Alrighty this is a revised version of my previous story and much better in my opinion, r+r if u like it and enjoy!

Harry Potter and the Quest for the Unknown

From the outside number 4 Privet Drive looked like any other house with an ordinary family living inside and although you could hardly call the Dursley's an ordinary family it was their nephew that was the most extra-ordinary of them all. Their nephew's name was Harry Potter and you couldn't find anyone more different from his relatives.


Uncle Vernon was a large, neckless man with a big bristly moustache and a blotchy purpled face, his wife Aunt Petunia was a thin and bony lady who spent most of her life spying on her neighbours. In spite of this Aunt Petunia had failed to notice that her son Dudley was now wider than he was tall.

Harry on the other hand was a skinny boy with shiny green eyes and a mop of untidy black hair. But the main difference between him and his relatives was that Harry Potter was a wizard, and quite a good one at that.

Harry had only found out he was a wizard on his 11th birthday when a storm of letters came for him telling him to prepare for his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry which he had know attended now for 4 years. That same year Harry found out his was a hero of the wizarding world because at age 1 he had been faced with the greatest dark sorcerer of the century, Lord Voldemort. Voldemort performed a curse that had already killed many other witches and wizards, but for some reason the curse rebounded back onto Voldemort reducing him to something barely alive. All Harry had to remember the fateful night was a lightning shaped scar on his forehead and dreams of a flash of green light and cold cackling laugh that sometimes haunted his sleep.

But the thing Harry most hated Voldemort for was killing his parents. When his parents had died trying to save him, he had automatically been robbed of any love and affection in his life. Harry knew very little of his parents and sometimes would just invent adventures they had in his head. Instead of having two loving, caring, magic parents Harry was stuck with Muggles (non magic people) and some of the most magic hating muggles around. Things had at least improved since Harry had become a wizard, the Dursley's had taken to ignoring completely which was a big improvement from how it used to be.


Harry shuddered as he remembered how things were before he found out he was a wizard. Forced to live in the cupboard under the stairs, put up with daily bullying from Dudley and receive scoldings from his Uncle and Aunt for things he didn't do were usual events before he became a wizard. He shook himself free of these thoughts and tried to make himself interested in Hogwarts a History, which Hermione had always been bugging him to do.

Once more he had to freeze his thoughts, it hurt too much to keep thinking about Hermione and he knew if he did his thoughts would eventually turn to his other best friend Ron and then of course Hogwarts. Hogwarts was the very thing Harry didn't feel like thinking about. In one sense it made him want to be back there, but in another it reminded him of something he wanted to forget. But no matter what he did, Harry couldn't forget, he couldn't forget that last term he had once again come face to face with Voldemort. But this time Voldemort had used him to become even more powerful than he had been when he first caused his downfall.

But the main reason he was awake at 1:30am reading Hogwarts a History was that if he fell asleep he just knew he would have the dream again. He'd dream that he was once again the infant Harry, who still had parents, then Voldemort would appear and he could hear his parent's screams and desperation as he tried to save him. When the screams died down Voldemort would show himself to Harry, stronger than ever and taunt him. If he tried to use his wand against Voldemort it would just squeak and turn into a rubber chicken in his hand, Voldemort would then laugh, his cold high laugh, before raising his wand and shrieking "Arvada Kedavra". He would then awake in a flash of green with his

scar searing with pain.

He didn't think he could face the dream again. He knew the only way he could keep awake was to force himself to read. Minutes passed like hours as he read deep into the night, until finally his eyelids drooped so low the words became a blur and he couldn't force himself to continue reading about the finer points of Hogwarts castle's Anti-Muggle precautions. He managed a glimpse at his luminous clock, 4:30am, before he collapsed on his bed and the black tides of sleep took over.

The dream began as it always did with him finding himself in place of his infant self and continued like every other night. But instead of being awoken by the flash of green light from Voldemort's wand, the light sucked him in and he found himself spinning uncontrollably. He felt he had just used Floo powder as he spun faster and faster getting more confused and dizzy as he went. He was at the point of throwing up when he felt himself stop. To Harry it seemed he just hung there, floating in a black nothingness until something materialised in front of him that made him gasp out in shock.

It was a wand and it seemed to be moving all on it's own. He was beginning to wonder what the wand intended to do when it began to write. Wisps of silvery smoke began to form words until what seemed like a riddle or a poem was left in front of him

If you seek my treasure within
Then you must be the next of kin
Only you can unlock what I hold
But to find me you must be both brave and bold

If you choose to accept my quest
Then you must toil with little rest
Your friends could be the key to success
For you've 2 weeks to find me, no more, no less

You must find a man named Sirius Black
Once you have found him there's no turning back
He will give you the important clue
But finding me is up to you

What I hold you will wish to see
Although hidden and guarded I may be
But hurry, run don't delay
For you have just 14 days

Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing, but before he had time to think the wisps of smoke began to fade away. He found himself yelling at them to come back, but they continued to fade until they had disappeared completely. Once again Harry felt the sensation of spinning uncontrollablely, but this time when he stopped his eyes snapped open and he was once again in his little room in the Dursley's house on Privet Drive, his body covered in cold sweat and his heart racing.

Thanks to the RedFeatheryPug for the review, u may also notice that I have reviewed myself. A friend of mine logs in as me sometimes and when I told her about the story she decided to review it UNDER MY NAME. So for all of u that were wondering about that I DON'T review my own stories! A few more PROPER reviews and I'll post the next chapter.