Harry Potter and the Department of Chaos
Author's note: I do not own Harry potter or any of J.K. Rowling's other characters, though I wish I did. She's almost as rich as the queen, you know! *babbles on*
The quiet neighborhood of Privet Drive was shattered by a scream, uttered by the young teen living in the house number 4.
A fat man with a permanent violet face awoke, Awaking his wife, a horse faced frail lady. "I swear, if that boy continues screaming, he'll have to go!" Uncle Vernon hissed to Aut Petunia.
"But with Duddikins gone, we'll be all alone again!" "Better than that idiot boy waking us up every night." He said angrily.
The teen tossed in his bed, his unruly black hair sticking out in all direction, his face clad in cold sweat. He cried out again, falling off the bed. His eyes snapped open and his emerald green eyes looked around, alarmed. He scrambled for his glasses, putting them on with shaky hands.
"That was the worst yet." The 16 year old spoke to himself. Over the past summer He had grown at least six inches, his voice much deeper then when he was last at Hogwarts. He stood up, reaching for the Quill and Parchment sitting on his desk. He dipped his quill in the ink and began to write out a name.
Dear Sirius---
His eyes widened as he stared at the almost blank parchment. "Why do I keep writing to him?" He spoke softly as he remembered that he was gone. His godfather was gone. His chest gave a mighty heave as he leaned back, looking at the ceiling, gazing within himself, not seeing the outer world. He suddenly slammed his fist on the table, his knuckles white.
"Dammit Sirius."He growled as he gazed outside through heavy-lidded eyes.
The next morning Harry woke up, lifting his head from the desk, wincing at the cramp in his back. He stretched and stood up, trying desperately to flatten his hair but to no avail. He grumbled, not being in the best of moods, his Scar tingling slightly. He slumped down the stairs, walking slowly into the kitchens, staring at his falsely happy aunt and uncle. Uncle Vernon was holding the receiver of the phone so tight Harry raised a brow, thinking the phone would explode any moment. He looked expectantly at aunt Petunia.
Uncle Vernon was the first to speak as Petunia gazed outside the window, not noticing Harry.
"One of your freaky friends is on the phone." He hissed to Harry and thrust the telephone to Harry, almost throwing it. Harry grabbed it excitedly and put the receiver to his ear.
"H..Harry?"
"Ginny! How're you?"
"Fine, Harry, but we need you to come to the burrow. Straight away."
Harry felt like he was floating, his dream forgotten momentarily. "Of course! Is Ron there? You're using the telephone great!" He babbled on.
Ginny sounded hurt that he would rather talk to Ron than her. "No, Harry. He just left with Hermione." She said indignantly.
"Oh, okay." Harry spoke, and looked around at the living room he had now retreated into to avoid the glares he was getting from his aunt and uncle.
"I'll meet you there. I'll be there soon. We need you there." She said and then hung up.
"B.But I don't need to be picked up!" Harry frowned, looking at the telephone. Why did they need him there? He shrugged and looked to the fire and ran upstairs to pack his bag and find the Floo powder he had stashed away in his room. He grabbed his Firebolt and all of the other things he needed and packed them away, having to sit on his trunk to snap it shut. He searched his room desperately and relaxed as he looked under his bed, spotting the Floo powder in a small box hidden in the very back of his bed. He grabbed it and ran downstairs as fast as he could with a very heavy trunk in is right hand as his left hand held the powder. He ran into the kitchen, looked to his relatives and spoke.
"I'm going to the burrow. See you next summer!" He said and ran out of the room, back up to his room.
"I can't believe I almost forgot you, Hedwig!" He said to the snowy owl that sticking her beak in the air.
"I'm so sorry, I almost forgot you!" He said, frowning. He grabbed her cage and ran downstairs, stopping in his tracks as he stared, shocked at the young woman emerging from the fireplace. Vernon and Petunia were in the doorway, complexion pasty white, their mouths half open, and their eyes wide.
The young woman had long fiery red hair, and an olive complexion covered in freckles. She wore muggle clothes, a brown tee shirt and denim capris that went to the middle of her shins. She smiled the most beautiful smile at Harry and Harry's eyes widened as he felt like his knees were about to buckle.
"Harry!" Ginny said enthusiastically and launched herself at him, enveloping him in a large hug.
"I missed you so much, Harry!"
"And I you!"
Vernon and Petunia huffed angrily.
"Leave before we change our minds!" Vernon spoke sharply to Harry and he nodded, grabbing his trunk and Hedwig. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and stepped into the fireplace.
He threw the powder down and yelled 'THE BURROW!" and he was enveloped in cool green flames as he felt himelf being sucked through the Floo network. He landed heavily into the Burrow's fireplace and he looked around, staring at the smiling faces of the Weasley family, minus Percy.
He crawled out with Hedwig and his trunk quickly, Ginny soon reappearing in the fireplace after him.
Harry glanced at the clock sitting on the kitchen wall. He smiled as he realized his name had been added to the clock. Everyone was at the burrow, except for Ron and Hermione(who had been recently added as well) and Arthur Weasley, Ron and Hermione at 'Shopping' and Mr. Weasley at 'Work'.
All of the Weasleys in the burrow came rushing up to him, taking turns to give hugs, Mrs. Weasley coming back for more.
"Oh, Harry! How are you're dreams? How were the Dursleys treating you?" She babbled on, clutching him tight in her arms so much that he couldn't breathe. He almost squeaked and looked over at the clock again, as Ron and Hermione slowly moved to 'Home'. He looked at the door expectantly but no one came. Instead, a screech emitted from outside, and everybody stopped where they were, Mrs. Weasley letting go of Harry.
Author's note: I do not own Harry potter or any of J.K. Rowling's other characters, though I wish I did. She's almost as rich as the queen, you know! *babbles on*
The quiet neighborhood of Privet Drive was shattered by a scream, uttered by the young teen living in the house number 4.
A fat man with a permanent violet face awoke, Awaking his wife, a horse faced frail lady. "I swear, if that boy continues screaming, he'll have to go!" Uncle Vernon hissed to Aut Petunia.
"But with Duddikins gone, we'll be all alone again!" "Better than that idiot boy waking us up every night." He said angrily.
The teen tossed in his bed, his unruly black hair sticking out in all direction, his face clad in cold sweat. He cried out again, falling off the bed. His eyes snapped open and his emerald green eyes looked around, alarmed. He scrambled for his glasses, putting them on with shaky hands.
"That was the worst yet." The 16 year old spoke to himself. Over the past summer He had grown at least six inches, his voice much deeper then when he was last at Hogwarts. He stood up, reaching for the Quill and Parchment sitting on his desk. He dipped his quill in the ink and began to write out a name.
Dear Sirius---
His eyes widened as he stared at the almost blank parchment. "Why do I keep writing to him?" He spoke softly as he remembered that he was gone. His godfather was gone. His chest gave a mighty heave as he leaned back, looking at the ceiling, gazing within himself, not seeing the outer world. He suddenly slammed his fist on the table, his knuckles white.
"Dammit Sirius."He growled as he gazed outside through heavy-lidded eyes.
The next morning Harry woke up, lifting his head from the desk, wincing at the cramp in his back. He stretched and stood up, trying desperately to flatten his hair but to no avail. He grumbled, not being in the best of moods, his Scar tingling slightly. He slumped down the stairs, walking slowly into the kitchens, staring at his falsely happy aunt and uncle. Uncle Vernon was holding the receiver of the phone so tight Harry raised a brow, thinking the phone would explode any moment. He looked expectantly at aunt Petunia.
Uncle Vernon was the first to speak as Petunia gazed outside the window, not noticing Harry.
"One of your freaky friends is on the phone." He hissed to Harry and thrust the telephone to Harry, almost throwing it. Harry grabbed it excitedly and put the receiver to his ear.
"H..Harry?"
"Ginny! How're you?"
"Fine, Harry, but we need you to come to the burrow. Straight away."
Harry felt like he was floating, his dream forgotten momentarily. "Of course! Is Ron there? You're using the telephone great!" He babbled on.
Ginny sounded hurt that he would rather talk to Ron than her. "No, Harry. He just left with Hermione." She said indignantly.
"Oh, okay." Harry spoke, and looked around at the living room he had now retreated into to avoid the glares he was getting from his aunt and uncle.
"I'll meet you there. I'll be there soon. We need you there." She said and then hung up.
"B.But I don't need to be picked up!" Harry frowned, looking at the telephone. Why did they need him there? He shrugged and looked to the fire and ran upstairs to pack his bag and find the Floo powder he had stashed away in his room. He grabbed his Firebolt and all of the other things he needed and packed them away, having to sit on his trunk to snap it shut. He searched his room desperately and relaxed as he looked under his bed, spotting the Floo powder in a small box hidden in the very back of his bed. He grabbed it and ran downstairs as fast as he could with a very heavy trunk in is right hand as his left hand held the powder. He ran into the kitchen, looked to his relatives and spoke.
"I'm going to the burrow. See you next summer!" He said and ran out of the room, back up to his room.
"I can't believe I almost forgot you, Hedwig!" He said to the snowy owl that sticking her beak in the air.
"I'm so sorry, I almost forgot you!" He said, frowning. He grabbed her cage and ran downstairs, stopping in his tracks as he stared, shocked at the young woman emerging from the fireplace. Vernon and Petunia were in the doorway, complexion pasty white, their mouths half open, and their eyes wide.
The young woman had long fiery red hair, and an olive complexion covered in freckles. She wore muggle clothes, a brown tee shirt and denim capris that went to the middle of her shins. She smiled the most beautiful smile at Harry and Harry's eyes widened as he felt like his knees were about to buckle.
"Harry!" Ginny said enthusiastically and launched herself at him, enveloping him in a large hug.
"I missed you so much, Harry!"
"And I you!"
Vernon and Petunia huffed angrily.
"Leave before we change our minds!" Vernon spoke sharply to Harry and he nodded, grabbing his trunk and Hedwig. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and stepped into the fireplace.
He threw the powder down and yelled 'THE BURROW!" and he was enveloped in cool green flames as he felt himelf being sucked through the Floo network. He landed heavily into the Burrow's fireplace and he looked around, staring at the smiling faces of the Weasley family, minus Percy.
He crawled out with Hedwig and his trunk quickly, Ginny soon reappearing in the fireplace after him.
Harry glanced at the clock sitting on the kitchen wall. He smiled as he realized his name had been added to the clock. Everyone was at the burrow, except for Ron and Hermione(who had been recently added as well) and Arthur Weasley, Ron and Hermione at 'Shopping' and Mr. Weasley at 'Work'.
All of the Weasleys in the burrow came rushing up to him, taking turns to give hugs, Mrs. Weasley coming back for more.
"Oh, Harry! How are you're dreams? How were the Dursleys treating you?" She babbled on, clutching him tight in her arms so much that he couldn't breathe. He almost squeaked and looked over at the clock again, as Ron and Hermione slowly moved to 'Home'. He looked at the door expectantly but no one came. Instead, a screech emitted from outside, and everybody stopped where they were, Mrs. Weasley letting go of Harry.