Harry Potter and the Sword of Light Flee from the Scene
On a normal day, a not so normal boy was laying on his bed. This boy, Harry Potter, was rereading his latest letter from The Order of the Phoenix. The letter contained nothing of true importance. It was more of a formality than anything else. As he finished, he threw it on the stack of letters that lay on his desk.
His friends Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Lupin, and Hagrid each had written him a few times while he had been back with the Dursleys. Again, these letters contained nothing of major value, but Ginny's letters were a surprise. He really hadn't expected her to write, as they weren't too close. She was understanding in her letters, but she was able to ask him other things that kept his mind off of other things. She treated him like an equal where as Ron and Hermione were there usual selves; nosey and just plain clueless.
For Harry his stay at his Aunt and Uncle's house was more dull then anything else. His Uncle and Aunt had left him somewhat alone. They still had him do chores around the house and cook, but left him alone after he was done. This was not new they always seemed to ignore him while he stayed at #4 Privet Drive, but recently they seemed to be down right afraid of him, which suited him well.
Dudley was off his diet, but Harry was fed as if he was still on said diet. His dark jet-black hair was lying messily atop his head. His dark piercing green eyes shone through his dark horn rimed glasses. The only noticeable thing wrong with him was that he had dark circles around his eyes. He had not slept much in the past week due to the fact that he was having dreams of himself watching Sirius fall through the veil in the Department of Mysteries.
He had a lot of time to think about last June's events. He came to the understanding that it was not his fault that Sirius had died. He blamed it on Voldemort for making him dream that he was in the Department of Mysteries. He blamed it on Bellatrix for cursing him through that veil. He also blamed it on Dumbledore for not telling him why Voldemort wanted to go to the Department of Mysteries. He still missed Sirius but there was no use getting him self depressed over it.
He looked back on the Prophecy and decided that he was not the one to be killed. He would have to get revenge for all the people who fell due to Voldemort. He was not going take any rubbish from anyone this year; Not Malfoy, not Voldemort, and not Dumbledore. He needed to train and since it seemed like no one was going help him, he might as well do it on his own.
That's where the studying came in. He reread all his Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Potion, and Transfiguration books he had. Since he had a hard time sleeping at night, he just read until he passed out. He would quiz himself, on the material until he could recall it clearly. He wasn't as good as Hermione, but he was getting there.
He was startled out of his musings by the doorbell ringing downstairs. Harry went to his bedroom window to see who it was. There was a small crowd of people was standing down below. Harry instantly grabbed his wand threw open the door and got to the top of the stairs just in time to see Uncle Vernon open the door.
"Hello, how may I help…,"said Uncle Vernon before he saw the immense group standing before him dressed in robes. Aunt Petunia came in to see who was there and let out a startled scream, as she saw the small crowd of wizards that stood in the doorway.
"Move, Dursley you over-sized whale," growled a raspy voice he heard just two weeks before. The grizzled man stepped past Vernon who stumbled back in surprise at the movement.
"Moody," said Harry in a guarded tone, although he was quite elated on the inside.
"Harry, I know you have a lot of questions right now, but we need to get out of here," said a woman's voice who stepped into the room. The women with bright pink hair came to a stop next to Moody. Harry instantly recognized her as Tonks.
"Oh believe me, I do have questions but there is one you must answer now," said Harry in the same guarded voice. His wand still trained on the crowd below.
"Harry there's no time to answer here. Now help me get your things so we can get you out of here," said Tonks. She glanced at Moody whose electric blue eye was spinning so fast it looked like a spinning top.
"I'm not going anywhere till you tell me what my dad's Animagus form would take?" asked Harry.
"His form was a stag," said Remus Lupin as he stepped into the room next. He still looked haggard as always, but there was a small smile on his face. Most likely from memories of his father.
"That's the way Potter, CONSTANT VIGILANCE," barked Moody. He shuffled forward and backed the Dursleys into the living room; the hallway becoming cramped with Mooney's arrival.
"Alright, let's get me packed and out of here then," said Harry.
As Lupin came up the stairs and followed Harry into his room, Harry was already throwing things into his trunk.
"Ah Harry, why don't you let me pack for you," suggested Lupin, and with a swish of his wand everything Harry owned, except Hedwig's cage, flew into his trunk.
"Harry where is your Firebolt at?" asked Lupin.
"Well, that old hag Umbridge still has it chained to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room," said Harry with a sigh.
"I'm sure the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will give it back to you while you're there," said Lupin, while shrinking his trunk and handing it to Harry.
"Let's get going. No need to get on Moody's bad side," said Harry grabbing Hedwig's cage and walking out of the room. Lupin followed, chuckling lightly.
As soon as Harry got to the bottom of the stairs, he was pulled next to Tonks and Moody. Lupin followed behind and closed the door. The other witches and wizards spread out and flanked the four on both sides. Harry turned around and gave a cheeky wave to his awe-stunned Aunt and Uncle in the doorway. He was glad to be out of that house.