Harry Potter and the ancient Magic
Chapter one
By: Lauren Blease
a/n: Ok, I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, all of those of course belong to J.K. Rowling. This story is set to take place as Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts
It was nine o'clock in the morning when Harry woke up, he was now able to get up and go to sleep at his leisure as it seemed that the Dursely's fear of him and his godfather, Sirius had only increased since the summer before his fourth year. He wandered on down to the kitchen and found that they were no longer following Dudley's horrendous diet and would be able to eat freely. Harry could just remember this time yesterday, he had been getting ready to board the Hogwarts train, but sadly, now, he was back with the dreadful Dursely's and it seemed that he would need to get out his calendar again to mark down the days.
As he plodded down to the dining room he heard Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, fighting in loud voices. "I absolutely do not want my ickle Duddiekins going to a school that will not allow him. And he should not have to go on that horrible diet. It makes him weary."
"Petunia," Uncle Vernon spat, sounding much like Snape when he said, 'Harry,' "You must see reason! I will not have Dudley be treated second class and going to a public school, I went to Smeltings myself and It is family tradition that Dudley go there as well."
Harry had to work hard not to laugh, Smeltings would not allow him! The great brute, it seemed like he had finally got what was coming to him. And after all those years of torture Dudley would be going to a normal old school, perhaps he would even have to wear those awful gray school clothes that Aunt Petunia had tried to make him wear years ago, Harry thought gleefully.
As he came down his relatives must have heard the stairs creak because they stopped talking abruptly. They both left the room and went to watch TV because Dudley wasn't there to take over the remote. All three of them now avoided Harry whenever possible, and Harry was definitely not complaining.
He even thought he would have been perfectly if he could go live with Sirius wherever he was, he hadn't received a letter from him in a while, but he had seen him after the third task...and after Cedric died. Harry felt a pang of guilt. It had been his fault Cedric had died.
But Harry was trying not to think about that, even though trying not to think about it sometimes had the opposite effect. The issue he was most interested in was why Dumbledore wanted him to stay at his relation's house. Also, when Harry had been in the graveyard with Voldemort and the death eaters, Voldemort had said something about him not being able to touch Harry when he was at the Dursely's house because of an ancient magic that Dumbledore had invoked that even Voldemort could not break. Also Harry thought about something that Dumbledore had said at the end of the last year, he said to find a few people, and he heard the name Arabella Figg in with those names. He wondered if this was the same Ms. Figg that he had had to endure when the Dursely's went on a vacation or traveled for some reason. The same Mrs. Figg whose house reeked of cats.
Harry knew there was only one way to find this out, he would have to ask her. Now of course he couldn't do it outright, that would be extremely bad if it wasn't the same person. But Harry did not even know if she would be at her house. She could be even at Hogwarts or with Dumbledore, because he did say to get her, didn't he?
Anyway, as Harry pondered this and poured the milk in his cereal, he heard a thundering plodding on the stairs and knew that it had to be Dudley, because nothing else human on this earth could make noise such as that with just the mere touch of a foot on carpet. Harry rushed out of the kitchen and waited behind the staircase near his old closet that had sufficed as a room for eleven years. He looked at it and remembered the last night he had spent in it. That could have only been a few days before Hagrid had come and rescued him. Dudley slowly made his way into the kitchen and Harry sneaked up the stairs.
After Harry had plodded into his new bed he picked up a book that Hermione had leant him for summer reading. She had been egging him and Ron to read it constantly, but they just were not interested. But as long as he had nothing else to do he decided to read it to escape from number four Privet drive and back to Hogwarts. The book was, of course, Hogwarts, a history.
After about an hour of reading he was only onto chapter two, the book was volumes thick, and as he flipped through the pages he saw maps of Hogwarts. 'This must have been what they (Lupin, Sirius, his dad, and Pettigrew) used to draw the map.' They had of course used that book, as it was one of the most useful. Harry also saw a couple pictures of the house mascots, and he saw a complete diagram of a quidditch field complete with little dots labeled with names. It looked as the marauders map had. A few of the names he saw were James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and on the opposite side he spotted Lucius Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle must not have had first names, Harry laughed a bit. As he scanned the page more carefully, he saw one dot labled, Harry Potter. Quite astonished Harry touched the page and it rippled, as though it had been made of liquid. He decided to bring out his broom, to maybe see what this was.
He put the book down and left it open to its page as he brought his firebolt out of his trunk which was definitely allowed in his room. There was after all no rule about no flying in the decree for underage wizarding law. He walked back over to the book laying on his bed. Clutching his broom he put a foot quite through the book, and there seemed to be no bottom. It felt like one of Hogwarts trick steps, he couldn't get out, so he decided to give into it, and fell completely into the book. He was rescued onto his broom, and once again felt that sensation of flying that he had not felt since the first task. He was soaring, but he finally opened his eyes and saw that this real place was not dusty and brown like the book, but in real color, and he could he Hogwarts in it's usual place, this was the quidditch field, and evidently the maze was gone. Harry looked around and saw what looked almost like ghosts, they were more like spirits though, not that Harry had ever seen one.
He looked down, the crowd was packed in the stands, a crowd made simply of the spirit- like things though. "Harry!" Yelled a voice from Harry's left.
Harry was lost for words. He opened up his mouth, and a gasp of a, "Dad?" came out. "But...but...how?" Harry was bewildered, and almost fell off of his broom.
"Harry, I brought you here, finally, I need you to help us win the match!" His voice was boyish and his cheeks full of rosy color. Harry felt like he was looking at an exact replica of himself. And then....he did fall off his broom.
Chapter one
By: Lauren Blease
a/n: Ok, I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, all of those of course belong to J.K. Rowling. This story is set to take place as Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts
It was nine o'clock in the morning when Harry woke up, he was now able to get up and go to sleep at his leisure as it seemed that the Dursely's fear of him and his godfather, Sirius had only increased since the summer before his fourth year. He wandered on down to the kitchen and found that they were no longer following Dudley's horrendous diet and would be able to eat freely. Harry could just remember this time yesterday, he had been getting ready to board the Hogwarts train, but sadly, now, he was back with the dreadful Dursely's and it seemed that he would need to get out his calendar again to mark down the days.
As he plodded down to the dining room he heard Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, fighting in loud voices. "I absolutely do not want my ickle Duddiekins going to a school that will not allow him. And he should not have to go on that horrible diet. It makes him weary."
"Petunia," Uncle Vernon spat, sounding much like Snape when he said, 'Harry,' "You must see reason! I will not have Dudley be treated second class and going to a public school, I went to Smeltings myself and It is family tradition that Dudley go there as well."
Harry had to work hard not to laugh, Smeltings would not allow him! The great brute, it seemed like he had finally got what was coming to him. And after all those years of torture Dudley would be going to a normal old school, perhaps he would even have to wear those awful gray school clothes that Aunt Petunia had tried to make him wear years ago, Harry thought gleefully.
As he came down his relatives must have heard the stairs creak because they stopped talking abruptly. They both left the room and went to watch TV because Dudley wasn't there to take over the remote. All three of them now avoided Harry whenever possible, and Harry was definitely not complaining.
He even thought he would have been perfectly if he could go live with Sirius wherever he was, he hadn't received a letter from him in a while, but he had seen him after the third task...and after Cedric died. Harry felt a pang of guilt. It had been his fault Cedric had died.
But Harry was trying not to think about that, even though trying not to think about it sometimes had the opposite effect. The issue he was most interested in was why Dumbledore wanted him to stay at his relation's house. Also, when Harry had been in the graveyard with Voldemort and the death eaters, Voldemort had said something about him not being able to touch Harry when he was at the Dursely's house because of an ancient magic that Dumbledore had invoked that even Voldemort could not break. Also Harry thought about something that Dumbledore had said at the end of the last year, he said to find a few people, and he heard the name Arabella Figg in with those names. He wondered if this was the same Ms. Figg that he had had to endure when the Dursely's went on a vacation or traveled for some reason. The same Mrs. Figg whose house reeked of cats.
Harry knew there was only one way to find this out, he would have to ask her. Now of course he couldn't do it outright, that would be extremely bad if it wasn't the same person. But Harry did not even know if she would be at her house. She could be even at Hogwarts or with Dumbledore, because he did say to get her, didn't he?
Anyway, as Harry pondered this and poured the milk in his cereal, he heard a thundering plodding on the stairs and knew that it had to be Dudley, because nothing else human on this earth could make noise such as that with just the mere touch of a foot on carpet. Harry rushed out of the kitchen and waited behind the staircase near his old closet that had sufficed as a room for eleven years. He looked at it and remembered the last night he had spent in it. That could have only been a few days before Hagrid had come and rescued him. Dudley slowly made his way into the kitchen and Harry sneaked up the stairs.
After Harry had plodded into his new bed he picked up a book that Hermione had leant him for summer reading. She had been egging him and Ron to read it constantly, but they just were not interested. But as long as he had nothing else to do he decided to read it to escape from number four Privet drive and back to Hogwarts. The book was, of course, Hogwarts, a history.
After about an hour of reading he was only onto chapter two, the book was volumes thick, and as he flipped through the pages he saw maps of Hogwarts. 'This must have been what they (Lupin, Sirius, his dad, and Pettigrew) used to draw the map.' They had of course used that book, as it was one of the most useful. Harry also saw a couple pictures of the house mascots, and he saw a complete diagram of a quidditch field complete with little dots labeled with names. It looked as the marauders map had. A few of the names he saw were James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and on the opposite side he spotted Lucius Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle must not have had first names, Harry laughed a bit. As he scanned the page more carefully, he saw one dot labled, Harry Potter. Quite astonished Harry touched the page and it rippled, as though it had been made of liquid. He decided to bring out his broom, to maybe see what this was.
He put the book down and left it open to its page as he brought his firebolt out of his trunk which was definitely allowed in his room. There was after all no rule about no flying in the decree for underage wizarding law. He walked back over to the book laying on his bed. Clutching his broom he put a foot quite through the book, and there seemed to be no bottom. It felt like one of Hogwarts trick steps, he couldn't get out, so he decided to give into it, and fell completely into the book. He was rescued onto his broom, and once again felt that sensation of flying that he had not felt since the first task. He was soaring, but he finally opened his eyes and saw that this real place was not dusty and brown like the book, but in real color, and he could he Hogwarts in it's usual place, this was the quidditch field, and evidently the maze was gone. Harry looked around and saw what looked almost like ghosts, they were more like spirits though, not that Harry had ever seen one.
He looked down, the crowd was packed in the stands, a crowd made simply of the spirit- like things though. "Harry!" Yelled a voice from Harry's left.
Harry was lost for words. He opened up his mouth, and a gasp of a, "Dad?" came out. "But...but...how?" Harry was bewildered, and almost fell off of his broom.
"Harry, I brought you here, finally, I need you to help us win the match!" His voice was boyish and his cheeks full of rosy color. Harry felt like he was looking at an exact replica of himself. And then....he did fall off his broom.