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Chapter 1: The Coming
Last year's drought was finally over and the grass was green again, thriving with life and vitality. To make sure that it stayed that way, the Dursley's had sent Harry outside armed with a watering can, hose and sprinkler attachment. But then they had sent Dudley out to retrieve the sprinkler so he had to do it the hard way.
So here he was, the watering can sitting down next to his feet, the hose in his hand, cold water gushing through it onto the garden at the moment, and a sense of strange excitement. Not, of course, from his current activity, but Harry could feel something was about to happen. Call it a gut feeling, call it intuition, but Harry could feel it and he was sure it was correct.
The feeling was a welcome one, it seemed as though he might have been headed towards an adventure. The weeks before this one had been completely devoid of any interesting news. Voldemort seemed to think that it was still necessary to keep quiet, even though most of the wizarding world now knew that he had returned.
Though this feeling, for some reason, did not feel as it had anything to be anything coming from Voldemort. It seemed more… dignified, honorable… powerful. Harry shuddered, something more powerful than the dark lord? It wasn't something Harry wanted to think about.
In the flimsy shade of the tree Igon watched the boy tend to his relatives' things. Foolish, heartless, mortals (he shuddered at the word) did not deserve to treat such an important person like this. Nor did that fool headmaster have any right to toy with him the way he had done ever since his birth. Igon clenched his fist together briefly before quickly releasing it, showing the extent of his anger. He was not a being to use such vulgar movements, much like his son didn't like to over use his hands, since they were, after all, such important parts of a dimensionizer.
The boy looked slightly pale even after spending hours and hours in the bright summer sun. Good, he was beginning to develop his powers. This would make tonight easier. After all, he could hardly take the boy without a proper explanation to him. He let his train of thought wander over to others who would surely miss him. Did he own any of them a proper or at least partial explanation? He almost smirked, the friends had perhaps some need to know, but nothing extremely important. And telling the headmaster was almost laughable. He turned back to look at the boy who seemingly hadn't even begun to tire yet though it had been several hours since he had begun work.
As Harry continued to work, he felt a presence behind him, he started to turn around, but a strong hand was placed on his shoulder, "Come."
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