--Welcome to my fan-fic. This fan-fic is a continuation of my completed
fan-fic titled 'Harry Potter: Escape from Voldemort', which took place
between Harrys 4th and 5th year at Hogwarts. I recommend you read it
first. This new fan-fic covers Harrys 5th year, and will hopefully be
quite exciting and dangerous for Harry. Please review and tell me what you
think, but be nice - it's not like you had to pay to read this story!
Thanks : ) --
--- Chapter One: Transference ---
A cold wind whipped through the trees as Harry stood paralysed with shock in the forest. Standing just meters in front of him was Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort, however, was not looking in Harrys direction. "You must succeed", hissed Voldemort in his high cold voice, "If you bring the boy here, you will be greatly rewarded". The cloaked and hooded man being spoken to by Voldemort nodded once, then whispered, "I will succeed master, I never fail", and with that he disappeared into the depths of the forest. Harry watched Voldemort turn and walk into a cave entrance and breathed a sigh of relief.. he hadn't been seen. Perhaps it was all a dream. He pinched himself.
Harry felt the sun warming his face and opened his eyes. It took a few seconds for him to remember he had been in the Leaky Cauldron all along - a small wizarding pub in London. Harry had spent the last week at the Weasleys after an unexpected vacation in New Zealand. "Awake are you?" said a tinny voice beside Harry, causing him to sit up quickly and look around. "Who said that?" Harry demanded, swinging his feet over the edge of his bed, glancing around again and then peering under his bed. "I'm right here," said a small copper alarm clock on Harrys bedside table. It had a big face with long sliver hands showing that it had just turned 8am. "I was just going to wake you," spoke the alarm clock again. Harrys mouth dropped open. He had seen many strange things in the last few years, but a talking alarm clock was something he had never seen, there certainly hadn't been one here last time he had stayed, or sitting on his bedside table last night. "Right", said Harry after a pause, temporarily at a loss for an appropriate reply. "In case you were wondering, Mr Weasley gave me this VERY important assignment last night. Do you want to know what it was? Do you? I can tell you in less than 5 seconds", said the alarm clock in its tinny voice. "Er.. What was it?" asked Harry, standing up and stretching. "He told me I had to wake you at 8am exactly so you won't miss the Hogwarts Express", said the alarm clock in a very important voice. Harry smiled and laughed, "Well, I guess that's quite an important assignment". After getting changed into Dudleys passed-down jeans and a t-shirt, Harry brushed his hair ignoring the mirror which told him he was far too skinny, had more freckles than last year and had hair that would never sit tidy - "Just give up on your hair, dear".
Harry went down to breakfast, passing Tom the landlord on the way down the stairs. "Everyone else is up, sonny", Tom said to him winking. Harry entered the smokey pub and sat down at the table between Hermione and Ginny. "Morning", he said to them all in general. Hermione was engrossed in Advanced Transfigurelational Methods by Yerlier Mumph, and didn't reply immediately, but Fred, George, Ron and Mr and Mrs Weasley said "Morning", back and Ginny went scarlet and mumbled a good morning. "Cool alarm clock", Harry said to Mr Weasley, who was reading 'The Daily Prophet' at the table. "Er? Oh yes, that - you can keep it if you want", he said, "It might come in useful this year". "Hey thanks", said Harry quickly. After a breakfast of muslie and toast with pumpkin jam, all while staring around the packed pub observing the other patrons who were hags, goblins and wizarding families - possibly of Hogwarts students, although Harry didn't recognise any of them, Harry, Hermione, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny headed upstairs to get their stuff. "How are we getting there?" Harry asked Mr Weasley once he had finished lugging his trunk, Hedwig and Firebolt into the pub downstairs. "Since the Ministry won't provide the cars, Dumbledore has hired some cars in London, and is getting some of his trusted friends to drive us to the station", Mr Weasley explained, and then, "We don't want a repeat kidnapping, that's happened twice too much lately".
Just then there was a couple of loud toots from outside. "They're here", exclaimed Mrs Weasley while trying to brush some dirt off Rons jacket. Harry grabbed his stuff and lugged it outside, following Ron, who was trying to escape his fussing mother. There were 3 Morris Minors waiting for them outside all bright green, with darkened windows. "Bit small aren't they?" complained George. "Not at all", replied Mr Weasley, and then when nobody moved, "Well get in", he indicated, opening the door of the middle one, "I want you all sitting in this one, Molly and I will sit in the front one". Ron raised his eyebrows at Harry, who looked back quizzically. "Who's in the back one?" asked Fred piling in after George. "I'm not at a liberty to tell you that", said Mr Weasley frowning. Harry got in after Ron and noticed, but wasn't surprised to see that the inside of the Morris Minor was very large indeed. Harry stood up inside it and walked down a couple of steps and over to Ron who was lugging his luggage into a corner. "I would be guessing these cars have been um.. - modified then, eh Harry?", said George, looking over at Harry and grinning. "I'd say so", replied Harry grinning back. "Cool!", said Ginny when she got in. The inside of the car was furnished in a similar style to that of the Gryffindor common room, and had large comfortable seats in it, and a fireplace, with a fire burning at one end. "I wonder where the chimney comes out?", speculated Hermione. Ron rolled his eyes at Harry who actually thought that that was a rather good question. They all settled themselves down in seats, and began a game of exploding snap, to pass the time. However, it seemed like no time at all had passed before the door of the Morris Minor had opened again, and Mr Weasley was telling them all to get out. They all piled out of the car lugging their trunks and assortments, and Harry wasn't the only one who turned around on the pavement to try and see if anyone was going to get out of the last Morris Minor. Their curiosity didn't go unnoticed though, and Mrs Weasley shooed them all into Kings Cross. "Get a move on, you don't want to be locked out", she said.
Harry grabbed a trolley from a nearby cluster of them, and walked beside Ron and Ginny to Platform 9 and Three Quarters. When they arrived at the barrier, Harry could see off the clock on the wall that they still had ten minutes, until the train left. Harry and Ron walked through the barrier first, and Harry at once could see that there where many new faces.
He stared around him, Ron seemed to be doing the same. A group of students walked by them both, they seemed to be Harry and Rons age. "Why are there so many new students, and not just younger ones?", asked Ron surprised. "No idea", replied Harry. Just then Fred and George walked through the barrier. "Who are all these people?", asked Fred immediately. "Whoa.. hey there lady", said George grabbing the arm of a good looking red head passing by. "Vots wrong? Zar you lost?", she inquired of George frowning. "Oh no!", George said laughing, "I just want to know where you are from, and why there are so many older students starting this year?". "Ve all come from Durmstrang", she explained, face lightening considerably. "It vost closed last year, when zay couldn't replace zer headmaster Karkaroff". "Ahh..", said George enlightened slightly, and then when he still hadn't let go of her arm after a few seconds.. "Ist you vanting something else?", she inquired again, looking at her arm. "He vants your blood, Muhahahaha!", said Fred in a falsely high evil voice. Harry just about choked at that and Ron grinned. George looked slightly put out. "Actually I was wondering if you would sit in the train with me?", he asked, going slightly pink around the ears. Fred rolled his eyes, but George seemed to be ignoring Fred for once, instead he was watching the girls face intently as she considered this. "All right, I vill sit vith you in the train", she said after a moment, "I vill just go and collect my bags". Just then Harry spotted Hermione heaving her trunk up into one of the front compartments of the train. "That must be the prefects compartment", he said to Ron pointing. "See you two later then", called Fred to Harry and Ron. Fred followed along behind George, who was walking with the red headed witch down the platform.
"Fred doesn't look very happy about 'Georgie girl' does he?", sniggered Ron quietly to Harry. "Not really", replied Harry. Just as Harry and Ron had wheeled their luggage up to the compartment, Hermione appeared at the door. She looked rather flushed, and not at all happy. "You won't believe who else is in there", she said rather heatedly. "Who?", said both Harry and Ron at the same time. "Draco Malfoy", spat Hermione, looking disgusted. "Draco? What's he doing there?", said Ron. "Draco got made a prefect?", asked Harry shocked. "I'm afraid so", said Hermione, "and now we have to share the prefects carriage with him, and the other 5th year Slytherin prefect". "It's not Crabb or Goyle is it?", said Ron uncertainly. Harry wouldn't have been surprised if it was. "No, I don't actually know him, but I know all the other prefects", replied Hermione.
--- Chapter One: Transference ---
A cold wind whipped through the trees as Harry stood paralysed with shock in the forest. Standing just meters in front of him was Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort, however, was not looking in Harrys direction. "You must succeed", hissed Voldemort in his high cold voice, "If you bring the boy here, you will be greatly rewarded". The cloaked and hooded man being spoken to by Voldemort nodded once, then whispered, "I will succeed master, I never fail", and with that he disappeared into the depths of the forest. Harry watched Voldemort turn and walk into a cave entrance and breathed a sigh of relief.. he hadn't been seen. Perhaps it was all a dream. He pinched himself.
Harry felt the sun warming his face and opened his eyes. It took a few seconds for him to remember he had been in the Leaky Cauldron all along - a small wizarding pub in London. Harry had spent the last week at the Weasleys after an unexpected vacation in New Zealand. "Awake are you?" said a tinny voice beside Harry, causing him to sit up quickly and look around. "Who said that?" Harry demanded, swinging his feet over the edge of his bed, glancing around again and then peering under his bed. "I'm right here," said a small copper alarm clock on Harrys bedside table. It had a big face with long sliver hands showing that it had just turned 8am. "I was just going to wake you," spoke the alarm clock again. Harrys mouth dropped open. He had seen many strange things in the last few years, but a talking alarm clock was something he had never seen, there certainly hadn't been one here last time he had stayed, or sitting on his bedside table last night. "Right", said Harry after a pause, temporarily at a loss for an appropriate reply. "In case you were wondering, Mr Weasley gave me this VERY important assignment last night. Do you want to know what it was? Do you? I can tell you in less than 5 seconds", said the alarm clock in its tinny voice. "Er.. What was it?" asked Harry, standing up and stretching. "He told me I had to wake you at 8am exactly so you won't miss the Hogwarts Express", said the alarm clock in a very important voice. Harry smiled and laughed, "Well, I guess that's quite an important assignment". After getting changed into Dudleys passed-down jeans and a t-shirt, Harry brushed his hair ignoring the mirror which told him he was far too skinny, had more freckles than last year and had hair that would never sit tidy - "Just give up on your hair, dear".
Harry went down to breakfast, passing Tom the landlord on the way down the stairs. "Everyone else is up, sonny", Tom said to him winking. Harry entered the smokey pub and sat down at the table between Hermione and Ginny. "Morning", he said to them all in general. Hermione was engrossed in Advanced Transfigurelational Methods by Yerlier Mumph, and didn't reply immediately, but Fred, George, Ron and Mr and Mrs Weasley said "Morning", back and Ginny went scarlet and mumbled a good morning. "Cool alarm clock", Harry said to Mr Weasley, who was reading 'The Daily Prophet' at the table. "Er? Oh yes, that - you can keep it if you want", he said, "It might come in useful this year". "Hey thanks", said Harry quickly. After a breakfast of muslie and toast with pumpkin jam, all while staring around the packed pub observing the other patrons who were hags, goblins and wizarding families - possibly of Hogwarts students, although Harry didn't recognise any of them, Harry, Hermione, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny headed upstairs to get their stuff. "How are we getting there?" Harry asked Mr Weasley once he had finished lugging his trunk, Hedwig and Firebolt into the pub downstairs. "Since the Ministry won't provide the cars, Dumbledore has hired some cars in London, and is getting some of his trusted friends to drive us to the station", Mr Weasley explained, and then, "We don't want a repeat kidnapping, that's happened twice too much lately".
Just then there was a couple of loud toots from outside. "They're here", exclaimed Mrs Weasley while trying to brush some dirt off Rons jacket. Harry grabbed his stuff and lugged it outside, following Ron, who was trying to escape his fussing mother. There were 3 Morris Minors waiting for them outside all bright green, with darkened windows. "Bit small aren't they?" complained George. "Not at all", replied Mr Weasley, and then when nobody moved, "Well get in", he indicated, opening the door of the middle one, "I want you all sitting in this one, Molly and I will sit in the front one". Ron raised his eyebrows at Harry, who looked back quizzically. "Who's in the back one?" asked Fred piling in after George. "I'm not at a liberty to tell you that", said Mr Weasley frowning. Harry got in after Ron and noticed, but wasn't surprised to see that the inside of the Morris Minor was very large indeed. Harry stood up inside it and walked down a couple of steps and over to Ron who was lugging his luggage into a corner. "I would be guessing these cars have been um.. - modified then, eh Harry?", said George, looking over at Harry and grinning. "I'd say so", replied Harry grinning back. "Cool!", said Ginny when she got in. The inside of the car was furnished in a similar style to that of the Gryffindor common room, and had large comfortable seats in it, and a fireplace, with a fire burning at one end. "I wonder where the chimney comes out?", speculated Hermione. Ron rolled his eyes at Harry who actually thought that that was a rather good question. They all settled themselves down in seats, and began a game of exploding snap, to pass the time. However, it seemed like no time at all had passed before the door of the Morris Minor had opened again, and Mr Weasley was telling them all to get out. They all piled out of the car lugging their trunks and assortments, and Harry wasn't the only one who turned around on the pavement to try and see if anyone was going to get out of the last Morris Minor. Their curiosity didn't go unnoticed though, and Mrs Weasley shooed them all into Kings Cross. "Get a move on, you don't want to be locked out", she said.
Harry grabbed a trolley from a nearby cluster of them, and walked beside Ron and Ginny to Platform 9 and Three Quarters. When they arrived at the barrier, Harry could see off the clock on the wall that they still had ten minutes, until the train left. Harry and Ron walked through the barrier first, and Harry at once could see that there where many new faces.
He stared around him, Ron seemed to be doing the same. A group of students walked by them both, they seemed to be Harry and Rons age. "Why are there so many new students, and not just younger ones?", asked Ron surprised. "No idea", replied Harry. Just then Fred and George walked through the barrier. "Who are all these people?", asked Fred immediately. "Whoa.. hey there lady", said George grabbing the arm of a good looking red head passing by. "Vots wrong? Zar you lost?", she inquired of George frowning. "Oh no!", George said laughing, "I just want to know where you are from, and why there are so many older students starting this year?". "Ve all come from Durmstrang", she explained, face lightening considerably. "It vost closed last year, when zay couldn't replace zer headmaster Karkaroff". "Ahh..", said George enlightened slightly, and then when he still hadn't let go of her arm after a few seconds.. "Ist you vanting something else?", she inquired again, looking at her arm. "He vants your blood, Muhahahaha!", said Fred in a falsely high evil voice. Harry just about choked at that and Ron grinned. George looked slightly put out. "Actually I was wondering if you would sit in the train with me?", he asked, going slightly pink around the ears. Fred rolled his eyes, but George seemed to be ignoring Fred for once, instead he was watching the girls face intently as she considered this. "All right, I vill sit vith you in the train", she said after a moment, "I vill just go and collect my bags". Just then Harry spotted Hermione heaving her trunk up into one of the front compartments of the train. "That must be the prefects compartment", he said to Ron pointing. "See you two later then", called Fred to Harry and Ron. Fred followed along behind George, who was walking with the red headed witch down the platform.
"Fred doesn't look very happy about 'Georgie girl' does he?", sniggered Ron quietly to Harry. "Not really", replied Harry. Just as Harry and Ron had wheeled their luggage up to the compartment, Hermione appeared at the door. She looked rather flushed, and not at all happy. "You won't believe who else is in there", she said rather heatedly. "Who?", said both Harry and Ron at the same time. "Draco Malfoy", spat Hermione, looking disgusted. "Draco? What's he doing there?", said Ron. "Draco got made a prefect?", asked Harry shocked. "I'm afraid so", said Hermione, "and now we have to share the prefects carriage with him, and the other 5th year Slytherin prefect". "It's not Crabb or Goyle is it?", said Ron uncertainly. Harry wouldn't have been surprised if it was. "No, I don't actually know him, but I know all the other prefects", replied Hermione.