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Hi guys, this is my first fan fic. I hope u like it

                                                              THE GREEN FLAME TORCH

CHAPTER1: O.W.L results

Harry sat on his bed as he looked gloomily out of his window. He watched the birds fly in the sky. It was a very sad affair for Harry as he had lost his godfather this June. He had often thought of what it would be like to live with Sirius once he had been proven innocent. His godfather had come into his dreams regularly blaming him for his death. He woke up at four o' clock in the morning, after Sirius was trying to suffocate him yelling "IT WAS YOUR FAULT I DIED, YOUR FAULT, ALL YOUR FAULT". He had received a letter from Dumbledore saying that Voldemort would try to get into his dreams.

Harry,

I am sorry to say that Voldemort will try to get into your dreams in an attempt to make you try to commit  suicide.(well he's doing a very good job of it Harry thought) Please pay no attention to these dreams and stop blaming yourself  for Sirius's death. I am sure he would not have liked to die any other way. Practice occlumency every night as it is essential to block Voldemort from getting into your dreams. I trust that you already know the basics.

With best wishes,

Albus Dumbledore

How could Harry practice occlumency? How could he empty himself of all emotion when the guilt of his godfather's death was surging through him like poison?

Suddenly, there was a deafening crash downstairs. Harry sighed. For the past few weeks Dudley had been grounded by his parents after they had found out that Dudley had been beating kids and taking money from them. His parents had been informed of this when they had received a call from school after Dudley had gotten into a fight with a junior student and had beaten him to pulp. So Dudley had been suspended from smeltings two weeks before the summer vacation and been grounded for two months. (Harry had found it hard to accept this fact, though) He had been very fussy about this as he had been planning to paint walls and throw empty wine bottles at people's homes.

As Dudley had been very abashed by the news, in retaliation, he had been started to play the stereo or TV too loud to annoy his parents and the neighbors. The neighbors, who were very angry at the Dursleys, had called the police who gave the Dursleys a warning saying that if they would receive another complaint from the neighbors they would arrest Dudley for public disruption. Personally, Harry thought they would also arrest Dudley for contamination in the air.

Dudley's friends had the whole neighborhood threatened as they would throw stones at windows. They had spray painted Mrs. Figg's house in red and white saying "live to kill". The other neighbors who had taken this message seriously had called the police and told them that a murder had been committed. The police who had come and had found nothing more than a dead raccoon had arrested some of the gang members.

Harry went down to the kitchen and grabbed some toast. He went back to his room and sat on the bed eating his toast silently. When he finished he saw Hedwig and three more owls enter through his window. One was a small white owl, the second was pigwidgeon and the third was an official looking which Harry thought was the Hogwarts one. Finally his O.W.L results had arrived Harry hurriedly untied the letter, opened it and it read:

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to say that you have received seven o.w.l's in your ordinary wizarding level tests:

                                                         Astronomy: exceeds expectations

                                                              Charms:  outstanding

                                   Care of magical creatures: outstanding

                                                           Divination:  acceptable       

                              Defense against the dark arts: outstanding

                                                          Herbology:  exceeds expectations

                                                  History of magic: acceptable

                                                               Potions: exceeds expectations

                                                    Transfiguration: exceeds expectations

You are accepted into all of the above subjects. It is your choice which subject you want to study. You are required to owl us before September the 1st.                                                   

Harry was flabbergasted. His chances of becoming an auror might not be ruined after all. He wondered how Snape had allowed him into his class. Harry wrote down the subjects which he had wanted to learn, he wanted to learn all of the subjects. He had been doing a lot of study of all the subjects starting from his first year book. If his fate had been predicted then he might as well start practicing from now. If he, Harry was destined to be the savior of the muggle and wizarding world then he should start preparing, Preparing for the outcome, preparing for the second war. Dumbledore was right; Voldemort's extensive magical knowledge was far greater than any other wizard alive. But he was not going to lie idly around waiting for Voldemort to come and kill him. No, he was going to avenge his godfather's and his parent's death.

He tied the letter to the owl's leg and sent it on its way. Sirius would have loved to hear from Harry about the results. But he seemed a million miles away. At the thought of Sirius's death his happiness evaporated. He went to his trunk and began rummaging through it and found what he was looking for. The old photograph book of his parents and flipped through the pages of the album to his parents wedding day. They were waving at him and there was Sirius. Harry kept looking at Sirius's face for a long time.

Harry then thrusted the album back into his trunk. He noticed the small square mirror which Sirius had given to him last year. Harry picked it up. It looked as dusty as ever. He then remembered that he had shattered it when he had thrown it back into his trunk. But here it was, not as much as a scratch on it. The face of the mirror then suddenly began to dissolve as the face of a man with long black hair stared at Harry for a moment before saying "Hi, kiddo". The world blacked out for Harry as he had received a huge shock.

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There I left a bit of a cliché (evil laughter) it was a short chapter but hopefully, I'll write longer chapters in the future. Oh and plzzz review.