The Power The Dark Lord Knows Not

Chapter 1

It was a breezy July afternoon. A young man sat on his bed happily counting the days until he left the Dursley household. He was going to his true home tomorrow.

Harry Potter gazed out of the window softly, thinking. The gaunt face, the lifeless eyes that gave you the eerie feeling, the black shaggy hair that dropped over the face of his godfather who was falling into the veil haunted his thoughts. For the few times he wasn't thinking of Sirius Black, the painful memories would return to him that night to wake him. But he learned to get over it. Sirius was done and dead. 'At least it hadn't been painful,' he thought bitterly. The nightmares and thoughts became duller and less when he got over it. It was like someone was trying to torture him, but that form of torture was already used to many times to have effect on him.

As Harry scanned the skies, a barn owl plummeted down to his window, but still managed to land gracefully on his desk. The boy wizard smiled as it reminded him of his seeker skills. He looked at the letter and opened it.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Included in this letter you have:

Your O.W.L. scores,

Your booklist,

And a note attached.

I am exceptionally proud with your O.W.L. scores.

Have a good summer and happy birthday.

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy headmistress.

Harry plucked out the first piece of parchment. Written in the fantastic green ink were his O.W.L. scores. They were:

Defense Against the Dark Arts: O+

Charms: O

Transfiguration: O+

History of Magic: E

Potions: O

Astronomy: -- (disturbed)

Care of Magical Creatures: A

Herbology: A

Divination: P

"Yes! All I need to be an Auror! I can't believe I got an O in potions. And an O+ in Transfiguration. Wow!" he exclaimed. His book list read:

Advanced Transfiguration by Michael Howler

Specially Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts for specially creative minds by Bathilda Bagshot

Charm Spells for Charmed People by Miranda Goshawk

Clever Potions for Sleeping Students by Michael Howler

'Hmmm, looks abit boring this year,' he thought gloomily.

Harry emptied the envelope of the attachment note. It said:

Dear Mr. Potter,

Since Professor Umbridge will not be working for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I have decided that you deserve your seeker position back. I would like you and your fellow teammates to decide who will be suitable for captain. Also this year we have four new students who have transferred. Their names are:

Summer Alcock

Ariane Thyne

Cassandra Anslow

Nathan Renolds

I would like Miss Granger, you and Mr. Weasley to befriend them and show them around Hogwarts to get the 'hang' of things.

Happy Birthday Harry

Albus Dumbledore

Head Master

Harry silently laughed at the 'hang' thing and rushed to find a piece of parchment to write on, despite the pain in his stiff muscles. He wanted to write to Hermione. However, his Uncle knocked on the door.

"Harry, one of those freaky friends of yours is here. It's a girl with her parents." The young lad wanted to know if it was Hermione or Ginny because he didn't think he could stand Ginny's chatter, not even after not seeing her after about a month.

"Yes, Uncle," he replied in monotone. The young wizard bounded of his desk chair and ran downstairs, only for his eyes to be greeted with the sight of his best friend.

"Hermione!"

"Oh, hi Harry!" Hermione ran up to him with more enthusiasm than ever. They hugged each other so hard that in a few seconds, they had to break apart for their lungs to expand properly. "Is everything ready?" She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a purple tank top and she seemed kind of nervous.

"Yeah, my trunk is packed," always was, he added,muttering it under his breath.

" Then let's get it," she said, pulling Harry up the steps. The two friends found Vernon Dursley holding Harry's trunk.

"Here boy," he drawled in such a way that he sounded almost like Draco Malfoy. That almost made Harry flinch with disgust.

"Thanks, Uncle Vernon," Harry retorted, quickly taking the trunk out of his guardian's husband's hands. He rushed downstairs with Hermione trailing after him. Hermione had gotten taller over the summer. She had become quite a tomboy because she kept insisting to help and when he asked her about what colour present she wanted she immediately said blue and flinched when she heard the word pink. Not that Harry minded. In fact he loved the fact that she wasn't like the other girls. That she was unique.

"Harry, is this okay?" the teenage girl asked nervously," Because we're going to Grimmauld place."