Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the sole-property of the almighty JK Rowling. I own nothing Harry Potter but my copies of the books, my drawings of the characters, and my original character Saerry Snape (who is not in this story but you can find her in my story Snake and Wolf: The Finding)
Plot: Set seven years before Harry Potter and the Dark Defenses in the trio's seventh year. Harry gets a letter from Voldemort and everything . . . well, to put it simply, everything goes to hell . . .
Harry Potter and the Dark Rising
Chapter 1 – The Last Summer
"BOY! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
A woman with a long, horse-like face screeched from the kitchen. The boy in the room above could hear her but he just didn't want to get up. Rolling over, he buried his head under his pillow.
Seconds later, there was a crash against the door and the woman screeched again, "DOWNSTAIRS! NOW!"
The boy sighed and sat up. It wouldn't do any good to try to get anymore sleep. Aunt Petunia was making that impossible.
Harry Potter ran a hand through his raven-colored hair, which was still as wild as it has always been. But he was no longer the small, skinny child that he had been. Over the last few years he had been getting steadily taller and was now challenging his friend Ron's height at 6'3.
Everything else about him, however, was exactly the same.
He still wore round black glasses, behind which resided a pair of startling green eyes. And he was still somewhat pale though not enough to rival his Potions teacher, Professor Snape. The last thing that had not changed was the lightning bolt scar that was situated right in the center of his forehead.
Sighing, Harry got to his feet and got dressed before heading downstairs. As soon as he was there Aunt Petunia shoved him into the kitchen at the stove and snapped, "Watch the bacon and don't let it burn!"
Harry rolled his eyes. She always said the same thing, even though he had never burnt the bacon when he was forced to watch it.
Sighing again, he looked over at the kitchen table, which was currently occupied by his Uncle Vernon and disgusting cousin Dudley. Harry had sincerely thought that Dudley could get no bigger that he was two years ago. He had been wrong. Two years ago his cousin's bottom had been just hanging off the chair. Now it took two chairs to hold him. It was almost comical. Especially the fact that Aunt Petunia still said he looked like an angel.
Harry shook his head sadly and turned the bacon out of the frying pan into a plate. It sizzled as he divided it between five people's plates then carried them to the table.
Dudley practically snatched his plate out of Harry's hands and gave him a wide smirk. Harry rolled his eyes and sat his uncle and aunt's plates down before settling himself in a chair, folding his long legs up under it. He ate as quickly as he could as he saw Dudley eying his bacon and left. Just as he was heading back up to his room Aunt Petunia screeched, "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"
Harry turned to give his aunt a calm look. "To finish my homework."
"NO YOU'RE NOT! YOU'RE GOING TO MOW THE LAWN!"
"Make Dudley do it. He needs the exercise."
Aunt Petunia screamed after him but Harry ignored it. In a few days he would be back at Hogwart's and then he would be free from his so-called relatives.
As he went back into his room he locked the door then went over to his desk. Spell books, scrolls, quills, and a few envelopes were scattered across the desk along with a large cage that teetered on the edge. The cage normally held his snowy owl Hedwig but she was currently off hunting.
Harry sighed and sat down in the chair in front of the desk. He picked up a battered quill and a clean sheet of paper then sifted through the mess for an inkbottle. Finding it, he dipped the tip of the quill in it and began to write a hasty letter to his godfather Sirius.
Sirius,
How are you doing? It's been a while since I heard from you. I won't ask where you are because I know you won't tell me. It's almost my seventh year you know. Just two more weeks and I can leave the Dursley's forever. If you couldn't guess, that's something I've been looking forward to for a long time.
Hope your well. Keep in touch.
- Harry
Harry rolled up the letter and set it aside for when Hedwig returned. He pulled out his Potions book and set about to write the three-scroll essay Snape had assigned on the properties of Bessleroot and the names and effects of all the potions it could be used in.
As soon as Harry began to write the first line he heaved a sigh. It was going to be a long night.
A/N: And that's chapter 1 ladies and gentlemen! I'll get around to 2 as soon as my headache goes away. *clutches head and scurries away from the computer to get some ice cream cause its BLAZING HOT down in Mississippi* *moan* What I wouldn't give to be in Waynesville, North Carolina, right now. It's never hot or cold up there. Cool through the entire day! *sigh* Oh well…. Enough of my rambling…