Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, unless the ones made up by me. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter One: Of the disturbed birthday.
It was a dark, windy night at Privet Drive, Surrey. A sixteen-year old boy was looking out of the window of his little room. He brushed his black hair with his hands, revealing a lightning-shaped scar. It was he, who was nearly killed by the second-mightiest wizard of the time, sixteen years ago. And now, that one was the mightiest ever. But the boy who lived was to defeat him, although he wasn't sure about that. He was sitting in his small room, an owl screeching in his ear, a cake, which was a little bumped and bruised at the edges, before him. On the cake was in large letters written: Hapy birtday, Harry! This cake was baked, packed and sent by the keeper of keys of Hogwarts, the half-giant Hagrid, which the boy was befriended with since the first year of school. There was also a note for the boy.
Hello Harry,
Hapy birtday to ya! Hope ya have a nice day, will be seeying ya soon!
Greetings,
Hagrid
P.S. Grawp looks forward to seeying ya!
As Harry folded up the envelop the note was in, he waited for the clock to strike twelve. Ten… nine… eight…Harry sat a bit upright… six… five… four… three… Harry inhaled to blow out the imaginary candles he thought on it… one… BOOOAAAM! Harry was suddenly thrown to the other side of the room. When he stood up, he suddenly saw that the wall on the street side was blown apart. He quickly grabbed his wand, and looked a bit better. He walked to the side of his room, and looked up, through the gaping hole. Harry's eyes widened, as a green glow covered his face. He was staring at the Dark Mark, a symbol of death.
"Potter!" said a male voice from the street. Harry immediately knew the voice. "Lucius Malfoy…" said Harry, pointing his wand to several hooded figures. Only one man wasn't hooded, a man with greasy blonde hair, and filthy skin. It was Lucius Malfoy. The once proud and rich man was now the example of pond scum. "So Malfoy, you didn't like Azkaban? I'll bet you wanted to see what has become of your family?" "SHUT UP, POTTER!" shouted Lucius. "Why should I? It seems that little Malfoy is doing well on your side of the world!" said Harry louder. "I SAID SHUT UP! SILENCIO!" shouted Lucius, and flicked his wand firmly. Harry shouted: "PROTEGO!" The spell bounced off an invisible shield, and Harry jumped from the hole in the wall into the perfectly trimmed garden the Dursley's had. At that point, Harry suddenly realised why the Dark Mark was projected above his house. He quickly ran into the house, through the dinner room. He quickly opened the door of the master bedroom and discovered his aunt and uncle dead in their room. He wasted no time, and went to search for Dudley. When he opened the door, he saw a terribly scared Dudley and a hooded person with a wand standing in front of him. The hooded person muttered: "Avada-", but Harry quickly shouted: "STUPEFY!" The death eater fell to the ground, stunned. "I-I thought…" said the shaky voice of Dudley. "No time! Come with me!" commanded Harry. Dudley quickly followed him, but with distrust. As they entered Harry's room, Harry quickly pointed his wand at all his things, and they flew straight in his trunk. Think Harry, THINK! As Hedwig was screeching loud, he grabbed hold of the cage and gave it to Dudley. "Don't worry, I'll follow you." said Harry to Dudley. Harry tapped the cage, and said: "Portus!" Immediately, Dudley, the cage and Hedwig vanished. Harry grabbed hold of his trunk, and before the deatheaters barged in to find him, Harry had already Disapparated.
When Harry Apparated, he saw Dudley sitting along a stone road. "Wha- what happened?" Dudley said. "Your parents… they're…" Harry said, but couldn't continue, it was also a shock to him. "They're… dead?" said Dudley. Harry could do nothing but nod. Dudley went completely over the top. "AND THAT'S YOU'RE FAULT! YOU WITH YOUR STUPID MAGIC STICK!" shouted Dudley. "Mister Dursley" said a woman walking towards them. She wore black robes with a red-gold Lion embroided on them. "Welcome to Hogwarts, school for witchcraft and wizardry. If you would come with me, please." "Professor McGonagall, Death Eater were attacking our-" "Yes Mr. Potter, we are aware of that. We have sent several Aurors and members of the Order to get rid of them, and to store the bodies, they will have the honour they deserve. Come along now, you'll catch a cold." said McGonagall as she threw her scarf over her shoulder.
This is my first fan fiction ever, please review and suggest. I'd be happy to receive criticism to improve my writing.
