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Harry Potter and the Lion's Power
Chapter One: Private Drive....Again.
In a car driving down a highway in Surrey, England, sat a boy. The boy was nothing special to look at; he looked just like any normal teenager would. He was a skinny, bespectacled boy with jet black messy hair However, appearances can be deceiving. Harry Potter was no ordinary boy. He had endured much more than any other boy his age.
He had had over 4 different attempts on his life made during his 15 years of life, and all of them he had come out relatively intact. The fact that the attempts had all been made by the most powerful dark wizard ever to live just added to his uniqueness. In his first year of attending Hogwarts, he had protected the Philosophers Stone, a one-of-a-kind magical artifact. In his second year, he saved the entire school from the basilisk, a monstrous beast that threatened to kill all the muggleborns in Hogwarts. In his third year, he had uncovered the truth about who had murdered his parents, even though no-one other than Professor Dumbledore had believed him. In his fourth year, he had witnessed the meaningless killing of one of his schoolmates at the hand of one of Voldemort's servants, as well as witnessed his rebirth.
And finally, in his previous year at Hogwarts, his fifth year, he had had Voldemort break into his mind and assault him with visions of his godfather, one of the final links to his parents, being tortured in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries, one of the departments of the Ministry of Magic. Voldemort needed Harry to come to the Department of Ministries so that he would pick up a prophesy that had been made about the two of them. Then his faithful death eaters could take it from Harry and deliver it to their master. In his haste to save his godfather, Harry did not bother to confirm the truth of his vision with anyone other than Kreacher, the filthy house elf who served the Black household and would like nothing more than to see Sirius Black, the last of the Black line, dead. And it was all because of that damn prophesy! If only that stupid seer Trelawney hadn't made that stupid prediction, then maybe, just maybe, Sirius would still be alive. Oh how he hated that damned prophesy.
And then Dumbledore had the nerve to call him into his office and tell him what the entire year had been about. The occlumency lessons with Snape, which had turned out to be a disaster, the sudden evacuation to headquarters, everything. It was all because of that prophesy, the one that Harry interpreted as "kill or be killed" and seeing as it was Voldemort that it referred to, it was probably "be killed" with his current skills. Harry looked over at his cousin Dudley, who was sitting in his seat, his eyes drifting around the car, looking at nothing in particular. Harry wondered what he was thinking about. Probably girls or sports or food or any number of things that a normal teenage boy thought about. Definitely not about the fact that, due to the prophesy, he was the only one who could defeat the most evil wizard of his time. Definitely not.
His uncle Vernon's voice cut through the silence "So, boy, what happened in that ruddy school of yours this year? Did you finally learn to pull a rabbit out of a hat or are your skills still lacking?" Harry replied quietly, while trying to keep all traces of emotion about the loss of Sirius out of his head, which in his opionion was harder than a occlumency by a long shot
"I got my mind broken into, had false visions planted into it, and then got my godfather killed while thinking I was saving him. Happy?" A stunned silence greeted Harry's sudden words, and then Vernon spoke up.
"Oh." More silence. And then "Well at least that's one less of those ruddy weirdoes that we have to worry about eh Petunia?" Harry's aunt Petunia looked horrified, something which surprised Harry. He had expected her to have Vernon's attitude towards this. In an almost angry tone of voice she said
"Vernon at least try to be nice to the boy. It's not easy losing someone you care about." And then in a much quieter voice so that only Harry could hear, she said "I should know. I lost my parent's to Him too."
Harry did a double take. Was this really his aunt? The same one that had made him do chores and forced him into his broom closet for the first 11 years of his life? Surely not! It was a death eater, that was it this was a death eater posing as his Aunt Petunia. But even as he thought it, Harry knew that he was mistaken. The pain in his aunt's voice could only come from one who had lost someone close to them. Harry finally understood why his aunt hated wizards so much. In addition to his mother getting all the attention from her parents, she had also lost her parents to Voldemort. He made a promise right then to take a more open outlook at why his aunt did things to him that he might consider horrible.
"Fine" grumbled his uncle Vernon "But don't think that you're getting out of your chores boy, oh no! You'll be doing the same things you always do. And we're thinking of having Aunt Marge over for a couple of days, and ANY funny business at all around her and you'll be out of the house before you can say "weirdoes." Got it?" Eager to get this conversation over with, Harry mumbled in reply
"Yes Uncle Vernon" Why oh why couldn't this trip just end already? As if in reply to his plea, they turned onto Privet Drive, and Vernon parked the car in front of Harry's least favorite place in the whole world. Number 4, Privet Drive.
A/N: So, how did you like it? Please R&R, I would appreciate any feedback that you could give me. Also, thanks to Janet who alterted me to the fact that the Dursley's adress was wrong in the original version.
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