but Petunia was always extra jumpy when he left stating that he must come back within the hour. He was sure Petunia wouldn't mind if he walked out and never came back. It had something to do with that promise to Dumbledore.
The sparrows watched from their perches on the hydro lines as a black haired teen, his head hung low in suppressed emotion walked beneath them and they cocked their own in confusion. How could anyone be so unhappy on a day like this?
As if sensing their presence he raised his head, sucking in a breath of sweet summer air. On a day like this it was almost possible to forget his fate.
Walking on he seated himself on one of the park swings, pushing himself off so hard the set squeaked in protest. Too much to dwell on, after all why think on it when nothing could be changed. It was probably best to just move on. Probably.
After what felt like less then a minute he knew in the back of his mind he should return. Should.
He stood up, pondering whether to listen to his subconscious or purposely disobey. As always these days guilt won over what breaking the rules had cost him and he started home.
Deciding on the way of concealment he stuck to the park path rather then by way of the road which led him through an alley of flowering cherry trees. This bunch were always late. He could hear the breeze in the overhead branches as if telling an ancient tale.
He gave a half hearted smile. Yah, the tale of the great Harry Potter who sentenced his godfather to death and will probably lead his friends down the same path. A path like this one...
"The key that holds the power of darkness..."
Harry stopped as he heard the familiar voice.
"Reveal your true form to me...'
Harry began to run toward the voice which was coming from further down the path.
"I, Sakura, commands thee under convert. Release!"
He caught sight of the girl just as a blinding light erupted from an object in the girl's right palm. Holding a hand up to his face he watched as the tiny object in the girl's hand grew to a pink staff with a star a top opposite the handle. As the light faded Harry became aware of the other presence before him. A black cloaked figure was gliding toward the girl, its breath rattling, silver hands extended.
Harry whipped out his wand to call upon his Patronus but hesitated as he saw the girl (of around fifteen he reckoned now) pull a card from her pocket and throw it above her head.
Her voice cried through the web of darkness the Dementor was creating as powerful winds whipped around her.
"Light!"
The world seemed to explode! Harry was forced to his knees in an effort to protect his eyes from the white world that now shone around him. He could hear the strangled scream of the Dementor as it vanished.
When he could once again see his shadow he lifted his head to see (a little blurrily at first) the girl leaning over him.
"Are you alrigh?" she asked, struggling a little with the language.
"Yah." Harry could now acknowledge and describe clearly what she was wearing although why he noticed it now he was not sure.
She wore a white T-shirt with blue trim around the collar and folded sleeves, a pink skirt fitted primly around her slender legs to her knees. He looked up into sparkling emerald eyes encircled by swaying auburn hair with pink bows to hold back the stray ends that tried to escape.
"That's good." she smiled, bending to pick up his wand which he'd dropped in his haste to cover his eyes. "You'd better take more care of this." She handed it to him. "You'll be needing it in the not too distant future."
Harry stared at her for a moment before getting quickly to his feet.
"Who are you?" he asked. A girl with this much power was someone to be wary of.
"I'm Sakura." she smiled, beginning to walk away.
"WAIT!" Harry reached out to grasp her arm. "Do you work for Dumbledore? Are you here to protect me?"
She seemed puzzled.
"No. I am merely here searching for a boy whom I must save."
"Who?"
"It is to be a secret. I must go!"
With that she wrenched from his grasp and ran through the underbrush. Harry tried to follow her but soon lost her in the uncut weeds.
He returned to the Dursley's and ignored lunch. It was as plain as day something was going on that Ron and Hermoine had neglected to tell him, or perhaps maybe they didn't know of it either...
To be continued...
Chapter 1: Dreams of a Different Sort
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter nor CCS so please don't sue me (I
have no money)
Young Harry Potter was yet again laying back on his saggy bed at the Dursley's remembering the dream he'd just awoken from. Another dream.
That sure was weird. he rolled over to stare at Hedwig's empty cage. How on earth am I supposed to figure that out?
Unable to answer his own question he crossed the room to his window as the lights on Privet Drive were flickering to life in the darkness. The darkness. The Dursley's hadn't retired yet. He could hear the TV blaring downstairs. Some game show. How could they watch those things when the world was in such great danger? And WHAT DID THAT DREAM MEAN?
Sighing he began to pace. The girl with the cards, the boy with the sword, golden light...all of it made no sense! Especially considering he'd been having a lot of these dreams lately. He paused to stare at the photo album Hagrid had given him fourteen years ago, correction fifteen now.
Flipping through it he watched the moving pictures of his friends. They were being great, sending him letters and all with news about what was happening and consoling him, but it wasn't what he wanted. It was his fault Sirius was dead. If he hadn't tried to play the hero and raced off to save the day The Order of the Phoenix wouldn't have had to come save him and his friends thus preventing the death of Sirius.
Running his hands through his hair in an effort to contain his anger he paced harder and faster. He was angry at Tom Riddle for giving into the darkness in his heart, he was angry at Voldemort for ruining the lives of so many and he was angry at himself for letting it go to his head that he was the hero and had to handle everything on his own!
The room was too small he decided. He was choking on his own self pity! He needed to get out and run around, vent some of his frustration on something more then his pillow. He needed to run away...
But Voldemort was looking for him and if he left this Muggle home he would surely die. Boy, a lot of choice he had! Finally his exhausted brain saw him to sleep but the dreams never left him and once again he dreamed of Sirius' death with Voldemort's evil laugh echoing over and over in his head...
* * *
The next morning came as it always did. Vernon went off to work, Petunia cleaned house and Dudley went off to spend some "bonding" time with his fat-nosed girlfriend, Helga whom had moved to their neighbourhood merely two weeks ago. They had instantly found they'd had a lot in common. Helga also liked to smoke, beat up littler beings then herself (which was most of the population) and generally get into all sorts of trouble.
Harry took occasional walks to the park but Petunia was always extra jumpy when he left stating that he must come back within the hour. He was sure Petunia wouldn't mind if he walked out and never came back. It had something to do with that promise to Dumbledore.
The sparrows watched from their perches on the hydro lines as a black haired teen, his head hung low in suppressed emotion walked beneath them and they cocked their own in confusion. How could anyone be so unhappy on a day like this?
As if sensing their presence he raised his head, sucking in a breath of sweet summer air. On a day like this it was almost possible to forget his fate.
Walking on he seated himself on one of the park swings, pushing himself off so hard the set squeaked in protest. Too much to dwell on, after all why think on it when nothing could be changed. It was probably best to just move on. Probably.
After what felt like less then a minute he knew in the back of his mind he should return. Should.
He stood up, pondering whether to listen to his subconscious or purposely disobey. As always these days guilt won over what breaking the rules had cost him and he started home.
Deciding on the way of concealment he stuck to the park path rather then by way of the road which led him through an alley of flowering cherry trees. This bunch were always late. He could hear the breeze in the overhead branches as if telling an ancient tale.
He gave a half hearted smile. Yah, the tale of the great Harry Potter who sentenced his godfather to death and will probably lead his friends down the same path. A path like this one...
"The key that holds the power of darkness..."
Harry stopped as he heard the familiar voice.
"Reveal your true form to me...'
Harry began to run toward the voice which was coming from further down the path.
"I, Sakura, commands thee under convert. Release!"
He caught sight of the girl just as a blinding light erupted from an object in the girl's right palm. Holding a hand up to his face he watched as the tiny object in the girl's hand grew to a pink staff with a star a top opposite the handle. As the light faded Harry became aware of the other presence before him. A black cloaked figure was gliding toward the girl, its breath rattling, silver hands extended.
Harry whipped out his wand to call upon his Patronus but hesitated as he saw the girl (of around fifteen he reckoned now) pull a card from her pocket and throw it above her head.
Her voice cried through the web of darkness the Dementor was creating as powerful winds whipped around her.
"Light!"
The world seemed to explode! Harry was forced to his knees in an effort to protect his eyes from the white world that now shone around him. He could hear the strangled scream of the Dementor as it vanished.
When he could once again see his shadow he lifted his head to see (a little blurrily at first) the girl leaning over him.
"Are you alrigh?" she asked, struggling a little with the language.
"Yah." Harry could now acknowledge and describe clearly what she was wearing although why he noticed it now he was not sure.
She wore a white T-shirt with blue trim around the collar and folded sleeves, a pink skirt fitted primly around her slender legs to her knees. He looked up into sparkling emerald eyes encircled by swaying auburn hair with pink bows to hold back the stray ends that tried to escape.
"That's good." she smiled, bending to pick up his wand which he'd dropped in his haste to cover his eyes. "You'd better take more care of this." She handed it to him. "You'll be needing it in the not too distant future."
Harry stared at her for a moment before getting quickly to his feet.
"Who are you?" he asked. A girl with this much power was someone to be wary of.
"I'm Sakura." she smiled, beginning to walk away.
"WAIT!" Harry reached out to grasp her arm. "Do you work for Dumbledore? Are you here to protect me?"
She seemed puzzled.
"No. I am merely here searching for a boy whom I must save."
"Who?"
"It is to be a secret. I must go!"
With that she wrenched from his grasp and ran through the underbrush. Harry tried to follow her but soon lost her in the uncut weeds.
He returned to the Dursley's and ignored lunch. It was as plain as day something was going on that Ron and Hermoine had neglected to tell him, or perhaps maybe they didn't know of it either...
To be continued...