Harry Potter and the Return of the Prophecy
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters that were written by J.K. Rowling. (I do wish that I did, along with half a million other kids in this world.) I do however own the storyline.
Category: Action/ Adventure
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OOTP
Summary: Harry returns to the Dursleys for the summer. Something there will change his break before returning to Hogwarts. You-Know-Who has a new plot of taking over Hogwarts, along with the world. Will Harry and his friends prevail again over the Dark Lord?
Authors Notes: Gets Better! R&R!
4 Privet Drive
Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts had just come to an unpleasant end. Voldemort had returned to power. He has to spend another lousy summer at the Dursley's because of some stupid charm Dumbledore had to put on him to protect him. Harry kept thinking that he could have just stayed at Hogwarts over the summer so Dumbledore could watch him. But no, things had to be the way they were. Harry's godfather, Sirius Black was now dead because of Bellatrix Lestrange. At least the Ministry of Magic would be pleased. Events leading to this summer weren't the greatest, and Harry had a sneaking suspicion that things wouldn't be that pleasant this summer. They hadn't even arrived to 4 Privet Drive, home of the Dursleys and Harry.
He was still in Uncle Vernon's car. Harry's cousin, Dudley, was sitting next to him, frozen in pure terror because he was extremely paranoid about meeting wizards. Even being the boxing champion at school, he couldn't bring himself up to hitting Harry, which was one of his favorite pastimes. Harry still remembered the time when Hagrid, his friend and gamekeeper at Hogwarts, had magically given him a pig's tail. Hagrid had meant to fully transfigure Dudley into a pig, but only a tail appeared. He chuckled at the thought of Dudley's tail. Harry looked over at Dudley and his face looked like his small mind was remembering the horrors of the night he had grown a pig's tail. Harry always forgot that Dudley didn't like his friends knowing, but always let that slip his mind when Dudley's friends were around. He always paid for his mistake later by becoming a punching bag for his fat cousin.
Harry's Aunt Petunia was sitting still, lips purged tightly together, which effectively showed the outline of her bony cheeks even more. Uncle Vernon was silent all the trip from King's Cross Station, excepting the time he yelled at a jaywalking pedestrian. Harry remembered that yelling was one of Uncle Vernon's favorite things to do, along with yelling at Harry, and of course yelling at Harry even louder.
As the car pulled into the driveway, Harry leapt out to unload his trunk and Hedwig's cage. The rest of his "family" hurried inside without a backwards glance, apparently scared that a wizard waiting around the corner would curse them, or turn them all into toads. Harry pulled the last of his luggage out and slammed the trunk of the car shut. He then lugged all of his belongings upstairs to his room, or Dudley's second room. He then started thinking to himself, "The summer shouldn't be too bad. The Order of the Phoenix members will look after me."
He remembered Mad-Eye Moody telling his uncle, "If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along."
Uncle Vernon had apparently thought that this old crackpot with the freaky wooden leg was just saying things in a menacing way. Harry remembered Vernon's ugly face explode into terror when Mad-Eye Moody revealed his electric blue eye from underneath his hat.
Harry started unpacking his cloaks, robes, and other things that had been stuffed inside the trunk. Suddenly Hedwig swooped in through Harry's open window with a dead mouse in her beak.
"Hello Hedwig." Harry replied to his snowy white owl.
She dropped the mouse and clicked her beak in a show-off sort of way. Harry rolled his eyes in an unapproving way. Hedwig, ignoring Harry's disapproval, started eating the mouse. After hastily shoving his possessions into drawers and cleaning up the remnants of Hedwig's dead mouse, he headed downstairs for dinner. He was particularly hungry after his long train ride home, but didn't expect Aunt Petunia to cook anything like the house-elves at Hogwarts. He remembered too well about the house elf by the name of Dobby, who had tried to save Harry in his second year of school from Lord Voldemort and a basilisk. Aunt Petunia quickly shoved a bowlful of stale Cheerios and a glass of water towards Harry's spot at the table. "Guess that rations around here haven't changed." Harry thought as he watched Aunt Petunia set down plates of dinner for Dudley and Uncle Vernon. She ate nothing herself but sat there, lips purged. Dudley was shoving food into his fat mouth, like he always was. "Guess that eating habits haven't changed at all either." he thought. Harry, being as hungry as he was, quickly shoveled spoonfuls of Cheerios into his mouth, only stopping to catch his breathe and to chew. He downed the glass of water in four gulps. He was about to proceed upstairs to his room to write to Hermione and Ron when Uncle Vernon shouted, "BOY, get down here!"
Harry obeyed and slowly entered into the kitchen. His shoes dragged along the spotless tiles of Aunt Petunia's perfectly kept kitchen, leaving tiny spots of mud, and almost making her pass out in shock. Ever since he had known his aunt, he knew that she was the biggest neat freak ever. She was even worse than Harry's friend Hermione.
"Don't drag your shoes!" Aunt Petunia shrieked. "You'll clean it up after Vernon is done with you!"
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry muttered.
Harry thought he heard his aunt say something about ungrateful brats who don't respect anything when Uncle Vernon's booming voice interrupted his thoughts.
"We just received an o-owl with a letter from someone by the name of Cornelius Fudge." Uncle Vernon began.
Harry's mind froze. He could feel the ice that was slowly making its way through his body. "Could this mean that Lord Voldemort is after me and Fudge wants me to hide?"
"I-it was some stupid l-letter saying that you can't do m-magic during the holidays."
Harry's heart sunk because it was nothing important. It was important for Dudley because he could pick on Harry from time to time. He still remembered about the Order of the Phoenix, how to write if he wasn't happy, and they would send someone over. Uncle Vernon interrupted his thoughts again.
"Go upstairs to your room. Don't try and pull anything funny while we're asleep." He growled in the tone of voice he always saved for Harry.
Harry wasn't surprised at this remark. He always wanted Harry out of the way whenever possible. The Dursleys were non-magic folk, Muggles, in the wizarding world, and didn't understand anything Harry would say about his career in magic.
He slowly dragged his feet, making sure that he left more mud on the floor of Aunt Petunia's kitchen. He didn't really care if she yelled at him, which she was.
"You get in here now to clean up the mess you made! If you continue with this attitude, you won't get a bite to eat for a day!" she snapped.
"Aunt Petunia." Harry replied, temper rising. "IS THIS A FACE THAT LOOKS LIKE I CARE AT ALL!? IF YOU WANT ME TO, I'LL WRITE TO THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX NOW! I JUST GOT BACK FROM THE WORST SCHOOL YEAR IN MY LIFE, AND HERE YOU ARE BITING MY HEAD OFF. IVE GOT TOO MUCH ON MY MIND WITHOUT YOU CARRYING ON ABOUT A BIT OF MUD! THEY WILL SEND SOMEONE OVER! THEY AT LEAST CARE THAT I'M HAPPY!"
At this point, Harry was shouting at the top of his lungs. He didn't care that his uncle's face was slowly turning from red to purple, signifying he was mad. He didn't care that Dudley was cracking his knuckles in a menacing way. He didn't care that Aunt Petunia was holding one of her favorite objects for hitting Harry, which happened to be a wooden spoon. He didn't care at all....
Harry turned his back on them without another word and stormed up to his room. He stomped on every stair, making sure that he made as much noise as possible. Nobody made an objection to stop him though. He slammed the door especially hard this time, not knowing the real reason he was mad. He flopped himself onto his bed, and without taking his glasses off, he drifted off to sleep.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters that were written by J.K. Rowling. (I do wish that I did, along with half a million other kids in this world.) I do however own the storyline.
Category: Action/ Adventure
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OOTP
Summary: Harry returns to the Dursleys for the summer. Something there will change his break before returning to Hogwarts. You-Know-Who has a new plot of taking over Hogwarts, along with the world. Will Harry and his friends prevail again over the Dark Lord?
Authors Notes: Gets Better! R&R!
4 Privet Drive
Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts had just come to an unpleasant end. Voldemort had returned to power. He has to spend another lousy summer at the Dursley's because of some stupid charm Dumbledore had to put on him to protect him. Harry kept thinking that he could have just stayed at Hogwarts over the summer so Dumbledore could watch him. But no, things had to be the way they were. Harry's godfather, Sirius Black was now dead because of Bellatrix Lestrange. At least the Ministry of Magic would be pleased. Events leading to this summer weren't the greatest, and Harry had a sneaking suspicion that things wouldn't be that pleasant this summer. They hadn't even arrived to 4 Privet Drive, home of the Dursleys and Harry.
He was still in Uncle Vernon's car. Harry's cousin, Dudley, was sitting next to him, frozen in pure terror because he was extremely paranoid about meeting wizards. Even being the boxing champion at school, he couldn't bring himself up to hitting Harry, which was one of his favorite pastimes. Harry still remembered the time when Hagrid, his friend and gamekeeper at Hogwarts, had magically given him a pig's tail. Hagrid had meant to fully transfigure Dudley into a pig, but only a tail appeared. He chuckled at the thought of Dudley's tail. Harry looked over at Dudley and his face looked like his small mind was remembering the horrors of the night he had grown a pig's tail. Harry always forgot that Dudley didn't like his friends knowing, but always let that slip his mind when Dudley's friends were around. He always paid for his mistake later by becoming a punching bag for his fat cousin.
Harry's Aunt Petunia was sitting still, lips purged tightly together, which effectively showed the outline of her bony cheeks even more. Uncle Vernon was silent all the trip from King's Cross Station, excepting the time he yelled at a jaywalking pedestrian. Harry remembered that yelling was one of Uncle Vernon's favorite things to do, along with yelling at Harry, and of course yelling at Harry even louder.
As the car pulled into the driveway, Harry leapt out to unload his trunk and Hedwig's cage. The rest of his "family" hurried inside without a backwards glance, apparently scared that a wizard waiting around the corner would curse them, or turn them all into toads. Harry pulled the last of his luggage out and slammed the trunk of the car shut. He then lugged all of his belongings upstairs to his room, or Dudley's second room. He then started thinking to himself, "The summer shouldn't be too bad. The Order of the Phoenix members will look after me."
He remembered Mad-Eye Moody telling his uncle, "If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along."
Uncle Vernon had apparently thought that this old crackpot with the freaky wooden leg was just saying things in a menacing way. Harry remembered Vernon's ugly face explode into terror when Mad-Eye Moody revealed his electric blue eye from underneath his hat.
Harry started unpacking his cloaks, robes, and other things that had been stuffed inside the trunk. Suddenly Hedwig swooped in through Harry's open window with a dead mouse in her beak.
"Hello Hedwig." Harry replied to his snowy white owl.
She dropped the mouse and clicked her beak in a show-off sort of way. Harry rolled his eyes in an unapproving way. Hedwig, ignoring Harry's disapproval, started eating the mouse. After hastily shoving his possessions into drawers and cleaning up the remnants of Hedwig's dead mouse, he headed downstairs for dinner. He was particularly hungry after his long train ride home, but didn't expect Aunt Petunia to cook anything like the house-elves at Hogwarts. He remembered too well about the house elf by the name of Dobby, who had tried to save Harry in his second year of school from Lord Voldemort and a basilisk. Aunt Petunia quickly shoved a bowlful of stale Cheerios and a glass of water towards Harry's spot at the table. "Guess that rations around here haven't changed." Harry thought as he watched Aunt Petunia set down plates of dinner for Dudley and Uncle Vernon. She ate nothing herself but sat there, lips purged. Dudley was shoving food into his fat mouth, like he always was. "Guess that eating habits haven't changed at all either." he thought. Harry, being as hungry as he was, quickly shoveled spoonfuls of Cheerios into his mouth, only stopping to catch his breathe and to chew. He downed the glass of water in four gulps. He was about to proceed upstairs to his room to write to Hermione and Ron when Uncle Vernon shouted, "BOY, get down here!"
Harry obeyed and slowly entered into the kitchen. His shoes dragged along the spotless tiles of Aunt Petunia's perfectly kept kitchen, leaving tiny spots of mud, and almost making her pass out in shock. Ever since he had known his aunt, he knew that she was the biggest neat freak ever. She was even worse than Harry's friend Hermione.
"Don't drag your shoes!" Aunt Petunia shrieked. "You'll clean it up after Vernon is done with you!"
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry muttered.
Harry thought he heard his aunt say something about ungrateful brats who don't respect anything when Uncle Vernon's booming voice interrupted his thoughts.
"We just received an o-owl with a letter from someone by the name of Cornelius Fudge." Uncle Vernon began.
Harry's mind froze. He could feel the ice that was slowly making its way through his body. "Could this mean that Lord Voldemort is after me and Fudge wants me to hide?"
"I-it was some stupid l-letter saying that you can't do m-magic during the holidays."
Harry's heart sunk because it was nothing important. It was important for Dudley because he could pick on Harry from time to time. He still remembered about the Order of the Phoenix, how to write if he wasn't happy, and they would send someone over. Uncle Vernon interrupted his thoughts again.
"Go upstairs to your room. Don't try and pull anything funny while we're asleep." He growled in the tone of voice he always saved for Harry.
Harry wasn't surprised at this remark. He always wanted Harry out of the way whenever possible. The Dursleys were non-magic folk, Muggles, in the wizarding world, and didn't understand anything Harry would say about his career in magic.
He slowly dragged his feet, making sure that he left more mud on the floor of Aunt Petunia's kitchen. He didn't really care if she yelled at him, which she was.
"You get in here now to clean up the mess you made! If you continue with this attitude, you won't get a bite to eat for a day!" she snapped.
"Aunt Petunia." Harry replied, temper rising. "IS THIS A FACE THAT LOOKS LIKE I CARE AT ALL!? IF YOU WANT ME TO, I'LL WRITE TO THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX NOW! I JUST GOT BACK FROM THE WORST SCHOOL YEAR IN MY LIFE, AND HERE YOU ARE BITING MY HEAD OFF. IVE GOT TOO MUCH ON MY MIND WITHOUT YOU CARRYING ON ABOUT A BIT OF MUD! THEY WILL SEND SOMEONE OVER! THEY AT LEAST CARE THAT I'M HAPPY!"
At this point, Harry was shouting at the top of his lungs. He didn't care that his uncle's face was slowly turning from red to purple, signifying he was mad. He didn't care that Dudley was cracking his knuckles in a menacing way. He didn't care that Aunt Petunia was holding one of her favorite objects for hitting Harry, which happened to be a wooden spoon. He didn't care at all....
Harry turned his back on them without another word and stormed up to his room. He stomped on every stair, making sure that he made as much noise as possible. Nobody made an objection to stop him though. He slammed the door especially hard this time, not knowing the real reason he was mad. He flopped himself onto his bed, and without taking his glasses off, he drifted off to sleep.