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CHAPTER ONE
"Minerva, is there any way that we can stop that insufferable woman from contacting the child," replied an irritated looking Albus Dumbledore. The usually twinkle in his eyes dimmed considerably.
"Now Albus, whatever grudge you have against this woman, should not interfere with the prospect of future relations between her and the boy. You know that and besides," supplied a tired looking McGonigal, "according to ancient wizarding law the woman is within her rights to see him. Surly she would not harm her last blood relative."
"She is a gypsy!" spat Dumbledore as though that explained everything. "You have no idea what she is capable of.what type of magic she could teach and show the boy. We cannot afford to lose him to the dark.he is too important and powerful.
"Albus! Interrupted an angry Minerva, "I for one would have never thought that you would believe in such biases. You know perfectly well that the gypsy culture is wrongly discriminated against, sure they have the occasional toils in what we consider dark magic but this is James' boy here, have some faith. He's a Potter, James turned out ok within her care.."
"Only because the ministry had the right mind to interfere and to remove James from her care before he could be corrupted with her none sense!" argued Albus heatedly.
"Now, Albus.," Minerva suppressed a sigh," if the woman should contact him, I believe we should just let it be.Harry deserves."
Whatever vision Harry was having soon faded into a much darker scene. Thoughts and questions swirled inside his head wanting to be pronounced, taking calming breaths he had just enough time to hide behind a stone column before he heard an agonizing scream.
"Ahhhh! I-I'm s-sorry m-my L-Lord.F-forgive me!" whimpered Wormtail from what Harry could tell, his face was contorted in agony. "I-I d-didn't mean to q-question you a-about the P-Potter b-boy," he rasped out to a figure that was shrouded in the darkness. At this Harry perked up a bit.
"You're forgiven Wormtail," hissed who Harry assumed to be Voldermort in a deadly whisper that echoed off the stone walls, "but next time I will not be so lenient with your punishment. He slowly leaned forward into the moonlight before he rested back into the shadows. Harry had to suppress the bile that threatened to come up. 'That thing no longer seems human, Harry thought. For Lord Voldermort seemed to have more snake like features than human, along with his ghostly pale skin that became transparent in the moonlight like he was going to shed it any day. Not to mention his crimson eyes that seemed darker than blood, which has instilled fear to those on the receiving end for decades.
"Dismissed Wormtail," sneered the Dark Lord.
"T-Thank you m-master," squeaked Wormtail. The said rat scramble off the floor and hurried into the welcoming darkness stumbling a bit over his robes.
"Oh and Wormtail, bring up some muggle. entertainment from the dungeons before your off," chuckled Voldermort. Harry swallowed nervously upon hearing this.
"Nott!" hissed Lord Voldermort, startling Harry "Report. What news do you bring of the Giants?" he demanded. A death eater that Harry did not know but responded to as Nott approached bowing to his Lord, not looking up once for eye contact.
"My Lord," the said death eater began, "the beasts are still undecided. It seems that the fool Dumbledore has sent the half breed Hagrid; I believe they call him that off to help persuade them to stay neutral if they do not join with the light. It also seems my Lord that Dumbledore is creating his own resistance based on what was once called the Order of the."
"Phoenix" interrupted the Dark Lord. "Yes I know that was to be expected of the muggle loving fool.
"I believe my Lord we can easily change the Giants minds though by siding with Ogres of the East. He paused for continuation.
"Continue, Nott," responded the Dark Lord.
"Well, as you know the Ogres thrive off of battle so persuading them to our side will not be a big problem because they find glory even in death.
"How will this persuade the Giants Nott?" impatiently asked Voldermort.
"W-well my Lord they are powerful and not like the Trolls that quickly sided with us who are slow and stupid. T-they have just finished conquering a neighboring land so their fighting tactics are up to par along with their instinctual ferociousness in fighting, the Giants would not ignore our offer a second time," finished Nott quickly gaining more nerve with each word that he said.
"Well then, it looks like your job for me isn't done. Dismissed," hissed Voldermort nearly in Parseltongue. "Oh and Nott. the said man stumbled a bit, "Crucio!" said Voldermort in a lazy but powerful drawl.
For the rest of the night Harry spent his sleep in a fetal position, with his hands covering his ears hoping to wake up from his scar burning that was accompanied with cries of muggle torturing.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee.A hand quickly came down upon the alarm clock. Harry slowly opened his eyes and stretched his sore, aching sweat slicked body.
'Six o'clock,' thought Harry. "Way too early," he mumbled. Stumbling to the bathroom, he splashed water upon his tired blurry looking face. Pulling on an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats, Harry sat at his desk putting his glasses on; beginning to write a quick letter to Dumbledore.
Professor Dumbledore,
I would like to begin by saying that everything is ok with the Dursley's. I'm just writing to you on the behalf of your request from last time we talked that I tell you that I had anymore strange dreams concerning Voldermort. Well last night, I had one. And he was talking about persuading the Giants to join their side by aligning themselves with the Ogres of the East. What exactly are Ogres of the East sir? Oh and um it seems that the Trolls have already sided with them. Are we going to war soon sir? Because it seems that Voldermort is beginning to make a strike. Lastly professor, I have not had any replies from my godfather as of lately, is he still on assignment? I'm a little afraid to be sending any mail to him for that I don't want it to be intercepted and putting him in any unnecessary danger. If I could just have your assurance that he is alright that will be fine with me.
With much thanks,
Harry Potter
Walking over to Hedgwig's cage he tapped her lightly stirring her from her sleep. "I need you to send this to Dumbledore girl," he said tying it to her leg. She quickly nipped his hand before she was off flying into the morning sky.
Pulling on a pair of old running shoes, Harry quietly snuck down the stairs to begin his morning run, not forgetting to bring his swim bag with him as he made the five mile run to the public pool.
Ever since he returned to Privet Drive, nothing much has changed since he last left although his aunt and cousin did seem to not treat him as harshly. His uncle wasn't around as much it seems, he was mostly at 'work' but Harry had a suspicion that it was something more than that. Something or someone was grabbing his uncle's attention away from his wife and son. As for Dudley, Harry had become his personal tutor at night due to the fact that he was kicked out of Smeltings for bad grades and bullying. Each night there would be a three hour study session of math, literature, history and science; alternating respectively a class a night throughout the week. Harry had to prepare him to attend the local high school, Surry High. With that happening there was bound to be tolerance forming between the three.
Beginning his daily stretches Harry thought about his most current dream. 'It seems, Harry thought, 'that I have family that the professor's don't seem to keen about me knowing about. I hate this, if I have family besides the Dursley's I have every right to know about them. He mentally grumbled. Beginning his daily run he allowed the wind to whip past his face. 'God only if I could fly my firebolt, I would be away from all this mess, I would finally be free. I could practice my magic. The only draw back would be that I would have to come down from my temporary high.
After a good hours run, Harry finally reached the public pool where he jumped right in after changing into a pair of black swim trunks, she was going to give him a pair of Dudley's old ones. They both knew if he wore those that he would lose them in the pool while wearing them. He had to practically beg Aunt Petunia to buy him some, although it wasn't without consequence. He had to weed the garden for a whole two weeks. That was a task in and of it's self because it wasn't weeded all year round.
'Breathe, stroke, breathe, stroke, breath, stroke Harry thought as he reached one length of the pool flipping over to swim towards the other. After what happened last year with the Tri Wizard tournament, Harry had come to a consensus that he had to learn how to properly swim while becoming more fit. He just couldn't depend on other people all his life. Finishing up he headed towards the locker room to take a quick rinse off of chlorine and head back towards home. For that was his morning routine.
Finally arriving home, Harry came to an abrupt stop in front of Dudley. His large frame was blocking the path getting in towards the house.
"You might want to stay out here for a little while longer," suggested Dudley to his cousin. His piggy like face seemed worried.
"Why?" asked Harry becoming more cautious and quickly thinking over what he could have done wrong. But it was soon interrupted by voices loudly arguing and coming closer to the front door. Dudley quickly scrambled out of the way.
"Don't you dare walk a way from me when I'm talking to you!" screeched Petunia.
"I don't have to do a damn thing you ask me to woman!" roared Vernon.
"When it concerns me and your family it does! Who is she, who's the little bitch you've been fucking Vernon!?!" Harry and Dudley's eyes became exceptionally large after Petunia said such language and finally learning of Vernon's activities away form home. Vernon halted towards his car and slowly turned around stomping towards Petunia. As for Dudley and Harry, they both stayed still on the grass lawn unable to move.
"It's your secretary," harshly whispered Petunia, "isn't it!" she demanded. Vernon slowly looked her up and down as if evaluating her with a calculating look before answering.
"I left the divorce papers on the kitchen counter. I expect them to be signed and mailed off into the envelope that is right next to them. Our situation," he spat will be dealt through our lawyers, so from now on I won't have to look at you ugly face."
A resounding smack of skin on skin was heard after that was said. Petunia's hand was poised to strike again before Vernon turned on his feet and went to his car and he drive way. No one said anything after that, Petunia quickly went into the house and from their one could hear the breaking of dishes and anything of importance on the wooden floors.
"Umm, I saw some of your freak.friends owls arrive through your window early today," Dudley said quietly, the whole situation not sinking in to either of them.
"T-thanks," Harry's voice cracked slightly and he made his way quickly up towards his room without another word said between the two. Arriving in his room, there was three owls waiting to be relieved of there parcels. He had to practically wrestle it out of pigs grasp because it wouldn't stay still. Reading what was obviously Ron's letter first it read:
Harry,
How's the muggles been treating you, not too bad I hope? Anyway I've talked to mum and she said that it was ok for you to come over and spend the rest of the holiday over here Professor Dumbledore's permission or not. Now she has guts. Hermione is already over here so we are just waiting for your reply. It seems that when her parents found out how old our little Vicky was that she couldn't go and visit.
Harry, don't listen to a damn word Ron is saying, or um writing. It's not like I was going to go visit him in the first place (this was obviously Hermione's writing) He only offered, it's not like I accepted or not. Anyways hope to see you soon here. Maybe I could instill better study skills in the two of you. Got to go, lunch is almost ready. Much love, - Mate I don't love you in that way! -Hey stupid git!
Hermione and Ron
PS Mr. Weasley informed me that he will be picking you up around lunch time tomorrow.
Quickly writing a reply Harry responded
Hey mates,
Thanks for the entertainment I needed that. Yeah I'm sure it will be fine for me to visit you guys. It's been a little rocky over here as of late. I talk to later about what I mean, it's not like I care one way or another, what happens around here Harry. Harry
Picking up the next letter it read.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Thank you for informing me of your dreams/visions. They are currently help aiding that of the light side greatly. If you see anything anymore of any relevance please do respond. Albus Dumbledore Order of Merlin 1st class
Putting the letter from Dumbledore aside, Harry picked up the last
Hey Lil' Prongsie,
I just wanted to say that I am ok. I've just been a little bit busy is all. Hopefully your relatives have been treating you alright. If they aren't just tell me and I'll give them a good talking too or thrashing. Also if you have anymore dreams don't hesitate to talk to anyone about them. Me, Moony, Dumbledore, or your friends are all good ears to use. I have to go, got to keep moving unless I want to get caught. Love Snuffles P,S, I will be staying at Moony's later, so you could contact me there.
REVIEW PLEASE!!! QUESTION, COMMMENTS, OR CRITISISMS, I'M ALL EARS.
CHAPTER ONE
"Minerva, is there any way that we can stop that insufferable woman from contacting the child," replied an irritated looking Albus Dumbledore. The usually twinkle in his eyes dimmed considerably.
"Now Albus, whatever grudge you have against this woman, should not interfere with the prospect of future relations between her and the boy. You know that and besides," supplied a tired looking McGonigal, "according to ancient wizarding law the woman is within her rights to see him. Surly she would not harm her last blood relative."
"She is a gypsy!" spat Dumbledore as though that explained everything. "You have no idea what she is capable of.what type of magic she could teach and show the boy. We cannot afford to lose him to the dark.he is too important and powerful.
"Albus! Interrupted an angry Minerva, "I for one would have never thought that you would believe in such biases. You know perfectly well that the gypsy culture is wrongly discriminated against, sure they have the occasional toils in what we consider dark magic but this is James' boy here, have some faith. He's a Potter, James turned out ok within her care.."
"Only because the ministry had the right mind to interfere and to remove James from her care before he could be corrupted with her none sense!" argued Albus heatedly.
"Now, Albus.," Minerva suppressed a sigh," if the woman should contact him, I believe we should just let it be.Harry deserves."
Whatever vision Harry was having soon faded into a much darker scene. Thoughts and questions swirled inside his head wanting to be pronounced, taking calming breaths he had just enough time to hide behind a stone column before he heard an agonizing scream.
"Ahhhh! I-I'm s-sorry m-my L-Lord.F-forgive me!" whimpered Wormtail from what Harry could tell, his face was contorted in agony. "I-I d-didn't mean to q-question you a-about the P-Potter b-boy," he rasped out to a figure that was shrouded in the darkness. At this Harry perked up a bit.
"You're forgiven Wormtail," hissed who Harry assumed to be Voldermort in a deadly whisper that echoed off the stone walls, "but next time I will not be so lenient with your punishment. He slowly leaned forward into the moonlight before he rested back into the shadows. Harry had to suppress the bile that threatened to come up. 'That thing no longer seems human, Harry thought. For Lord Voldermort seemed to have more snake like features than human, along with his ghostly pale skin that became transparent in the moonlight like he was going to shed it any day. Not to mention his crimson eyes that seemed darker than blood, which has instilled fear to those on the receiving end for decades.
"Dismissed Wormtail," sneered the Dark Lord.
"T-Thank you m-master," squeaked Wormtail. The said rat scramble off the floor and hurried into the welcoming darkness stumbling a bit over his robes.
"Oh and Wormtail, bring up some muggle. entertainment from the dungeons before your off," chuckled Voldermort. Harry swallowed nervously upon hearing this.
"Nott!" hissed Lord Voldermort, startling Harry "Report. What news do you bring of the Giants?" he demanded. A death eater that Harry did not know but responded to as Nott approached bowing to his Lord, not looking up once for eye contact.
"My Lord," the said death eater began, "the beasts are still undecided. It seems that the fool Dumbledore has sent the half breed Hagrid; I believe they call him that off to help persuade them to stay neutral if they do not join with the light. It also seems my Lord that Dumbledore is creating his own resistance based on what was once called the Order of the."
"Phoenix" interrupted the Dark Lord. "Yes I know that was to be expected of the muggle loving fool.
"I believe my Lord we can easily change the Giants minds though by siding with Ogres of the East. He paused for continuation.
"Continue, Nott," responded the Dark Lord.
"Well, as you know the Ogres thrive off of battle so persuading them to our side will not be a big problem because they find glory even in death.
"How will this persuade the Giants Nott?" impatiently asked Voldermort.
"W-well my Lord they are powerful and not like the Trolls that quickly sided with us who are slow and stupid. T-they have just finished conquering a neighboring land so their fighting tactics are up to par along with their instinctual ferociousness in fighting, the Giants would not ignore our offer a second time," finished Nott quickly gaining more nerve with each word that he said.
"Well then, it looks like your job for me isn't done. Dismissed," hissed Voldermort nearly in Parseltongue. "Oh and Nott. the said man stumbled a bit, "Crucio!" said Voldermort in a lazy but powerful drawl.
For the rest of the night Harry spent his sleep in a fetal position, with his hands covering his ears hoping to wake up from his scar burning that was accompanied with cries of muggle torturing.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee.A hand quickly came down upon the alarm clock. Harry slowly opened his eyes and stretched his sore, aching sweat slicked body.
'Six o'clock,' thought Harry. "Way too early," he mumbled. Stumbling to the bathroom, he splashed water upon his tired blurry looking face. Pulling on an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats, Harry sat at his desk putting his glasses on; beginning to write a quick letter to Dumbledore.
Professor Dumbledore,
I would like to begin by saying that everything is ok with the Dursley's. I'm just writing to you on the behalf of your request from last time we talked that I tell you that I had anymore strange dreams concerning Voldermort. Well last night, I had one. And he was talking about persuading the Giants to join their side by aligning themselves with the Ogres of the East. What exactly are Ogres of the East sir? Oh and um it seems that the Trolls have already sided with them. Are we going to war soon sir? Because it seems that Voldermort is beginning to make a strike. Lastly professor, I have not had any replies from my godfather as of lately, is he still on assignment? I'm a little afraid to be sending any mail to him for that I don't want it to be intercepted and putting him in any unnecessary danger. If I could just have your assurance that he is alright that will be fine with me.
With much thanks,
Harry Potter
Walking over to Hedgwig's cage he tapped her lightly stirring her from her sleep. "I need you to send this to Dumbledore girl," he said tying it to her leg. She quickly nipped his hand before she was off flying into the morning sky.
Pulling on a pair of old running shoes, Harry quietly snuck down the stairs to begin his morning run, not forgetting to bring his swim bag with him as he made the five mile run to the public pool.
Ever since he returned to Privet Drive, nothing much has changed since he last left although his aunt and cousin did seem to not treat him as harshly. His uncle wasn't around as much it seems, he was mostly at 'work' but Harry had a suspicion that it was something more than that. Something or someone was grabbing his uncle's attention away from his wife and son. As for Dudley, Harry had become his personal tutor at night due to the fact that he was kicked out of Smeltings for bad grades and bullying. Each night there would be a three hour study session of math, literature, history and science; alternating respectively a class a night throughout the week. Harry had to prepare him to attend the local high school, Surry High. With that happening there was bound to be tolerance forming between the three.
Beginning his daily stretches Harry thought about his most current dream. 'It seems, Harry thought, 'that I have family that the professor's don't seem to keen about me knowing about. I hate this, if I have family besides the Dursley's I have every right to know about them. He mentally grumbled. Beginning his daily run he allowed the wind to whip past his face. 'God only if I could fly my firebolt, I would be away from all this mess, I would finally be free. I could practice my magic. The only draw back would be that I would have to come down from my temporary high.
After a good hours run, Harry finally reached the public pool where he jumped right in after changing into a pair of black swim trunks, she was going to give him a pair of Dudley's old ones. They both knew if he wore those that he would lose them in the pool while wearing them. He had to practically beg Aunt Petunia to buy him some, although it wasn't without consequence. He had to weed the garden for a whole two weeks. That was a task in and of it's self because it wasn't weeded all year round.
'Breathe, stroke, breathe, stroke, breath, stroke Harry thought as he reached one length of the pool flipping over to swim towards the other. After what happened last year with the Tri Wizard tournament, Harry had come to a consensus that he had to learn how to properly swim while becoming more fit. He just couldn't depend on other people all his life. Finishing up he headed towards the locker room to take a quick rinse off of chlorine and head back towards home. For that was his morning routine.
Finally arriving home, Harry came to an abrupt stop in front of Dudley. His large frame was blocking the path getting in towards the house.
"You might want to stay out here for a little while longer," suggested Dudley to his cousin. His piggy like face seemed worried.
"Why?" asked Harry becoming more cautious and quickly thinking over what he could have done wrong. But it was soon interrupted by voices loudly arguing and coming closer to the front door. Dudley quickly scrambled out of the way.
"Don't you dare walk a way from me when I'm talking to you!" screeched Petunia.
"I don't have to do a damn thing you ask me to woman!" roared Vernon.
"When it concerns me and your family it does! Who is she, who's the little bitch you've been fucking Vernon!?!" Harry and Dudley's eyes became exceptionally large after Petunia said such language and finally learning of Vernon's activities away form home. Vernon halted towards his car and slowly turned around stomping towards Petunia. As for Dudley and Harry, they both stayed still on the grass lawn unable to move.
"It's your secretary," harshly whispered Petunia, "isn't it!" she demanded. Vernon slowly looked her up and down as if evaluating her with a calculating look before answering.
"I left the divorce papers on the kitchen counter. I expect them to be signed and mailed off into the envelope that is right next to them. Our situation," he spat will be dealt through our lawyers, so from now on I won't have to look at you ugly face."
A resounding smack of skin on skin was heard after that was said. Petunia's hand was poised to strike again before Vernon turned on his feet and went to his car and he drive way. No one said anything after that, Petunia quickly went into the house and from their one could hear the breaking of dishes and anything of importance on the wooden floors.
"Umm, I saw some of your freak.friends owls arrive through your window early today," Dudley said quietly, the whole situation not sinking in to either of them.
"T-thanks," Harry's voice cracked slightly and he made his way quickly up towards his room without another word said between the two. Arriving in his room, there was three owls waiting to be relieved of there parcels. He had to practically wrestle it out of pigs grasp because it wouldn't stay still. Reading what was obviously Ron's letter first it read:
Harry,
How's the muggles been treating you, not too bad I hope? Anyway I've talked to mum and she said that it was ok for you to come over and spend the rest of the holiday over here Professor Dumbledore's permission or not. Now she has guts. Hermione is already over here so we are just waiting for your reply. It seems that when her parents found out how old our little Vicky was that she couldn't go and visit.
Harry, don't listen to a damn word Ron is saying, or um writing. It's not like I was going to go visit him in the first place (this was obviously Hermione's writing) He only offered, it's not like I accepted or not. Anyways hope to see you soon here. Maybe I could instill better study skills in the two of you. Got to go, lunch is almost ready. Much love, - Mate I don't love you in that way! -Hey stupid git!
Hermione and Ron
PS Mr. Weasley informed me that he will be picking you up around lunch time tomorrow.
Quickly writing a reply Harry responded
Hey mates,
Thanks for the entertainment I needed that. Yeah I'm sure it will be fine for me to visit you guys. It's been a little rocky over here as of late. I talk to later about what I mean, it's not like I care one way or another, what happens around here Harry. Harry
Picking up the next letter it read.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Thank you for informing me of your dreams/visions. They are currently help aiding that of the light side greatly. If you see anything anymore of any relevance please do respond. Albus Dumbledore Order of Merlin 1st class
Putting the letter from Dumbledore aside, Harry picked up the last
Hey Lil' Prongsie,
I just wanted to say that I am ok. I've just been a little bit busy is all. Hopefully your relatives have been treating you alright. If they aren't just tell me and I'll give them a good talking too or thrashing. Also if you have anymore dreams don't hesitate to talk to anyone about them. Me, Moony, Dumbledore, or your friends are all good ears to use. I have to go, got to keep moving unless I want to get caught. Love Snuffles P,S, I will be staying at Moony's later, so you could contact me there.
REVIEW PLEASE!!! QUESTION, COMMMENTS, OR CRITISISMS, I'M ALL EARS.