Harry Potter and the Five Warriors
Chapter 1 – Encounter with the Dursley's
Two week into the holidays and the boys were bored Hermione and Katherine were unavailable, leaving Ron and Harry to entertain themselves, however it seems now that they had girlfriends activities with just the two of them were not as enjoyable. Ron and Harry had spent the majority of the time traveling between the Burrow, Emerald Place and Diagon Alley.
Hermione's parents had decided that travelling to Italy these holidays was a fantastic idea, they were to spend 2 weeks visiting the country, seeing all the historical sites both magical and muggle
Katherine had spent her time catching up with friends and her Aunt and family, as with Anne there her parents were on their best behaviour and she wasn't expected to do any of the house work. Katherine had also occupied herself with her new hobby, which was sword fighting she had begun lessons at the beginning of the holidays training to use a katana; her teacher had been very impressed with her natural talent. She also had spent a great deal of time with Vinod, Katrina and Christine even taking them to Diagon Alley one time, they were extremely impressed. However she missed Ron Hermione and Harry especially, and was thankful for the fact that next week she would be going to stay at Emerald Place for a weeks were she had gotten them all to come to a friends 18th birthday party with her, Ron had been so fascinated that Hermione spent much of the night explain different muggle concepts to him then she returned home just before school began for the two weeks of holidays.
The street was very quiet just as if a silencing charm had been placed to silence all noise.
Katherine had discovered a very interesting loop hole in the law since she was fascinated with muggle law, Wizarding law also had sparked a particular interest as well.
One day when she was looking over the under Age Wizarding Act, she came across a very interesting section, about the use of magic for unlicensed wizards.
Apparently the section only guarded against spells cast with the use of a wand. Since she no longer needed a wand thanks to Dumbledore and Hermione's help with their tutoring and books found on their parts respectively she had become quiet skilled in her talents.
'Blindest Stillest magliana Airaest Totelest.' A spell she had found in the restricted section one night enabled her to bind the area from the perception that magic had been cast.
She walked up to the house, which had a golden four gleaming on the front door. It was around 9:00pm therefore the occupants were still awake, but the street itself was asleep.
Letting out a long deep breath she knocked on the door. A man who appeared to be in his mid forties opened the door.
"Yes?'
"Mr. Dursley, I am an acquaintance of your son...Dudley."
"Oh please come in."
"Thank you."
The man couldn't believe this, there was a young red head girl who appeared to be quiet beautiful here to see his son.
The young lady followed the ugly man into the hall way and into a large lounge room where sat what looked more like a pig then a teenage boy and his mother who was very thin and boney, the only resemblance that could be found was the pointed nose which they both shared.
"Vernon who is this?" the boney women asked.
"She says she is a friend of our sons."
"Well friend is rather a strong word more an acquaintance."
"I don't remember you." He stated through shoveling potato chips in the hole in the middle of his face.
"Sure you do... we met at my friends 18th. Sarah it was about 6 months ago. I was the one kicking everyone's butt at the pool table."
Dudley's eyes opened in fear. He remembered her she had arrived with his cousin; he had never told his parents what was she doing here? The first intelligent thought, which came to mind was 'this cant be good.'
"Maybe you would remember me better if I refreshed your memory; I was there with your cousin..." she then turned to Mr. and Mrs. Dursley "your nephew." A menacing smile came over her face.
Mr. Dursley didn't know what to do... but he knew he had to get this freak out of his house.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE." Vernon bellowed
"Now is that anyway to treat a guest?"
He was not going to stand for this; he approached the young women ready to forcefully remove her from his house. Then she raised her arms.
"SIT DOWN." The three were forced across the room until all three occupied a small ugly green couch. 'These people have no taste.'
Uncle Vernon stated to spatter trying to get the words out. "Who...? How...? What...? Why...?" he finally said.
"Ah now what a good question, let me answer that I am Katherine Summers, how –well the wizarding act has a few loop holes, what – well I hope you really aren't' that stupid... I am a witch and why." Another menacing smiled passed her lips. "Well I was seeing this guy."
"But but..."
"Don't interrupt." She pointed a finger at Vernon and he went dead silent.
"Where was I, oh yeah I was seeing this guy – I hope you can guess who he was your nephew; Harry Potter and we had become quiet close over the last couple of months and five nights ago we were having a nice long talk about our past and I found out some very shocking facts about my boyfriends and his childhood."
The Dursley's looked shocked; could she really know, what was going to happen to them now.
"And the people, who inflicted this on him, oh don't look so scared... I am not going to kill you... that would be Sirius black who wanted to do that, rather I am here to see that it never happens again. Yes Vernon you have something to say."
"You freak get..."
"Now Now that is not very kind. See I am a person who doesn't like to be crossed and takes offence when someone else crosses my friends. Or in this case my boyfriend." She paused for effect. "Now I have been told that I have a very bad sense of humor and a temper to match my present hair colour. See I was not always a red head rather a brunette but I felt this colour suited me more... well we will see.... Now you hurt Harry so I think its time for a little pay back, I mean what is a crime without a punishment." Her eyes grew very cold now no humor just malice. "You beat and tortured your own flesh and blood and get away with it.... Not anymore.... If you ever come near Harry or anyone else that I care for tonight will be the least of your problems... I will promise you that; now for what I promised..." She let loss a fare range of curses, charms and transfiguration on the three seated in front of her; Scaring the shit out of them, which they fully deserved.
Arabella was walking back from a dinner party with a friend, and decided to use the floo in her house which she still owned but didn't use anymore since she had a bit to drink. When she felt the air still looking around she saw a blue flash, then a red strike of light coming form inside number four Pivate drive. She immediately with drew her wand and went over to the house she attempted to entire but was unable to break the locking spells around the house.
She ran home and through some powered into the fire after a few short words she with drew her head and moments later Albus Dumbledore stepped through the flames.
The two left the house and appeared outside number four Pivate drive.
The headmaster walked up to the door, lifted his wand from his cloak and whispered a number of unlocking charms.
"Who ever did this was quiet power full when they cast this charm." But the old man had seem many charms and broken even more did have a few tricks left. "Calaste numberous unlocked el residencst NOW!" The door sung open. The two people made their way inside preparing themselves for the worst, but nothing could prepare them for what they were faced with.
A young red haired woman stood yelling cursed while screaming at the family. "HOW COULD YOU... YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD... YOU EVER COME NEAR HIM AGAIN...."
Dumbledore was in shock she was doing this all without a wand he knew she had talent but not this much.
"MS SUMMERS" Dumbledore announced.
She stooped her hexing "stay where you are" she told them.
"Yes headmaster" she said sweetly which unenvied the two order members.
"What do you think you are doing?'
"What should have been done along time ago."
"You have no right."
"No I guess I don't but since no one else was up for the task it fell to me." She was going to be totally unreasonable.
"I must ask you to stop what you are doing and occupany me to Hogwarts. Now."
"No"
He was taken back at her response.
"I will not." She turned to face the family preparing for round two when Dumbledore shot a curse at her "Stupidfy".
A blue shield shimmered around the girl blocking the curse, he tried again he hadn't know that her shield had developed this far, as to be able to block curses that which she had not seen coming. Hoping it was not fully developed he tried a very old spell. "El shileatic defaccto now, stupidfy mayicus shochild." A green wave of magic hit the child and she fell to the ground." Dumbledore let out a breath which he had been holding. He turned to face his company.
"Arabella" would you please do me a favor and wipe the memories of the Dursley's of this incident."
"Of course what are you going to do with Katherine?'
"Have a long chat with her once she calms down. Please come by my office in the morning if you have time."
"Of course."
The headmaster floated the unconscious student over to the boarded up fireplace. "Remale" the boards disappeared. Throwing some floo powered into the now present flames he grabbed the girl's hand. "Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts Witch School of Wizardry" The two appeared in the fire place at the school.
Dumbledore floated the young girl over to a coach and lay her down. Then took residence behind his desk and begun the long process of waiting for the girl to wake up.
"Accio Wizardry legislation Young Wizards Act." The book floated over to the headmaster, where he begun the journey of searching for something or rather what is not there.
Hours later the two people had not changed their position. The only change, which could be found was that the large golden and red bird, which usually sat perched next to the headmaster's desk now sat on the arm rest of the couch above the sleeping girl's head.
The sleeping child which looked so innocent began to stir, no one would have guessed that only hours ago she had been a force to be reckoned with.
The lights were bright, she blinked to shut out the intrusion, opening her eyes slowly; 'where am I, I don't remember coming here, Oh shit it all coming back. I was at the Dursley's then Dumbledore arrived and oh shit could life get any worse.'
"Ms Summers?"
'yep apparently it can."
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I was run over with a truck, but I am good to go so I guess I will see you when school starts.' She attempted to get up swinging her legs over the couch however when she attempted to stand she was hit with a wave of dizziness, but she still processed to leave.
"Actually Katherine I wanted to talk to you."
"Umm yeah, sorry I have to go my parents are going to have a fit curfew was shit about three hours ago."
"Everything is fine; I have told you parents where you are."
"Well thanks see you later."
"SIT DOWN"
"Umm... But...
"NOW Ms Summers"
The young girl, sat down in the chair in front of the headmaster's desk.
"Now I have a few questions I would like you to answer"
"Umm ok, so what do you want to know, I Guess I am not going to like the questions."
"Firstly I would like to know how you got round the Young Wizarding Act"
"Now if I told you that how would that be fun for me, you'd tell someone and I couldn't do it again." The fist smile passed her lips in hours.
"KATHERINE" his told was firm not angry like before. "I am more curious, and I promise that I will not inform anyone of what you tell me here." The phase held more meaning then an outsider to the conversation would be able to decipher.
Her eyes peered into his to see if what he was saying was the truth, she had been lied to so many times before that, that it seemed wrong that this time would be any different, why should she; what was different.
"You can trust me."
"And why do you think I would think otherwise."
"KATHERINE"
"Ok ok ... umm what do you want to know? Oh right you said something about loop holes."
"Loop holes... now I am intrigued."
"Ok page 215." She waved her hand and the book in front of the professor turned to the page described.
"I see you are becoming more confident with your abilities."
"Umm... yeah its becoming easier... what you are looking at is the under age wizarding act and the rules regarding the use of magic by underage wizards and witches. Read section 15 subsection (iv) about half way down."
"Any underage wizard is prohibited from doing magic with their wand outside of the school year. Unless under specific circumstances listed under subsection (xxxvii). I don't see
"If you read the words carefully it say the words "magic with a wand."
"Ah I see the loop hole now."
"I guess the minister never considered that a person underage could do wandless magic."
"So how did you discover this loop hole as you put it?"
"Well I have always loved the Law and now that I am apart of this world as well I thought that it couldn't hurt to know it as well."
"Well I have to say that you did very well to spot that. And I am surprised that the minister never considered your circumstances therefore never set up the correct senses to deal with it.'
"It really wasn't that hard when you know what you are looking of, but I have the feeling that my legal studies skills are not what the bulk of this conversation is going to be about."
"You are correct, but before we get into the rest of that I have one more question I would like to ask you; what was the spell you used around the Dursley's house and why."
"Umm ...ok I found a spell about two months ago, which makes the area around a particular object numb. Meaning it is impossible to detect magic that is used. Except like everything the loop hole is that you can still see the magic itself. The reason behind it I would have thought was simple I figured that their were wards around number four Pivate drive, which alerted you to the use of magic, other then the ones that the ministry had put in place."
"A fair assumption and you were correct. But where did you find such a spell. I am most sure that none of the tests you have access to contain that type of magic." He's tone was not harsh, but there was no twinkle in his eyes anymore.
"Well...I found it in a book... and if you permit me sir that is all I will say on the matter."
"Very well, I can how you say... live with that."
"Ok cool...so I guess here comes the lecture."
"Yes and No ... now I would like you to tell me what you were doing at the Dursley's tonight."
"Well you saw, I was doing what should have been done in last year's holidays."
"Ms Summers, I will not accept that answer, so I ask the question again."
"And I will say the same thing."
"Katherine!!"
"Yes?"
"Please give me and answer to the question I have asked."
"I can't!"
"And why is that."
"Because the answer you want is not the answer I can tell." She covered her mouth, she had said too much, 'stupid idiot.' She was standing now and walked over to Fawks and began to stroke the bird gently.
"And why is that?"
"Headmaster please!! Will you just punish me and leave me it at that."
"I can't punish you as you have not broken and school rules and the ministry legislation is out of my hands. But I would still like to know."
"Headmaster, have you ever had things in your past that you never wanted to tell anyone."
"Yes I believe we all do."
"Then you know that, memories can be triggered things we would rather forget that we buried so deep can resurface and the wounds reappear."
"Sadly my dear I do."
"Then would you please respect my wishes."
"Child... in this world there are may burdens, which one must carry and sadly yours have come to early in life but I wish I could help you and the only way to do that is if you tell me your past."
Silence filled the room. This was broken by a very soft long note released by the phoenix; it filled the air creating a claming effect.
"Did you mean what you said before?"
"Yes my dear, anything you tell me, I will not tell a soul you have my word."
The girl released a long deep breath and begun to tell the story of one of the wounds she thought had sealed itself.
"I was living in Australia at the time. I met a girl when I was about six, she moved into the house next to me. She had such a strong personality she always spoke her mind, she was kind. We soon became best friend almost what you would call sisters. One day we were out ridding our bikes down to the milk bar because it was a hot day, so we went to get a can of soft drink. When I through her drink the sleeve of her top rose up to reveal a very large dark fresh bruise the size of a adults hand. So I guess you can tell where this is going."
Dumbledore sat still daring not to interrupt the talk.
"I asked her what had happened... I was still young and I didn't understand not yet anyway. She explained firstly that she had knocked her arm against the table last evening. Well of course I believed her, Jillian had never lied to me, and I never thought she would. But later that day I spotted a bruise, which was fading around her neck; it was a sickening brown colour. It's strange how I can remember that, I tried to push it out of my mind for so long.
She paused, 'I will not cry aging not in front of him, its to weak it will only result in your downfall.' She thought to herself; minutes later after finding the will to compose herself she continued.
"The bruise was from fingers rapped around my friend's neck. This time I mad her recount what had happened in detail. Can you imagine an eight year old listening to her best friend tell about the nightmare in, which she lived. Her step father had lost his job about two months ago and had taken to drinking constantly, thus when the night fell and he felt particular sorry for himself or something had gone wrong he would take it out on her, and just her. He never touched her mother or his own kids. You see umm ... Jillian was not his own daughter rather his step daughter. So after she had finished I asked her what her mother would do and she said nothing she didn't know. She was always out or busy with the younger children, and never saw the bruised due to her long hair and cloths she wore because it was winter. I then asked her if she would tell anyone, she said no and would not listen to reason, then making me promises I would not say a world ever were begun to discuss plans on helping her stay way from her father William. So for the next few weeks Jillian basically lived at my house or me at hers because it was the school holidays. But then everything went to hell summer ended and the school year was fast approaching therefore our plan become useless. The first week everything went fine. Jillian came to school and nothing had happened. But then Jillian started missing school. I came to see if she was ok her mother said she was sick and couldn't see anyone. That Friday she came back to school she told me what had happened and how her left arm was in a cast she told her mum she had fallen off the swing set. During lunch that day she was really quiet so we went away form the group we usually hanged with and went to an empty part of the yard she told me that her mum and siblings were going away this weekend to the beach but because of her arm she had to stay home with her step father. I said that she could spend the weekend at my place all she had to do was get through the night because mum and dad were going to dinner so I and to stay with my grandparents."
A single tear fell she dismissed it and continued.
"That night when I got home there were ambulances and police cars surrounded her house. I ran over to see, but I knew what had happened before I had even reached the letterbox. They wheeled out a small gurney with a body bag on it. My sister was dead; her stepfather had hit her with a vase and a piece had lodged itself in her brain killing her instantly. He was convicted of murder in the first degree and is still in prison. It was my fault I kept my dumb promises and it killed her, now do you see why tonight had to be done?"
The headmaster sat still absorbing the information he had just found out. The child standing before him; if you could call her that had lived though one of the most horrific experiences alone; he now understood her better why she kept her life private and her feelings inside her past was something most couldn't understand. Even he was not qualified to lecture her now.
"Katherine there is nothing to say words cant express what you have shared with me but it was not your fault that you friend died, you were only eight and therefore still so very young. But the Dursley's are not Jillian's parents."
"NO they are worst, the got away with a crime when William was punished for his and as I am; I have to live with myself... they received no punishment but rather enjoyed it William was at least drunk at the time they were of a sound mind. And still noting was done."
"I see you point but... you love the law and therefore I assume you respect it as well." She nodded. "Well what would happen if we went around punishing those who we thought guilty despite if that this may be the case. We would have chaos. Therefore we cannot play judge, jury and execution.
"I have heard your point but this issue I will not renounce my actions there are some crimes that should never be forgotten.
"I see Ms Summers, then I have no choice but to respect your decision but I will add that if you ever commit any more offences like tonight I will be forced to inform the Ministry. But tonight I shall not... the Dursley's don't remember what has happened and there are only three people who know the truth that I myself, Mrs Black and you and that is how it will stay."
"Yes headmaster, thank you for everything."
"You are welcome my dear, but I don't believe you will not be getting off that easily, when I informed your parents that you were in Little Willington."
She shuttered for she knew what was coming.
"I believe you father said you were grounded for sneaking out of the house."
"I guess that was to be expected sorry for the lie about curfew."
"That is quiet alright my dear now I believe that the hour is quit late you may stay here tonight in your house and tomorrow morning after breakfast, which is at 8:00am I will take you home."
"Thank you again professor. Goodnight."
The girl left for bed while the headmaster sat and thought on the events. He defiantly only seen a small window into this girl's world and he was determined to find out more, if she would let him.
'It seemed so strange she had promised her self long ago to never tell anyone about what had happened. The halls of Hogwarts seemed so familiar but yet it was as if I was seeing them for the first time. The pictures which usually said hello as a student walked by but yet today they murmur and muttered behind me. Yet I cant hear them, even though they are right behind me it seems as if they are miles away leaving me alone with my thoughts. Though which I wished I could block out. Memories resurfacing with emotions that I would rather keep buried. I remember the night as clear as it if had just happened the screams from her mother, the trolley with the small body of my friend on it. My parents pulling me away from their house and dragging me back to ours. I cried so hard that night that I thought it would never stop. Then I stopped and I promised myself that I would never cry again, another promises I broke to my friend it seems that I am unable to keep my promises what good am I then.'
I reached the porthole that lay in front of Gryffindor entrance; "Loyalty". The Portrait swung open. The fat lay way talking I did hear what. I made my way up to my bed; yet it wasn't really. My thoughts were running away from each other. I have to make them stop I hope sleep will bring some peace. I lay down but the thoughts kept playing as if a movie that never ended closing my eyes only brought the imagers to life.
"I am so sorry I should have done something." I don't know what time I feel asleep between my tears and the apologies but even sleep could not save me from my memories or guilt it was my fault and now I see it even more clearly then. I have to get out right out of here.
The sun rose over the horizon and the darkness that engulfed the castle slowly melted away revealing a castle that was hidden form the muggle world.
About an hour later a strong beam of light found its way though the open window in what would be the seventh year girls dormitory; settling on the face of the sleeping girl.
She turned over restlessly trying to hide from the light but soon found it to be no use, though her pillow over her had in once last attempt seemed to work; for a while anyway. A small owl soon flew in the window carrying a paper, the bird dropped the paper on the night stand and waited t be paid. It was obvious to the bird that he was not getting paid anytime soon if he just sat there and waited so he begun to wake the sleeping customer.
"Come on that's not fair, what do you want...oh I guess you want to be paid."
"Hoot Hoot"
"Ok" She pulled out five knuts and placed them in the bag hitched to the foot of the owl.
She was finally awake now there was no hope of going back to sleep. She had fallen asleep in her jeans and t-shirt not a great combination but since she had no other option available.
Her watch said 7:15am therefore she had 45 minutes before breakfast. Harry had always said the best medicine to clear a person's head was to fly as high as possible.
She soared high above the ground she had borrowed a broom from the broom shed.
The time passed quickly and before long it was time to leave the comfort of the sky and leave for the great hall for breakfast. So she replaced the broom in the broom shed and left the comfort of the Quidditch pitch.
The house tables had been removed from the Great hall and now were a long table similar to the teachers table but slightly larger to accommodate any quests that might drop in during the holiday periods.
"Ah Ms Summers how your morning flight was, please come and have a seat." He quested to a empty chair next to Hagrid.
"Fine, thank you." It was creepy how much Dumbledore knew about his students now times.
So conversation passed pleasantly between the few teachers which stayed behind during the summer holidays; these included Filch, Hagrid, Dumbledore, it seemed all the rest had either gone home for the summer holidays or decided not to attend breakfast this morning.
What was considerately strange about the meal was that during the entire time, no one asked what Katherine was doing in the castle. 'Must be the headmasters doing.'
So the meal ended and it was time for the conversation which would not at all be pleasant to have. So Dumbledore and Katherine made there was up to the headmasters office, neither specking till they were alone.
"Ms Summers I have been thinking about the events of your childhood you choose to share with me and I believe if you are willing to I know of someone who lived through nearly identical circumstances, and would be willing to talk with you. It way help."
"Thank you Headmaster but I shall be fine." 'I don't think he will just take that.' "But I shall keep it in mind." 'That should do it.'
"Well then I think that I should take you home now, are you ready."
"As ready as I shall ever be." 'And bring on the screaming parents.'
So the two disappeared within the fire, when Katherine arrived home she found out that she would be grounded for the rest of the holidays and most likely then next ones till she graduated.
TBC...
An: I know I said two weeks but I decided to do this instead of my essays for university... I know not a good thing but this chapter has been on my brain. :P:P:P
Now the house points competition is going again, the same rules apply for each review I get 10 points will go towards the house which you nominate. (Ps. Please please review I absolutely love getting them, they make me right more and faster. ;);):D:D)