Disclaimer: The characters all belong to J.K Rowling, all that's mine is
the plot. I'm just a poor high school student with no job.
Authors Note:Hey this is my first fic so be gentle. Read and review if you want more chapters.This is first chapter is dedicated to Tara, who's works inspired me to write this. Thanks
Expectations
Chapter 1
It was a hot summer day in early July about a week before Harry's birthday. He sat on his bed flipping through "Flying with the Chuddley Cannons" a Christmas present from his best friend at Hogwarts, Ron Weasley. Watching the players zoom around performing stunts on their brooms, he sighed wishing he were flying and feeling the wind through his hair in the glistening sunlight. His mind drifted back to the fact that he had yet to hear from either Ron or Hermione. There were many theories he had contemplated as to their complete lack of correspondence, including an odd scenario involving a wolf, a muggle invention called a snowplow, and a warm mug of butter beer.
Harry knew that his friends were both currently visiting relatives outside of the country. They surely had better things to do than trying to cheer him up over the loss of another summer wasted at the Dursleys. Still, he thought, they could at least drop him a postcard.
He started to worry. His mind ventured back to the summer before his second year at Hogwarts. A house-elf named Dobby had managed to stop his mail from being delivered, causing all sorts of other chaos along the way. Harry didn't have time to dwell on the memory, as a loud clicking at the window drew his attention from his snowplow theories and house-elf magic. He immediately peered out the curtain revealing the familiar form of Hedwig. Harry's heart jumped at the though that his godfather Sirius, who was still on the run from the Ministry, had found time to reply to his letter already. Then he remembered why he had written to him in the first place; his scar. He could still feel the way it burned though. That was two nights ago.
He had awoken from a dream in which Voldemort had composed and sent a message, by owl, to someone whom he referred to as "his most loyal Death Eater". Harry had many ideas of who this could be, the most likely of which being Lucius Malfoy. He knew Lucius had renounced his former master. But Harry was sure it was all a ploy to escape a much-deserved stay in Azkaban. Hell, for all that he had done maybe he deserved the kiss of death! Voldemort then called Wormtail into the room and discussed how best to test their suspicions, about someone at Hogwarts, without arising any concerns with Dumbledore.
Harry woke-up from the dream with his scar burning vividly. He immediately wrote to Sirius, just as he had been ordered, and explained what had happened and what he had seen. But that was only yesterday! Another thought erupted in Harry's mind as he began to tear off the string binding the parchment that revealed his godfathers messy print. How could it have gotten here this fast if Sirius wasn't near and if he was near, then why? Harry finally got the small tan string of raffia off of the parchment and began to read.
Harry,
I have no idea who Voldemort would be referring to as his "most loyal supporter," or who he would have suspicions about at Hogwarts. But he is definitely plotting something. I have informed Dumbledore and he agrees that it's best if you spend the rest of your summer holiday where you are; at Privet Drive. I know that you won't be happy about this but we have our reasons for our actions.
However, there is a bit of good news. I am passing through on my mission, that Dumbledore sent me out on, and I will be personally giving you your birthday present. I'm not quite sure when yet, but I'll let you know. For the time being, please stay where you are and do try to stay out of trouble with those wretches the Dursleys. Hope you're doing well.
Sirius
'WHAT! I have to spend all summer here? What good will they be if
Voldemort decided to drop by and pay me a little visit?' thought Harry. 'At least I have Sirius' visit to look forward to.' He had long ago stopped worrying about Sirius being captured. Harry knew that he was quite skilled at using his unregistered Animagus form to his advantage, when it came to escaping Ministry capture. 'Why would he be in this area? What witch or wizard in their right mind would want to be near Privet Drive without a good reason?'
Little did he know; a meeting of great import was taking place just down the street.
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"I just don't know if he's prepared for that yet, Remus! We don't even know if it will work," said Sirius, obviously in distress over the thought of Harry facing anymore conflict without a very good reason.
"I know, Sirius. But Harry is stronger than you think! He can handle this!" Lupin replied.
"Yes, I quite agree," Dumbledore said with a familiar twinkle in his eyes. "Harrys' part in all of this isn't over. He is a key component of the events that will soon be set into motion, with or without his knowledge. Plus it's the only plan we have."
At that exact moment, two rather odd looking cats, one having unusual markings around its eyes, appeared in the room and transformed into two elderly witches. If this had happened in any other room, in any other house on this street, it would have caused a commotion like no other, but to the occupants of this particular room it was a common event.
"And what have the two of you discovered?" Dumbledore asked the witches curiously.
"Absolutely nothing of any relevancy to us. Albus, I fear we are too late and things have already been set into motion right under our noses," said Arabella with little hope in her cracking voice.
They had been watching the Malfoy manor for weeks now, trying to find any clue at all as to what Lucius and his fellow Death Eaters were up to. But they had yet to see so much as a house-elf doing anything inappropriate.
"Well, we will just have to keep our eyes open a little longer," said Minerva with a sigh. She was clearly worn out from her contribution to this little group.
They had been discussing these matters since late into the previous night, and would more than likely be here for quite some time to come. What they decided wouldn't just effect their futures but everyone, Muggle or magical.
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Well what did you think? Review and tell me any sugestions you have or email me at hopeless86@aol.com
Authors Note:Hey this is my first fic so be gentle. Read and review if you want more chapters.This is first chapter is dedicated to Tara, who's works inspired me to write this. Thanks
Expectations
Chapter 1
It was a hot summer day in early July about a week before Harry's birthday. He sat on his bed flipping through "Flying with the Chuddley Cannons" a Christmas present from his best friend at Hogwarts, Ron Weasley. Watching the players zoom around performing stunts on their brooms, he sighed wishing he were flying and feeling the wind through his hair in the glistening sunlight. His mind drifted back to the fact that he had yet to hear from either Ron or Hermione. There were many theories he had contemplated as to their complete lack of correspondence, including an odd scenario involving a wolf, a muggle invention called a snowplow, and a warm mug of butter beer.
Harry knew that his friends were both currently visiting relatives outside of the country. They surely had better things to do than trying to cheer him up over the loss of another summer wasted at the Dursleys. Still, he thought, they could at least drop him a postcard.
He started to worry. His mind ventured back to the summer before his second year at Hogwarts. A house-elf named Dobby had managed to stop his mail from being delivered, causing all sorts of other chaos along the way. Harry didn't have time to dwell on the memory, as a loud clicking at the window drew his attention from his snowplow theories and house-elf magic. He immediately peered out the curtain revealing the familiar form of Hedwig. Harry's heart jumped at the though that his godfather Sirius, who was still on the run from the Ministry, had found time to reply to his letter already. Then he remembered why he had written to him in the first place; his scar. He could still feel the way it burned though. That was two nights ago.
He had awoken from a dream in which Voldemort had composed and sent a message, by owl, to someone whom he referred to as "his most loyal Death Eater". Harry had many ideas of who this could be, the most likely of which being Lucius Malfoy. He knew Lucius had renounced his former master. But Harry was sure it was all a ploy to escape a much-deserved stay in Azkaban. Hell, for all that he had done maybe he deserved the kiss of death! Voldemort then called Wormtail into the room and discussed how best to test their suspicions, about someone at Hogwarts, without arising any concerns with Dumbledore.
Harry woke-up from the dream with his scar burning vividly. He immediately wrote to Sirius, just as he had been ordered, and explained what had happened and what he had seen. But that was only yesterday! Another thought erupted in Harry's mind as he began to tear off the string binding the parchment that revealed his godfathers messy print. How could it have gotten here this fast if Sirius wasn't near and if he was near, then why? Harry finally got the small tan string of raffia off of the parchment and began to read.
Harry,
I have no idea who Voldemort would be referring to as his "most loyal supporter," or who he would have suspicions about at Hogwarts. But he is definitely plotting something. I have informed Dumbledore and he agrees that it's best if you spend the rest of your summer holiday where you are; at Privet Drive. I know that you won't be happy about this but we have our reasons for our actions.
However, there is a bit of good news. I am passing through on my mission, that Dumbledore sent me out on, and I will be personally giving you your birthday present. I'm not quite sure when yet, but I'll let you know. For the time being, please stay where you are and do try to stay out of trouble with those wretches the Dursleys. Hope you're doing well.
Sirius
'WHAT! I have to spend all summer here? What good will they be if
Voldemort decided to drop by and pay me a little visit?' thought Harry. 'At least I have Sirius' visit to look forward to.' He had long ago stopped worrying about Sirius being captured. Harry knew that he was quite skilled at using his unregistered Animagus form to his advantage, when it came to escaping Ministry capture. 'Why would he be in this area? What witch or wizard in their right mind would want to be near Privet Drive without a good reason?'
Little did he know; a meeting of great import was taking place just down the street.
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"I just don't know if he's prepared for that yet, Remus! We don't even know if it will work," said Sirius, obviously in distress over the thought of Harry facing anymore conflict without a very good reason.
"I know, Sirius. But Harry is stronger than you think! He can handle this!" Lupin replied.
"Yes, I quite agree," Dumbledore said with a familiar twinkle in his eyes. "Harrys' part in all of this isn't over. He is a key component of the events that will soon be set into motion, with or without his knowledge. Plus it's the only plan we have."
At that exact moment, two rather odd looking cats, one having unusual markings around its eyes, appeared in the room and transformed into two elderly witches. If this had happened in any other room, in any other house on this street, it would have caused a commotion like no other, but to the occupants of this particular room it was a common event.
"And what have the two of you discovered?" Dumbledore asked the witches curiously.
"Absolutely nothing of any relevancy to us. Albus, I fear we are too late and things have already been set into motion right under our noses," said Arabella with little hope in her cracking voice.
They had been watching the Malfoy manor for weeks now, trying to find any clue at all as to what Lucius and his fellow Death Eaters were up to. But they had yet to see so much as a house-elf doing anything inappropriate.
"Well, we will just have to keep our eyes open a little longer," said Minerva with a sigh. She was clearly worn out from her contribution to this little group.
They had been discussing these matters since late into the previous night, and would more than likely be here for quite some time to come. What they decided wouldn't just effect their futures but everyone, Muggle or magical.
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Well what did you think? Review and tell me any sugestions you have or email me at hopeless86@aol.com