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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Chapter One : The Egg
All was quiet on Privet Drive. Nothing out of the ordinary was going on. The lights in all the houses were out, all the families in bed, dreaming their ordinary dreams - all except for a faint glow coming from one of the bedrooms of number 4. A young boy by the name of Harry Potter was finishing up his last assignment for school by the light of a single candle.
"There, "he said, as he rolled up the sheet of parchment. "Three feet long, exactly as Professor Binns had asked for." Harry had to write yet another long, boring essay on the Goblin Riots for his History of Magic class at Hogwarts. He wanted to finish it on this night, the eve of his fifteenth birthday, so he could enjoy the rest of his summer at the Burrow (the home of his wizarding friends, the Weasleys). Harry looked at his watch. It was 11:59pm. In just under one minute, he, Harry Potter would be turning fifteen.
Harry has not made a big deal of his birthday for years. The Dursleys, his adopted family who has been taking care of him since the night You-Know-Who killed his mom and dad, usually forget about his birthday. He looked out the window for any sign of Hedwig, or any other owl for that matter, who looked as if they would be bringing him a gift from his friends in the Wizarding World. He sighed, there was no sign of anything flying in the star-filled sky near Privet Drive. Harry went to bed, with hopes that he would hear from his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, soon.
Harry slipped off into dreams of Quidditch, chasing after the Golden Snitch. This would be unusual for most people, but not for Harry. He had a longing to play Quidditch again. The rush of soaring through the air, hunting down the Snitch, darting between other the other players and the bludgers on his quest for glory had been taken away from him the year prior because the Triwizard Tournament had taken place at Hogwarts. By the trickery of Lord Voldemort's dark magic, Harry had been entered into it so that Voldemort could use Harry to return to a human body.
The dreams of Harry holding the InterHouse Cup again slowly melted away. Quite soon he was in a clearing in a forest somewhere. A cauldron was bubbling slowly under the light of the moon. Two men clad in black hooded robes were chanting softly over it. A third hooded figure brought someone else in to the clearing. One of the figures looked up. He raised his wand, pointed it at the person brought before the cauldron and started to shout.
Harry awoke, thrashing and screaming on his bed, a white-hot pain pulsing throughout the lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Harry knew it was Voldemort and two of his Death Eaters that were there in the clearing. And he knew that whoever that was that the third Death Eater brought in to the clearing was dead, for his scar hurt whenever Voldemort was nearby or felt particularly murderous. Harry sat up and tried to remember all the details of the dream, but they were slipping through his fingers like water through a sieve. All he knew was that Voldemort's strength was increasing rapidly.
Harry went over to his desk. He pulled out a fresh piece of parchment and a quill and started to write a letter to Ron.
Dear Ron, I can't wait till I can come spend the rest of the summer with you and your family. I've decided that I'm going to fly over to your place on Thursday night after the Muggles go to bed. Have you heard anything from Hermione yet? I haven't received a single letter from her since she went to Bulgaria to see Krum. I hope she's alright.
Harry
P.S. Have you noticed anything strange going on that sounds like Voldemort's doing? I had a nightmare and was hoping it was just that.
Harry didn't mention what the dream was about or that his scar hurt the most it ever has since he met Voldemort face to face after touching the Trophy that Barty Crouch had turned into a portkey. He didn't want to scare Ron and his parents and have them think that he couldn't handle a little dream. He re-read the letter and decided to send it to Ron as soon as Hedwig returned from hunting.
Harry awoke the next morning to a light rapping at his bedroom window. He turned and saw Hedwig there with a parcel in his talons. Next to him was another smaller owl, who he recognized as Ron's owl Pig, flapping his wings frantically trying to keep afloat with the parcel weighing him down. Harry went to open the window to let them in. The owls dropped the parcels on Harry's bed and went into Hedwig's cage to rest and drink some water before they took off again. Harry went over to his bed and excitedly looked at the parcels. He took the envelope off the smaller package that Pig had brought him from Ron and read the letter.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday!! I hope you like your gift that I got you. Fred and George wanted to send you some of the tricks that they developed with the money for their joke shop, but I was at Diagon Alley and couldn't resist getting this for you as soon as I saw it.
Anyways, Mum has been worrying herself sick about you and she can't wait until you come visit us so that you have a proper family protecting you instead of those Muggles. She trusts Dumbledore greatly when he says your safe there, but she still feels a proper wizarding family will be able to protect you better than the Muggles can if Voldemort should happen by.
Send a message back with Pig with when you're coming because I can't wait to play Quidditch against you. I've been practicing.
Sincerely, Ron Weasley
Harry chuckled as he read Ron's letter. He could just picture Mrs. Weasley running frantically around the Burrow worrying that he had gotten into some kind of trouble. Harry had to admit, trouble did find him quite often, but having faced Voldemort and surviving on several occasions, he felt that he could handle almost any kind of trouble that came his way.
Harry remembered that he had to send the letter he wrote last night to Ron. He began to wonder weather or not he should mention his dream at all. It seemed that Mrs. Weasley was already worried about him enough, he didn't want to add something else for her to worry about. Harry re-wrote the letter to Ron, leaving out the part about the dream, sent Pig on his way and went to go open his gift. He tore off the wrapping and inside the parcel was a brand new broom polishing kit as well as Quidditch robes for Ron's favourite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons. Harry loved the robes and was grateful for the new broom polishing kit as his old kit was starting to wear thin. He got to opening the next gift, a rather large, oval shaped package from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
How has your summer been so far? Sorry I haven't had the time to write but, as you know I was in Bulgaria with Viktor at the beginning of the summer. I'll tell you all about it when we get to Hogwarts. Ron tells me you'll be going to spend the rest of the summer with him again this year. Maybe I might come down and we can all go shopping for our school supplies together before school starts. I can't believe we're taking our O.W.L.'s this year. I'm sooo far behind in my studying already and classes haven't even started yet. While I was in Bulgaria I found a little something that I thought you'd like. Hope you enjoy your gift and can't wait to see you again.
Love always, Hermione
Harry opened his gift wondering what this package from Hermione was. He knew that Hermione always got him a cool gift and he excitedly tore off the wrapping from the parcel. Inside the parcel was a fairly large, bright red egg. Harry wondered what it would be. He noticed that another piece of parchment slipped out from the wrapping. It was another note from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
In case you hadn't noticed this is an egg. I found it at Algorovitch's Animal Emporium in Bulgaria when I was shopping with Viktor. The saleswitch didn't know exactly what animal this came from. She had never seen anything like it before. I looked in all my books to see what animal was inside of the egg and I couldn't figure it out either. I decided at any rate that it would be fun to see what happens, even if it doesn't hatch at all! Who knows, maybe we can learn something for our O.W.L.'s from this.
Excitedly, Hermione
P.S. I have another gift to get you when we finally see each other again. I didn't want this to be found out by anyone. See you soon!
Harry wondered what animal could be inside this egg. He knew it was magical by the way the egg was glowing. He couldn't wait for it to hatch. Suddenly, Harry felt uneasy. He wasn't so sure about this mystery egg arriving so soon after he had the dream. Harry wondered whether or not Voldemort had anything to do with the mystery egg arriving. The last thing he needed was the Dark Lord hatching from an egg in Hogwarts. Harry giggled nervously. It was obvious that the dream had gotten to him more than he thought it did. Here he was, Harry Potter, the only survivor of the Avada Kadavra curse - twice - thinking that Voldemort was hiding inside of an egg, waiting to hatch and kill him. Shaking his head, he went down to breakfast with the Dursleys, wondering what animal could be inside the egg and what other gift Hermione had for him that was so secret she didn't want to send it by post.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Chapter One : The Egg
All was quiet on Privet Drive. Nothing out of the ordinary was going on. The lights in all the houses were out, all the families in bed, dreaming their ordinary dreams - all except for a faint glow coming from one of the bedrooms of number 4. A young boy by the name of Harry Potter was finishing up his last assignment for school by the light of a single candle.
"There, "he said, as he rolled up the sheet of parchment. "Three feet long, exactly as Professor Binns had asked for." Harry had to write yet another long, boring essay on the Goblin Riots for his History of Magic class at Hogwarts. He wanted to finish it on this night, the eve of his fifteenth birthday, so he could enjoy the rest of his summer at the Burrow (the home of his wizarding friends, the Weasleys). Harry looked at his watch. It was 11:59pm. In just under one minute, he, Harry Potter would be turning fifteen.
Harry has not made a big deal of his birthday for years. The Dursleys, his adopted family who has been taking care of him since the night You-Know-Who killed his mom and dad, usually forget about his birthday. He looked out the window for any sign of Hedwig, or any other owl for that matter, who looked as if they would be bringing him a gift from his friends in the Wizarding World. He sighed, there was no sign of anything flying in the star-filled sky near Privet Drive. Harry went to bed, with hopes that he would hear from his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, soon.
Harry slipped off into dreams of Quidditch, chasing after the Golden Snitch. This would be unusual for most people, but not for Harry. He had a longing to play Quidditch again. The rush of soaring through the air, hunting down the Snitch, darting between other the other players and the bludgers on his quest for glory had been taken away from him the year prior because the Triwizard Tournament had taken place at Hogwarts. By the trickery of Lord Voldemort's dark magic, Harry had been entered into it so that Voldemort could use Harry to return to a human body.
The dreams of Harry holding the InterHouse Cup again slowly melted away. Quite soon he was in a clearing in a forest somewhere. A cauldron was bubbling slowly under the light of the moon. Two men clad in black hooded robes were chanting softly over it. A third hooded figure brought someone else in to the clearing. One of the figures looked up. He raised his wand, pointed it at the person brought before the cauldron and started to shout.
Harry awoke, thrashing and screaming on his bed, a white-hot pain pulsing throughout the lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Harry knew it was Voldemort and two of his Death Eaters that were there in the clearing. And he knew that whoever that was that the third Death Eater brought in to the clearing was dead, for his scar hurt whenever Voldemort was nearby or felt particularly murderous. Harry sat up and tried to remember all the details of the dream, but they were slipping through his fingers like water through a sieve. All he knew was that Voldemort's strength was increasing rapidly.
Harry went over to his desk. He pulled out a fresh piece of parchment and a quill and started to write a letter to Ron.
Dear Ron, I can't wait till I can come spend the rest of the summer with you and your family. I've decided that I'm going to fly over to your place on Thursday night after the Muggles go to bed. Have you heard anything from Hermione yet? I haven't received a single letter from her since she went to Bulgaria to see Krum. I hope she's alright.
Harry
P.S. Have you noticed anything strange going on that sounds like Voldemort's doing? I had a nightmare and was hoping it was just that.
Harry didn't mention what the dream was about or that his scar hurt the most it ever has since he met Voldemort face to face after touching the Trophy that Barty Crouch had turned into a portkey. He didn't want to scare Ron and his parents and have them think that he couldn't handle a little dream. He re-read the letter and decided to send it to Ron as soon as Hedwig returned from hunting.
Harry awoke the next morning to a light rapping at his bedroom window. He turned and saw Hedwig there with a parcel in his talons. Next to him was another smaller owl, who he recognized as Ron's owl Pig, flapping his wings frantically trying to keep afloat with the parcel weighing him down. Harry went to open the window to let them in. The owls dropped the parcels on Harry's bed and went into Hedwig's cage to rest and drink some water before they took off again. Harry went over to his bed and excitedly looked at the parcels. He took the envelope off the smaller package that Pig had brought him from Ron and read the letter.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday!! I hope you like your gift that I got you. Fred and George wanted to send you some of the tricks that they developed with the money for their joke shop, but I was at Diagon Alley and couldn't resist getting this for you as soon as I saw it.
Anyways, Mum has been worrying herself sick about you and she can't wait until you come visit us so that you have a proper family protecting you instead of those Muggles. She trusts Dumbledore greatly when he says your safe there, but she still feels a proper wizarding family will be able to protect you better than the Muggles can if Voldemort should happen by.
Send a message back with Pig with when you're coming because I can't wait to play Quidditch against you. I've been practicing.
Sincerely, Ron Weasley
Harry chuckled as he read Ron's letter. He could just picture Mrs. Weasley running frantically around the Burrow worrying that he had gotten into some kind of trouble. Harry had to admit, trouble did find him quite often, but having faced Voldemort and surviving on several occasions, he felt that he could handle almost any kind of trouble that came his way.
Harry remembered that he had to send the letter he wrote last night to Ron. He began to wonder weather or not he should mention his dream at all. It seemed that Mrs. Weasley was already worried about him enough, he didn't want to add something else for her to worry about. Harry re-wrote the letter to Ron, leaving out the part about the dream, sent Pig on his way and went to go open his gift. He tore off the wrapping and inside the parcel was a brand new broom polishing kit as well as Quidditch robes for Ron's favourite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons. Harry loved the robes and was grateful for the new broom polishing kit as his old kit was starting to wear thin. He got to opening the next gift, a rather large, oval shaped package from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
How has your summer been so far? Sorry I haven't had the time to write but, as you know I was in Bulgaria with Viktor at the beginning of the summer. I'll tell you all about it when we get to Hogwarts. Ron tells me you'll be going to spend the rest of the summer with him again this year. Maybe I might come down and we can all go shopping for our school supplies together before school starts. I can't believe we're taking our O.W.L.'s this year. I'm sooo far behind in my studying already and classes haven't even started yet. While I was in Bulgaria I found a little something that I thought you'd like. Hope you enjoy your gift and can't wait to see you again.
Love always, Hermione
Harry opened his gift wondering what this package from Hermione was. He knew that Hermione always got him a cool gift and he excitedly tore off the wrapping from the parcel. Inside the parcel was a fairly large, bright red egg. Harry wondered what it would be. He noticed that another piece of parchment slipped out from the wrapping. It was another note from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
In case you hadn't noticed this is an egg. I found it at Algorovitch's Animal Emporium in Bulgaria when I was shopping with Viktor. The saleswitch didn't know exactly what animal this came from. She had never seen anything like it before. I looked in all my books to see what animal was inside of the egg and I couldn't figure it out either. I decided at any rate that it would be fun to see what happens, even if it doesn't hatch at all! Who knows, maybe we can learn something for our O.W.L.'s from this.
Excitedly, Hermione
P.S. I have another gift to get you when we finally see each other again. I didn't want this to be found out by anyone. See you soon!
Harry wondered what animal could be inside this egg. He knew it was magical by the way the egg was glowing. He couldn't wait for it to hatch. Suddenly, Harry felt uneasy. He wasn't so sure about this mystery egg arriving so soon after he had the dream. Harry wondered whether or not Voldemort had anything to do with the mystery egg arriving. The last thing he needed was the Dark Lord hatching from an egg in Hogwarts. Harry giggled nervously. It was obvious that the dream had gotten to him more than he thought it did. Here he was, Harry Potter, the only survivor of the Avada Kadavra curse - twice - thinking that Voldemort was hiding inside of an egg, waiting to hatch and kill him. Shaking his head, he went down to breakfast with the Dursleys, wondering what animal could be inside the egg and what other gift Hermione had for him that was so secret she didn't want to send it by post.