Harry Potter and the End War

Chapter One: A New Visitor

Harry Potter sat on his bed at his aunt and uncle's house as the sun began to set outside his window. He stood and walked to the window, reflecting on his past few years. The lives lost, the secrets found, and the hardships. He didn't know how he could live his life with this burden.

Harry came back one last time before going with his best friends, Ron and Hermione, to find the last of the Horcruxes. He didn't tell them just how glad he was to be having company on his journey. He was very grateful of them to have stuck with him throughout the years.

He smiled to himself and thought about the wonderful memories he had shared with them at Hogwarts. He was going to miss it there too. The ghosts, the talking paintings, the secrets, and even the classrooms. It was strange to know that he would never return there. That after six years of the same routine of summer and school he was going to break the chain, and not for just him but for Ron and Hermione too.

A loud noise erupted down stairs that made Harry jump. He walked a few steps to the door and stopped as he reached for the handle. The Dursley's had told him to stay in his room the rest of the night. But what were they doing?

Before he knew what he was doing Harry turned the door handle and walked out into the hallway and over to the stairs. There was a great bit of shouting going on and Harry looked around the corner before walking down a few more steps. At least he knew it wasn't about him.

Mr. Dursley was standing next to the table in the dining room looking at a figure that was sitting in the chair next to him. Harry could not see around the wall to see who he was talking to.

On the other side of the kitchen was Mrs. Dursley, cleaning up a broken plate that had fallen on the floor.

"And where is the boy now? Surprised he wasn't the one who made this mess." Came a booming voice from the chair.

Harry froze where he was. The voice, it belonged to his horrible Aunt Marge. What was she doing here? Harry peeked around the corner and saw her sitting there with a brandy in her right and a fork in the other. A plate sat before her, filled with steaming food. Harry's stomach growled, he hadn't had a thing to eat yet that day.

"Oh, yes. Well he is upstairs. I told him to stay out of the way this evening." Mr. Dursley said a little on the edge.

"Then who is that peeking around that corner?" She said and eyed Harry, with a face fit for a bull dog.

She pointed to Harry. "You boy, come here." She set her fork and glass down onto the table.

Harry looked at Uncle Vernon first then stood up straight and walked as slowly as he could, to the table. He stopped at the empty chair next to his Uncle.

His Aunt Marge leaned over the table and bored her eyes into him. "And what are you doing down here, when your dear uncle told you to stay upstairs?" She said menacingly.

Harry looked over at his uncle casually and back to Marge. "Funny, I don't recall him saying anything about it."

Marge stood up quickly and her face was now turning the same purple as Vernon. "You listen here boy! This man," She pointed to her brother. "Has given you everything you have ever needed and this is how you repay him! What a liar! How dare you!" She shouted. Even Dudley cringed at the shouting.

Harry backed away a few steps. Ever eye was now on him, even Aunt Marge's dog. He looked down at the ground as he remembered the last encounter with her. Anger surfaced but he forced it down. He looked up then turned away.

"DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME BOY!" Marge yelled to him. Her footsteps pounded as she moved toward him.

She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and held him back. "Where do you think your going? I would have thought that that school would have beaten some sense into you." She let go as he turned around.

"Yes, my school has beaten some sense into me and now I know why I belong in the Wizarding world than this stupid Muggle world of yours!"

"Aunt Marge stood back and looked at him strangely. "What school are you talking about? What do you mean Muggle?"

Harry smiled as his Uncle Vernon gave him a purple warning look. Harry ignored it and went on. "Oh yeah, didn't anybody tell you? I'm a wizard. And I went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I can do spells, hexes, you know that kind of stuff. All with this." He pulled out his wand from his pocket.

Marge gasped and almost started running backwards. "What is he talking about Vernon! What's he doing!" She slammed into the table to stop.

Harry had just swung his wand around and made sparks fly out to the floor. He smiled and laughed at her face of horror.

Vernon, on the other hand, did not find it funny at all. He ran toward Harry as fast as he could. Harry stopped him by pointing his wand at his head.

"THAT'S IT!I WANT YOU OUT NOW!GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE!YOU'RE NO LONGER WELCOME HERE!GET YOUR THINGS AND LEAVE!" Vernon shouted to him.

Harry put his wand back into his pocket and ran up the stairs. In his room he gathered everything of his he could find. He packed in books, paper, quills, clothes, and anything else he could find. He stopped for a moment on a letter from Ron. It was an invitation for the wedding of his brother. The wedding was only two days away.

He pulled out a piece of paper and a quill and ink. He scrimbled down what had just happened and that he was going to take the Knight Bus to his house. He gave it to Hedwig. "Don't come back here. Meet me at Ron's he will take care of you." He carried her to the window and let her fly out into the darkening sky.

After packing and shutting his trunk he pulled it with him and out of the door, not daring to look back and the Dursley's. He walked out into the evening air and started down the road. Now, he really didn't have a home to go to.