Harry Potter and the Book of Merlin
Part 1
"Wormtail, dispose of her. I have no further use of her. She has given us what we need," said an eerie voice. It was so quiet it was just above a whisper, but still held the power to command.
"Y…Ye…Yes Master" whimpered the small man. He picked up the crying woman and dragged her out of the room. The other dark figure seated himself in the chair and stared at the fire. The flames jumped at his presence. A sly smile spread across his face as he stroked the giant snake next to him. "Soon my dear pet, our time will come soon. I have made the first move. It is up to Dumbledore now" he hissed in his evil voice. He shifted his eyes from the snake back to the fire and once again the flames quivered. "All in good time, Mr. Potter. We
will be reunited, in good time…"Harry woke up with a start. The lightning bolt scar sitting atop his forehead burned with a new pain he'd never experienced before. He gently rubbed it to soothe the pain. Quietly he got out of bed and reached for some parchment and something to write with. Before his term at Hogwarts had finished, Professor Dumbledore told him that if his scar ever started hurting again that he should write to him at once. In the years past, Harry would have just dismissed his pain and waited till he arrived at Hogwarts to tell the head master, if that. But now it was different. With all that happened to Harry in his fourth year, he couldn't just dismiss his dream as nothing. So he sat down and began writing the aged man, receiving light from the moon in the sky.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
At the end of the year, you told me to write to you if my scar ever started hurting again. Well, tonight it did. I had a dream, no I had a vision. I don't know what it was, but I saw Voldemort. I saw him and Wormtail. They were in some room and talking. Voldemort ordered Wormtail to dispose of some lady they must have captured. Wormtail left and Voldemort said something about him making the first move and how it was up to you now. And then he looked right in the fire, and it felt like he was looking right at me, right into my eyes. He said that we'd meet again. I'm not sure what all this means Professor, but I know that everything concerning Voldemort is extremely important. I hope that Hedwig reaches in time before something else happens.
Harry Potter
With that Harry folded the parchment and tied it to his owl's leg. The beautiful snow white owl stared at Harry's eyes. Harry wouldn't return the gesture. The owl, Hedwig, did it's best to persuade his master and friend to meet her eyes. Then Harry looked at his friend. "Hedwig, I need you to take this letter to Professor Dumbledore. It's very important. Be careful." The owl hooted in response as if to reassure him, and then flew into the night.
As Harry returned to his bed, he couldn't get rid of the picture in his mind. The picture of Voldemort's snake like eyes staring at him. A feeling of fear and pain once again filled him. As much as he'd like to deny it, Voldemort was right. They would again. But the question was…would it be sooner than later? But Harry couldn't trouble himself with that now. Like Hagrid had said at the end of his fourth year at Hogwarts, what would come, would come. Harry couldn't worry himself now about the future, there was nothing he could do now. He would just need to be ready when it did come. Silently he made a prayer in his head "Help me be ready" he repeated in his mind as he drifted off to sleep.
The next day all too soon for Harry. Because of his dream, he hadn't gotten much sleep that night. That image of Voldemort was still present in his mind and he couldn't get rid of it. Even as he was dressing and going downstairs, he felt those eyes staring at him. As he entered the kitchen, the usual sight greeted him. There was of course his uncle Vernon Dursley seated at the table reading a newspaper. Then there was his cousin, Dudley, who was also seated at the table impatiently waiting for his food. And finally, there was his Aunt Petunia. She was in the kitchen cooking the breakfast. But as soon as Harry stepped in the room she stopped. "Harry! Stop being lazy and help me with this food. Heaven knows I work hard enough in this house. You should stop being selfish and contribute to the work around here." She stopped yelling and gave him the utensils she had been using only seconds ago and then looked at Dudley. "Making my poor baby starve to death. HURRY!" she yelled at him. Harry just blocked out everything she had just said and started working on the food. When he finished he served his aunt, uncle, and cousin their food. He didn't' dare give any to himself and just took a slice of bread for his breakfast. As he was about to exit the kitchen he heard his uncle's booming voice yell at him
"And just where do you think you're going? Look at those pots and pans on the stove. Do you think they'll wash themselves? Stop being stupid boy and go clean them!" Harry walked towards the dirty pans and started washing them. "Why don't YOU wash them you lazy git! You're the ones eating the food from them, not me!" Harry thought to himself as he was busily cleaning them. Once he finished he received a sink full of dirty dishes from his "family". So once again Harry busied himself cleaning up after everyone else. Once he finished he walked into the living room to report his work to his uncle and wait for his list of chores for the day. The same thing happened every day. He would cook their breakfast, wash the dishes and then go to his uncle for his list of chores for the day while his cousin Dudley got to play with his friends.
His uncle Vernon looked up from the paper that he had been reading and rolled his eyes at the boy in front of him. "Well boy, today you will make up for the little display you made in the kitchen. You…"Vernon's voice trailed off as his eyes grew bigger and bigger. Harry looked at his uncle and then followed his gaze to the fireplace. Harry had to blink twice to make sure he wasn't seeing things. The orange and yellow flames that had previously been there had changed to green. The sight in front of Harry surprised his family more than him for Harry was used to strange things such as this to happen. Things like this were very common at the school Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he attended. A shape slowly began forming in the flames. And soon the head of Albus Dumbledore was floating in the fireplace.
A smile soon spread across Harry's face as he recognized the headmaster. "Harry, something terrible has happened. Please gather your school supplies as soon as possible and bring them to this room. You must return to Hogwarts at once." Harry's smile slowly faded away. The headmaster wasn't being his usual cheerful self. He didn't even greet Harry. So quickly, Harry ran up to his room and gather all of his school possessions. When he ran to Hedwig's cage he was surprised to find his pet owl already sitting in it. He closed the cage and in one trip brought all of his belongings down to the living room. Then Harry turned to his uncle. "Uncle Vernon Sir, I need my trunk that's locked under the stairs."
Vernon looked at the boy. There was so much anger present in his eyes that Harry got scared. "What makes you think you're going anywhere," Vernon said. There was such a long pause between each word that Harry knew what was coming next. "WHAT IS GOING ON!? WHO IS THAT MAN IN OUR FIRE PLACE? HOW DARE YOU BRING YOUR KIND INTO MY HOME!!!" Vernon's face turned such a shade of red you would have confused it with an apple. Then he turned to the face in his fireplace. "AND YOU! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU FREAK!!!" As soon as he said that there came a burst of flame from the fireplace. Fire surrounded Vernon like a fence and pure terror filled his eyes. He looked at the face in the fire, then at Harry, then back at the face. Harry was taken aback at what had just happened. He had never seen Dumbledore act in such a way.
"I'm warning you Dursley. Now is NOT the time to be testing my patience. Go get Harry's belongings and bring them back here, NOW!" Dumbledore's voice filled the room. He spoke in such a way that even Harry was scared of what would happen once he returned to Hogwarts.
The flames surrounding Vernon returned back to the fireplace and slowly, Vernon walked to the closet under the staircase and unlocked the door. He brought back Harry's trunk with a blank look on his face. Harry looked up at his uncle and saw the expression, or lack of, on his face. Harry recognized that look and a shocked looked appeared on his face. Had Dumbledore just performed the Imperio curse on his uncle? Would Dumbledore really perform an unforgivable curse on him?
Harry grabbed his trunk and dragged it in front of the fireplace. As soon as Harry approached the fireplace, the headmaster's face softened a bit. "Harry, since you don't have any Floo powder with you, I will open a portal in the fireplace. It will be directly linked to my office here in Hogwarts. Now hurry, you are not safe," Dumbledore said. As soon as he finished talking his face disappeared and what looked like a mirror appeared in its place. The mirror wasn't any old ordinary mirror, it was surrounded by countless beautiful jewels and gems. The emeralds surrounding the boarder were of the truest green that they could even rival his own green eyes. The frame was of the most beautiful and polished silver Harry had ever seen. And the glass in the middle was almost water like it looked so smooth. But looking closer at it he noticed something. When Harry looked at the mirror he didn't see his reflection, he saw Dumbledore's office. Slightly taken aback at the sight, Harry collected his things and trunk and walked through the portal and into the office. As soon as he walked through it, it disappeared behind him. Harry set his things down on the floor and let his eyes wander around the magnificent room. He saw Dumbledore's pet phoenix, Fawkes, sitting on his perch, the numerous books on the walls, the big oak desk sitting in the corner, the black dog next to the desk, the paintings of all the past headmasters, and all the beautiful furniture filling the room. Harry's eyes went back to the paintings when something crossed his mind. "Black dog?" Harry thought out loud.
He turned his head back to Dumbledore's desk, and sure enough there was the black dog. "Sirius!"
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One more thing, I edited this chapter a little. I changed Surius to Sirius. Thanks for the correction all who told me. And I added a little more detail to the portal and other stuff. Oh yeah, and I forgot the first time I uploaded this, if you want me to email you every time I upload a chapter, either tell me in a review or email me.