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Harry Potter and the Year of Surprises
A teenager, probably around 16 was pulling weeds in a garden. His dark hair, which now reached his shoulders, obscured his face. He was extremely thin, but was rather tall. Standing at about six feet tall, he dwarved the older lady that was observing him with scrutiny.
"Boy! You missed that weed!" she would yell, and he would crawl over to where she would look, and pull that weed out. After about two hours of pulling weeds in the blistering sun, he entered his relations house.
You see, this boy was Harry Potter. He was a wizard, and not a normal one at that. He had lost his parents to the most evil Dark Lord in all of time, and Harry was either destined to kill him, or be killed by him. His only souvenir of his parent's death was his scar. His lightning-bolt shaped scar was inflicted by Voldemort after surviving the impossible. Currently, he was with his Aunt and Uncle, who both hated him. The only reason that he continued to stay there was because Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, told him that that was where he would be safest. As long as Harry was in a blood-relative's care, he would be safe.
As Harry entered the house, he spotted the overly large Dudley Dursley. He was sitting at the dinner table, begging Uncle Vernon for more food. You see, Dudley had the approximate mass of a whale, and that didn't bode well with the school nurse at Dudley's school. She had insisted he be put on a diet. And everyone in the Dursley household went with the diet. But it was worse for Harry, since his Aunt had refused to believe that Harry was thinner than his 500 lbs. cousin. It would be grapefruit in the morning, water for lunch, and grapefruit for dinner.
Last year, Harry had survived this diet by having his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger send food to him. However, this summer, Harry had not received one letter from either of his friends, or anyone else for that matter. Harry's own owl, used to send letter's in the wizarding world, was confiscated by his Uncle Vernon at the beginning of summer.
Harry however skinny he might be though, had been gaining muscle mass somehow. He definitely wasn't a bodybuilder, but he had some muscle definition. It had appeared a week after he had come back to the Dursley's after his fifth year in school. It hadn't went away no matter how much he wasn't fed, and it appeared to become more defined anyways. Harry attributed his new muscles with all of the hard work he was doing for his family.
Harry walked up the stairs, and went in his room. He closed the door, and lay on his bed. His thoughts, however much he tried to distract himself, always managed to lay on his godfather's death. In his fifth year, he had indirectly killed his godfather. It plagued Harry in his dreams, which showed through the black circles around his eyes. He would wake up, sweat glistening all over his body, hardly able to remember the dream that had scared him so.
Slowly, Harry drifted to sleep. His final thought before he was taken under was that his birthday was tomorrow. 'Not that the Dursley's would do anything about it...' thought Harry despairingly.
Harry awoke from his nightmare scared out of his mind. All he could remember was that Sirius, his godfather, was angry at Harry for letting him die. Tears formed in Harry's eyes, but he blinked them away before they could show in the moonlight.
Clearing his mind of all thoughts, he practiced his Occlumency. Occlumency was the art of concealing one's mind from outside sources. It also helped that it calmed Harry greatly. Along with Occlumency though, Harry had been learning quite a bit of Legilimency. Legilimency was the art of reading someone's mind. He practiced it daily on his family, and they never had any clue. He was getting quite good at both.
He pulled out a loose floorboard and pulled out a few thick books. Before he had left Hogwarts, he had appropriated a few books from the library. He had been studying them, and was eager to try what he now knew. He knew what every charm, curse, hex, and counter-curse in all of his books, and even a few books that were not currently in his possession. You see, after being revealed to be the downfall or the supreme savior of the wizarding world, he had been reading, alot.
He opened the books, and scanned a few pages before he put them back. There wasn't anything in there he didn't know. Growing bored very quickly, he practiced his physical fighting techniques. After seeing that physical aptitude would help in a wizarding duel, he had been running around his block more, and had been doing so many muscle exercises, that he was seeing results after only a week. He had grown more fast, and quite a bit stronger.
His concentration broke, however, as he remembered that it was his birthday. He was sixteen. So where were the owls? Harry knew that his friends had always remembered his birthday, and always gave him at least a letter. After calming his mind from the anger that had started to form, he 'spread his awareness'. It was a surprisingly difficult thing to do, as this form of Legilimency did, as some would describe, a 'search' of the planet. Harry knew that it was one of the most advanced forms of Legilimency, and that even Voldemort probably couldn't do it. Feeling rather proud of himself, he pulled himself into the 'vision'.
His searching ability allowed himself to 'see' the answer to a particular question. It would manifest itself as a presence. He wouldn't see it with his eyes, or hear it with his ears, or anything else like that. It would recreate the presence generated by such a subject. The feeling of happiness and old-age that came would leave Harry with no doubt on who had either blocked, or intercepted all of his letters. His mentor, Albus Dumbledore, had been stopping Harry from receiving his letters.
Anger as such Harry had only experienced once flew through him. The only time he had ever been so angry was when Bellatrix Lestrange had blasted Sirius into the veil, which had killed Sirius. This was interrupted by the tapping noise against his window. Before he could properly think, he sharply gazed at the window and extended a hand. Snapping his fingers, the window shattered into tiny fragments. The owl zoomed in, dropped the letter, and sped off into the night, terrified. Harry gazed at his hand, his anger momentarily dissappating. Had he just done wandless magic?
He set aside that thought as he noticed the letter on his bed. It had Harry's name on it, and as Harry flipped it over, he noted that it had the Hogwarts crest on it. He opened it, and pulled out the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Your O.W.L. results have been posted in this letter. They are:
Charms: O
Transfiguration: O
Defense Against the Dark Arts: O
Potions: O
Astronomy: A
Divination: D
History of Magic: EE
Herbology: EE
Care of Magical Creatures: O
O: Outstanding 2 O.W.L.'s
EE: Exceeds Expecations 2 O.W.L.'s
A: Acceptable 1 O.W.L.
P: Poor 1 O.W.L.
D: Dreadful 0 O.W.L
Total: 15 O.W.L's
It has come to our attention that when you were doing your Astronomy tests, were extenuating circumstances, and everyone was given an A.
At this, Harry stopped reading and almost hugged the letter in joy. 'Fifteen O.W.L.'s! Hermione's going to kill me! Ron will probably be really excited. I wonder what he got. I already know that Hermione got all O's...' He started to read the second letter that had been delivered by the owl. On it, it noted that the owl had been intercepted and had been given an extra letter. It was closed with the Minster's seal, so he read it. As he read, his face paled to the unhealthy point. When he finished, he was so angry that gold lightning bolts of magical energy were zinging their way around his body. Feeling that he should exert some more wandless magic since he hadn't gotten a letter the first time, he summoned all of his belongings to him. After setting Hedwig out of her cage and telling her to go to the Burrow, he did something he had never done before. He apparated away.
The Dursley's all packed into Harry's room moments later. They saw that it was bare. The noise and the objects floating quickly to his room had scared them, and he was going to get it. However, after noting that the room was empty, they saw the letter that Harry had read. Vernon Dursley picked it up and read it. Chuckling, he passed it to his wife, who started chuckling also. In a few moments, they were laughing outright.
Mr. Potter,
After all of the danger you have been subjected to, I have decided to have you remain in the Dursley residence rather than rejoin the wizarding world at this point. It would be safer for you. Also, you may have noticed that you have not had any owls delivering mail to you. This is because I have stopped them. They may have harmful materials, and those materials should never come into contact with you.
You will have no contact with the wizarding world, and it shall remain that way until the situation has been deemed non-hazardous to you. Have a good day.
The Minister of Magic,
Cornelius E. Fudge
Order of Merlin: First Class
(A/N) I will update again soon. I beg all of you to hit that 'go' button down there and review. You see, I relay my next chapter faster the more reviews I get. It's a give and give relationship. The more you guys give, the more I give. Thanks for reading so far. I will have the next chapter posted within the next two days or so. Hopefully. Depending on reviews.
Harry Potter and the Year of Surprises
A teenager, probably around 16 was pulling weeds in a garden. His dark hair, which now reached his shoulders, obscured his face. He was extremely thin, but was rather tall. Standing at about six feet tall, he dwarved the older lady that was observing him with scrutiny.
"Boy! You missed that weed!" she would yell, and he would crawl over to where she would look, and pull that weed out. After about two hours of pulling weeds in the blistering sun, he entered his relations house.
You see, this boy was Harry Potter. He was a wizard, and not a normal one at that. He had lost his parents to the most evil Dark Lord in all of time, and Harry was either destined to kill him, or be killed by him. His only souvenir of his parent's death was his scar. His lightning-bolt shaped scar was inflicted by Voldemort after surviving the impossible. Currently, he was with his Aunt and Uncle, who both hated him. The only reason that he continued to stay there was because Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, told him that that was where he would be safest. As long as Harry was in a blood-relative's care, he would be safe.
As Harry entered the house, he spotted the overly large Dudley Dursley. He was sitting at the dinner table, begging Uncle Vernon for more food. You see, Dudley had the approximate mass of a whale, and that didn't bode well with the school nurse at Dudley's school. She had insisted he be put on a diet. And everyone in the Dursley household went with the diet. But it was worse for Harry, since his Aunt had refused to believe that Harry was thinner than his 500 lbs. cousin. It would be grapefruit in the morning, water for lunch, and grapefruit for dinner.
Last year, Harry had survived this diet by having his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger send food to him. However, this summer, Harry had not received one letter from either of his friends, or anyone else for that matter. Harry's own owl, used to send letter's in the wizarding world, was confiscated by his Uncle Vernon at the beginning of summer.
Harry however skinny he might be though, had been gaining muscle mass somehow. He definitely wasn't a bodybuilder, but he had some muscle definition. It had appeared a week after he had come back to the Dursley's after his fifth year in school. It hadn't went away no matter how much he wasn't fed, and it appeared to become more defined anyways. Harry attributed his new muscles with all of the hard work he was doing for his family.
Harry walked up the stairs, and went in his room. He closed the door, and lay on his bed. His thoughts, however much he tried to distract himself, always managed to lay on his godfather's death. In his fifth year, he had indirectly killed his godfather. It plagued Harry in his dreams, which showed through the black circles around his eyes. He would wake up, sweat glistening all over his body, hardly able to remember the dream that had scared him so.
Slowly, Harry drifted to sleep. His final thought before he was taken under was that his birthday was tomorrow. 'Not that the Dursley's would do anything about it...' thought Harry despairingly.
Harry awoke from his nightmare scared out of his mind. All he could remember was that Sirius, his godfather, was angry at Harry for letting him die. Tears formed in Harry's eyes, but he blinked them away before they could show in the moonlight.
Clearing his mind of all thoughts, he practiced his Occlumency. Occlumency was the art of concealing one's mind from outside sources. It also helped that it calmed Harry greatly. Along with Occlumency though, Harry had been learning quite a bit of Legilimency. Legilimency was the art of reading someone's mind. He practiced it daily on his family, and they never had any clue. He was getting quite good at both.
He pulled out a loose floorboard and pulled out a few thick books. Before he had left Hogwarts, he had appropriated a few books from the library. He had been studying them, and was eager to try what he now knew. He knew what every charm, curse, hex, and counter-curse in all of his books, and even a few books that were not currently in his possession. You see, after being revealed to be the downfall or the supreme savior of the wizarding world, he had been reading, alot.
He opened the books, and scanned a few pages before he put them back. There wasn't anything in there he didn't know. Growing bored very quickly, he practiced his physical fighting techniques. After seeing that physical aptitude would help in a wizarding duel, he had been running around his block more, and had been doing so many muscle exercises, that he was seeing results after only a week. He had grown more fast, and quite a bit stronger.
His concentration broke, however, as he remembered that it was his birthday. He was sixteen. So where were the owls? Harry knew that his friends had always remembered his birthday, and always gave him at least a letter. After calming his mind from the anger that had started to form, he 'spread his awareness'. It was a surprisingly difficult thing to do, as this form of Legilimency did, as some would describe, a 'search' of the planet. Harry knew that it was one of the most advanced forms of Legilimency, and that even Voldemort probably couldn't do it. Feeling rather proud of himself, he pulled himself into the 'vision'.
His searching ability allowed himself to 'see' the answer to a particular question. It would manifest itself as a presence. He wouldn't see it with his eyes, or hear it with his ears, or anything else like that. It would recreate the presence generated by such a subject. The feeling of happiness and old-age that came would leave Harry with no doubt on who had either blocked, or intercepted all of his letters. His mentor, Albus Dumbledore, had been stopping Harry from receiving his letters.
Anger as such Harry had only experienced once flew through him. The only time he had ever been so angry was when Bellatrix Lestrange had blasted Sirius into the veil, which had killed Sirius. This was interrupted by the tapping noise against his window. Before he could properly think, he sharply gazed at the window and extended a hand. Snapping his fingers, the window shattered into tiny fragments. The owl zoomed in, dropped the letter, and sped off into the night, terrified. Harry gazed at his hand, his anger momentarily dissappating. Had he just done wandless magic?
He set aside that thought as he noticed the letter on his bed. It had Harry's name on it, and as Harry flipped it over, he noted that it had the Hogwarts crest on it. He opened it, and pulled out the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Your O.W.L. results have been posted in this letter. They are:
Charms: O
Transfiguration: O
Defense Against the Dark Arts: O
Potions: O
Astronomy: A
Divination: D
History of Magic: EE
Herbology: EE
Care of Magical Creatures: O
O: Outstanding 2 O.W.L.'s
EE: Exceeds Expecations 2 O.W.L.'s
A: Acceptable 1 O.W.L.
P: Poor 1 O.W.L.
D: Dreadful 0 O.W.L
Total: 15 O.W.L's
It has come to our attention that when you were doing your Astronomy tests, were extenuating circumstances, and everyone was given an A.
At this, Harry stopped reading and almost hugged the letter in joy. 'Fifteen O.W.L.'s! Hermione's going to kill me! Ron will probably be really excited. I wonder what he got. I already know that Hermione got all O's...' He started to read the second letter that had been delivered by the owl. On it, it noted that the owl had been intercepted and had been given an extra letter. It was closed with the Minster's seal, so he read it. As he read, his face paled to the unhealthy point. When he finished, he was so angry that gold lightning bolts of magical energy were zinging their way around his body. Feeling that he should exert some more wandless magic since he hadn't gotten a letter the first time, he summoned all of his belongings to him. After setting Hedwig out of her cage and telling her to go to the Burrow, he did something he had never done before. He apparated away.
The Dursley's all packed into Harry's room moments later. They saw that it was bare. The noise and the objects floating quickly to his room had scared them, and he was going to get it. However, after noting that the room was empty, they saw the letter that Harry had read. Vernon Dursley picked it up and read it. Chuckling, he passed it to his wife, who started chuckling also. In a few moments, they were laughing outright.
Mr. Potter,
After all of the danger you have been subjected to, I have decided to have you remain in the Dursley residence rather than rejoin the wizarding world at this point. It would be safer for you. Also, you may have noticed that you have not had any owls delivering mail to you. This is because I have stopped them. They may have harmful materials, and those materials should never come into contact with you.
You will have no contact with the wizarding world, and it shall remain that way until the situation has been deemed non-hazardous to you. Have a good day.
The Minister of Magic,
Cornelius E. Fudge
Order of Merlin: First Class
(A/N) I will update again soon. I beg all of you to hit that 'go' button down there and review. You see, I relay my next chapter faster the more reviews I get. It's a give and give relationship. The more you guys give, the more I give. Thanks for reading so far. I will have the next chapter posted within the next two days or so. Hopefully. Depending on reviews.