Title: Harry Potter and the Dark Lady

Title: Harry Potter and the Dark Lady

Author: Hope Maria Conaway

Description: See Author's Note

Rating: G.

Disclaimer: All characters except for Hope Maria Conaway are property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers.

Author's Note: Ever since the rise of the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, Harry Potter has been warned by many people to be careful. Even Albus Dumbledore has gone far enough to recruit a protector for Harry. Her name is Hope Maria Conaway of Gryffindor House. She has amazing powers that surpass everyone else's. Yet, a destiny is awaiting Hope. A destiny that will result in a final confrontation that could destroy Harry and anyone that stands in the way.

Chapter 1 The Dream

Harry flew above the crowd, looking for the elusive Snitch. Harry was the Seeker for England. The team was at the championship game against Ireland. Ireland was winning by ten points.

Just then, Angelina Johnson scored a goal. Harry did a few loop-the-loops. That was when he spotted the golden Snitch. Harry leaned forward on his broom and followed the Snitch. The Seeker for Ireland followed Harry. She was no match for Harry on his Firebolt. She was on a Nimbus Two Thousand-Four. Then, just as the world seemed to slow down, Harry closed his fingers around the Snitch. The game was over! England had won! Harry landed and then his teammates hoisted him high into the air.

"Harry! Harry! Harry!" The crowd shouted.

"HARRY! HARRY!" Aunt Petunia shouted.

Harry woke up and groaned. He hated it when his aunt woke him up from good dreams. He kept his eyes closed, hoping that when he opened them, he would be at Hogwarts, staring at the canopy of his four poster bed. But, it was not so. He was still at the Dursley's, and there was still a month left until term started. He wanted to go to sleep, to relive his dream. But, how could he sleep with Aunt Petunia yelling at him to get up, with Dudley belching loudly, with Hedwig hooting nonstop.

Hedwig! She's back! Harry thought.

He got up and got dressed. Then, he untied the letter and patted Hedwig in a friendly way. He opened the letter.

Harry,

Mum says you can stay with us for the rest of the summer! If you can come, we'll pick you up at noon. If the muggles say you can't, we'll pick you up at midnight. No time to explain how. Just send an owl. See you later!

Ron

Chapter 2 The Mysterious Letter

Harry jumped with excitement and went downstairs. He sat at the table. Aunt Petunia shot him a look of absolute hatred.

"Finally. I've been yelling for you to get up for half an hour! You have chores to do today, because we have company." Aunt Petunia said coldly.

"I don't have to worry about it. Ron invited me to his house." Harry said confidently.

"Who in the blazes is Ron?" Uncle Vernon demanded from behind the newspaper.

"My friend from Hog-oops! - I mean school."

"You're not going anywhere." Uncle Vernon said menacingly.

"Well, I was writing to Sirius this morning. Maybe I'll just mention how horrible you've been treating me." Harry replied, his brilliant green eyes flashing.

"Oh, y - you're godfather?" Uncle Vernon asked nervously. "Well, alright. But, we're not taking you anywhere! And, they better not come in through the chimney!"

Harry jumped up and went to his room. He began to pack his supplies for school. Suddenly, he felt something hit the back of his head. He turned around and looked at the floor. There was a letter there. He picked it up and read it.

The Dark Lord has risen. He has his supporters everywhere, even at Hogwarts. One you will come to trust will be on his side, and then, you will not be safe. There is no way to escape, Harry James Potter.

Harry just stared at the letter, and let it drop to the floor. Who wrote the letter? And, who knew his whole name? Ron and Hermione did not know his middle name. He was truly vexed.

Chapter 3 Back to the Burrow, Again

Harry quickly finished packing and wrote a reply to Ron.

"Hedwig, deliver this to Ron as quickly as possible. Okay?"

Hedwig hooted reassuringly and took off. Harry smiled slightly and went back downstairs. He snuck past Aunt Petunia, who was washing dishes, and went outside. He sat on the lush, green grass and inhaled deeply. He sighed sadly. It was his birthday, and he had not gotten a present from anyone.

He stared at a butterfly that fluttered by. It made him think of Animagi for some reason. His mind began to wander on Hogwarts. The teachers, his friends, Quidditch, the secret passages, Cho, Ceidric, Voldemort…. Then, his scar burned intensely. He snapped back into his senses. Hedwig landed on his lap and hooted indignantly.

Harry stroked Hedwig's feathers, absentmindedly. Then, he looked at his watch.

"It's almost noon!" Harry yelled as he stood up. Hedwig hooted angrily.

He went to his room and brought his trunk down to the living room. When he got there, Ron was standing there with Fred and George.

"Hey, Harry." Fred said quickly.

"Well, we better get going." Ron said nervously as he sprinkled Floo Powder in the fireplace. He stood in the flames and shouted "The burrow!"

Harry did the same followed by Fred and George with his trunk. Soon, Harry fell onto the floor of the burrow, ashes all over.

"Harry, dear!"

Harry looked up to see Mrs. Weasley. Harry got up and started dusting himself off. No sooner had he had finished, Fred and George came tumbling out of the fireplace, followed by the trunk and Hedwig's cage. Harry was knocked over by Fred. He fell face first and heard something crack. Harry got up and held his glasses together.

"Oh, dear." Mrs. Weasley said as she grabbed his glasses and fixed them instantly.

"Thank you." Harry said gratefully.

" Sorry, Harry." Fred said as he dusted himself off.

"No problem - er -"

"Fred."

"Fred." Harry confirmed.

"Harry, I'll carry your stuff upstairs." Ron said, grabbing Hedwig's cage.

"We'll get your trunk." George said.

Harry followed Ron, Fred, and George through the kitchen, down a hallway, up the stairs, down another hallway, and all the way to Ron's bedroom. Ron opened the door and Fed and George let the trunk drop to the floor. They quickly left. Next to Ron's bed was an extra cot. Harry slid his trunk to the foot of the cot. He collapsed on the cot and sighed happily.

"I'll be right back. Stay here." Ron said quickly as he left.

Harry became suspicious, but pushed his suspicions aside. Soon, Ron was back.

"Come downstairs. We're having lunch." Ron said.

Harry followed Ron to the kitchen.

"SURPRISE!!!" Everyone shouted.

Harry stared blankly at everyone. He smiled. This was his first surprise birthday party.

"Happy birthday, Harry." Hermione said.

"Hi Hermione!" Harry exclaimed.

Ron shoved a present into Harry's hands. Harry felt so wonderful. This was his best birthday ever.