Harry Potter And The Tower Of Wonders
By, Nicollette Harris
Chapter 1: Visions And Visitations
Since Harry got off the train at the Kings Cross Station, he has been neglecting everyone. The Dursleys have been to scared to come near Harry in fear of Harry telling the Order bad news about what had occurred this Summer. And all of the letters he has received has gone straight into the trash. If it weren't for Harry sending the Order a letter every 3 days, they'd probably think that Harry was dead. Not having anything to do gave Harry a lot of spare time. So he studied. Harry studied so much that now he knows every potion and how to make them up until his 7th year. Harry got better in D.A.D.A., Charms, Transfiguration, you name it. Hermione will find that Harry is her new competition in this upcoming year.
The Dursleys give Harry a good amount of food but he never eats much of it. He's always sitting on his bed and gazing out the window. He watches as the fluffy white clouds float by the hot sun and the stars twinkle in the nighttime sky. All the while he thinks about his past. About how he ruined everyones life. Including Sirius's. Harry hated himself at the moment. I finally get a father figure and then I have to go and screw it up! He repeatedly told himself.
Every night after mentally beating himself up all day, Harry falls into a sleep filled with dreams of Lord Voldemorts devious plans and meetings. Harry had long since realized that Snape's job in the Order is to pretend to be the Death Eater that he used to be to get information on Voldemorts plans. Not that that was needed due to the fact that Harry has learned Occoclumcy. It seemed that when Voldemort possessed him, he transferred more of his powers into Harry. Harry has been discovering these abilities one by one. The first one that he discovered was Occoclumcy. Harry can now control what he sees in Voldemorts mind. When Harry wants to know what is going on in Voldemorts head all he does is look into Voldemorts mind like Snape did to his.
All of this came as a shock to Harry. Realizing that he is the new spy. Actually, if you think about it, the only way Harry won't know what's going on in Voldemort's head is if Voldemort were to die, so technically, Voldemort is the spy without realizing he is….If that makes sense.
At the moment Harry was looking out of the once barred window and thinking about what Voldemort was doing. So he left his mind and entered Voldemort's.
Harry was taken into a very dark room with Slytherin paintings on the walls covered in snakes. He was once again looking at all of this through Voldemorts eyes. "I don't care what protections he has, just get him!" roared the cold voice of Lord Voldemort but the creepy thing to Harry was that those words had left his mouth. "B-B-But master we c-can't its im-
possible s-sir" squeaked the hooded man who was now on his ands and knees. "Don't you see Wormtail! I don't care! Now I want him here and those muggles he lives with dead by tomorrow night or you will surely die," threatened Voldomort, "Now go, and get out of my sight!"
The man Wormtail quickly got up and ran out of the room. "I will have you Potter you just wait and I will have you," said Voldomort, who was now sitting in the dark cold room by his self.
Harry pulled himself from Voldemort's mind and back into his own. He was now back in his small and very messy room. He then looked into the information that he had just received. It was obvious that Voldemort was loosing his patience in retrieving Harry. It was also very obvious that Wormtail would be trying to kidnap Harry before tomorrow night.
This didn't come as a great shock to Harry as this isn't the first time that he's tried this. It did, however, call for preparations.
So Harry quickly, but quietly, got off of his bed and made his way to his desk. He then jotted down a letter to Dumbledore saying that Death Eaters will be attacking the house soon and to send Order members for help. Once finished he went into his cousin Dudley's toy filled room and shook him awake.
"Huh? Wha'?" said a very sleepy Dudley. He yawned and tried to open his eyes to see who woke him up.
"'Arry? Wha' do you want?" Said Dudley finally seeing Harry there.
"Dudley, you need to go. Take your parents with you. Find a nice hotel somewhere, because there is going to be an attack here," Harry said. Dudley didn't seem to understand so Harry added quiet simply, "The man who killed my parents is coming to kill you and kidnap me."
Dudley, not believing Harry, asked a really stupid question from Harry's point of view, "And why would he kidnap you? You're not anything special."
Harry practically laughed at Dudley's lack of knowledge. Not that he would have any way to find out, but still!
The smile that Harry wore was whipped off when Dudley added, "Other then an attention-seeking brat! Oh yes, this old guy came to our house and told us all about how you have been pretending to do big things at school."
Harry had his wand from his back pocket pointed straight at Dudley's heart as soon as those words had left Dudley's mouth.
"Take that back! Now! You know nothing about what goes on at school! If you did, you would wet your pants! So if you want a little taste then ignore me and get killed by Voldemort! Go ahead! And don't think that Voldemort won't kill you, believe me, he will. And at the end, he'll laugh!" Yelled Harry viciously. He actually sounded like he, Harry, was the one who would do all of the killing. And from Dudley's end, it looked like it to. Harry was still standing over Dudley with a look that could murder. Harry's emerald eyes were flashing, his jet black hair messy as ever, and his scar was showing more then usual, it was very sharp, and if you looked closely, it was almost glowing.
Harry's menacing expression was converted to one of pain and shock as a sharp pain cursed over his forehead. Harry doubled over in pain as the searing in his scar increased. As the pain finally reached its climax a curse flew through the window and hit Dudley square in the chest. Dudley fell backwards off of his bed, unconscious.
Harry's heart skipped a beat as he saw Dudley's motionless body. Harry ran over to Dudley to check if he was alive…he wasn't.
Another green curse flew through the window barely missing Harry's ear. After dodging that spell, Harry heard his Aunt Petunia let out a strangled scream. Harry dashed into the next room, which belonged to his Aunt and Uncle, blood was everywhere.
Petunia lay sprawled out on the floor with a gash in her throat; she was unmistakably dead. Next to her, was Vernon. He was hit with the killing course. They lay there as though they were hugging each other in the last moments of their lives.
Harry backed up as he stared at them in horror. It's all my fault! If I had left before then they wouldn't be dead! Harry began to tell himself. Then he hit something solid. Harry turned around and was met by none other then Lucius Malfoy.
"Hello Harry! How are you? Good? Well, not for long!" Lucius said happily. Harry just watched in shock as Lucius grabbed him and began to force him out of the stairs.
"I thought you were in Azkaban! Did your pathetic excuse for a master rescue you?" Lucius didn't answer. "I'll take that as a yes then," Harry added.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs Harry saw Bellatrix, anger surged through him. He then released himself from Lucius's grasp and tackled Bellatrix.
There was a sickening crunch indicating Bellatrix had broken some ribs. However, this didn't stop Harry, he kept on soking Bellatrix as he did to Malfoy last year. Bellatrix hollered in pain as Harry's hand collided with her stomach for the 11th time.
When Harry finally got a good aim to hit her face, he was pulled off and thrown into the wall in the living room. Bella scrambled to her feet and glared at the other Death Eaters.
"What the hell is your problem! Why didn't you restrain him when he started! HUH!" Yelled Bellatrix as she waved her arms threateningly at the other Death Eaters.
Lucius and the other Death Eaters were so busy being lectured by Bellatrix that they didn't even realized that Harry was now standing upright with his wand stretched before him.
Harry was going over all of the spells that he could use to get away. As he found the perfect ones, he opened his mouth to cast them but the front door banged open. In came many order members including Lupin, Shackbolt, Mad-eye, Dumbledore, Fred, George, and many others. Harry sighed in relief as the Death Eaters jumped in surprise.
"Come over here Harry," instructed Lupin. But before Harry could even take a step, all of the Death Eaters had caught Harry by the arms. They forced Harry to drop his wand and they then pointed their wands at Harry's heart, daring him to move.
"Let him go! NOW!" ordered Lupin. Although his voice was very forceful and threatening, Bellatrix simply tightened her grip on Harry and replied, "No."
Lupin began to walk forward and retrieve Harry himself but Lucius warned, "Come any closer and we'll hurt him. We'll torture him right in front of you. And then, we'll take him to our master and let him torture him even more!" Lupin stopped in his tracks, he began contemplating on what to do, but he was taken from his thoughts as Lucius said with his wand pointed at Harry, "Alright, I'm tired of just sitting here, Crucio!"
Harry screamed as he fell to the floor and withered in pain. Right then is when the courses started flying. The course was lifted off of Harry as Lucius was stunned by Lupin. Harry immediately got up and began throwing courses. It was obvious to every one in the room that Harry was very skilled in dueling, perhaps even better then them, but only few would ever admit that.
Harry was very quick. He could through about three spell at once. Not to mention the fact that all three spells were the strength of about 3 men put together. Harry also dodged spells with such ease that it was shocking. 'Probably from Quidditch' Lupin thought.
The fight got worse and worse. More people were falling for very brutal reasons. Everyone had a couple gashes. All except for Harry that is. Harry was still perfectly fine, and you'd think that after a while he'd start getting tired and slow down, but instead, every hit seemed to give him more strength so he'd move quicken his pace. Dumbledore was observing this very closely. He had been contemplating on whether Harry was ready to join the Order Of Phoenix. Dumbledore wanted to make sure that Harry was strong enough to battle at any given time. And what was going on at the moment made his decision a lot easier.
For only a moment, Harry stopped to observe the damage done. It seemed that more and more Death Eaters were arriving; the Orders Members were being narrowed down one by one. Then one Death Eater caught his eye although the Death Eaters had clocks on, Harry could recognize them by their posture, and this one, he could never forget… it was Wormtail.