Summary: It's Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts and the Dark Lord has risen. Of course, no one believes his story. Harry meets Viv, a mysterious girl who's magic is advanced for her age and has an unknown prophecy about her; he sees her again at the Order & Hogwarts. Oliver has come back to coach Gryffindor's Quidditch team, Dolores Umbridge is destroying Hogwarts, kids hate Harry, and Voldemort is back. Could his year get any better?
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Harry Potter lay on his bed, eyes closed, waiting. Waiting for a sign of life, hope, or saving. He was tired of being cooped up in the Dursley's place all summer. He wanted—no, needed out; It was becoming too much to handle no, especially since the rise of Lord Voldemort had happened. Uncle Vernon was always saying "stupid wizards and witches. Causing us so much bloody damage to us." Harry had had enough of Uncle Vernon's complaining about him and his kind. It had become too much for him to take. It was bad enough that he had to live with them, but to hear them complain about how bad wizards were? That was beginning to piss him off. Actually, it had been ever since Uncle Vernon had started talking about it. He had only brought it up briefly back then, but now it was as if he couldn't think of anything better to talk about, so he would bash wizards and witches.
How long are they going to be gone? Harry shot up with an idea. They were going to be gone probably for a while; it was the perfect time for him to sneak the last of hi homework from the cupboard under the stairs. Harry jumped from his bed and rushed out of his room, down to the entryway. He ran to the cupboard and began to pick the lock. He had stolen some of Aunt Petunia's bobby pins to pick the lock. He was in his second year when he stole them, so he could get to his books and do his summer homework. At first he had wondered if she would notice that a few of them were gone, but when he'd found where they were, he realized she wouldn't notice. There were millions of them! There had to be, at least that's what Harry thought back then. How would she notice if four or five of them were missing?
Click! It unlocked. Harry smiled as he opened the door and crept in. He pondered for a moment as he thought about what he had to finish. Professor Snap's paper on Amortentia, supposedly the strongest love potion…at least that's what Hermione had said. Harry sighed. He missed Hermione Granger, one of his best friends from Hogwarts. And Ron too. He missed both of them, but what he really missed was their laughter and smiles. He missed hearing their voices and talking about all the stupid things that Draco Malfoy, their most hated enemy, did. They were the closest band of friends you were going to find at Hogwarts. But if they were, then why hadn't he heard from them all summer long? It was almost four weeks into summer, and yet, he had heard nothing from them. Why hadn't they wrote?
Harry hit his potions book. Why hadn't they wrote to him? Why? This was the first time they hadn't wrote, at least since Dobby. Why weren't they writing to him? Had they forgotten about him? Did they think they would get him trouble? He didn't care! The more he made the Dursley's unhappy, the happier he was! Didn't they know that? He wasn't afraid of getting in trouble anymore. Actually, right now he was more worried about finishing his summer homework and … Voldemort. Harry clenched his fists tightly. Voldemort. He killed his mom, dad, and his hope of ever having a happy life where he was loved. He had destroyed it all in one night.
No! Harry shook his head. He couldn't be thinking about this now. He had to focus on getting his homework upstairs before the Dursley's came home and realized he had been sneaking his textbooks out and into the general part of the house. Harry moved quickly and found his potions book, ink and quill, and some parchment. Grabbing them quickly, he left the cupboard, closed it and locked it, and then ran back upstairs before the Dursley's came home. He ran into his room and slammed the door shut. He carefully placed everything down on his desk and then got down on the floor. He grabbed one of the floorboards and lifted it up and grabbed his schoolwork and placed it carefully under the board. He put it back down and went back to lay on his bed.
When are they going to write? Why haven't they been writing? Harry punched his bed as he glared at the ceiling. They were his saving grace; they were the only ones he cared about and they weren't even writing him. They hadn't forgotten about him … had they? No, of course they hadn't forgotten about him. He was their best friend and they were extremely close, so why weren't they writing him? He needed contact with another wizard. He was getting tired of not being able to use or talk about magic. If Uncle Vernon could tell when he was thinking about magic, he would tell him not to think about it! He needed something from the magic world; something that reminded him of Hogwarts, his home.
"Wasn't that a fun play, Dudley?" asked Aunt Petunia loudly, as Harry heard them slam the door shut. He heard some whispers and shuffling of feet and Harry quietly opened his door to get a better idea of what they were talking about.
"Yes, Mummy," Dudley said with little conviction. Harry made a small chuckle as he crept out of his room and closer to the staircase. Harry crept quietly across the hallway, avoiding all the places that squeaked.
"Well, that was a … nice play," Uncle Vernon stated, walking into the kitchen and untying his tie. Harry was now half way down the stairs and was watching them intently. Dudley looked somewhat nice, if he wasn't a huge bully towards all the other kids. He cleaned up well if he tried or was just doing what his 'Mummy' wanted him to do. Aunt Petunia was in a God-awful, vibrant pink and white dress. It would definitely stand out in a crowd and DEFINTELY embarrass Dudley. She was wearing a pair of 3-inch red pumps and her face showed contorted pain. The shoes, Harry noted, had been a size too small when she bought them. She had been complaining about it yesterday when Harry was walking by her room.
"Where's the bloody boy?" Uncle Vernon asked, but more to himself. All of the Dursley's looked up at the ceiling. Harry's eyes widened as he swiftly ran back up the stairs and into his room. He shut his door quietly, went to his bed, and lay down. He grabbed his glasses off his face and threw them on his desk and closed his eyes. Only one problem now: the light was still on. No! Harry closed his eyes as he heard footsteps on the stairs and coming down the hallway. He heard a click and his door opened. Uncle Vernon peeped into to see if Harry had done something wrong and as far as he could see, he hadn't done anything. Uncle Vernon left the room and closed the door loudly, hoping to wake Harry up.
"Merlin's beard!" Harry exclaimed quietly. "That was close." Harry let out a sigh of relief, as he propped his self up on the backboard of his bed. If he had been awake, they'd probably make him make them dinner or do something ungodly. They loved to torture him; just loved to make his life a living, walking hell. And they did a damn good job of it, Harry had concluded. Everyday, Harry prayed and hoped that he would wake up in Hogwarts and it'd be the beginning of the school year, and every morning he was sadly disappointed. Instead of waking up in Hogwarts, Harry awoke to find Uncle Vernon yelling him to get his arse up and cook them breakfast. "Merlin, take me away."
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Harry sat on a swing in a nearby park, with Dudley right across from him with three other of his pals. They were all staring at him and chuckling. Harry was nothing compared to any of 'Big D's' friends. They were big, bulky, muscular, and violent. They would destroy anyone in a heartbeat if given the chance and Harry wasn't going to give them that chance.
"So, Potter, where's your Mummy? Huh, Potter? Where's your Mummy?" asked Dudley mockingly. The guys laughed and hit each other. They pointed at Harry and laughed even more. Dudley, though, just stared at Harry, a little concerned he might have his wand with him. Harry glared at Dudley and just kicked a rock. "Potter, where's your Mummy? Is she dead?" Harry's fists clenched, and the guys just laughed harder. Shut up. Harry's knuckles were white as he glared at Dudley. "Hey Potter! What's the name you call out in the night? No! No! Don't kill him! Don't kill Cedric! Who's Cedric? Is he your boyfriend?"
"Shut up!" Harry yelled, as he rocketed from the swing and grabbed his wand from his pocket and held it to Dudley. Dudley's friends began to howl with laughter, but Dudley stared at Harry, afraid. Harry was fuming with anger and he wanted so desperately to curse Dudley right there at that moment. He wanted to send him flying and show Dudley's friends that he was a force to be reckoned and that they shouldn't be talking about his Mum. Dudley stared down the wand and into Harry's eyes, fear running all across his face.
"What's that, Potter?" laughed one of the boys, as he pointed to Harry's wand. Just as Harry was going to say something, the sky began to turn black. Clouds were rolling in…fast. The air was getting crisp and thunder began to roar in the distance. The guys began to stare at Harry with a disturbed look on their faces. "What's happening Big D?" Dudley didn't answer him; he just stared at Harry and Harry's wand.
"What's happening?" asked another one. The clouds began to roll in faster and soon the sky was all but black. The air was so crisp it felt like it was going to cut you. A drop fell from the sky and then another, and another. Rain began to pour down on them and the guys went running, babbling about nonsense. Dudley stared at Harry and Harry looked up into the sky. He heard something; he felt something; he saw …
"DEMENTORS!" Harry yelled, as he began to run back towards the Dursley's house. He didn't see them, but he could feel them alright. He could feel all the happiness leaving; he could feel the darkness creeping into his soul; he could feel the chill of the air; he could feel them approach. Harry ran and ran, with Dudley right on his tail. Why were they here? Why were they in Little Whinging? They were supposed to be in Azkaban, not here! They were … with Voldemort.
Harry ran into a tunnel. The lights began to flicker. Dudley was right on Harry's tail and stopped to catch his breath. Harry looked back at Dudley and the lights flickered again. Then again, and finally they went out. Blackness, pure blackness. Harry whipped his head around to find Dudley, but instead saw a Dementor flying up above him. Harry's eyes widened as he tried to pull his wand out, but the Dementor already began the Dementor's Kiss. Harry began to struggle for breath and he looked over and saw Dudley on the ground, with a Dementor over him. No!
"Grr!" Harry looked behind him to see a wolf. It was a gray wolf. Its body was mainly white, with a hint of light gray running down it's back and partially on its sides. Its face had darker gray markings all over it and had vibrant golden eyes that stared at the Dementor. All of a sudden, it bounded towards the Dementor and the Dementor went for the wolf. Harry grabbed his wand.
"Expecto Patronum!" yelled Harry, as a white, glowing stag ran out from his wand and went for the Dementor about the wolf. The Dementor covered its hood and flew off. Harry moved his wand and stag towards the Dementor over Dudley, and it too went away. Harry ran over to Dudley. His face was pale and almost lifeless, but not just yet. He was still alive. Then Harry remembered the wolf. He shot his head over and the wolf had come up towards Harry. He backed off, but saw the wolf nudged Dudley. Then it went and stared at Harry.
"Th-thank you. I don't think you can understand me, but thank you," said Harry, as he put his hand out. The wolf smelled it, and then nudged the hand and began to lick it. Harry smiled as the wolf came closer. The wolf looked at Dudley and shook his head. Harry looked over at Dudley, and then looked back at the … girl. There was a girl standing exactly where the wolf had just been. She was a little short, looking only about 5"3. She had brownish-blackish-red hair that went down to her butt and almond shaped eyes. Her eyes were a beautiful purple color, different from any normal girl. She looked like she was Asian, but Harry couldn't guess if she was Chinese or something else. Then it hit him.
"I can understand you perfectly well, Harry Potter." She had a soft, but confident voice. She smiled at him. He then realized she looked to be about his age almost. She had a beautiful smile that made him feel warm inside. Her smile faded as she looked at Dudley. "We have to get him back to your Aunt's house. I will help you get him back." Harry nodded his head as he lifted Dudley up to his feet and had him put his weight on the two of them. They began to walk out of the tunnel and towards the Dursley's.
"What's your name?" asked Harry. The girl looked over at him. "I mean, you obviously know mine, so it seems that I should know yours." She smiled at him with the same warm and comforting smile she gave him in the tunnel. He smiled back at her.
"Vivian. I'm Vivian, but you can call me Viv or Vi," she answered. Harry smiled. Viv, that's a nice name. "Harry," she began, as they continued to walk closer to the Dursley's and Privet Drive, "why were the Dementors here?" Harry shrugged.
"I have no idea. I thought they were supposed to be in Azkaban," answered Harry. Vivian nodded her head. "Do you have an idea why?" Vivian nodded her head again. "What? Why do you think they were here?"
"Voldemort." She said the name with such malice and hatred. Harry's eyes widened. He knew Voldemort had been back! He saw him! He saw him kill Cedric Diggory! He was there and watched Cedric die and no one believed he was back! No one believed that Voldemort was back. Harry was about to say something, but Vivian cut him off. "Yes, Harry, I know you saw him at the Triwizard Tournament. Yes, I believe he is back too, but people aren't listening. It's not because they think you're lying Harry, it's because they're afraid that if he is back, he will reek havoc upon us."
"But—" began Harry, but was again cut off by Vivian.
"Ms. Figg," Vivian said, as an elderly lady walked up to the three of them. They were on Privet Drive now and very close to the Dursley's. Ms. Figg was an old lady who lived across the street from Harry. He had always seen her looking out her window and staring at them.
"Hello, Vivian, dear. We must get them inside. The Dementors… Mundungus Fletcher was supposed to be here! He was supposed to be watching Harry, stupid Mundungus!" she began and Vivian nodded her head.
"Yes, Ms. Figg, I saw them. They were here and yes, we'll have a talk with Mundungus. Please, get Harry back to his Aunt's house. I must take my leave here, Harry. Hopefully we'll see each other again soon," Vivian said, as she stopped. She smiled at Harry and transformed back into the wolf. She sat down and howled at the moon, and then ran down Privet Drive out of sight. Harry sighed. She was nice and extremely gorgeous.
"C'mon, Harry, we need to get you back. I've been watching you." Harry's eyes widened. "They were Dumbledore's orders." Harry stared at Ms. Figg. Dumbledore had asked Ms. Figg to watch him? Why?
"Dumbledore? Why?" asked Harry in a rush. Ms. Figg nodded her head.
"Yes, he did. He was concerned about your safety, now that You-Know-Who is back." Harry made a faint smile. At least there were two more people who believed in what he had said about Voldemort and Cedric. "Now Harry," she said, as they stood in front of the Dursley's house, "you must go in and stay at the house. Do not come back out because the Dementors could come back. Now go Harry. Go." Harry walked towards the front door and pushed it open. He staggered in with Dudley, using Harry to support him.
"Dudley!" Aunt Petunia yelled, as she ran over to Harry and Dudley. She screamed. "DUDLEY!"
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A/N: So how'd you like it? I know it could probably use some touch ups, but yea. Sorry, but I'm going to skip some parts in the beginning. I'll probably skip the flight to the Order and some other things, but not the hearing because Viv is in this. This is probably not going to be a Harry/Viv fic. I'll probably let him be with Ginny, but I need ideas of who Viv should be with.