Harry Potter and the Turn of the Tide
Chapter 1: The Heartache
Harry Potter sat at the edge of his windowsill, with the window open. The wind played across his face, blowing back his messy jet-black hair. He looked out in to the night, his heart felt heavy like lead. He closed his eyes, and immediately the memory of his godfather, Sirius Black, started replaying itself. He saw Sirius falling through the veil, a single stream of tear glided down his cheek. He wiped it of and slowly opened his eyes, he slowly got up from the windowsill and walked over to his bedside table and glanced at the clock, it read 3:15. It had only been one day since he got back and he already missed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but most of all he missed Sirius. He was distracted from his thoughts when he heard a faint pop he turned around and found himself face to face with Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, his former professor from Hogwarts. "Hello Alastor" said Harry. "Hello Potter, how are you doing?" asked Moody. Harry just shrugged, he didn't now what to say. "Looks like you haven't slept in a while" said Moody, looking at the deep bags around Harry's eyes. Again Harry remained silent. "So what brings you here?" asked Harry. "I come to you now at the turn of the tide. Voldemort and his deatheaters are gathering new recruits for the final battle, right now the total number of deatheaters stand at 35,000 men. There's also one other thing something, the reason I am here, he has decided to stop using wands instead he is arming his deatheaters with weapons such as swords, bows and arrows, and other med-evil weapons. So by request of Professor Dumbledor, I have agreed to train you in using such weapons and other skills in field combat. Get your trunk packed, we leave when you're ready." Harry was left speechless he couldn't believe what he just heard. "Where are we going?" asked Harry. " NO. 12 Grimmauld Place" replied Moody. Harry nodded slowly and started packing his trunk, in five minutes he was done. "Let's go" said Moody. He brandished an old boot, "Touch it" said Moody. Harry obliged and touched the old boot and felt the familiar tug behind his navel and a few seconds later he found himself in on the sidewalk of Grimmauld St. He looked between the 11th house and 13th house and saw No. 12 appearing. He walked up to the door and pushed it open.
Chapter 1: The Heartache
Harry Potter sat at the edge of his windowsill, with the window open. The wind played across his face, blowing back his messy jet-black hair. He looked out in to the night, his heart felt heavy like lead. He closed his eyes, and immediately the memory of his godfather, Sirius Black, started replaying itself. He saw Sirius falling through the veil, a single stream of tear glided down his cheek. He wiped it of and slowly opened his eyes, he slowly got up from the windowsill and walked over to his bedside table and glanced at the clock, it read 3:15. It had only been one day since he got back and he already missed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but most of all he missed Sirius. He was distracted from his thoughts when he heard a faint pop he turned around and found himself face to face with Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, his former professor from Hogwarts. "Hello Alastor" said Harry. "Hello Potter, how are you doing?" asked Moody. Harry just shrugged, he didn't now what to say. "Looks like you haven't slept in a while" said Moody, looking at the deep bags around Harry's eyes. Again Harry remained silent. "So what brings you here?" asked Harry. "I come to you now at the turn of the tide. Voldemort and his deatheaters are gathering new recruits for the final battle, right now the total number of deatheaters stand at 35,000 men. There's also one other thing something, the reason I am here, he has decided to stop using wands instead he is arming his deatheaters with weapons such as swords, bows and arrows, and other med-evil weapons. So by request of Professor Dumbledor, I have agreed to train you in using such weapons and other skills in field combat. Get your trunk packed, we leave when you're ready." Harry was left speechless he couldn't believe what he just heard. "Where are we going?" asked Harry. " NO. 12 Grimmauld Place" replied Moody. Harry nodded slowly and started packing his trunk, in five minutes he was done. "Let's go" said Moody. He brandished an old boot, "Touch it" said Moody. Harry obliged and touched the old boot and felt the familiar tug behind his navel and a few seconds later he found himself in on the sidewalk of Grimmauld St. He looked between the 11th house and 13th house and saw No. 12 appearing. He walked up to the door and pushed it open.