Harry Potter and The
Meddling Muggle
Or
The Not So Tranquil Summer
By: King00Nayr
Chapter 1
Harry blinked as he watched flames eat away at his summer home.
The summer had been very uneventful and not as bad as usually expected. The Daily Prophet gave the usual updates on "He-who-must-not-be-named" sightings and the regular updates required by the Order of the Phoenix kept the Dursleys at bay. Basically Harry had an agreement with his relatives to ignore each other as much as possible with the added bonus for Harry that they started feeding him better while Dudley was still on a strict diet (which he constantly broke) after the "your son is on the path to an early demise if he continues at his current horizontal growth rate…" report given by Dudley's school, Smelting, at the end of his last year. The sound of the explosion disrupted Harry's afternoon walk moments before he stood in shock in front of the fiery scene.
Aside from boredom, this summer was much better than last summer for Harry, except for the emptiness that still filled the place that Sirius held. Harry, at least, was much less emotional than last year (the hormones stopped overflowing his system) though he still had moments of sad reflections back on the short few years he spent with his godfather. So, more or less, the sight of Uncle Vernon's newest car charred and bleary surrounded with smoke, and Aunt Petunia's perfect pansies crushed under flaming debris left Harry gaping like a Trout in the night fallen street.
From the house came a pounding that broke Harry out of his trance. Someone was still inside! Harry started to run up to the house, his mind racing. Aunt Petunia is at the store buying Dudley new clothes, Uncle Vernon is at work, and I just saw Dudley at the park terrorizing that nine-year-old. Who could it be?
The smoke made Harry's eyes water as he cautiously entered the Dursley's home. The flames licked at his clothes and skin blackening them. Harry whipped out his wand and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. "Impervius!"
At least that will keep the flames off me for a little bit, thought Harry as he plunged into the smoke filled house and bounded up the stairs. The knocking came from my room, who would be in my room this late at night? He reached for the door handle, but his entire wall had been blown away. What happened here? Harry thought as he crawled under some smoldering beams. He looked around his burning room to see a blackened figure he recognized instantly banging lamely against the window.
"Fred? What the hell are you doing here?"
"Harry…wand on fire…cant help him…flames blocked us…he is not breathing…"
Harry did not have to even guess who he was talking about. He rushed forward to help Fred as he lowered himself to pick up the limp form of George lying at Fred's feet. Hoisting the limp arms of George onto their shoulders, Fred and Harry quickly dragged George out of Harry's room and into the hall. Harry felt the Impervious Charm wear off as the heat from the fire and the lack of oxygen made his mind spin. The floor was now collapsing in different places and George's extra weight made the journey out of the house a much more difficult task. What is that darn spell that puts out fire? Where's Hermione when you need her?
There were a few testing moments when Fred's foot fell thought a stair, and when Harry almost pushed Fred and George's body over the banister when he was hit in the head with a piece of drywall, but they made it down the stairs when they heard a creaking noise from above.
The ceiling crashed down in front of them as Fred, Harry, and George stumbled back from the destruction. Harry tripped over a large piece of debris and fell to his back as his glasses were thrown from his face. He crawled to his knees to search for his glasses on the floor when he heard a yelp.
"Bloody hell!"
Harry turned in the direction of the cursing but only saw bleary flames everywhere. "Fred." :Cough: "Fred, where are-" :cough: "-are you?" He had his wand out, but with his glasses missing Harry knew a misplaced spell could be disastrous.
He crawled carefully forward only to fall onto George's body. Flames were already starting to make short work of his clothes and made a jump for Harry. Harry felt the heat all around him and swore his wand would burst into flames at any minute. Think, Harry. Think!
"Expell—" Harry gagged on the smoke around him, "Expelliarmus!"
It was the first spell that came to Harry's mind but oddly seemed to help a little bit. The flames seemed to back off of George's muggle clothes, but did not really go out. Harry went into a fit of coughing as he swallowed an extra lungful of smoke. I can't keep this up. We aren't going to make it! He saw stars as the world went dark around him. Right before he passed out he saw Fred choking on the smoke as he weakly tried to remove the flaming beam from his leg.
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Harry's eyes slowly opened to a bleary crooked nose. Snape.
A/N: Hope you like it so far. I stopped it here to add suspense and to annoy a friend who is really wants to know why the twins were there…heehee…I know…
I don't consider myself a good writer or really a writer at all, but thought I would share this story that came to me. If people like it I have tons of plans, but if no one is interested I probably will just write it for myself. So…want more? Then review! And also share your ideas on how I can improve. Constructive criticism is my great big furry friend. :Squeeze squeeze cuddle cuddle: …er…um…heehee…excuse us…
PS The muggle part (see title) comes in later...just in case you were WTFing me. (aka think I am crazy...though you would be right, just in the wrong context...:twitch twitch:
