Harry Potter & The Prophet's Prediction
Chapter One
Morning At The BurrowThe sun shined into the window onto Harry Potter's sleeping face, its warmth gently woke him and he rolled over in his bed. A few feet away his best friend Ron Weasley laid on his back pajama top part open reveling the same shock of red hair that he had on his head. Everyone in the Weasley household had that red hair, so bright and full of life unlike Harry's plain black messy hair, but Harry had something that none of the Weasleys had. He had a scar in the shape of a lighting bolt on his forehead. It was a sign of the day when he was just a baby and Lord Voldemort killed his parents and tried to kill him, but his mother's love saved him and Voldemort was reduced to nothing but a dark soul left to rebuild himself. That was 16 years ago, but today on this bright sunny day at the burrow nothing could go wrong it was the day before his 6th year at Hogwarts and he was going to Diagon Alley with Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Weasleys to get all his books and supplies and of course he would have to stop by Quality Quidditch Supplies and see what they had for his favorite sport in the world. After all he was the Gryffindor Seeker and a damn good one at that.
"Ron" Harry said under his breath "Ron, come on get up"No response at all. Harry gets up and puts his glasses on; he slowly pads over to the bed and gently climbs on over the top of Ron straddling him. Damn he sleeps heavy Harry thinks. Harry licks his first two fingers and gently places them on Ron's lips. Well this was getting a reaction, Ron was now trying to snog Harry's fingers and starts to mumble someone's name that Harry did not catch but he started to giggle and Ron's eyes suddenly popped open with alarm.
"Bloody Hell Mate What are you doing?"
At this point Harry was laughing so hard that he fell forward onto Ron and then off the bed to the floor. Once there he just kept laughing. Then he heard the door open and there stood Hermione looking confused and a bit amused at the same time.
"What are you two doing?" she asked "You know what never mind I don't want to know, but I suggest you two get ready and get downstairs Mrs. Weasley is making us a big breakfast before we head off to Diagon Alley."
With that she turned on her heals closed the door and was off down the stairs with fading thumps. At this point Harry had calmed down and a bewildered looking Ron pulled himself out of bed. Stumbling over to his trunk that he was sharing with Harry he pulled out his muggle best clothes although they were a bit worn and tossed Harry's to him, Harry still had a goofy smile on his face but caught the clothes and started to get out of his pajamas and into a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and a over sized flannel shirt that were Dudley's hand me down. That's all Harry ever got from the Dursleys were hand me downs from Dudley. He swore that if they could they would not feed him at all, or take care of him in the least. They hated his kind, magic folks, and Harry hated them, they were the worst kind of muggles, non-magic folks you could ever meet. Harry was so grateful that he got to spend most of the summer at the burrow with Ron and his family and that Hermione got to stay also. Her parents were also muggles but even though they were a bit scared of it they did not try to squash it out of her like the Dursleys did to him. They supported her even though they would never fully understand it all. Why did Harry's parents have to die, why did he have to get stuck living with his aunt and uncle and there good for nothing son, well at least he has his Godfather Sirius Black, even if he was a convicted murder, well at least that's what people thought, he was framed. Besides two more years at Hogwarts and he would be an adult and he could stay in the magical world forever, his world where he belonged.
"Common mate lets go already…" Ron whined
Ron's voice snapped Harry back to reality and he quickly finished getting dressed and followed Ron out the room, down the stairs and into the kitchen to be greeted by all the Weasleys as he and Ron sat down and Mrs. Weasley waved her wand and plates full of bacon, eggs, pancake, and potatoes placed themselves in front of the boys.
"Eat up boys we have a busy day ahead of us and I want to get into the fireplace before it gets too crowed." She quickly said as she rushed away.
Now to a Muggle or even Harry as of a few years ago her statement about the fireplace sounded like crazy talk but now he knew better. In the magical world fireplaces were hooked into the floo network. A magical way of traveling that took seconds to go great distances. All one had to do was take a handful of floo powder, yell where you wanted to go and drop it into the fireplace. At which time great green flames appeared and took you off to where you wanted to go. Harry will never forget when he took his first trip via the floo network. He had not said Diagon Alley clearly and landed up dizzy, sore and lost down in Knockturn Alley. Not a place you wanted to be unless you are up to no good. Luckily Hagrid had been down there getting some flesh eating slug repellent and had saved him from who knows what.
"Common Harry, what's on your mind today, you keep drifting off?" Ron asked
"Nothing, I'm Fine, let's get going…" Harry said
"Not until I brush that hair of yours young man," exclaimed Mrs. Weasley as she bustled forward with a brush in hand towards Ron's head.
"Awe Mom stop it its only going to get messed up again anyways" Ron whined
At this point with Ron red with embarrassment it was time to go and they all stood as Mrs. Weasley flicked her wand and the dishes all flew to the sink and started to wash themselves. They all headed for the fireplace and lined up behind Mr. Weasley and Ron's little and only sister Ginny. Ok everyone ready? Then lets head off to Diagon Alley.