A New Start to an Old End
[Author's Note: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoy chapter one. It's about Harry going off to live with Siruis and attending the 5th year at Hogwarts and he's convinced it's going to be a fresh start, but little does he know, some things never change. R&R!]
[Chapter 1: A long awaited Reunion]
Harry woke up, startled. He heard a loud thump from downstairswhich woke him up. Next door, he could hear Uncle Vernon grunting and shuffling to get downstairs. Harry sat up and listened keenly. He put on his glasses and looked at his bedside alarm clock, and it read 4:54 am.
"Petunia! Dudley! Come and look at this!" Uncle Vernon bellowed.
Though Harry was uninvited, Harry stood up and tip-toed towards his door and pressed his ear against it.
"Come on, Dudders honey, your father is calling," Aunt Petunia was waking a very sleepy and very fat Dudley. After a few moments, anda after several more of Uncle Vernon's yells, Aunt Petunia and a very reluctant Dudley descended down the stairs.
Harry heard Aunt Petunia gasp and Dudley whimper and Uncle Vernon telling them to stay back.
"Oh Vernon, do something!"
"Daddy, make it go away!"
Harry couldn't take it anymore. His curiosity was killing him and he threw open his door and went down the stairs and into his living room where the Dursleys were huddled, terrified. Harry followed their line of gaze to the electrical fireplace which was occupied with something. Something lurking in the shadows and animal-like. Harry could make out two glittering incisors and two gleaming eyes. Harry, too was scared, which is not likely, since he attended the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Harry being a wizard and going on to his fifth year at the school had encountered many strange and dangerous things and had faced death numerous times and had gotten away save and somewhat undangered. This thing however, was something out of Hagrid, the part giant (but very friendly) gamekeeper of Hogwarts' book of 'Bewitching Beasts.'
"You boy, make it go away! Now or I'll make sure you don't live to see another day," Uncle Vernon gritted at Harry.
" I don't know what it is, you know just as well I couldn't have done this by using magic, you've locked all my school stuff away!" The Dursleys hadn't forgotten what Fred and George Weasley's Ton Tongue Toffee had done the previous summer when the Weasley brothers (including, Ron, one of Harry's best friends at Hogwarts,) and their father had come to pick Harry up so he could spend the summer at The Burrow and witness the Quidditch World Cup. Dudley's tongue had elongated because the toffees were magic and the Weasley twins were practical jokers.
" Well, do something!" squealed Aunt Petunia, she was terrified of all sorts of animals, not to mention beasts with gleaming eyes and drooling front.
"If only you could give me my...," Harry dared not to complete his sentence. He wanted his magic wand since it never failed to make Harry feel safe, but the look on Uncle Vernon's face was the answer enough for him. Uncle Vernon despised magic of all sort and refused to accept Harry as his nephew and told everyone that he was 'mentally disabled' and attended St. Brutses School of Madly Malacious Children. Harry stepped up and tried to get a closer look at the beast. It was rather brave of him, since every time before when he was facing a challenge, he had always had the protection of his wand. The beast was on its fours and it too stepped out of the shadows. It lifted its front paw, Aunt Petunia shrieked, and it stroked Harry's arm. A slow and genuine smile crept across Harry's face. He couldn't believe it! His dream had come true at last! He will at last leave Privet Drive and the miserable Dursleys and this troubled lifestyle.
"You've come back! You've come back for me. I knew you would!"
"Daddy," Dudley whispered. "Daddy, he's gone mad! He's gone mad, he's talking to that- that thing! "
"Turn around Petunia, Dudley, and quielty, make your way to the phone. We're going to call the police," Uncle Vernon whispered back still staring at Harry and the beast.
But before any of the Dursleys could make a move, their feet froze on their spot and their jaws hung open, for where the beast was, there now stood a grown man with shaggy black hair and dark, sunken eyes. He wore shattered rags and his arm rested on Harry's shoulder.
[Author's Note: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoy chapter one. It's about Harry going off to live with Siruis and attending the 5th year at Hogwarts and he's convinced it's going to be a fresh start, but little does he know, some things never change. R&R!]
[Chapter 1: A long awaited Reunion]
Harry woke up, startled. He heard a loud thump from downstairswhich woke him up. Next door, he could hear Uncle Vernon grunting and shuffling to get downstairs. Harry sat up and listened keenly. He put on his glasses and looked at his bedside alarm clock, and it read 4:54 am.
"Petunia! Dudley! Come and look at this!" Uncle Vernon bellowed.
Though Harry was uninvited, Harry stood up and tip-toed towards his door and pressed his ear against it.
"Come on, Dudders honey, your father is calling," Aunt Petunia was waking a very sleepy and very fat Dudley. After a few moments, anda after several more of Uncle Vernon's yells, Aunt Petunia and a very reluctant Dudley descended down the stairs.
Harry heard Aunt Petunia gasp and Dudley whimper and Uncle Vernon telling them to stay back.
"Oh Vernon, do something!"
"Daddy, make it go away!"
Harry couldn't take it anymore. His curiosity was killing him and he threw open his door and went down the stairs and into his living room where the Dursleys were huddled, terrified. Harry followed their line of gaze to the electrical fireplace which was occupied with something. Something lurking in the shadows and animal-like. Harry could make out two glittering incisors and two gleaming eyes. Harry, too was scared, which is not likely, since he attended the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Harry being a wizard and going on to his fifth year at the school had encountered many strange and dangerous things and had faced death numerous times and had gotten away save and somewhat undangered. This thing however, was something out of Hagrid, the part giant (but very friendly) gamekeeper of Hogwarts' book of 'Bewitching Beasts.'
"You boy, make it go away! Now or I'll make sure you don't live to see another day," Uncle Vernon gritted at Harry.
" I don't know what it is, you know just as well I couldn't have done this by using magic, you've locked all my school stuff away!" The Dursleys hadn't forgotten what Fred and George Weasley's Ton Tongue Toffee had done the previous summer when the Weasley brothers (including, Ron, one of Harry's best friends at Hogwarts,) and their father had come to pick Harry up so he could spend the summer at The Burrow and witness the Quidditch World Cup. Dudley's tongue had elongated because the toffees were magic and the Weasley twins were practical jokers.
" Well, do something!" squealed Aunt Petunia, she was terrified of all sorts of animals, not to mention beasts with gleaming eyes and drooling front.
"If only you could give me my...," Harry dared not to complete his sentence. He wanted his magic wand since it never failed to make Harry feel safe, but the look on Uncle Vernon's face was the answer enough for him. Uncle Vernon despised magic of all sort and refused to accept Harry as his nephew and told everyone that he was 'mentally disabled' and attended St. Brutses School of Madly Malacious Children. Harry stepped up and tried to get a closer look at the beast. It was rather brave of him, since every time before when he was facing a challenge, he had always had the protection of his wand. The beast was on its fours and it too stepped out of the shadows. It lifted its front paw, Aunt Petunia shrieked, and it stroked Harry's arm. A slow and genuine smile crept across Harry's face. He couldn't believe it! His dream had come true at last! He will at last leave Privet Drive and the miserable Dursleys and this troubled lifestyle.
"You've come back! You've come back for me. I knew you would!"
"Daddy," Dudley whispered. "Daddy, he's gone mad! He's gone mad, he's talking to that- that thing! "
"Turn around Petunia, Dudley, and quielty, make your way to the phone. We're going to call the police," Uncle Vernon whispered back still staring at Harry and the beast.
But before any of the Dursleys could make a move, their feet froze on their spot and their jaws hung open, for where the beast was, there now stood a grown man with shaggy black hair and dark, sunken eyes. He wore shattered rags and his arm rested on Harry's shoulder.