A/n: This is my first chapter of my first fan fic, and I think it's pretty
good. If you don't like this chapter, please don't send me any flames.
Just don't read it or see if the next one's better. Please review. It
would make me so happy!
Chapter One THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER
Harry Potter's thoughts drifted to his loneliness. He was about to turn fifteen, and Hedwig had been gone fore the longest time yet. He took out his wand and twirled it between his fingers absently. Then, suddenly, he heard a scratching sound under his window. Harry dropped his wand on his bed and jumped up. A tapping sound on the window! Could that be Hedwig? Harry seized his lamp, but what he saw outside was not Hedwig, it was a massive black thing. Harry didn't know what it was, but he reluctantly opened the window and let it in. Harry saw with surprise that it was a giant black dog. "Sirius," he said happily as the dog changed into his godfather with a pop. "What are you doing here?" "I brought your birthday present. It's from me, Hermione, and the Weasley's. Fred and George helped, of course, and so did--" "Sirius, how'd you get here? Why didn't you send it through owl post? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Harry started pelting his godfather with questions. Sirius held up a hand. "I decided it would be safer if I delivered it personally. Besides, I wanted to see you safe before I showed myself to the public so I can help you defeat Voldemort and that slimy git who used to be my friend." Sirius explained calmly. "And here's your present, Harry." He grinned mischievously and held a piece of parchment out for Harry to take. It was like a Merauder's map, except it showed wherever you were, not just Hogwarts. And Harry found with shock that the Dursleys' house had a secret passage right under Harry's bed. To be exact, right under the loose floorboard. "I-I-It's wonderful," Harry stammered happily. "It's the best present I ever got.. Well, maybe not better than the Firebolt." He grinned. "Yeah, but it needs one more thing," said Sirius. He took Harry's wand from the bed and muttered, "Unworthy know-it-alls need another talking to!" The parchment became blank. "With your wand tip, Harry, write your message to Professor Snape. Your nickname is Arrow because you're so good and precise when you fly." Harry thought a moment, then started to write. "As a nice suggestion that might improve your looks, you might want to where a monster mask, and please don't put your proboscis in my business. Good day." Sirius grinned at him and said, "And Malfoy?" "Hey, Malfoy. Before you try to read this, you'd better try to read an ABC book. You're the biggest jerk I know, so good-bye." Sirius snorted and motioned for him to write more. "It should be about Voldemort," he said. "Oh, jeze. If I start about Voldemort, it will take a page until I stop." "Come on, Harry. He can't be left out by you of all people." Harry sighed. "Evil gits like you should be drown in a pile of sludge mixed with bird droppings. Oh, wait, that wouldn't matter, you're so filthy anyway." Harry wrote. "Okay, anyone else you think you should write about?" Sirius asked. "No," answered Harry slowly. "Right, then. Write one more for anyone else evil who crosses this thing." "Okay, er. what should I write?" "That's up to you." "If this was your property, you would have permission to touch it, but since it's not, take your slimy hands off this paper and get out of my sight. Thank you." He reread what he'd written. "That's not good enough," he reported. "It's fine," Sirius assured him. Then he seized Harry's wand tip and said, "Please enter these nice comments for all gits to see." And it worked. "If someone that you haven't written about gets a hold of it, the name will suddenly echo loudly in your mind. You have to say what you want their message to say, but if you don't do so in time, your extra message will show up." "Okay, thanks," Harry said, grinning and rolling up the paper. "But what does that secret passage in my room lead to?" Sirius shrugged. "I don't know," he replied. "But I don't think you should try to find out." "I do," Harry informed him. "Come on, Sirius. You could come with me." "Okay," said Sirius reluctantly. Harry wrenched up the loose floorboard and took out his map. A tiny black dot labeled Harry Potter had a bubble coming out of its mouth that said, "ToMarvoLordVoldemort!" But Harry didn't repeat it. "Sirius," He gasped. "What is it?" Sirius grabbed the map from his hands. "I'm not sure if we should go in," Harry said. "Harry, if you don't, he'll probably come here and finish you off when you're asleep." Sirius pointed out. "Yeah. I suppose we would have more of a chance if we snuck into his. wherever he lives." Harry agreed. "I don't know how long that passage is. We might need provisions." "Then we'll take some from the Dursleys. It will be better spending my summer with you than with them no matter how hungry I am or how much Voldemort is trying to kill me." "I can't argue with tha-" A sudden noise coming from the hall interrupted him. "The Dursleys!" Harry whispered. "Sirius, hide in my wardrobe." He dove under his covers just as the door creeked slowly open. Uncle Vernon's purple face appeared, followed by the rest of his body. He quietly removed the loose floorboard, took a stick of wood, tapped the floor twice and said "ToMarvoLordVoldemort!" A gaping hole appeared and he slid himself inside with some difficulty, the passageway closing behind him. Harry threw the covers off him. "He was holding a wand! He's a muggle! Muggles don't use wands!" "Maybe he's not a Muggle at all," said Sirius. "Maybe he's a disguised spy or something for Voldemort. Harry, this is bad." "I know," Harry replied. "But if he was, why didn't he kill me before I even got to Hogwarts?" "There are a few reasons I can think of," Sirius said after a pause. "For one, if you escaped, you would no that magic was real before you had to. Besides, his wife would definitely leave him if she knew he was a wizard." "But shouldn't there be some magical reason? I mean. if he was that evil, he would do away with Aunt Petunia, too wouldn't he?" Harry objected. "I think the other reason, the one that's not your scar and the love your mom left you. I think the other reason is your glasses." Harry stared at his godfather as if the man was mad. "My glasses?" he repeated. "Yes. When you were a baby, Dumbledor put a protection spell on them that would protect you from surprise attacks. They make the spell rebound upon its caster if it's a surprise, but it wasn't good enough to defeat Voldemort entirely. I know what you're thinking. Your uncle must have known that, and not wanted to take any chances." "Okay. I know this is bad and all, but this birthday hasn't been half bad. I get an awesome map and a trip away from the Dursleys. or at least two of then. Thanks, Sirius." "You're welcome, Harry, but we really better get going." "Yeah, you're right," He tiptoed downstairs and stole some food and drink. After bringing up the stuff, he grudgingly went up to the floorboard that was loose, pulled it up, said, "ToMarvoLordVoldemort," and dropped into the hole, immediately followed by his godfather. They landed on hard ground, but lucky for them, the bags of food they were carrying broke their fall. "Lumos," Harry muttered. The thin shaft of light from his wand showed him a narrow stone passageway that did not turn, slope upward, or go more underground as far as the two wizards could see. It was just a straight hole of blackness. like they were walking into doom.
A/n: Di you like it? Please review and let me know what you think! If I don't get any reviews, I won't put up chapter 3, which I've already written.
Chapter One THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER
Harry Potter's thoughts drifted to his loneliness. He was about to turn fifteen, and Hedwig had been gone fore the longest time yet. He took out his wand and twirled it between his fingers absently. Then, suddenly, he heard a scratching sound under his window. Harry dropped his wand on his bed and jumped up. A tapping sound on the window! Could that be Hedwig? Harry seized his lamp, but what he saw outside was not Hedwig, it was a massive black thing. Harry didn't know what it was, but he reluctantly opened the window and let it in. Harry saw with surprise that it was a giant black dog. "Sirius," he said happily as the dog changed into his godfather with a pop. "What are you doing here?" "I brought your birthday present. It's from me, Hermione, and the Weasley's. Fred and George helped, of course, and so did--" "Sirius, how'd you get here? Why didn't you send it through owl post? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Harry started pelting his godfather with questions. Sirius held up a hand. "I decided it would be safer if I delivered it personally. Besides, I wanted to see you safe before I showed myself to the public so I can help you defeat Voldemort and that slimy git who used to be my friend." Sirius explained calmly. "And here's your present, Harry." He grinned mischievously and held a piece of parchment out for Harry to take. It was like a Merauder's map, except it showed wherever you were, not just Hogwarts. And Harry found with shock that the Dursleys' house had a secret passage right under Harry's bed. To be exact, right under the loose floorboard. "I-I-It's wonderful," Harry stammered happily. "It's the best present I ever got.. Well, maybe not better than the Firebolt." He grinned. "Yeah, but it needs one more thing," said Sirius. He took Harry's wand from the bed and muttered, "Unworthy know-it-alls need another talking to!" The parchment became blank. "With your wand tip, Harry, write your message to Professor Snape. Your nickname is Arrow because you're so good and precise when you fly." Harry thought a moment, then started to write. "As a nice suggestion that might improve your looks, you might want to where a monster mask, and please don't put your proboscis in my business. Good day." Sirius grinned at him and said, "And Malfoy?" "Hey, Malfoy. Before you try to read this, you'd better try to read an ABC book. You're the biggest jerk I know, so good-bye." Sirius snorted and motioned for him to write more. "It should be about Voldemort," he said. "Oh, jeze. If I start about Voldemort, it will take a page until I stop." "Come on, Harry. He can't be left out by you of all people." Harry sighed. "Evil gits like you should be drown in a pile of sludge mixed with bird droppings. Oh, wait, that wouldn't matter, you're so filthy anyway." Harry wrote. "Okay, anyone else you think you should write about?" Sirius asked. "No," answered Harry slowly. "Right, then. Write one more for anyone else evil who crosses this thing." "Okay, er. what should I write?" "That's up to you." "If this was your property, you would have permission to touch it, but since it's not, take your slimy hands off this paper and get out of my sight. Thank you." He reread what he'd written. "That's not good enough," he reported. "It's fine," Sirius assured him. Then he seized Harry's wand tip and said, "Please enter these nice comments for all gits to see." And it worked. "If someone that you haven't written about gets a hold of it, the name will suddenly echo loudly in your mind. You have to say what you want their message to say, but if you don't do so in time, your extra message will show up." "Okay, thanks," Harry said, grinning and rolling up the paper. "But what does that secret passage in my room lead to?" Sirius shrugged. "I don't know," he replied. "But I don't think you should try to find out." "I do," Harry informed him. "Come on, Sirius. You could come with me." "Okay," said Sirius reluctantly. Harry wrenched up the loose floorboard and took out his map. A tiny black dot labeled Harry Potter had a bubble coming out of its mouth that said, "ToMarvoLordVoldemort!" But Harry didn't repeat it. "Sirius," He gasped. "What is it?" Sirius grabbed the map from his hands. "I'm not sure if we should go in," Harry said. "Harry, if you don't, he'll probably come here and finish you off when you're asleep." Sirius pointed out. "Yeah. I suppose we would have more of a chance if we snuck into his. wherever he lives." Harry agreed. "I don't know how long that passage is. We might need provisions." "Then we'll take some from the Dursleys. It will be better spending my summer with you than with them no matter how hungry I am or how much Voldemort is trying to kill me." "I can't argue with tha-" A sudden noise coming from the hall interrupted him. "The Dursleys!" Harry whispered. "Sirius, hide in my wardrobe." He dove under his covers just as the door creeked slowly open. Uncle Vernon's purple face appeared, followed by the rest of his body. He quietly removed the loose floorboard, took a stick of wood, tapped the floor twice and said "ToMarvoLordVoldemort!" A gaping hole appeared and he slid himself inside with some difficulty, the passageway closing behind him. Harry threw the covers off him. "He was holding a wand! He's a muggle! Muggles don't use wands!" "Maybe he's not a Muggle at all," said Sirius. "Maybe he's a disguised spy or something for Voldemort. Harry, this is bad." "I know," Harry replied. "But if he was, why didn't he kill me before I even got to Hogwarts?" "There are a few reasons I can think of," Sirius said after a pause. "For one, if you escaped, you would no that magic was real before you had to. Besides, his wife would definitely leave him if she knew he was a wizard." "But shouldn't there be some magical reason? I mean. if he was that evil, he would do away with Aunt Petunia, too wouldn't he?" Harry objected. "I think the other reason, the one that's not your scar and the love your mom left you. I think the other reason is your glasses." Harry stared at his godfather as if the man was mad. "My glasses?" he repeated. "Yes. When you were a baby, Dumbledor put a protection spell on them that would protect you from surprise attacks. They make the spell rebound upon its caster if it's a surprise, but it wasn't good enough to defeat Voldemort entirely. I know what you're thinking. Your uncle must have known that, and not wanted to take any chances." "Okay. I know this is bad and all, but this birthday hasn't been half bad. I get an awesome map and a trip away from the Dursleys. or at least two of then. Thanks, Sirius." "You're welcome, Harry, but we really better get going." "Yeah, you're right," He tiptoed downstairs and stole some food and drink. After bringing up the stuff, he grudgingly went up to the floorboard that was loose, pulled it up, said, "ToMarvoLordVoldemort," and dropped into the hole, immediately followed by his godfather. They landed on hard ground, but lucky for them, the bags of food they were carrying broke their fall. "Lumos," Harry muttered. The thin shaft of light from his wand showed him a narrow stone passageway that did not turn, slope upward, or go more underground as far as the two wizards could see. It was just a straight hole of blackness. like they were walking into doom.
A/n: Di you like it? Please review and let me know what you think! If I don't get any reviews, I won't put up chapter 3, which I've already written.