A/N: This is my first fan-fic so please be patient with me! Thank you!
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A/A/N: Thanks to my great friend Jess for introducing me to fan-fiction and persuading me to take the plunge and try to write some! Thanks Babe!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, they are all owned by the excellent J.K. Rowling, who used to live about 5 miles away from me! :-D
1 Dies Diem Docet
1.1 Chapter One: Many Are Called, But Few Are Chosen.
Harry Potter led in bed. He was watching the seconds pass by on the clock on the wall. These seconds were the only thing that lay between him and his fifteenth birthday. Tick Tock. He waited. Then he heard the Grand Father clock in the hall downstairs chime. He counted. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Sev... In the middle of the seventh chime he heard a tapping at the window. He looked up and saw Hedwig, his beautiful snowy owl.
"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed. She was not alone, but was still carrying more packages than he'd ever seen her carry before. With her were Errol and Pigwidgeon, the Weasley's owls. He recognised a large barn owl to be one from his school, Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It too was carrying a package and he saw the school crest on one of the letters it was also carrying. He opened the window and let the four owls in, carrying Errol to the bed.
First of all he opened Errol's package. The envelope was addressed in a handwriting that Harry did not recognise. Thinking that this was strange, he opened it. The letter read
Dear Harry,
Thank you again for the money. We've secretly invested in ingredients needed for our latest projects (Don't tell Mum!). We thought that we owed you this as a small token of our appreciation.
See you in Diagon Alley!
Gred and Forge.
Harry looked at the package suspiciously. Fred and George, Ron's twin brothers were notorious for their love of practical jokes. Before risking opening it, he carried Errol over to Hedwig's cage, where he would be able to rest and quench his thirst. He then turned to the package. Holding his breath he tore off the wrapping paper. Inside he saw a variety of different package, of all shapes and sizes. He opened the first one. Inside were some Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.
"Well", Harry thought, "These aren't exactly risky, are they?" He was about to take a bite of one that looked like toffee flavour when he saw a note. He read it.
1.1.1 Dear Consumer,
1.1.2 Weasley's Wizard Wheezes are proud to present their first official product (yet to be named). Be warned! These Yet To Be Named's may look like Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, but these are for Dudley only.
Kindest Regards (and no harm meant!)
Fred and George Weasley.
Harry suddenly decided that the sweet did not look so appetising after all. He decided that he would not taste any of the other packages, but wondered what the 'Yet To Be Named's' would do to Dudley, his extremely obese cousin.
The rest of the packages from Fred and George turned out to be various practical jokes and sweets. Harry decided that these would be fun to try out on Dudley, or, even better, the most horrible boy in the whole of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy.
He then turned to the school owl, which was ruffling its feathers importantly. He relieved it of its package and the three letters and watched it fly away. The first letter he saw was addressed in a scruffy handwriting. Harry recognised this as Hagrid's, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, and a great friend of Harry's. Eagerly, he read the letter.
Dear Harry,
Hope you like your present. I think that it'll be very useful to you now and in the years to come. Don't expect to see me at Hogwarts for most of this year, Me and Olympe are going on a long journey. Hogwarts business. Hope to see you before your next birthday.
Hagrid.
Cautiously, Harry opened the package. Inside was a small medallion. Harry wondered what it was and thought he could ask Hermione or Dumbledore. Then, throwing caution to the winds, he put it on and waited for something to happen. He waited, and waited, and waited. Slightly disappointed, he turned to the next letter, which was addressed in green ink.
This letter was from Hogwarts, and told him the date of the start of term (September Fifth) and gave him his train ticket. He also had a list of the books he would need in the coming year. The only unusual thing was that he had a lot of books for DADA. Hoping with all his might that he didn't have Gilderoy Lockhart as his DADA teacher again, Harry turned to the final letter from Hogwarts.
Dear Harry,
I hope that this letter finds you safe and well. I have enclosed your birthday present. I would like to tell you not to expect to see Hagrid this year as he is on a journey with Madame Maxime. I would like to tell you that I am not intending to put too much pressure on you this year, as you had an extremely taxing year last year. Just so long as you pass your OWLs! We have a number of new teaching staff this year, and I think that you will approve of two of the appointments immensely!
Professor Dumbledore.
Harry stared at the letter. Professor Dumbledore had sent him a letter and a birthday present? Why now, after so long? Remembering the present, Harry looked inside the envelope. He found a small cloth emblem, showing a Phoenix and the words Non Omnes, qui Habent Citharum, Sunt Citharoedi. Harry looked on the back of the letter from Dumbledore and read
Have this attached to your robes on the other side to your House Crest. I will explain on the first day of term.
Professor Dumbledore.
Wanting to know what the Latin meant, Harry turned to the Latin dictionary that Dudley had discarded after a week. After ten minutes, Harry knew what the Latin meant. In English it read, "Many are called, but few are chosen".
A/A/N: Thanks to my great friend Jess for introducing me to fan-fiction and persuading me to take the plunge and try to write some! Thanks Babe!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, they are all owned by the excellent J.K. Rowling, who used to live about 5 miles away from me! :-D
1 Dies Diem Docet
1.1 Chapter One: Many Are Called, But Few Are Chosen.
Harry Potter led in bed. He was watching the seconds pass by on the clock on the wall. These seconds were the only thing that lay between him and his fifteenth birthday. Tick Tock. He waited. Then he heard the Grand Father clock in the hall downstairs chime. He counted. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Sev... In the middle of the seventh chime he heard a tapping at the window. He looked up and saw Hedwig, his beautiful snowy owl.
"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed. She was not alone, but was still carrying more packages than he'd ever seen her carry before. With her were Errol and Pigwidgeon, the Weasley's owls. He recognised a large barn owl to be one from his school, Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It too was carrying a package and he saw the school crest on one of the letters it was also carrying. He opened the window and let the four owls in, carrying Errol to the bed.
First of all he opened Errol's package. The envelope was addressed in a handwriting that Harry did not recognise. Thinking that this was strange, he opened it. The letter read
Dear Harry,
Thank you again for the money. We've secretly invested in ingredients needed for our latest projects (Don't tell Mum!). We thought that we owed you this as a small token of our appreciation.
See you in Diagon Alley!
Gred and Forge.
Harry looked at the package suspiciously. Fred and George, Ron's twin brothers were notorious for their love of practical jokes. Before risking opening it, he carried Errol over to Hedwig's cage, where he would be able to rest and quench his thirst. He then turned to the package. Holding his breath he tore off the wrapping paper. Inside he saw a variety of different package, of all shapes and sizes. He opened the first one. Inside were some Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.
"Well", Harry thought, "These aren't exactly risky, are they?" He was about to take a bite of one that looked like toffee flavour when he saw a note. He read it.
1.1.1 Dear Consumer,
1.1.2 Weasley's Wizard Wheezes are proud to present their first official product (yet to be named). Be warned! These Yet To Be Named's may look like Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, but these are for Dudley only.
Kindest Regards (and no harm meant!)
Fred and George Weasley.
Harry suddenly decided that the sweet did not look so appetising after all. He decided that he would not taste any of the other packages, but wondered what the 'Yet To Be Named's' would do to Dudley, his extremely obese cousin.
The rest of the packages from Fred and George turned out to be various practical jokes and sweets. Harry decided that these would be fun to try out on Dudley, or, even better, the most horrible boy in the whole of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy.
He then turned to the school owl, which was ruffling its feathers importantly. He relieved it of its package and the three letters and watched it fly away. The first letter he saw was addressed in a scruffy handwriting. Harry recognised this as Hagrid's, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, and a great friend of Harry's. Eagerly, he read the letter.
Dear Harry,
Hope you like your present. I think that it'll be very useful to you now and in the years to come. Don't expect to see me at Hogwarts for most of this year, Me and Olympe are going on a long journey. Hogwarts business. Hope to see you before your next birthday.
Hagrid.
Cautiously, Harry opened the package. Inside was a small medallion. Harry wondered what it was and thought he could ask Hermione or Dumbledore. Then, throwing caution to the winds, he put it on and waited for something to happen. He waited, and waited, and waited. Slightly disappointed, he turned to the next letter, which was addressed in green ink.
This letter was from Hogwarts, and told him the date of the start of term (September Fifth) and gave him his train ticket. He also had a list of the books he would need in the coming year. The only unusual thing was that he had a lot of books for DADA. Hoping with all his might that he didn't have Gilderoy Lockhart as his DADA teacher again, Harry turned to the final letter from Hogwarts.
Dear Harry,
I hope that this letter finds you safe and well. I have enclosed your birthday present. I would like to tell you not to expect to see Hagrid this year as he is on a journey with Madame Maxime. I would like to tell you that I am not intending to put too much pressure on you this year, as you had an extremely taxing year last year. Just so long as you pass your OWLs! We have a number of new teaching staff this year, and I think that you will approve of two of the appointments immensely!
Professor Dumbledore.
Harry stared at the letter. Professor Dumbledore had sent him a letter and a birthday present? Why now, after so long? Remembering the present, Harry looked inside the envelope. He found a small cloth emblem, showing a Phoenix and the words Non Omnes, qui Habent Citharum, Sunt Citharoedi. Harry looked on the back of the letter from Dumbledore and read
Have this attached to your robes on the other side to your House Crest. I will explain on the first day of term.
Professor Dumbledore.
Wanting to know what the Latin meant, Harry turned to the Latin dictionary that Dudley had discarded after a week. After ten minutes, Harry knew what the Latin meant. In English it read, "Many are called, but few are chosen".