Unexpected Returns
this is my first fan fiction. i am only 14. there will be many mistakes so please review and help me improve. thanks :)
chapter 1: Headline that shook the world
A/N: i don't own Harry Potter. J.K Rowling does :(
His eyelids snapped open as he took in his surroundings. He was in the manor of his filthy muggle father. The once unnaturally clean room was now totally devastated. An oak grandfather clock laid splintered to his left, its pendulum detached and lay like a fallen sword. Shards of glass covered the floor-the wreckage from the fallen chandelier, dead bugs laden the wooden floor now barely visible under the thick coating of dust. His eyes past over the wreckage of the room to the large group of hooded and masked figures all starring at his appearance. He looked down studying his new body. His hands clasping his wand were skeleton thin. He raised that hand and pointed his wand at the nearest figure. The man backed up against the wall in fear, before screaming in agony. The occupants of the room watched in horror as the man skin began to stretch out, his features began to disappear and his skin slowly changed to become silver in colour. The audience now watched as there fellow death eater slowly and painfully became less human by the second, he was no longer recognisable. A few more seconds and there was no man left, instead a plain mirror attached to the moss covered wall.
The man's reflection facing him was unrecognisable. His old good looks gone. His face was whiter than a skull with scarlet red eyes and slits for nostrils. Another flick of his wand and the mirror shattered into thousands of pieces joining the mess already on the floor. The snakelike man again turned his attention to the people occupying his father's old room. "10 years." His voice was high and cold. "10 years it's been years and here you all stand before me as if it was yesterday. For 10 long years, each and everyone of you begged for forgiveness from the ministry, you turned your back on the master you swore eternal loyalty. None of you standing before me now even tried to return to the greatest wizard who ever lived, the Wizard that the entire population fears to even say his name. None of you before me should be allowed to ware those masks, none of you deserve to even be in the presence of Lord Voldemort." Silence followed Voldemort's words. "perhaps you thought I was truly gone, or perhaps your loyalties changed to the muggle loving Albus Dumbledore."
"M, My Lord." A hooded figure took a step towards voldemort, forward from the group of death eaters.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemorts wand sliced throw the air, there was a flash of green and the masked figure who dared speak fell to the ground. Lifeless. "Now" Voldemort continued as if nothing had interrupted him. "You will all of course be punished for your actions, but first we have more important matters to deal with. Our numbers have greatly been sliced; in order regain some of my followers and to once again be a true power, greater than before then we will have to gain control of the Ministry. And of course there is the small matter of Harry Potter." The occupants of the room shifted uncomfortably at the mention of the boy's name. "Ive waited for to long, the boy who lived will die at my hands. We start tonight. Tonight we will attack the ministry in full force. Those blood traitors won't know what hit them. The world will again tremble in fear from Lord Voldemort."
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Harry jumped awake cold sweat clung to him and his scar was prickling uncomfortably. What a weird dream was the boys initial thought. Harry knew that Voldemort was long gone he had unintentionally seen to that when he was just a baby. He had escape Voldemort with nothing but a lightning shaped scar, which is usually hidden by his messy jet black hair. Harry had survived the attack on there home at Godrics Hollow at the expense of his parents life's. This was the first time Harry had seen Voldemort- or what ever the hell that was that was starring back from the reflection in the mirror. It was also the first time has scar had hurt. Harry decided to dismiss the dream as just that, a dream.
Harry looked at his watch.4:56 am. There was no point in him trying to get back to sleep; he knew he wouldn't be able to. This was Harry's first night atHogwartsSchoolof witchcraft and wizardry. Harry had been eagerly awaiting this day for many years, all the stories his godfather, legal guardian and Hogwarts defence against the dark arts professor Sirius Black had told him he had the idea Hogwarts was the best place on earth. Last night Harry James Potter had been sorted into Gryffindor house-the same house as his mum, dad and Sirius.
Harry got out of his four poster bed and grabbed the textbook on his bedside cabinet. "Standard book of spells grade 1." Harry made his way down into the Gryffindor common room; he was planning on doing some extra studying before everyone else got up to head down to the great hall for breakfast. To Harry's surprise however he was not alone. There was a small girl with bushy brown hair sitting asleep on the couch in front of the dying fire. Harry looked at the girl more closely and recognised her as a fellow year mate, Hermione if he remembered correctly. His attention was then caught by the open book in her lap; he carefully picked it up and inspected the cover. "Advanced Transfiguration" by Angelina Hunt. "A bit optimistic is she not." Harry muttered to himself. He placed the two books down on the table and lifted the sleeping girl into his arms, her head leaning against his chest.
Harry used his foot to open the door leading to the girl's dormitories. Harry proceeded up the staircase, however when he was nearly half way to the top, the stairs disappeared from under him. Harry fell forward and the girl fell out his arms, Harry slid down the slide and collided painfully at the bottom with the wooden door, a moment later the girl collided into him.
"Oh I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" the girl asked Harry.
"I'm fine" Harry replied rubbing his sore elbow, which had taken the impact from the collision. "What happened to the stairs?" Harry asked watching the slide now slowly change back into stairs.
"Boys are not allowed in the girls dormitories. Ive read all about it in Hogwarts a history. Godric Gryffindor believed that boys were less trustworthy, so bewitched the staircase to change if a boy ever tried to enter. The book is very fascinating. It is possibly my favourite book, but if you are looking for a more reliable insight into the history of Hogwarts then I suggest you try Hogwarts through the ages by Hannah taut." The girl said this very fast and animatedly. "I'm Hermione Granger by the way, nice to meet you." She said sticking out her hand.
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter nice to meet you too." He replied shaking Hermione's hand.
"Are you really? Ive read all about you of course. You're in The Rise And Fall Of The Dark Arts, Important History Events Of The 20th Centaury and a few more. It's fascinating how you managed to escape you know who, while he perished. Of course im glad you did otherwise I may not have been able to come to Hogwarts the world would be a lot worse for people like me." Harry noticed that Hermione seemed to have lost her enthusiasm.
"Im sorry Hermione, but do you mind if we talk in the common room, it's quite a cold floor." Both of the new first years made there way down to the common room and sat on the couch. Hermione pulled out her want from her housecoat pocket and pointed it at the now dead fire place.
"Inendio." A fire roared at the spell and Harry felt the air begin to loss its cold chill.
"Hermione when you said if Voldemort was still at large" Hermione shuddered as Harry said the dark lords name. "What did you mean when you said you would not have been allowed in Hogwarts and people like me?"
"Im a muggle born. My mum and dad are dentists." Harry understood what Hermione meant; of course Vodlemort would try to eradicate the filth he sees as muggleborns.
"Well he's gone now. There is nothing wrong with your parents being muggles, in fact my mum was also a muggleborn and from what ive heard she was very bright and powerful." Hermione seemed to perk up a bit at Harry kind words of comfort. "I bet it was a real surprise to your parents when you got your Hogwarts letter."
"Well I never actually got the letter. One morning we were eating breakfast, when all of a sudden our fire place turned all green and Professor McGonagall stepped out of the flames."
For the rest of the morning Harry and Hermione talked about there life's before coming to Hogwarts, about what subjects they looked forward to. By the time the first student came down to go to breakfast they both knew a lot about the other. Harry and Hermione went up to there respect dormitory's to get showered and changed before heading down to breakfast.
Harry took the seat next to Hermione and noticed again that the girl had a book in front of her. "Do you ever stop reading" Harry asked.
Hermione didn't answer but to Harry's amazement instead got up and stormed out of the great hall obviously upset. "Hermione" he called out after her. Harry also got up and began to quickly walk after Hermione. Harry didn't even register the delivery owls enter the hall nor the reaction in the hall after they read the front cover of the daily prophet,
Harry finally found Hermione sitting in the library-what a surprise. "Hermione are you ok?" Harry asked slightly out of breath. Hermione noticing Harry's presence quickly tried to wipe her eyes to hide the fact she had been crying.
"Yes, Harry. I'm fine thank you very much." Hermione replied sharply. Hermione was not fine. Harry's comment at breakfast had reminded her of her history. Hermione had always been ridiculed for always having her nose in a book, and being a teachers pet by knowing every answer to every question. It was a vicious cycle; the more Hermione was bullied and made fun of for always reading the more see disappeared from her problems behind a book. Hermione had no real friends. The pair sat in awkward silence for a few seconds. "you must think me a freak" Hermione continued not bothering to hide the tears now dropping from her eyes. "Your probably thinking that all she does is read, how pathetic, you don't have to pretend to be ,y friend I understand, no one wants to be friends with a geek like me."
"Hermione there is nothing wrong with liking to read. It just means you will be a lot smarter than everyone else in the year. I'm not pretending to be your friend. You are the first person who sees me, for who I am, not the boy who lived." Hermione chucked herself at Harry her arms wrapping round him engulfing him in a vice like grip. Nobody had ever been this nice to her. And here was Harry not caring about her reading habits. Harry a true friend. Her first friend.
Harry led the teary eyed Hermione back to the great hall her hand grasped tightly on Harry's not wanting to let go. Harry thought the duo would slip back into breakfast unnoticed. How wrong he was.
When Harry pushed open the huge doors of the great hall he noticed that Dumbledore was standing at his podium Cleary addressing the school. However as Dumbledore's eyes met Harry's he stopped abruptly. The students were shocked at Dumbledore's sudden silence and followed his gaze to Harry and Hermione standing just inside the doors. Every eye in the great hall, alive or dead had found the duo freezing them to the spot. Harry felt his face becoming red and was very conscious of Hermione's hand locked within his own. Harry's eyes travelled along the professors table and his eyes rested on Sirius. Sirius starred back with wide scared eyes. Harry noticed the daily prophet open in front of him and quickly tore his gaze away from his godfather and his eyes found the nearest paper. He read the headline and felt as if his whole world was crashing down around him.
He Who Must Not Be Named Returns
A/N Sorry i don't know why the chapter did not post the first time. well here it is, perhaps a bit short but lets see how it does. thanks for reading