Name: Innocente, Part 1

Author: Elizabeth "Elysia" Amisona

Summary: Harry turns fifteen, and recieves more than gifts.

Rating: PG to PG-13, maybe worse for blood, but that's it. Like I said, I wouldn't put anything in here that's worse than what Miss Rowling puts in!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of the other characters whose names you already know, belong to JK Rowling, and congratulations on her marriage. (Yah, yah…. I do suck up, or just plain suck!) I do own Vatesa Delphi.

A/N: My first Harry Potter. I hope you like it.

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Chapter 1- 15th Birthday

In a little suburb of Surrey called Little Whinging, in a quaint and pleasant-looking house on a certain Privet Drive, a fourteen-year-old boy lay in his bed. He had bright green eyes and untidy black hair, and there was a thin, lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead. The late-July night was warm and quickly making him drowsy, but his thoughts kept him awake, as they had done for more than a month now. The boy's name was Harry Potter.

By far, it had been the worst summer with the Dursleys that Harry could remember. Of course, they could have become the nicest people in the world, and still Harry would miss his school. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was not the kind of place a person would want to be away from for long, and until he returned, Harry would not be allowed to practice what he had spent the last four years learning--magic.

Only six weeks out of each year since he had turned eleven had the boy been forced to stay with his hated relatives. But still, he fiercely missed his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They were lucky enough to be with their real families for the break.

Harry had a perfectly logical reason for not being with his family--they were dead, murdered by a powerful and evil wizard, Lord Voldemort, almost fourteen years ago. The Dark Lord had tried then to kill Harry, but the killing curse, Avada Kedavra, had rebounded upon himself. Unfortunately, the wizard had dabbled in experiments of immortality before the encounter, and instead of dying had gone into hiding, powerless even against the baby boy who survived with nothing more than a scar on his forehead. Harry had then been sent to live with his Aunt Petunia, his mother's sister, her husband Vernon, and their son Dudley, a piggy selfish boy on whom the sun rose and set for his parents. The Dursleys hated magic, and for most of his childhood, they kept the information that he was a wizard from him.

But, the reason the summer had been so bad so far had really nothing to do with the Dursleys, instead, it had had to do with the previous month, before he had to return back to Privet Drive. Two months ago, Voldemort had come back, in a horrifying shape, half-human, half-snake, and using a complicated spell that required none other than the blood of Harry Potter…. Harry had been kidnapped and forced to duel with his resurrected enemy. In the process, his friend Cedric Diggory had been murdered, an event that Harry could not help but blame himself for. In fact, it had been exactly fifty-five days since that fatal day, since Harry had faced the Dark Lord and his followers, the Death Eaters.

Harry's eyes were becoming heavy. They began to droop, and the last thing he saw before shutting them was the old digital clock on his bedside table. It shone bright green in the darkness, the ":" blinking to count the seconds. The face read 10:26. His last conscience thought was that it was 30 July, and tomorrow would be his birthday. Silently thanking God that he had lived this long, he slipped of into a blur of hazy sleep, dreaming of green light and stone angels with exploding wings…

Harry woke suddenly to the sound of flapping. He sleepily opened his eyes. It was exactly midnight. His beautiful pet snowy-owl Hedwig was flying through the window, a package clutched in her talons. She was leading three other owls, the tawny one carrying two packages and the dark brown one Harry didn't recognize, but the very small one with them he did. It was Pigwidgeon, Ron's pet owl. The small one was plainly struggling not to drop out of the sky under the weight of his burden. All four birds dropped their loads on Harry's legs, and went to Hedwig's cage, where fresh water waited them. The smallest, usually hyperactive, was so tired that even Hedwig dropped her haughty, proud demeanor and guided the little one to her water bowl. He gave her a cheep of thanks and began to drink greedily, the larger, less-tired ones giving him room.

Harry looked down at the five packages. All but one had letters attached with spellotape to the sides. He picked up one and opened the letter first. It was from Hermione.

Dear Harry,

How are you? I'm hoping this gets to you on your birthday. The post has been a little slow lately, but Regina's very fast. She's my new owl. Isn't she beautiful? In case there is more than one owl with you, she's the brown one. She and Crookshanks absolutely love each other. I think it's very funny. My parents got me Regina last week. I got a letter from Hogwarts. Harry, I'm a prefect!

"Wow!" Harry mumbled to himself, although he was not really surprised. Hermione was very clever and an excellent student. "Good for you, Hermione!"

Anyway, I got you this present through owl. I thought you would appreciate it. It took me forever to find. Happy Birthday!

Love,

Hermione

Harry picked up her package and opened it. Inside, was a brand new copy of Quidditch Through The Ages by Kennilworthy Whisp.

Quidditch was a wizarding sport, played on a broomstick. It involved seven player per team: the three Chasers, who tried to throw a ball called a Quaffle into hoops fifty feet above the ground, the Keeper prevented the other team from scoring in this manner, the two Beaters kept violent balls called Bludgers from hitting their own team-members, and the Seeker caught the Golden Snitch, a little gold ball with wings, thus winning his or her team an extra one hundred and fifty points. The rules were complicated, but Harry was good at it, and played for his house team Gryffindor, the position of Seeker.

The only other copy of the book Harry had ever seen was an ancient edition in the Hogwarts school library, where it had been borrowed so many times that, even with the best intentions from the readers, it was rather battered. Hermione had been right, this was very appreciated. He leafed through the pages excitedly. To his surprise, in the chapter about the origins of the Golden Snitch, there fell out a piece of parchment. He read it.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Enclosed in this book is a receipt for Quality Quidditch Supplies in Hogsmeade. At the time of your next weekend into the town, please come to our store and pick up your pre-ordered Golden Snitch.

Thank You,

Julius Scrimgeour, Manager,

Quality Quidditch Supplies, Hogsmeade

Harry could hardly believe it. His own Golden Snitch? Hermione had gotten him the perfect gift. He got out of his bed, and walked over to the owls. Hedwig and Pigwidgeon were both asleep, their heads' tucked under their wings. The tawny owl was giving himself a post-flight preening, and ignored Harry. But the brown owl looked up at him and slowly climbed onto his arm.

"So you're Regina?" Harry asked. The owl nodded. "I'm Harry. I'm a friend of Hermione's." The owl nodded again. "Okay. You're welcome to stay here tonight if you're tired. You can leave tomorrow, or you can go home." Regina edged off his arm and perched on the rim of his desk chair. "Okay then" said Harry smiling. He turned to the tawny. "You're also welcome to st--" But the owl had taken off, wings pumping. Harry shook his head and sat back down on his bed. He reached for another package and letter. This was a letter from Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwart's gamekeeper and one of Harry's teachers and good friends. This letter was very short.

Dear Harry,

Don't have much to say now except Happy Birthday. I've been very busy, but I got enough time to give you your present. Hope you like it.

Love,

Hagrid

PS. There's a present from Dobby in here too.

Harry opened the present. Inside, there was a collection of small carved figures of animals, made of willow. There was a unicorn, an owl, a wolf, a dragon, and a magnificent miniature stag with elaborate horns. Underneath the stag was a carving of a dog, a dog that looked suspiciously like Hagrid's boarhound Fang. Also in the box was a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and on the very bottom, was an odd pair of socks, with a piece of parchment pinned to it labeled "Dobby" in childish handwriting. One sock was orange with yellow lightning bolts on it, and the other was red with miniscule Gryffindor lions on it. Harry grinned. Dobby the house elf had very interesting taste in socks, but nevertheless, Harry pulled them on. They were very comfortable. He set the wood figures on his bedside table, except for the stag, that he studied for a few minutes. Then with a sigh, he put it down and picked up a third package. This one was from Sirius Black, Harry's godfather. This letter was also very short.

Dear Harry,

I hope you're alright. I'm at Moony's right now. Everything's okay here. Happy Birthday. I'll write soon.

Padfoot

Underneath the pseudonym was a dog's paw print. Sirius was an animagus, a wizard who could turn into an animal at will, and his animal was a large black dog.

Harry's godfather was an innocent man who had been convicted of being a Death Eater and for killing thirteen people, but had escaped prison. Now he was constantly on the run from the corrupt ministry of magic. He had been Harry's father's best friend. Moony was Remus Lupin another one of James's best friends, and was also hated because he was a werewolf.

Harry opened this package. Inside was what looked like a glass replica of a human hand, with a circular groove in the palm. Immediately, he knew what it was. He had seen a Hand of Glory before, inside a shop in Knockturn Alley in London, three years ago. His rival, Draco Malfoy had wanted a very similar one, although that one had been made of a real hand. Harry knew that if a person inserted a candle into the groove, it would produce a light only the holder could see. This was an excellent gift.

Harry sat examining the Hand for a few minutes. The glass had been carved into the form of a woman's hand. It was gracefully extending its fingers, its index curved in a "come-hither" sort of gesture. Carved in to the wrist, there was a Gothic style writing, stating "Hand of Glory, 100% Crystal, Magical Odds and Ends, Diagon Alley."

He placed the Hand between the unicorn and dragon, but then changed his mind. He wrapped the Hand in an old and worn t-shirt, and placed inside his hiding place, under a loose floorboard under his bed. Even if it was magic, Dudley was very greedy and crystal had no exception. Harry was taking absolutely no chances

Next was a small, flat package which held the official crest of Hogwarts on the side, the Gryffindor Lion, the Slytherin Serpent, the Hufflepuff Badger, and the Ravenclaw Eagle. Opening the envelope, Harry realized it was not a present at all. It was his supply list for next term.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross station, platform nine and three-quarters, at eleven o'clock.

A list of needed books for next year in enclosed.

You will find in this package a certain piece of parchment. It was identified as yours by the late Mr. Crouch Jr. and was found among his possessions.

Yours sincerely,

Professor M. McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry opened his package in record time. Inside was his father's magical map of Hogwarts. The map, made by his father and closest school friends, not only showed the school itself, but the people inhabiting it, and their precise movements and whereabouts. Harry had received it from Ron's twin brothers Fred and George, infamous troublemakers. They had stolen it from a drawer marker "Confiscated and Highly Dangerous" from the office of the bad-tempered school caretaker, Argus Filch. The previous year, a Death Eater posing as a Hogwarts professor had "borrowed" it, and had never given it back. Harry had only been at Privet Drive for a few days before he had noticed that the map was still missing. He had panicked for a few days, then had sent a letter to Professor McGonagall, inquiring about the parchment.

Once the parchment and the letter that had come with it were also under the loose floorboard, he went to the last package, it was the biggest, and very heavy. He opened the letter.

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! We're coming to get you at 7:30 AM on August 2, by car, so you're uncle won't get angry again. So get ready! The package we sent you has gifts from everybody.

Anyway, Mum is really worried about you. Owl her back soon and tell her you're okay! She's driving the rest of us mad! Write back soon anyway. We're coming to get you whether the muggles like it or not! Okay, I'll see you soon!

Ron, Bill, Charlie, Ginny, Fred and George

Ginny was Ron's only and younger sister. His two eldest brothers Bill and Charlie, were both adult wizards, and both had jobs. Percy was another one of Ron's five brothers, and he was rather stuffy, but even if he hadn't sent a present, why was he not mentioned at all? Harry pondered on this for a while, but when he saw the presents, all questions vanished in his mind.

Harry grinned to himself. The Weasleys were his favorite family in the world. He was so happy they were coming to get him soon! He tore open the paper of the package in excitement. Inside were six very lumpy parcels, each labeled with the name of a specific Weasley, except for one, which was marked with two names, "Gred and Forge." Harry picked that one up first. Inside was a large collection of Dungbombs. There was parchment wrapped around it. "For the git." He grinned. If he could pull it off, Dudley would never know what hit him.

The next present was from Mrs. Weasley. She had made him an assortment of little cakes and pies, and also a homemade pumpkin pasty, with "Happy Birthday!" written in marzipan on the top. Eagerly, Harry bit into it. He had really missed pumpkin pasties. After finishing, he licked his fingers and got to the next present.

This one was from Bill. Bill worked for the Wizarding Bank Gringotts, collecting treasures. The package was open to reveal an ancient Egyptian talisman. A sliver of parchment had writing on it, not unlike Ron's scrawl, but more precise. "Harry, I found this on a dig in Giza almost three years ago. The hieroglyphs represent a prayer to one of their gods Osiris to protect them from Setesh, an evil god. Thought you'd like it. Peace -Bill" The talisman was gold, inlaid with alabaster and lapis lazuli. There was a fine gold chain threaded through a loop in the talisman. Harry slipped it over his neck. The talisman was heavy for such a little thing. He took it off, and it too went under the bed with the crystal Hand.

Next, there was a package of Chocolate Frogs from Ginny. Grinning, Harry unwrapped a frog and popped it into his mouth. He picked up the card, Chocolate Frogs came with trading cards of famous witches and wizards along with a short biography, and saw that he had Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts headmaster. The moving wizard picture winked at Harry through his half-moon glasses and smiles, although most of it was hidden by a long flowing white beard. Harry reminded himself to thank Ginny when he saw her, but he wondered if she would just blush and run away, as she had always done before. He had always felt guilty about her liking him and wished he could have a real conversation with her without having her go the color of his Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them book.

Finishing his chocolate, he picked up the next package. It was from Charlie, the second eldest Weasley son. Charlie had been the seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team before Harry, and had been very good, which explained the present inside the parcel. It said Seeking the Snitch, a collection of short stories and playing strategies for and by Seekers, by Aaron McClellan. Harry excitedly opened the book. It had over two-hundred pages of stories about the game. He put down the book and saw something else in Charlie's parcel. Inside was a folded piece of paper, which Harry quickly unfolded. On the paper were pictures of the ten different breeds of dragon, all moving around the paper and snapping at each other, with little labels that followed them around, identifying them; the Antipodean Opaleye, the Chinese Fireball, the Welsh Green, the Hebridean Black, the Hungarian Horntail, the Norwegian Ridgeback, the Peruvian Vipertooth, the Romanian Longhorn, the Swedish Short-Snout, and the Ukrainian Ironbelly. He looked at the Horntail, and he shuddered. The one he had met, well…she hadn't been very pleasant.

Finally, he opened Ron's. It was a plain white box, with nothing inside it except for a note. Confused, Harry read it.

Hi Harry!

This is a Hide-All. It will hide anything you put inside it. All you need is a password, and whatever you put in here will appear. Also, you can fit almost anything in it. Try it! The password is "enlighten" and to make something disappear, "moon." Good luck and Happy Birthday!

Ron

Harry leaned over the box and said the password. Inside, another bag of Every-Flavored Beans, and a brand new pack of Exploding Snap (a very dangerous card game) appeared. "Cool!" Harry whispered. He placed all the letters he had received, the books, the Dragon poster, the animal figures, the Marauders Map, the Exploding Snap cards, the Talisman and the Hand of Glory inside the box. Then he put all the candy and food inside there too, except for one last chocolate frog. Then he whispered "moon" to the box, and immediately, it all disappeared, and the box felt empty in his hands. Just to make sure, Harry said the first password, and the box became heavy, then he said moon" again. He put the box next to Hedwig's cage, where the three owls slept on peacefully. He climbed into bed, and unwrapped the Frog. Munching on chocolate, he read the card in the dull light filtering in from the street-lamp outside.

Vatesa Delphi, known as one of the greatest of the Mystics, a sect of magic Diviners, made many prophecies in her short lifetime. She was born in Italy but moved to Britain when she was two. She was murdered at age twenty-three on the orders of You-Know-Who, a little more than two years before his defeat. All prophecies made by her have come true, save the few that have yet to pass. She left behind a husband, Yoshi, and a young daughter, Kimicho. She was also good friends with Albus Dumbledore.

Harry turned over the card and looked at the woman's face. She was beautiful, with long black hair and Mediterranean eyes of a deep olive-brown. She had a red mouth curved into a smile, and when she looked at Harry, she bowed. On her knee she held a baby girl, with the deep, slanted eyes and dark skin of an Oriental. The baby, who was no more than three months old, was also smiling. There was a caption on the bottom reading Vatesa Delphi and daughter Kimicho.

Harry put the cards on his table. He would put them into a box with all the rest of his cards. Perfectly content, he climbed into his bed.

Maybe life wasn't so bad. He had people who really cared about him and a wonderful place to go to every year. He was loved and accepted, and even looked up to. 'Yeah,' he decided to himself. 'It could be a whole lot worse.' He drifted off to sleep.