Title: Memory
on Privet Drive
Author: Tarun
Behl
Email:
P0729@dbzmail.com
Summary: Harry
Potter goes for his 5th year and encounters a surprise..
Note: This is an A/U fic about Harry's 4th Season.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or
any of the characters. J.K. Rowling owns them.
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Harry woke up on another
bright, beautiful, and sunny morning. There was only
a couple more days he had to wait with the Dursleys, so he could go back to
Hogwarts and meet Ron and Hermonie again.
After his fourth year, he
had come home and was very helpful around the house. He had become smarter and
more powerful. The Dursleys had been very appreciative of him. Dudley had become more excited
everytime he had seen Harry do magic. His Uncle Vernon and his Aunt Petunia
didn't want to upset Dudley so they let Harry do as he please,
which was sometimes both exciting and dull as watching grass grow.
Harry
approached the mirror and started at himself. He had grown quite tall over the
months. The Dursleys didn't allow him to do anything that would let him have
fun because it always made Dudley jealous. That was why is room was only with a
bed and a TV while Dudley's room was filled with video games and many other
great things that people would only dream about. Dudley sometimes acted so
jealous that he asked for Harry's powers, but his parents had to come in and
say no, they didn't want him to be a... whatever they called him. They of
course, had problems with a "Dudley Tantrum," as Harry called it
while Dudley was just doing one of his daily things. If he wanted something, he
would get it, and there wouldn't be anything stopping him. Harry spended most
of his time outside since he didn't want to hear Dudley's tantrums at once and
his jump for joy when he had received what he wanted. Since then, he had been
practicing in secret for the Quidditch matches that he would have when he
returned to Hogwarts and the Gryffindor team. He slowly traced the lightning
scar that he had received when he was just a baby. It was Voldermort who had
gave him that scar. He and his friends had defeated him many times along with
his Death Easters especially, Wormtail. Paying no mind to the past, he quickly
got dressed and walked back to the bed.
His mind started to become
dizzy, everything turned black. He lay on the bed and tried to control himself.
Hedwig, his owl came chirping in. He had some letters in his hand, dropping
them out of his mouth so Harry could read them. Harry, almost having a little
consciousness, took a quick glance at them. One was from Ron, another was from
Hermonie, next there was a letter from Ginny with hearts all over it, finally, and
there was Dumbledore's letter from Hogwarts. After he glanced at the letters,
he collapsed on the bed.
About an hour later, his eyes
fluttered open by the shines of daylight through his window. He had a terrible
headache, and he felt like a million bricks had hit him. He felt the letters in
his fingers and saw Hedwig, staring at him in confusion. "Guess I scared
you, didn't I?" he assured Hedwig, who gave a sigh of relief.
He could hear his Aunt calling to Dudley and him for breakfast. He walked down
the stairs, and saw that there were a couple of her aunt's pancakes on his
seat. He looked around and noticed that all the Dursleys were too busy to
notice him come in. Uncle Vernon was reading the newspaper and quickly read all
the articles, Aunt Petunia, was cooking (from what Harry could see) at least a
dozen more pancakes. He knew that they weren't for him because they hardly
appreciated him at all. He did know, however, that they were for Dudley, who
had already eaten a truckload of them. He watched as
he started to throw everything in his mouth and gargled it all up. He was
motioned by his uncle to go and eat his own breakfast, so he entered the
kitchen. He
silently sat on his seat and took a bite out of his first pancake.
The
Dursleys were a very normal (muggles) as they would always say. Mr. Dursley was
a very tall man who was the director of films and started to make drills. He
was very tall, and had blond hair, with a mustache to mach. Ms. Dursley was his
wife, and Harry's aunt. She was bony and horse faced, she loved to go and spy
on the neighbors, which sometimes got her into trouble. She didn't like her
sister, Lily, because she had felt jealous that her parents were admiring Lily
instead of her. She still treats Harry like she would have done to Lily. Dudley
was their son. He was very fat and chubby, like his parents. He would
occasionally go and beat Harry for fun but sometimes he had to go to school.
Harry was too fast for him to be able to catch him anyway. Harry wasn't allowed
to go to a muggle school because everyone thought that the Dursleys didn't have
a nephew and they wanted it to keep him secret from anyone. Dudley, however,
usually brought his friends and they had pounded Harry. But after a couple of
months, he really brought out the best of him, and he treated him really nice.
"How are you today boy?"
asked Uncle Vernon. Harry could tell that today, he was in a happy mood.
Usually, he would just grunt and ignore him. "Did you get the letters to
go to your freak school?" Uncle Vernon probably didn't have
his daily amount of caffeine that he usually had from the coffee.
"It could have been worse,"
Harry thought to himself. "I could
be stuck with Aunt Marge." Aunt Marge was Uncle Vernon's sister. She
was just like him in probably everyday. Tall, fat, and even had a mustache.
They both hated each other and none was about to go and say he or she was
sorry. She had treated Dudley so nicely, it made Harry sick to his stomach. She
would occasionally treat her like garbage on a sidewalk, which was no problem
now, because she wasn't here. He still hoped that his muggle relatives don't
bring up the time when he had blown her up.
Harry, not wanting to correct him
responded quietly, "Yes." For once, Uncle Vernon flashed a smile. He
was happy that he would actually get Harry out of his hair for another year. He
then heard Uncle Vernon say, "I will take you to London in a
couple of days, then you can go to platform nine and three quarters, and you know the
rest."
Platform nine and three quarters
were an invisible track for all the students going to Hogwarts. At his first year, no one
knew what he was talking about, they thought he was crazy. Then he had meet Ron
and the Weasly family, and they showed him that it was an invisible train. The
second time the portal had passed and they had entered Hogwarts through a
flying car despite the fact that Platform nine and
three quarters had passed before they could enter the train. Everyone knew it because it
was in the front page. Ron even got a howler from his mum, screaming at why he
broke the car. Everyone was staring at him when he received
a howler.
"Right," Harry muttered as he finished his pancakes and walked back
into the room. Harry was going to go back to Hogwarts
in a couple more days, he couldn't be more excited!
He
would hardly expect Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia to give any respect or be nice
to him anytime. Since the beginning, they were cruel to him. Dudley, however
was starting to become nice to him, but maybe. Harry didn't know why there was
a change in Dudley, but probably he got tired of beating him up. His aunt and
uncle made Harry his personal servant, which Harry hated doing.
Harry picked up one of his many
newspapers. These newspapers weren't like any other newspaper because it was
read only by wizards and witches. It was called The Daily Prophet, the wizardry
world newspaper. Ever since he had gone to Hogwarts he
started to collect some of them and had quite an interesting collection. He searched a few for a
certain one and smiled. On the front page was the flying car which Harry and
Ron had took to Hogwarts in his second year. Of course, it was seen by the
muggles, which in the wizardry world means normal people, or humans. They were
scolded for that by one of Harry's most hated, Professor Lockheart. He was the
Defense against the Dark Arts teacher but he proved out to be just a fake,
putting memory charms on everyone and saying that he did things such as tame
the wild banshee.
Next, he turned and looked at the
picture with him and his friends. One of the people there was in fact, Colin
Creevy. Colin Creevy, was one of his friends who would never stop bothering
him. He was one of his many fans, as many people would call him. Ron was next
to him, with his arm around Hermonie. They both had grown very close to each
other, and soon started to date. Next to Harry, was of course, Ginny Weasly.
Harry knew she had a crush on him and he did too but he was just to embarrass
to tell her.
He
finally remembered. "The letters!" he thought to himself. He picked
up the three letters that he had received earlier from Hedwig. He first picked
up the one from Ron, and quickly read it, it said:
Dear Harry,
How are you doing? I hope the your muggle family isn't
bothering you much. Me and Hermonie have both sent you our cards, hope you get
them. Me and Hermonie have been dating a lot and.... I hope you are alright
with that you know, just not to make you jealous. See you at Hogwarts. Wait,
Ginny is screaming at me, I have to go now Harry, bye. My mum will send you
some stuff tomorrow for your birthday.
Sincerely,
Ron Weasly
"That is just like them, to
send me something, particularly Mrs. Weasly."
Harry thought to himself. Harry smiled and closed the card as he picked up the
next one which was from Hermonie:
Dear Harry,
How is the great Harry Potter? I heard that Ron was also
sending you a letter so I decided to write one to you too. He probably told you
that we are dating, I hope that is alright. My parents have just come back from
Athens & Sparta, I will give you the details later. We both hope to see you
in Hogwarts, if you need help, we would be glad to give our assistance. Have a
great birthday tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Hermonie Granger
Hermonie
was the kind of person who would go to many different places. Her parents were
muggles (non magical people) and they worked in muggle jobs. Harry could have
sworn that he heard of Athens and Sparta before. Then he remembered, Dudley and
his mum were studying it for his new school year. He wasn't much interested in
muggle places or muggle studies but Hermonie was. Just for fun, he looked at a
world map and saw the islands of Athens and Sparta in Greece.
Harry
then went and picked up the next card from Ginny.
Dear Harry,
Hi Harry, hope you are alright. My brother, Ron is
starting to become so busy with Hermonie that he hardly pays any more attention
to me. Enough about him, I hope that we both would be going to Gryffindor toghether,
see you later! I could send you something for your birthday tomorrow.
With Special Love,
Ginny Weasly
Harry
smiled at his long time lover and picked up the letter from Albus Dumbeldore,
the head professor at Hogwarts. It was probably the list of books that he would
need for his 5th year.
All 5th years will need the following books for their
classes.
1.
Defense Against the Most Deadliest Dark Arts (Grade 5)
2. The Mystical Powers of a Wizard
(Grade 5)
3. Wizardry Wars and Battles (Grade
5)
4. A Guide for Magical Plants (Grade
5)
5. Mystical Creatures and Where to
Find Them (Grade 5)
Harry walked
to his drawer, and pulled out a diary. This diary he had received from Sirus,
which he said, was from his mother. Everyday he would open it and look at it.
He turned to a page, which had his picture, as a baby, with his parents above
him. Of course, Sirus Black was right next to his father, they were great
friends. Harry didn't know why his parents had switched Sirus with Peter
Petigrew, who soon betrayed them for Lord Voldermort. He could feel a small
tear come out of his eyes and it feel on the picture, "Mom, Dad, why did you go?" he muttered to himself. He
had wished for a long time now, that his parents were still with him, and he
wouldn't be with the Dursleys. He soon dismissed his thoughts and closed the
diary and then put it back in the drawer.
Harry,
now having nothing to do, took out a piece of paper and wrote to one of his
famous idols, Sirus Black. Sirus Black was held in Azakaban for quite a long
time. He was framed for the deaths of Lily and James Potter, Harry's parents.
Harry felt sad for him because he did not believe
that innocent people should be framed. Sirus Black had become released and was
now friends with Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster at Hogwarts. Harry wrote to
him to ask how he was and if he could give him some training for his fifth
year. He had offered him to live in his house anytime he would want, but it was
hard to escape from the Dursleys, especially with Dudley watching over him. Of
course, Sirus would be surprised at this because he had never thought that
Harry would want to leave his home to live with him. "He never met the Dursleys," he thought to himself. Dudley and
his parents wouldn't mind at all, because they didn't appreciate him or his
kind and hardly wanted anything to do with him. None of the neighbors had any
suspicion of him and they wanted it to continue that way.
His
cousin, Dudely who had come in his door, had now interrupted Harry's thought.
This was very different because after school he would go to his room and play
his CDs or watch one of his many movies. "Hey, Harry, how are you
doing?" he said while sitting on his bed. He picked up the card he had received
from Ginny and started to read it very carefully. "With special
love?" he said to Harry in shock. "I believe someone actually cares
about you! Is she your girlfriend?" Not knowing much about Harry's school
he had been shocked to know that he had friends there, or any friends at all.
"She
is not my girlfriend," Harry muttered. Over his four years at Hogwarts,
Ginny was trying her best to impress him. She was his best friend's little
sister. Harry remembered when he had meet Tom Riddle (Voldermort) in the
Chamber of Secrets. Sometimes, when girls would talk to him, giving him great
comments, he could almost hear her blood boil in jealousy.
"Harry
Potter actually has a girlfriend," Dudley teased. He continued to say that
for a good time when he noticed that Harry was about to blow in frustration.
Harry caught a sight of Dudley's mum and dad in the next room so he quickly
shut himself up so he wouldn't be in trouble. Dudley continued to look at the
letters Harry had received.
By
this time, Dudley had finished reading all of the cards he had got from his
friends and was quite impressed. "I never knew that you were called the
'Great Harry Potter!'" he said in shock and amazement. Then he read Ron's
card and turned to Harry and said "It is your birthday tomorrow!" he
shouted. Dudley had never known that Harry had a birthday because his mum and
dad never gave him anything and they treated him like trash. "Why didn't
you tell me it was your birthday?"
"Like
you would care," Harry muttered.
"No,
really, I was planning on giving you a present."
Harry
was shocked after what Dudley had just said, "You are actually offering to
give me a present!" shouted Harry. He would never expect anyone like
Dudley to a give him a present. Even if he didn't know when his birthday was,
he and his parents had never actually offered him anything. "Your kidding
right?"
"No,
I am serious," he said quickly. "I owe you a lot, since you helped me
out and all.....," he said with great generosity. For once, Dudley was
finally giving Harry shocked look and he smiled in happiness. Mr. Vernon
shouted to Dudley and Harry from the bottom of the stairs that it was time to
go to the bed so Dudley got up and was about to leave the room when he he
turned to Harry and said, "It is almost time to go to bed, I will see you
in the morning," he said as he left Harry's room and entered his. Harry
stood there, lifeless, like a statue.
Next: Harry Potter finally experiences
the muggle way of life.
To
be continued
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