Here it is, as I promised. This chapter is really short, but I'm working on
the next right now. It will most likely be up within the next hour or two.
If anyone notices a theme appearing over the next few chapters and you
think that it would make a good title, let me know, because I'm stumped.
Disclaimer: I know nothing of the sixth book, only JK Rowling does. I'm just taking a stab in the dark as to what could happen and what I want to happen. All of the characters belong to her.
On with the story! Hope you like!
Unwanted Inheritance
Had you lived on number 2 Privet Drive, and had you happened to look out of your window at two A.M. that July morning, you would have seen a thin, black-haired boy with astonishingly green eyes almost glowing in the dim streetlamp light crawling out of the window and down the lattice-work of number 4. Fortunately, no one on Privet Drive had any business looking out of their window at such a time. Their clock-work lives left no time or tolerance for anyone to be up at two in the morning. No, they were respectable, working-class, normal citizens who looked down on night- crawlers. But Harry Potter was not exactly normal.
Harry Potter did not even belong to the same world as the inhabitants of Privet Drive. Far too abnormal. Far too fishy. Far too sneaky. Far too everything-that-the-Dursleys-and-their-neighbors-hated. But most importantly, he was far too wizardly. That's what caused his parents to die. That's what caused Harry to live. That's what caused him to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That's what caused Cedric to die. That's what caused Sirius to die. That's what caused Voldemort to chase after him. He was too magic. Even for the wizarding world.
He was crawling out of the window to escape, obviously. The Dursleys had obeyed Mad-Eye Moody, out of sheer terror, but it was a stiff, forced kindness. Not that Harry had ever really expected kindness from them, but having the room cleared as you walk in to it is almost as bad as being locked up in your room. He could hardly stand to be in the house. And the Dursleys made it very clear that they would much rather him be out of it, too. But on the second day of summer holiday, he left the house and Mad- Eye, who had been on guard duty, told him to march right back in. It was too dangerous he said. Hadn't Harry been in much more dangerous places than Privet Drive? Wasn't he capable of going down the front steps safely? Had he not come face-to-face with people capable of doing much more damage to him than Dudley and his little gang could impose?
He didn't care what Mad-Eye said. He had too much of the Dursleys. He had to get out, even if it was just for a little while. All he needed was a walk, some fresh air, and time away from that painfully clean and narrow- minded house. He breathed in deeply. This was better. How long did he have to stay here, anyway? Better question: where would he go when he left here? They couldn't leave him here all summer, could they? He doubted that he would be back at the Burrow any time soon. Would they take him back to Grimmauld Place.?
Almost as if to answer his question, Lupin appeared out of nowhere in his usual shabby robes and ever-graying hair. Harry let out an aggravated sigh. He never thought that he would be unhappy to see his former teacher. "Sir, please I just, I-I need some time to clear out my head. I just can't stand to be trapped in there all of the time." Said Harry.
"No, it's okay. I understand. But, I need to talk to you about something."
"What?" He replied, somewhat relieved that he wasn't making him go back into that house just yet.
"Come with me to Mrs. Figg's house. It's not safe to talk about here."
That small spark of relief that had ignited was immediately put out. "What? Has something happened?"
"No, nothing yet. Just come in here." Remus said heavily as they reached the garden wall of Mrs. Figg's house. As he walked up the hedge-lined pathway, cats peep out of their hiding places. A couple of them even dash off to the back of the house. When he reached the dark blue door, he only had to knock twice before a light was switched on and a blurred figure appeared behind the beveled glass. Mrs. Figg opened the door looking sleepy in her flowery dressing gown and slippers, but scowling all the same. "Remus, you know you don't have to use the door, just apparate-oh, you've brought Harry. I see now. Haven't been getting yourself into any trouble I hope, have you?"
"No, he hasn't, Arabella. I just need to talk to him." Said Lupin before Harry could answer.
"Well what did you have to wake me for?"
"I needed to speak to him about things that are not for everyone's ears."
"Oh," she said huffily. "Then make yourselves at home. Don't mind me, I just live here."
"I'll tell you later." He said.
"Good. Well then, I'm going back to bed. You know where everything is." She said and walked back up the stairs, followed by several feline companions.
Remus motioned for Harry to follow him. As they walked through the foyer, passed the living room and into the kitchen, the smell of cabbage became steadily stronger. Harry plugged his nose.
"Do you know why it always smells like this?" He asked.
"No idea" Lupin responded. "Maybe it's not so bad in here." He said and led him into the dining room. It was a revolting shade of pink mixed with greens and browns. "Well, at least it smells slightly better" He said with a frown. "Want anything to drink, Harry?"
"No thank you."
"Good, sit down. As I said, I need to talk to you." He said and folded his hands. "Dumbledore needs permission from you to continue to use number twelve, Grimmauld Place as headquarters."
Harry grit his teeth. "Why from me?"
"Because, Si-Sirius left you as his heir."
"Me?"
"Yes, nearly everything was left to you. I just need your word to continue to use it."
"Why me though?"
"Well, as I understand it, Si-Sirius was the last of the Blacks, so he had to choose an heir. You were the obvious choice. Next to your father, you were the closest person to him."
"But, I--I don't know if I can go back there."
"I understand; I knew him as well, but it's the only place, and we really need it now that Voldemort is going public.So do we have permission?"
"Sure, but I don't have to go there, do I?"
"It's there or here."
"What about the Burrow? Could I go there?"
"You would be putting yourself and the Weasleys in danger there. Besides, they are going to be staying at the headquarters again."
"I, I just can't go back there. I don't think I could stand to be in his house without him there." He said and looked down, so he didn't notice Lupin's mouth twitch.
"You don't have to go just yet; Dumbledore wants you to stay here a bit longer."
"How long is a bit?"
"A week or two. I'll tell you when it's time."
"Alright. A week."
A/N Hope you liked it! I'm going to post this, then finish chapter 2. Please review!!!!! Also, because teachers think that they have the right to own your life during school and after, I'll probably do most of my updating on the weekends. Now, REVIEW!!!!!!!! -Liseli
Disclaimer: I know nothing of the sixth book, only JK Rowling does. I'm just taking a stab in the dark as to what could happen and what I want to happen. All of the characters belong to her.
On with the story! Hope you like!
Unwanted Inheritance
Had you lived on number 2 Privet Drive, and had you happened to look out of your window at two A.M. that July morning, you would have seen a thin, black-haired boy with astonishingly green eyes almost glowing in the dim streetlamp light crawling out of the window and down the lattice-work of number 4. Fortunately, no one on Privet Drive had any business looking out of their window at such a time. Their clock-work lives left no time or tolerance for anyone to be up at two in the morning. No, they were respectable, working-class, normal citizens who looked down on night- crawlers. But Harry Potter was not exactly normal.
Harry Potter did not even belong to the same world as the inhabitants of Privet Drive. Far too abnormal. Far too fishy. Far too sneaky. Far too everything-that-the-Dursleys-and-their-neighbors-hated. But most importantly, he was far too wizardly. That's what caused his parents to die. That's what caused Harry to live. That's what caused him to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That's what caused Cedric to die. That's what caused Sirius to die. That's what caused Voldemort to chase after him. He was too magic. Even for the wizarding world.
He was crawling out of the window to escape, obviously. The Dursleys had obeyed Mad-Eye Moody, out of sheer terror, but it was a stiff, forced kindness. Not that Harry had ever really expected kindness from them, but having the room cleared as you walk in to it is almost as bad as being locked up in your room. He could hardly stand to be in the house. And the Dursleys made it very clear that they would much rather him be out of it, too. But on the second day of summer holiday, he left the house and Mad- Eye, who had been on guard duty, told him to march right back in. It was too dangerous he said. Hadn't Harry been in much more dangerous places than Privet Drive? Wasn't he capable of going down the front steps safely? Had he not come face-to-face with people capable of doing much more damage to him than Dudley and his little gang could impose?
He didn't care what Mad-Eye said. He had too much of the Dursleys. He had to get out, even if it was just for a little while. All he needed was a walk, some fresh air, and time away from that painfully clean and narrow- minded house. He breathed in deeply. This was better. How long did he have to stay here, anyway? Better question: where would he go when he left here? They couldn't leave him here all summer, could they? He doubted that he would be back at the Burrow any time soon. Would they take him back to Grimmauld Place.?
Almost as if to answer his question, Lupin appeared out of nowhere in his usual shabby robes and ever-graying hair. Harry let out an aggravated sigh. He never thought that he would be unhappy to see his former teacher. "Sir, please I just, I-I need some time to clear out my head. I just can't stand to be trapped in there all of the time." Said Harry.
"No, it's okay. I understand. But, I need to talk to you about something."
"What?" He replied, somewhat relieved that he wasn't making him go back into that house just yet.
"Come with me to Mrs. Figg's house. It's not safe to talk about here."
That small spark of relief that had ignited was immediately put out. "What? Has something happened?"
"No, nothing yet. Just come in here." Remus said heavily as they reached the garden wall of Mrs. Figg's house. As he walked up the hedge-lined pathway, cats peep out of their hiding places. A couple of them even dash off to the back of the house. When he reached the dark blue door, he only had to knock twice before a light was switched on and a blurred figure appeared behind the beveled glass. Mrs. Figg opened the door looking sleepy in her flowery dressing gown and slippers, but scowling all the same. "Remus, you know you don't have to use the door, just apparate-oh, you've brought Harry. I see now. Haven't been getting yourself into any trouble I hope, have you?"
"No, he hasn't, Arabella. I just need to talk to him." Said Lupin before Harry could answer.
"Well what did you have to wake me for?"
"I needed to speak to him about things that are not for everyone's ears."
"Oh," she said huffily. "Then make yourselves at home. Don't mind me, I just live here."
"I'll tell you later." He said.
"Good. Well then, I'm going back to bed. You know where everything is." She said and walked back up the stairs, followed by several feline companions.
Remus motioned for Harry to follow him. As they walked through the foyer, passed the living room and into the kitchen, the smell of cabbage became steadily stronger. Harry plugged his nose.
"Do you know why it always smells like this?" He asked.
"No idea" Lupin responded. "Maybe it's not so bad in here." He said and led him into the dining room. It was a revolting shade of pink mixed with greens and browns. "Well, at least it smells slightly better" He said with a frown. "Want anything to drink, Harry?"
"No thank you."
"Good, sit down. As I said, I need to talk to you." He said and folded his hands. "Dumbledore needs permission from you to continue to use number twelve, Grimmauld Place as headquarters."
Harry grit his teeth. "Why from me?"
"Because, Si-Sirius left you as his heir."
"Me?"
"Yes, nearly everything was left to you. I just need your word to continue to use it."
"Why me though?"
"Well, as I understand it, Si-Sirius was the last of the Blacks, so he had to choose an heir. You were the obvious choice. Next to your father, you were the closest person to him."
"But, I--I don't know if I can go back there."
"I understand; I knew him as well, but it's the only place, and we really need it now that Voldemort is going public.So do we have permission?"
"Sure, but I don't have to go there, do I?"
"It's there or here."
"What about the Burrow? Could I go there?"
"You would be putting yourself and the Weasleys in danger there. Besides, they are going to be staying at the headquarters again."
"I, I just can't go back there. I don't think I could stand to be in his house without him there." He said and looked down, so he didn't notice Lupin's mouth twitch.
"You don't have to go just yet; Dumbledore wants you to stay here a bit longer."
"How long is a bit?"
"A week or two. I'll tell you when it's time."
"Alright. A week."
A/N Hope you liked it! I'm going to post this, then finish chapter 2. Please review!!!!! Also, because teachers think that they have the right to own your life during school and after, I'll probably do most of my updating on the weekends. Now, REVIEW!!!!!!!! -Liseli