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in the Harry Potter official books, are owned by J.K Rowling. The plot and
other characters/ideas are my own. Thank you. This goes for ALL chapters.
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Chapter 1: Birthday Presents
The wind raced by, biting his face as he ran through the mountains. Strangely enough, he found he enjoyed the sensation. The wind was cold and strong coming from the northwest. 'A storm is coming,' he thought happily. He loved the outdoors, the smell of the earth, the nip of the wind, and the bite of the rain. He didn't know why, didn't question, it had no relevance. The storm quickly overtook where he stood and he cried out at it, challenging the elements. Just then a bolt of blinding white light struck him full in the face. He felt himself fall, heard a deafening roar, everything faded, then everything was gone.
Harry woke up sweating. It was the third time this week that he had had this dream. 'Wonder what it means,' he thought to himself. He took a glance at the clock by his bed, 11:58. 'Almost midnight,' he thought again, 'MIDNIGHT?! MY BIRTHDAY!' Instantly Harry forgot about his dream and began to think about what he may get from his friends. Harry's birthday had only begun to mean something to him before his first year of Hogwarts, when he got his first birthday card, ever. He had been 12. Now it was something that he looked forward to every year, it was the one thought that kept his sanity while living at the Dursley's, his hated guardians.
Just then his clock struck 12:00. He was now 15! There was instantly rapping at his window, he opened it and a plethora of owls flew in, ten in fact. It was the most he had every received. He took all the letters and presents from them and fed them an owl treat before letting them out the window to fly back to wherever they came from. He took a look at all his presents.
'Wow, there are so many this year.' He began with the smallest present. It was from Sirius. The note attached read:
Dear Harry, HOW ARE YOU? I have worried the entire summer over you. Dumbledore keeps insisting that you are fine but I cannot keep but worry. I am being kept busy in the VRG, Voldemort Resistance Group. Dumbledore has me sent on all sorts of missions. I get a new one almost weekly. But on to happier news, you are 15! I'm so proud of you Harry. The gift that I have enclosed is a necklace. No, it is not girly in any way. Would I do that to you? It will enable you to think about a person and it will glow bright gold if they are ok, and will glow a dark blue if that person is in trouble. However, if it glows blue, then a comforting spell will be cast to help you through the trauma. I have one as well, so I will be checking on you often. I miss you lots Harry.
With Love, Sirius Black (your godfather, and convicted murderer)
P.S. Dumbledore hinted I might be at Hogwarts a few times this year. I look forward to seeing you then!
Harry opened the package and indeed it was a necklace. The centerpiece of the necklace was a stone, a midnight Black stone. He felt the stone and it was cold to the touch. He instantly thought about Sirius and the stone began to glow bright gold. 'Whew, Sirius is safe,' thought Harry.
He picked up the next gift, opened the letter and found that it was from Ron.
Hey Harry!
Hope you are doing well, living with the muggles and whatnot. If they are treating you badly just spell them or something. I know, you can't do that but at least threaten them with Sirius. Anyways, has your scar been hurting you? I really hope not. Now that Voldemort is back.
Well, I got you your birthday present. Took me nearly a day to find what I wanted to get you. It is a very old book, be careful with it. To be honest actually, I couldn't really tell what it was about, but the pictures were awesome and I decided that you would like it. It is written in another language, however, I justified this by telling myself it gave you something to do, deciphering the language. Anyway, just wanted to say "hi" and give you your birthday present.
Ciao,
Ron Weasley
P.S. You are not allowed to come to our house because Voldie is back, hope you're not too bummed. I was.
Harry was bummed. He had been looking forward to seeing his friends before the start of school, now those hopes lay dashed. Sad, Harry proceeded to open the next few presents. The next was from Dumbledore, who gave him a book of spells, from the restricted section in the library. Harry gawked at it and thought about how he had managed to get passed Madam Pince with the book. 'Must've been a prankster when he was a kid,' thought Harry smiling. The next couple of gifts were from Ginny, and Fred and George. Ginny had given him another singing birthday card, which was very nice, though he feared that it would wake up the Dursley's. Fred and George had given him a note saying that his wish for Ron's new robes had been done and they had included a few of their newest inventions in a small package. They were tempting him to use them on Dudley. Harry almost laughed.
His next gift was rather heavy and after reading whom the card was from, he was beginning to fear opening it. It was from Hagrid. The note was hastily written, but Harry excused this as Hagrid being rushed in his mission from Dumbledore. It stated simply
Hello Harry,
Sorry for this note not being very long but I don't have much time to write. I didn't want you to think that I had forgotten however and so I sent this note and present. Hope ya like it!
-Hagrid
Harry cautiously opened the package and was relieved when nothing popped out of it at him. As he opened it farther however, his jaw dropped. In a neatly packaged box were 5 throwing knives, 3 throwing stars, a dagger, and a sword. All of which were gemmed, were of Dwarven make, and had the presence of magic about them. 'Magical weapons,' thought Harry as he admired each one, mentally hugging Hagrid for such a great gift. 'I shall have to practice with these,' thought Harry to himself. Harry unpacked them to find a belt for which some of the weapons would go, and holsters for other weapons.
The next present was from Hermione. The letter contained most of the same content that Ron's had, except she told him about her trip to Italy, France, Switzerland, and Austria. She also told him that she had broken up with Viktor Krum and didn't go to Bulgaria to see him. Harry grinned, although he and Viktor had become friends, he still didn't trust him.
Hermione had sent him a book, 'big surprise there,' he thought, but was interested when he read its title, Spells: Of every witch sort. A note attached to it told Harry that she had picked it up in a very old bookstore in Switzerland. She hadn't read it and had no idea what it was about. He put it with Ron's book, determined to read it later.
The next five presents were from Hogwarts and various people, Neville, Dean Thomas, Professor McGonnagal, and to Harry's surprise, Cho Chang. They had given him three books, two on Quidditch (from Cho and Dean), and one on languages, (from Neville). His letter from Hogwarts stated his school supplies that would be needed for that year, and stated that he, along with Hermione Granger and Ron Grey, had been made prefects of the Gryfindor house. He almost choked. 'Are they crazy?' he asked himself. The last letter was from Professor McGonnagal, and it informed him that the team had already voted and under Wood's recommendation, he was elected Quidditch team captain. Harry was ecstatic, but at the same time couldn't help but see Ron's jealous face.
After opening all of his presents and reading al of his letters Harry lie back down on his bed, and fell asleep. Again he began to run with the cold wind biting at his face.
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He woke the next morning, to his Uncle Vernon's call, "BOY! Get down here!" Harry complied, none too quickly, and was yapped at for being late down to breakfast. "What did I tell you about showing up late to a family meal?" yelled his Aunt Petunia.
Harry shrugged, "Since when did you consider me family," asked Harry putting an emphasis on the last word.
"Since we took you in you ungracious git!" yelled his uncle. His cousin, Dudley, snickered at his being yelled at. Harry had had enough; he took some toast, shoved it in his mouth and walked back up to his room. No sooner had he got back to his only haven in the Dursley house, than he took out Neville and Ron's gifts.
He used Neville's book of languages to determine that the language the old book Ron had gotten him was written in Ancient Latin, the original Latin, spoken before the Romans came to power. This was truly an old book. Harry glanced at it one last time before he began to decode it. Bit by bit, line by line.
As he progressed he was startled to see what he was translating. It was a book on sorcery, one of the most powerful and long forgotten forms of magic. Sorcery, as he had deciphered, was the control of the elements. The book only became more interesting.
Harry decided that every day he would practice with the weapons that Hagrid had given him, and would look over and memorize all the spells in the book that Hermione had given him. He wouldn't use the spells however as he wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school yet. However, that soon changed. While looking through Hermione's book he discovered a spell that could hide his magic signal. The ministry wouldn't ever be able to recognize him when he used his magic. He copied the spell down and pondered whether or not to continue with it. Too use his magic on break however, was too much of a temptation for Harry and he decided to attempt this spell.
"Incerti Auctori!" Harry said as he waved his wand in the prescribed matter. Instantly, his entire body burned and he felt power running through him. 'It worked!' was the last thing he thought before he passed out on his bed.
The next day Harry got out of bed and looked at his clock, 7:00. He yawned and slowly dressed for work. Harry had searched for a job as soon as he had gotten home from Hogwarts the previous year. 'It would be good,' he had thought to himself, 'to earn some extra muggle money and to get away from the Dursleys. Usually, if he had woken up at 7:00 Harry would have rushed to get ready as fast as humanly possible, but not today. Today, he knew he could use some magic to assist him. So, as Harry dressed, his bag packed itself, and as he walked downstairs to the kitchen, his breakfast was making itself. Harry walked to the front door, opened it and went outside. There he picked up the newspaper, walked back in and headed towards the kitchen table.
He sat down and opened up the newspaper. He frowned as he read the headline. 'Terrorists Attack London!' Harry knew otherwise. He knew that it had not been terrorists, he knew that it had been Lord Voldemort, a dark wizard of much power. It was about this time that his breakfast floated over to him and his cousin Dudley walked in.
Harry looked up at Dudley in time to see an expression of pure terror on the fat boy's face. Dudley ran out of the kitchen as fast as he could move, which wasn't all that fast, he did weight close to three-hundred pounds. Harry shrugged and went back to eating his eggs and toast. He finished and then used a simple spell to clean up. As he headed back upstairs he ran into his Uncle Vernon, who was even larger than Dudley.
"Get out of the way boy!" Vernon had sputtered this last word.
"No," was Harry's calm reply.
"What? Did you just say 'no?' You will never say no to me boy! You should respect your aunt and I for taking you in."
"Respect?!" Harry nearly screamed. "Respect! You have never shown me one ounce of respect. Never, not once in my life. You call me 'boy.' My name is Harry! Boy - is not what I wish to be called. In fact, why don't I give you a little lesson in being respectful. MOVE!" As he said this last word he had pulled his wand and preformed the most powerful banishing spell he knew on his uncle. The result was a 350-pound man flying backwards up the stairs and crashing into the wall at the top.
Harry finished walking up the stairs towards the bathroom, he turned the corner, but not before giving his uncle a look of pure hatred. His uncle tried but couldn't return the glare; he was too scared. Harry walked to the bathroom brushed his teeth and made a futile attempt at taming his wild black hair. Then he headed off to work.
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Chapter 1: Birthday Presents
The wind raced by, biting his face as he ran through the mountains. Strangely enough, he found he enjoyed the sensation. The wind was cold and strong coming from the northwest. 'A storm is coming,' he thought happily. He loved the outdoors, the smell of the earth, the nip of the wind, and the bite of the rain. He didn't know why, didn't question, it had no relevance. The storm quickly overtook where he stood and he cried out at it, challenging the elements. Just then a bolt of blinding white light struck him full in the face. He felt himself fall, heard a deafening roar, everything faded, then everything was gone.
Harry woke up sweating. It was the third time this week that he had had this dream. 'Wonder what it means,' he thought to himself. He took a glance at the clock by his bed, 11:58. 'Almost midnight,' he thought again, 'MIDNIGHT?! MY BIRTHDAY!' Instantly Harry forgot about his dream and began to think about what he may get from his friends. Harry's birthday had only begun to mean something to him before his first year of Hogwarts, when he got his first birthday card, ever. He had been 12. Now it was something that he looked forward to every year, it was the one thought that kept his sanity while living at the Dursley's, his hated guardians.
Just then his clock struck 12:00. He was now 15! There was instantly rapping at his window, he opened it and a plethora of owls flew in, ten in fact. It was the most he had every received. He took all the letters and presents from them and fed them an owl treat before letting them out the window to fly back to wherever they came from. He took a look at all his presents.
'Wow, there are so many this year.' He began with the smallest present. It was from Sirius. The note attached read:
Dear Harry, HOW ARE YOU? I have worried the entire summer over you. Dumbledore keeps insisting that you are fine but I cannot keep but worry. I am being kept busy in the VRG, Voldemort Resistance Group. Dumbledore has me sent on all sorts of missions. I get a new one almost weekly. But on to happier news, you are 15! I'm so proud of you Harry. The gift that I have enclosed is a necklace. No, it is not girly in any way. Would I do that to you? It will enable you to think about a person and it will glow bright gold if they are ok, and will glow a dark blue if that person is in trouble. However, if it glows blue, then a comforting spell will be cast to help you through the trauma. I have one as well, so I will be checking on you often. I miss you lots Harry.
With Love, Sirius Black (your godfather, and convicted murderer)
P.S. Dumbledore hinted I might be at Hogwarts a few times this year. I look forward to seeing you then!
Harry opened the package and indeed it was a necklace. The centerpiece of the necklace was a stone, a midnight Black stone. He felt the stone and it was cold to the touch. He instantly thought about Sirius and the stone began to glow bright gold. 'Whew, Sirius is safe,' thought Harry.
He picked up the next gift, opened the letter and found that it was from Ron.
Hey Harry!
Hope you are doing well, living with the muggles and whatnot. If they are treating you badly just spell them or something. I know, you can't do that but at least threaten them with Sirius. Anyways, has your scar been hurting you? I really hope not. Now that Voldemort is back.
Well, I got you your birthday present. Took me nearly a day to find what I wanted to get you. It is a very old book, be careful with it. To be honest actually, I couldn't really tell what it was about, but the pictures were awesome and I decided that you would like it. It is written in another language, however, I justified this by telling myself it gave you something to do, deciphering the language. Anyway, just wanted to say "hi" and give you your birthday present.
Ciao,
Ron Weasley
P.S. You are not allowed to come to our house because Voldie is back, hope you're not too bummed. I was.
Harry was bummed. He had been looking forward to seeing his friends before the start of school, now those hopes lay dashed. Sad, Harry proceeded to open the next few presents. The next was from Dumbledore, who gave him a book of spells, from the restricted section in the library. Harry gawked at it and thought about how he had managed to get passed Madam Pince with the book. 'Must've been a prankster when he was a kid,' thought Harry smiling. The next couple of gifts were from Ginny, and Fred and George. Ginny had given him another singing birthday card, which was very nice, though he feared that it would wake up the Dursley's. Fred and George had given him a note saying that his wish for Ron's new robes had been done and they had included a few of their newest inventions in a small package. They were tempting him to use them on Dudley. Harry almost laughed.
His next gift was rather heavy and after reading whom the card was from, he was beginning to fear opening it. It was from Hagrid. The note was hastily written, but Harry excused this as Hagrid being rushed in his mission from Dumbledore. It stated simply
Hello Harry,
Sorry for this note not being very long but I don't have much time to write. I didn't want you to think that I had forgotten however and so I sent this note and present. Hope ya like it!
-Hagrid
Harry cautiously opened the package and was relieved when nothing popped out of it at him. As he opened it farther however, his jaw dropped. In a neatly packaged box were 5 throwing knives, 3 throwing stars, a dagger, and a sword. All of which were gemmed, were of Dwarven make, and had the presence of magic about them. 'Magical weapons,' thought Harry as he admired each one, mentally hugging Hagrid for such a great gift. 'I shall have to practice with these,' thought Harry to himself. Harry unpacked them to find a belt for which some of the weapons would go, and holsters for other weapons.
The next present was from Hermione. The letter contained most of the same content that Ron's had, except she told him about her trip to Italy, France, Switzerland, and Austria. She also told him that she had broken up with Viktor Krum and didn't go to Bulgaria to see him. Harry grinned, although he and Viktor had become friends, he still didn't trust him.
Hermione had sent him a book, 'big surprise there,' he thought, but was interested when he read its title, Spells: Of every witch sort. A note attached to it told Harry that she had picked it up in a very old bookstore in Switzerland. She hadn't read it and had no idea what it was about. He put it with Ron's book, determined to read it later.
The next five presents were from Hogwarts and various people, Neville, Dean Thomas, Professor McGonnagal, and to Harry's surprise, Cho Chang. They had given him three books, two on Quidditch (from Cho and Dean), and one on languages, (from Neville). His letter from Hogwarts stated his school supplies that would be needed for that year, and stated that he, along with Hermione Granger and Ron Grey, had been made prefects of the Gryfindor house. He almost choked. 'Are they crazy?' he asked himself. The last letter was from Professor McGonnagal, and it informed him that the team had already voted and under Wood's recommendation, he was elected Quidditch team captain. Harry was ecstatic, but at the same time couldn't help but see Ron's jealous face.
After opening all of his presents and reading al of his letters Harry lie back down on his bed, and fell asleep. Again he began to run with the cold wind biting at his face.
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He woke the next morning, to his Uncle Vernon's call, "BOY! Get down here!" Harry complied, none too quickly, and was yapped at for being late down to breakfast. "What did I tell you about showing up late to a family meal?" yelled his Aunt Petunia.
Harry shrugged, "Since when did you consider me family," asked Harry putting an emphasis on the last word.
"Since we took you in you ungracious git!" yelled his uncle. His cousin, Dudley, snickered at his being yelled at. Harry had had enough; he took some toast, shoved it in his mouth and walked back up to his room. No sooner had he got back to his only haven in the Dursley house, than he took out Neville and Ron's gifts.
He used Neville's book of languages to determine that the language the old book Ron had gotten him was written in Ancient Latin, the original Latin, spoken before the Romans came to power. This was truly an old book. Harry glanced at it one last time before he began to decode it. Bit by bit, line by line.
As he progressed he was startled to see what he was translating. It was a book on sorcery, one of the most powerful and long forgotten forms of magic. Sorcery, as he had deciphered, was the control of the elements. The book only became more interesting.
Harry decided that every day he would practice with the weapons that Hagrid had given him, and would look over and memorize all the spells in the book that Hermione had given him. He wouldn't use the spells however as he wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school yet. However, that soon changed. While looking through Hermione's book he discovered a spell that could hide his magic signal. The ministry wouldn't ever be able to recognize him when he used his magic. He copied the spell down and pondered whether or not to continue with it. Too use his magic on break however, was too much of a temptation for Harry and he decided to attempt this spell.
"Incerti Auctori!" Harry said as he waved his wand in the prescribed matter. Instantly, his entire body burned and he felt power running through him. 'It worked!' was the last thing he thought before he passed out on his bed.
The next day Harry got out of bed and looked at his clock, 7:00. He yawned and slowly dressed for work. Harry had searched for a job as soon as he had gotten home from Hogwarts the previous year. 'It would be good,' he had thought to himself, 'to earn some extra muggle money and to get away from the Dursleys. Usually, if he had woken up at 7:00 Harry would have rushed to get ready as fast as humanly possible, but not today. Today, he knew he could use some magic to assist him. So, as Harry dressed, his bag packed itself, and as he walked downstairs to the kitchen, his breakfast was making itself. Harry walked to the front door, opened it and went outside. There he picked up the newspaper, walked back in and headed towards the kitchen table.
He sat down and opened up the newspaper. He frowned as he read the headline. 'Terrorists Attack London!' Harry knew otherwise. He knew that it had not been terrorists, he knew that it had been Lord Voldemort, a dark wizard of much power. It was about this time that his breakfast floated over to him and his cousin Dudley walked in.
Harry looked up at Dudley in time to see an expression of pure terror on the fat boy's face. Dudley ran out of the kitchen as fast as he could move, which wasn't all that fast, he did weight close to three-hundred pounds. Harry shrugged and went back to eating his eggs and toast. He finished and then used a simple spell to clean up. As he headed back upstairs he ran into his Uncle Vernon, who was even larger than Dudley.
"Get out of the way boy!" Vernon had sputtered this last word.
"No," was Harry's calm reply.
"What? Did you just say 'no?' You will never say no to me boy! You should respect your aunt and I for taking you in."
"Respect?!" Harry nearly screamed. "Respect! You have never shown me one ounce of respect. Never, not once in my life. You call me 'boy.' My name is Harry! Boy - is not what I wish to be called. In fact, why don't I give you a little lesson in being respectful. MOVE!" As he said this last word he had pulled his wand and preformed the most powerful banishing spell he knew on his uncle. The result was a 350-pound man flying backwards up the stairs and crashing into the wall at the top.
Harry finished walking up the stairs towards the bathroom, he turned the corner, but not before giving his uncle a look of pure hatred. His uncle tried but couldn't return the glare; he was too scared. Harry walked to the bathroom brushed his teeth and made a futile attempt at taming his wild black hair. Then he headed off to work.