Harry Potter
And The Demon Grave
Hi everyone, this is my first fic. I'm trying out some new ideas that will hopefully be exciting and interesting. Most stuff in this fic is copyright to J.K. Rolling and if it's not hers that stuffs mine.
Chapter One: The Desperate House Elf
Harry had messy jet black hair and green eyes just like his mother. He had only found out about being a wizard when he was eleven and went to Hogwarts School for witchcraft and wizardry. He was now about to start his sixth year at Hogwarts but right now it was the worst time of the year. Harry was staying with his aunt and uncle (Harry's only known living relatives) and was always mistreated. They had tried to conceal from him that he was a wizard and were very extreme for any of that nonsense to exist in their house.
"ARGGGH"! The house shook violently as uncle Vernon roared up the stairs. He smashed through Harry's door knocking it right of its hinges and smashing the window on the other side of the room. "When are these owls going to stop? This is the 10th letter that has come today! I tell you boy, you better make them stop or it will be the last of you!" Harry could tell it would be best if he saw as little as possible of uncle Vernon today, that would be hard though as Vernon Dursley was a beefy man and it looked as though he had no neck and was always on the prowl to insult Harry and tell him what an idiot and disappointment he was. His wife Petunia however had nearly twice the neck of any ordinary person and could often be found peeing over fences or through windows to spy on her neighbors. The Dursley's son was very large and took up more than twice the room of any other boy his age.
Harry walked down the stairs to find mail from Hermione. He picked up the yellow parchment and peeled the lilac seal of the parchment (she must still have the Gilderoy Lockhart stationary set).
Dear Harry
Hope you're holding up with all that the Dursley's are throwing at you. It will be a relief if you haven't blown up another aunt. The last thing I want is for you to be expelled.
What does she think I can't control myself or something?
Anyway, I wanted to ask you if you want to come over for the rest of the holidays? Send Hedwig with a reply, and I've sent some floo powder too.
Sure enough at Harry's feet was a violet, silk pouch tied with golden string obviously containing floo powder to get to Hermione's house.
P.S. I will give Hedwig some good food and he can stay here until you arrive, obviously you are coming.
Love always
Hermione.
Harry dashed upstairs and scrawled the reply 'yes' on a piece of rough parchment and sent Hedwig on his way. Hedwig was a beautiful snowy white owl which he had received as a present on his eleventh birthday when he found out he was a wizard.
Later that night Harry was all packed and ready to go. He dragged his case and firebolt downstairs where he was confronted by aunt Petunia. "What do you think you're doing with that filth in my sitting room?" She demanded with a high squeal in her voice. "Leaving, going to my friend's house!" said Harry forcefully as he blew away the electrical fire which Mr. Weasley had blown up two years ago. "Don't use that ungrateful tone in this house boy!" Vernon spluttered as he controllingly entered the room. "Well I am, I-" Vernon was quick to impede on Harry's march "No you are not; I will not have you converging with those filth." "THEY ARE NOT FILTH! THEY ARE MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER BE!" Harry was full of anger and hatred. He had fury in his eyes as he stared at his uncle. "Little runt!" Vernon yelled as he closed in on Harry. "How dear you even compare me to those disgraceful freaks!" Vernon picked Harry up by the back of his collar, Harry fought trying to swing and hit Vernon on his large nose. He was however to powerful for Harry and began punching him in the head. Petunia was trying to force Dudley out of the room but Dudley was eager to see how this would conclude. Harry's head was snapping back with every hit and blood was smeared all over his face. Harry's face had gone numb from the beating and his nose was broken. Harry was struggling to see as his eyes puffed. "Never speak like that again will you," chuckled Vernon humorously as he dropped Harry. Harry was sprawled over the floor all thought gone from him, only numbness caused by the immense amount of pain. Vernon grabbed the fire pike next to him stood above Harry's ruined body and began smashing Harry, beating his legs and torso so that Harry screamed. The pike was sharp and Harry's clothes ripped and showed deep cuts as blood seeped out dying Harry in red. Harry was now in so much pain that his screams could not be heard. The pain was unbearable and he could not move, with all the effort he could muster up he could barely keep his eye lids open, and then the room and his uncle still beating down on him started fading away until all was black.
Harry woke at what seemed early in the morning, his body ached and his dull, loose, grey clothes were now unrecognizable. He could still barley move but managed to crawl across the ground to the open fireplace with his gear. He grabbed the floo powder from his pocket his hand shaking covered in dry blood. He threw the powder in the fire and mumbled "Granger Residence." Green flames roared upwards and he was engulfed and sucked into a spinning vortex and then found himself scrawled across a soft, white carpet. "Aaahhhhhhhh," he heard the blurred figure in front of him before once again seeping into darkness.
Harry found himself in a comfortable bed, the bed had the beautiful just made feeling. His wounds were tidied up and the room he was in looked feminine but as though someone wealthy owned it. With a blur of light on the foot of Harry's bed a small brown house elf very rugged, wearing a filthy sack which Harry noticed as Dobby. "The great Harr- Harry Potter," Dobby squeaked. "How ar-" "Do not speak, rest Harry, rest. It is bad what has happened to you very bad, it looks to be the work of the most evil of wizards." Dobby paced up and down on the bed and then hit himself hard in the head. "How could I let this Happen to Harry Potter most generous of wizards," said Dobby accusingly. Do not worry though Dobby is here now, Dobby is here indeed and no one will harm Harry Potter while Dobby is around." As soon as he had appeared Dobby was gone.
Hermione a beautiful young girl with curly brown hair was a hard working and high achieving witch. She came bursting into the room at the sound of the voices "Harry, are you all right? Are you all right?" Harry saw the glint of a tear in her eye as she bent down and kissed him on the forehead her hand streaking through his hair. "I, I'm fine now thanks to you." "You had me so scared when I saw you scrawled over the floor covered in blood. What happened?" she sounded as though she wouldn't breathe until she knew, so Harry explained to Hermione all about uncle Vernon and his beating. Tears were now streaming down Hermione's face. "Well it's good that you are safe now," she said sympathetically.
Number four Privet Drive was now normal now that Harry had left. Petunia was inside cleaning while Dudley watched his favorite television programs and Vernon now calmer than when he was beating Harry was on the phone trying to close a big drill deal with Mr. Riley. Deeply submerged in cleaning Petunia had not seen the filthy house elf standing in the kitchen. However when she looked up and saw the house elf she let out a piercing scream which still lingered after a stream of yellow light emitted from the house elf's hand entered her body and splattered the walls, roof and floor with fleshy blood. Dudley with his mouth wide open sat petrified until he burst into violet flames and his screams of pain melted away with his body. Vernon came roaring down the stairs at great speed "All this noise cost me the biggest deal of my life!" Vernon stopped suddenly and was motionless at the sight of the flesh and blood covering the room. As Vernon laid sight to Dobby he charged forward "You Littl-" but was stopped as the house elf raised his hand and Vernon was lifted into the air and propelled towards the wall were with a mighty thump he collided with the wall and was pinned there. Vernon felt a ripping in his body and he began to stretch cuts appearing on his arms as his body burst. His pain was excruciating and Dobby squeaked "Do you now no what Harry felt you bastard." Then with a flash of white light the house at number four Privet Drive exploded over the entire street leaving only splintered wood and shattered glass where it once stood.
Harry was happy doing the last of his homework with Hermione's help. It was a lot easier than doing it under the sheets. Now Harry wouldn't have to worry about Snape taking points of Gryffindor when he went back to school. Harry was wondering if this might just be the greatest day of his life. He was learning with a beautiful, young and talented witch spells that would most definitely come in handy over the remainder of his time at Hogwarts and even after; something that Harry had not thought about much at all, what he would do after Hogwarts. He had the chance to be an auror and fight dark wizards, a quidditch player and compete in the World Cup or even go and fight dragons like Ron's brother Charlie in Romania. The day went by quickly which was new for Harry as he had always found homework to be such a bore.
Harry found himself awake the next morning to the fresh smell of lavender which Hermione's parents must have put in the room. Today was a good day for Harry it was July 31st his birthday. All the birthdays before this he had spent with the Dursley's and he hadn't even been acknowledged. Today however was different, Harry had presents at the foot of his bed and Hermione was just opening the door. "Happy Birthday Harry," said Hermione cheerfully as she walked over and sat on the end of Harry's bed. Harry looked from the presents to Hermione and then focused. Harry had never looked at Hermione this way before. She was wearing cotton pajama pants with witch hats on them and a tight white shirt which showed her stomach and allowed Harry to see her breasts, also her hair had been pinned up which all in all made her look rather sexy. "Are you alright Harry?" Hermione voiced. Harry hadn't realized but he was still gazing at Hermione and was now drooling. "Oh, ah, yea, um, must have nodded of. Caught up in my own thoughts," stuttered Harry. "Well I'm not surprised with what you have just been through. You should open these presents, here's one from Ron, Mrs. Weasley, Hagrid, oh and look, one from professor Lupin." Harry took the present from Hermione and tore off the brown paper. As Harry opened the third layer of paper he saw a shining gold chain with a ruby at the end. "What, a necklace. I'm not a girl, what's Lupin playing at," said Harry in a rather high pitched voice. Hermione took the necklace off Harry and started looking it over. "Look," she said after a few seconds pointing to the back of the jewel. Harry peered closely and saw carved into the ruby a little symbol of a lion which he new was the symbol of Godric Gryffindor. "This is a pendant Harry. Godric Gryffindor's to be exact." "I know that Hermione," said Harry flatly as he gazed unbrokenly at the symbol of the lion. "This must hold great magical power; I've read about magical pendants in 'A Guide To Magical Artifacts' I wonder how Lupin got it." Harry scratched his head puzzled. "Why would he give this to me?" The thought stayed in Harry's mind the entire day and over the week, this however did not constrict his enjoyed freedom staying at Hermione's house.
In the post Harry had received his school requirements and his much anticipated O.W.L. results. Harry was rather happy with his getting an outstanding in his favorite subject defense against the dark arts, but was also disappointed that he did not meet requirements of an outstanding to get into potions this year, only gaining an exceeds expectations when an outstanding was required. Hermione however stood motionless and was rather pale as she stared at her results not blinking as though she could collapse any second. Harry walked over to her and pried the yellow parchment from her hand. He skimmed through the results. "Hermione you did brilliant, all outstandings," said Harry amazed that anyone could do this well and still look disappointed. "Well I will just have to work harder towards my N.E.W.T.'s wont I," said Hermione in a determined voice.
The next day was great Harry was going with Hermione to Diagon Alley where they would get what the needed for school. When they arrived there the place was full of witches and wizards scurrying around, coming out of doors with new purchases and some just looking through the windows. Mrs. Granger said that she would collect Harry and Hermione's school supplies and they could go and have a look around. Harry was eager to take a look at the quidditch supplies shop and managed to convince Hermione to come with him. When he entered the place was full of brand new equipment; sparkling red quaffles up to the roof, bludgers strapped down so they wouldn't attack anyone, a variety of brooms which Harry could tell would be no where near as fast and mobile as Harry's firebolt. There were quidditch robes of all different teams even of Ron's favorite team the Chudley Cannons. In the window Harry saw a new broom, one which he had not laid eyes on before. Harry walked closer and examined the plaque which read 'Nimbus two thousand and three. The newest model to the Nimbus series, it has great acceleration and handling with the new side thrust feature to allow for greater maneuvering while in the air. Harry remembered his old Nimbus Two Thousand but that did not seem to compare to this, the wood was fine and polished so that you could see your reflection, the twigs were all trimmed to perfection and it had brilliant silver writing, 'Nimbus 2003.' After looking around and choosing to buy a book 'Qidditch and its Great Celebrities' Harry and Hermione left. This time it was Harry who was pulled into a shop which when inside he realized was a book shop full to the roof of dust and old books. Hermione looked around captivated by the sight of all the books she had yet to read. Harry buried himself in a book 'Spells Against the Dark' whilst Hermione grabbed about ten extremely thick books and took them to the counter. Harry continued to skim through the book and saw evil witches and wizards who had had powerful spells preformed on them. Ariigviz, Alvesies, Alqous and Aaronova had numerous pages about them and were described as wizards to be part of the disgraceful five. When Hermione walked over struggling with numerous books she said to Harry "Ready to go?" "I'll just pay for this," replied Harry.
Thanks for reading my first chapter and I hope you liked it. Please critique my writing.