Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch
by: mountaineer779
Chapter One: SNAP
Cornelius Fudge was not happy. Far from it. Cornelius Fudge was downright furious. But wouldn't you be if a 15 year old boy proved that you were drastically incorrect about a rather large terrorist threat to the wizarding world? You see, Mr. Fudge was having many problems. For example, the Minister of Magic was currently watching a security team extinguish a fire caused by several hundred Howlers on his several-hundred-Galleon desk.
Unfortunately for dear Cornelius, several-hundred-Galleon mass of charred wood was the least of his worries. Wizengamot was not pleased with his performance as Minister and was currently conducting an inquiry and then there was that tiny problem of Death Eaters running amuck along with everyone's favorite villain. And then there were the rumors about Sirius Black being innocent - it was just too much for the poor guy. Everyone had to admit, he was pretty close to his breaking point.
As he shooed the security team out of his smoke filled office, Cornelius got a glimpse of himself in the mirror hanging on the raspberry colored walls and he had to admit, it was not a pretty picture. His once prim hair was frazzled and his bowler hat was askew. His robes were singed and covered in ashes and the bags under his eyes looked as though they held enough baggage for a family of four on a camping trip in the Alps.
An owl swooped into the office and dropped a letter promptly upon Cornelius' head shaking him from his self criticism. He sighed; the letter was from his wife:
Dear Cornelius,
I'm afraid I've been a bit dishonest with you, but I can't be with you anymore. I can't take the lies and the pain and the suffering. I'm taking Allie and we're going to stay with my mother for a while. Please don't write.
-Elizabeth
"Great!" the minister screamed in a disarming fashion as he kicked a leather chair over, "Just great. My wife has taken my daughter and left me. Could this day BE anymore trying?!"
As if in a taunting response to his question a violet paper airplane zoomed through the door and Cornelius groaned.
"What now?" he growled at the airplane, yanking it out of the air.
BY ORDER OF THE WIZENGAMOT
Mister Cornelius Fudge is hereby removed from the office of
Minister of Magic as of 7:37 p.m. on July 30th of the year
1997 and has precisely 30 minutes to voluntarily vacate the
premises. If Mister Fudge refuses to do so he will be removed,
involuntarily and the Wizengamot assures Mister Fudge that he
will not like the second option of removal.
And that, my friends, is what caused Mister Fudge to snap.
_____________________________________________________
Fudge Dragged Kicking and Screaming from Ministry
Yesterday evening the former Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was removed from his office while throwing a temper tantrum by several Aurors, who were not amused. After an inquiry, Wizengamot decided that Fudge was
not currently, or has ever been fit to be the Minister of Magic. This removal from office was brought on by many things such as rumors of Sirius
Black's innocence and the denial of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named return.
Wizengamot has not released their nominations for the next Minister of Magic, who will hopefully be better at his job. The Acting Minister for the moment is none other than Kingsley Shackelbolt. (For details of Mr. Fudge's ties to giant terrorist groups [provided by the former Elizabeth Fudge] see
page 9)
Harry Potter never looked forward to getting The Daily Prophetor for that matter, reading it. It was most of the time filled with utter nonsense about himself or Professor Dumbledore. But when the paper arrived with the most glorious headline Harry had ever seen he silently thanked Hermione for making him continue his subscription to the mendacious newspaper.
Harry rose from his bed, chuckling quietly to himself as he walked over to his desk. He was going to send the article to Siri- then Harry remembered. Sirius was gone. It wouldn't matter if he sent the article to him or not. He would never get it. And it wasn't because 'Behind the Veil' was hardly a proper address; it was that Sirius was dead.
You see, Harry Potter had trouble dealing with the death of his god father as any teenager typically would. Because Harry was a typical teenager, with the typical problems that teenagers face, like friends, and girls, and school, and sports, and his aunt and uncle, and magic, and OWL's, and his dead godfather, and his developing depression, and.oh yeah, that guy who is constantly trying to kill him.
OK, so maybe Harry isn't a typical teenager with typical problems. Harry was a wizard. But he wasn't even a typical teen by wizarding standards. Harry Potter was called by some 'savior of the magical community' and by others 'a crackpot' but whatever you call him Harry Potter was famous. Very famous for something he didn't even remember doing, which is rather ironic considering most everyone else remembers him doing it. Harry defeated Lord Voldemort (which most teenagers don't do) and lived to tell about it (which practically no one does). Harry also did the exact opposite-witness Voldemort return to power. And unlike nearly all typical teenagers Harry watched his godfather, Sirius Black die and this caused him the most pain because he felt as though he caused this tragic event.
But unlike most typical teenagers Harry Potter wasn't glad it was his birthday the day that the paper arrived with lovely news. In fact he wasn't angry about it either. He just didn't care. Harry didn't care about much about anything anymore. He never opened his mail; although his mail didn't consist of much, just letters every three days from an Order member and the occasional message from Ron or Hermione. Everyday was the same monotonous routine. Wake up, shower, make breakfast, clean the house, stay as far away from the Dursleys as possible, make dinner, and clean up after dinner, sleep. Not exactly my idea of fun, and it wasn't Harry's either.
Let's face it. Harry Potter was not doing too good. In fact, Harry was about as good as a mouse in a Chinese buffet that was slowly filling with water, and as we can all assume - that's not good at all. He would have run away from the Dursleys but Harry knew that wouldn't do any good. There was always an Order member keeping watch on him, Harry could feel the magical aura that the wizard (or witch, you can't really tell) emitted into the magically-bleak Muggle street.
Harry stumbled despondently down the stairs to make breakfast for the Dursleys but when he arrived in the spotless kitchen he noticed that his estranged family had already eaten and left Harry to clean up the mess. Apparently, Dudley had to get fitted for his quadruple-X Smeltings uniform and the family had gone to London for the day.
Glad to finely be rid of the wretched people he lived with, Harry decided to go on a walk and get a bit of fresh air. He strolled out of the back door (not bothering to lock it, who cared if the Dursleys got robbed?) and began to aimlessly walk up the street a little nervous about being attacked by an angry Order member. He continued in this seemingly nonchalant manner until a he realized a tabby cat was following him with a stern look on it's face.
Harry frowned and bent down to pet the cat but instead of purring rubbing against Harry's ankles - which most cats do - or singing Danny Boy - which most cats never do - the austere cat bit Harry causing him to jump up and leap away from the cat, who did not look amused. The young wizard had half a mind to kick the cat but decided just to scare it away instead. But as he drew up his foot a mirthful voice said, "I would not advise kicking your Transfiguration teacher, Harry."
DISCLAIMER: Think about it, if I owned Harry Potter would I be writing Fan Fiction?
A/N: So what do you think? Review if you feel like it, or don't, whatever. Flames will be used to make a bonfire that will burn down the computers of those flamers. Also I need a beta reader. Anyone interested? Sorry this isn't formatted, (that's part of why I need a beta reader) but my computer is being rather dumb today
by: mountaineer779
Chapter One: SNAP
Cornelius Fudge was not happy. Far from it. Cornelius Fudge was downright furious. But wouldn't you be if a 15 year old boy proved that you were drastically incorrect about a rather large terrorist threat to the wizarding world? You see, Mr. Fudge was having many problems. For example, the Minister of Magic was currently watching a security team extinguish a fire caused by several hundred Howlers on his several-hundred-Galleon desk.
Unfortunately for dear Cornelius, several-hundred-Galleon mass of charred wood was the least of his worries. Wizengamot was not pleased with his performance as Minister and was currently conducting an inquiry and then there was that tiny problem of Death Eaters running amuck along with everyone's favorite villain. And then there were the rumors about Sirius Black being innocent - it was just too much for the poor guy. Everyone had to admit, he was pretty close to his breaking point.
As he shooed the security team out of his smoke filled office, Cornelius got a glimpse of himself in the mirror hanging on the raspberry colored walls and he had to admit, it was not a pretty picture. His once prim hair was frazzled and his bowler hat was askew. His robes were singed and covered in ashes and the bags under his eyes looked as though they held enough baggage for a family of four on a camping trip in the Alps.
An owl swooped into the office and dropped a letter promptly upon Cornelius' head shaking him from his self criticism. He sighed; the letter was from his wife:
Dear Cornelius,
I'm afraid I've been a bit dishonest with you, but I can't be with you anymore. I can't take the lies and the pain and the suffering. I'm taking Allie and we're going to stay with my mother for a while. Please don't write.
-Elizabeth
"Great!" the minister screamed in a disarming fashion as he kicked a leather chair over, "Just great. My wife has taken my daughter and left me. Could this day BE anymore trying?!"
As if in a taunting response to his question a violet paper airplane zoomed through the door and Cornelius groaned.
"What now?" he growled at the airplane, yanking it out of the air.
BY ORDER OF THE WIZENGAMOT
Mister Cornelius Fudge is hereby removed from the office of
Minister of Magic as of 7:37 p.m. on July 30th of the year
1997 and has precisely 30 minutes to voluntarily vacate the
premises. If Mister Fudge refuses to do so he will be removed,
involuntarily and the Wizengamot assures Mister Fudge that he
will not like the second option of removal.
And that, my friends, is what caused Mister Fudge to snap.
_____________________________________________________
Fudge Dragged Kicking and Screaming from Ministry
Yesterday evening the former Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was removed from his office while throwing a temper tantrum by several Aurors, who were not amused. After an inquiry, Wizengamot decided that Fudge was
not currently, or has ever been fit to be the Minister of Magic. This removal from office was brought on by many things such as rumors of Sirius
Black's innocence and the denial of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named return.
Wizengamot has not released their nominations for the next Minister of Magic, who will hopefully be better at his job. The Acting Minister for the moment is none other than Kingsley Shackelbolt. (For details of Mr. Fudge's ties to giant terrorist groups [provided by the former Elizabeth Fudge] see
page 9)
Harry Potter never looked forward to getting The Daily Prophetor for that matter, reading it. It was most of the time filled with utter nonsense about himself or Professor Dumbledore. But when the paper arrived with the most glorious headline Harry had ever seen he silently thanked Hermione for making him continue his subscription to the mendacious newspaper.
Harry rose from his bed, chuckling quietly to himself as he walked over to his desk. He was going to send the article to Siri- then Harry remembered. Sirius was gone. It wouldn't matter if he sent the article to him or not. He would never get it. And it wasn't because 'Behind the Veil' was hardly a proper address; it was that Sirius was dead.
You see, Harry Potter had trouble dealing with the death of his god father as any teenager typically would. Because Harry was a typical teenager, with the typical problems that teenagers face, like friends, and girls, and school, and sports, and his aunt and uncle, and magic, and OWL's, and his dead godfather, and his developing depression, and.oh yeah, that guy who is constantly trying to kill him.
OK, so maybe Harry isn't a typical teenager with typical problems. Harry was a wizard. But he wasn't even a typical teen by wizarding standards. Harry Potter was called by some 'savior of the magical community' and by others 'a crackpot' but whatever you call him Harry Potter was famous. Very famous for something he didn't even remember doing, which is rather ironic considering most everyone else remembers him doing it. Harry defeated Lord Voldemort (which most teenagers don't do) and lived to tell about it (which practically no one does). Harry also did the exact opposite-witness Voldemort return to power. And unlike nearly all typical teenagers Harry watched his godfather, Sirius Black die and this caused him the most pain because he felt as though he caused this tragic event.
But unlike most typical teenagers Harry Potter wasn't glad it was his birthday the day that the paper arrived with lovely news. In fact he wasn't angry about it either. He just didn't care. Harry didn't care about much about anything anymore. He never opened his mail; although his mail didn't consist of much, just letters every three days from an Order member and the occasional message from Ron or Hermione. Everyday was the same monotonous routine. Wake up, shower, make breakfast, clean the house, stay as far away from the Dursleys as possible, make dinner, and clean up after dinner, sleep. Not exactly my idea of fun, and it wasn't Harry's either.
Let's face it. Harry Potter was not doing too good. In fact, Harry was about as good as a mouse in a Chinese buffet that was slowly filling with water, and as we can all assume - that's not good at all. He would have run away from the Dursleys but Harry knew that wouldn't do any good. There was always an Order member keeping watch on him, Harry could feel the magical aura that the wizard (or witch, you can't really tell) emitted into the magically-bleak Muggle street.
Harry stumbled despondently down the stairs to make breakfast for the Dursleys but when he arrived in the spotless kitchen he noticed that his estranged family had already eaten and left Harry to clean up the mess. Apparently, Dudley had to get fitted for his quadruple-X Smeltings uniform and the family had gone to London for the day.
Glad to finely be rid of the wretched people he lived with, Harry decided to go on a walk and get a bit of fresh air. He strolled out of the back door (not bothering to lock it, who cared if the Dursleys got robbed?) and began to aimlessly walk up the street a little nervous about being attacked by an angry Order member. He continued in this seemingly nonchalant manner until a he realized a tabby cat was following him with a stern look on it's face.
Harry frowned and bent down to pet the cat but instead of purring rubbing against Harry's ankles - which most cats do - or singing Danny Boy - which most cats never do - the austere cat bit Harry causing him to jump up and leap away from the cat, who did not look amused. The young wizard had half a mind to kick the cat but decided just to scare it away instead. But as he drew up his foot a mirthful voice said, "I would not advise kicking your Transfiguration teacher, Harry."
DISCLAIMER: Think about it, if I owned Harry Potter would I be writing Fan Fiction?
A/N: So what do you think? Review if you feel like it, or don't, whatever. Flames will be used to make a bonfire that will burn down the computers of those flamers. Also I need a beta reader. Anyone interested? Sorry this isn't formatted, (that's part of why I need a beta reader) but my computer is being rather dumb today