I'm trying this again. I read the fifth book and I'm going to try to write
this in sort of the style that JKR uses; as in: beginning in the middle of
summer somewhere and going through an entire year. Though I can't ensure
I'll stick to that. I also can't even lead you to believe for a moment that
I'll be anywhere as creative as her. But I make up for it in slashy
goodness. HARRY-DRACO SLASH, YOU ARE WARNED. But not for some time. You all
must be patient.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was. Never will be. Some characters later on will be though. And the plot.
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Blackness and pain. It was night. A pale figure stood over him. He was standing and watching. Shadow covered his face but his arm has the mark of death eaters. Burning red. He was close. He-who-must-not-be-named was drawing closer. Harry couldn't move... He was going to die. But more importantly, Voldemort would live and without the boy-who-lived, nothing stood between him and his life's goal. Total control. Soon, the pale figure above him grinned and stepped aside. Two eyes floating in the darkness replaced him. Two red eyes, tilted and narrow. Voldemort's eyes. The stars behind him were blocked out in a definite form and Harry felt as if he was looking into shadow, as if Voldemort were made of shadow and the only thing defining him was the absence of hopeless stars behind him.
Harry awoke in the early hours of morning in his bed at the Dursley's. Hedwig was peering at him concernedly from her cage. When she saw he was awake, she gave a questioning hoot. Harry sat up and put his glasses on. He smiled at Hedwig and felt grateful for her concern. He cracked his knuckles and all at once, the dream rushed back to him. He had been having dreams like this since the beginning of summer. Each time they got further and further. The first dream had only been a glimpse of the pale face. The second had been a moment or two of waiting. This was the third one and he was growing to dread falling asleep. It was four months in to their vacation and he hadn't had to owl Mad-Eye, Tonks, or any other of the members of the Order. The Dursleys were being descent.
But they were still unpleasant and that was why today he was going to go to Ron's house and spend the rest of the summer with his favorite family. Arthur was going to come by floo powder around noon and pick him up. He had been sure to open the grate so as not to have a repeat of the last time they had tried that. Also, it would only be Arthur coming, so even if the grate hadn't been open, there would be no serious damage done.
Harry's nerves were on edge and he doubted he would ever get back to sleep so he decided to finish up his Transfiguration essay. He only needed another paragraph and all of his summer homework would be finished.
McGonagall had really piled the homework on, as this was the year they began human transformations. Harry got to writing his conclusive paragraph.
By the time he had finished and read over the rest of the essay, correcting any mistakes it was time to get up and get ready. He had been packed since the previous evening, his trunks sitting on the floor at the foot of Hedwig's cage. Now all he had to do was wait...
When noon arrived, Harry was sitting on the couch listening absently to the noises of cartoons from the kitchen. The Dursley's had gone in there to have lunch, and inconspicuously locked the doors. Harry stared at the fireplace and tried to will the green flames to appear. They didn't, but that didn't stop him from trying. At five after, Harry was on edge. His anticipation was leaking adrenaline into his system, making his foot tap at about 350 bpm and his hands were shaking.
When the green flames flared up in the fireplace Harry almost leapt out of his skin. Instead he leapt up from sitting to about a foot in the air. He came back down with a thud, startling Hedwig.
"Sorry, Harry. Did I startle you?" Arthur said.
But already Harry was grinning and walking toward him with Hedwig's cage in one hand, his trunk in the other, and his broomstick under his arm.
But it seemed Arthur didn't want to leave right away. He began inspecting the clock on the mantle and quickly moved on to the executive toy on the coffee table. He pulled one ball back and released it, staring wide-eyed as the balls on the end each swung back in turn. Harry couldn't help grinning. Arthur was fascinated by muggle inventions.
"What's this thing for, Harry?" Arthur asked.
"It's an executive toy. It's just basically for staring at when you're bored, I guess." Harry shrugged. "Shouldn't we get going?"
"Yes. Yes, of course" Arthur said, tearing his eyes away from the silver contraption. He pulled a zip-lock baggy out of his pocket filled with what looked like soot.
"Harry, have you seen these? They're amazing! You just pull the little plastic thing to the left and it opens. No magic at all. Muggles use them all the time." Arthur was grinning and holding the zip-lock bag up for Harry to see.
Harry just chuckled and took his handful of floo powder. He tossed it into the fireplace and tried to keep his elbows in as he was sent hurtling toward the Weasley's fireplace. When he stepped out he was immediately swept up in a hug from Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh, it's so good to see you Harry," she said smiling. Arthur stepped out of the fireplace a moment later and sat down on a chair over some papers he'd obviously been working on just before he got Harry.
"Harry!" an excited Ron called. He'd been standing at the doorway with Hermione who was smiling and holding Crookshanks.
Harry smiled and ran over to them, enclosing them both in a hug. (Crookshanks, who wasn't too happy about this, leapt down).
crack
Fred and George had suddenly appeared in the room with a crack. (A/N: is it just me, or did Fred and George get HOT in the third movie?!?! Heheh. Not that they weren't before...)
"Harry!" Fred called excitedly. "Didn't wanna miss welcoming you back!"
"Did you have a good summer so far?" George chimed in.
Harry nodded. "How's the business going?"
"Excellent," they both replied in unison.
Harry glanced at the clock. To his surprise it had changed since last time he saw it. There was several new locations around the edge, one of which was the Dursley's. More importantly it had a new hand labeled 'Harry'. Harry looked at Mrs. Weasley who smiled and said, "I thought it proper to put you on the clock, seeing as how you're practically one of the family. Also, I found myself worrying about you far too often and I feel better with that up."
When Harry didn't respond she said, "If you'd rather, I'll take it off."
"No," Harry said quickly. "I like it." He was afraid to say more. This gesture meant more than he could ever say, and if he spoke, his voice could very well break with his emotions.
"So," said Ron, "I guess this is welcome home, Harry."
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...In the third movie, Harry is using the Lumos charm in the beginning to read. Doesn't that qualify as magic? Won't he get expelled?
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was. Never will be. Some characters later on will be though. And the plot.
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Blackness and pain. It was night. A pale figure stood over him. He was standing and watching. Shadow covered his face but his arm has the mark of death eaters. Burning red. He was close. He-who-must-not-be-named was drawing closer. Harry couldn't move... He was going to die. But more importantly, Voldemort would live and without the boy-who-lived, nothing stood between him and his life's goal. Total control. Soon, the pale figure above him grinned and stepped aside. Two eyes floating in the darkness replaced him. Two red eyes, tilted and narrow. Voldemort's eyes. The stars behind him were blocked out in a definite form and Harry felt as if he was looking into shadow, as if Voldemort were made of shadow and the only thing defining him was the absence of hopeless stars behind him.
Harry awoke in the early hours of morning in his bed at the Dursley's. Hedwig was peering at him concernedly from her cage. When she saw he was awake, she gave a questioning hoot. Harry sat up and put his glasses on. He smiled at Hedwig and felt grateful for her concern. He cracked his knuckles and all at once, the dream rushed back to him. He had been having dreams like this since the beginning of summer. Each time they got further and further. The first dream had only been a glimpse of the pale face. The second had been a moment or two of waiting. This was the third one and he was growing to dread falling asleep. It was four months in to their vacation and he hadn't had to owl Mad-Eye, Tonks, or any other of the members of the Order. The Dursleys were being descent.
But they were still unpleasant and that was why today he was going to go to Ron's house and spend the rest of the summer with his favorite family. Arthur was going to come by floo powder around noon and pick him up. He had been sure to open the grate so as not to have a repeat of the last time they had tried that. Also, it would only be Arthur coming, so even if the grate hadn't been open, there would be no serious damage done.
Harry's nerves were on edge and he doubted he would ever get back to sleep so he decided to finish up his Transfiguration essay. He only needed another paragraph and all of his summer homework would be finished.
McGonagall had really piled the homework on, as this was the year they began human transformations. Harry got to writing his conclusive paragraph.
By the time he had finished and read over the rest of the essay, correcting any mistakes it was time to get up and get ready. He had been packed since the previous evening, his trunks sitting on the floor at the foot of Hedwig's cage. Now all he had to do was wait...
When noon arrived, Harry was sitting on the couch listening absently to the noises of cartoons from the kitchen. The Dursley's had gone in there to have lunch, and inconspicuously locked the doors. Harry stared at the fireplace and tried to will the green flames to appear. They didn't, but that didn't stop him from trying. At five after, Harry was on edge. His anticipation was leaking adrenaline into his system, making his foot tap at about 350 bpm and his hands were shaking.
When the green flames flared up in the fireplace Harry almost leapt out of his skin. Instead he leapt up from sitting to about a foot in the air. He came back down with a thud, startling Hedwig.
"Sorry, Harry. Did I startle you?" Arthur said.
But already Harry was grinning and walking toward him with Hedwig's cage in one hand, his trunk in the other, and his broomstick under his arm.
But it seemed Arthur didn't want to leave right away. He began inspecting the clock on the mantle and quickly moved on to the executive toy on the coffee table. He pulled one ball back and released it, staring wide-eyed as the balls on the end each swung back in turn. Harry couldn't help grinning. Arthur was fascinated by muggle inventions.
"What's this thing for, Harry?" Arthur asked.
"It's an executive toy. It's just basically for staring at when you're bored, I guess." Harry shrugged. "Shouldn't we get going?"
"Yes. Yes, of course" Arthur said, tearing his eyes away from the silver contraption. He pulled a zip-lock baggy out of his pocket filled with what looked like soot.
"Harry, have you seen these? They're amazing! You just pull the little plastic thing to the left and it opens. No magic at all. Muggles use them all the time." Arthur was grinning and holding the zip-lock bag up for Harry to see.
Harry just chuckled and took his handful of floo powder. He tossed it into the fireplace and tried to keep his elbows in as he was sent hurtling toward the Weasley's fireplace. When he stepped out he was immediately swept up in a hug from Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh, it's so good to see you Harry," she said smiling. Arthur stepped out of the fireplace a moment later and sat down on a chair over some papers he'd obviously been working on just before he got Harry.
"Harry!" an excited Ron called. He'd been standing at the doorway with Hermione who was smiling and holding Crookshanks.
Harry smiled and ran over to them, enclosing them both in a hug. (Crookshanks, who wasn't too happy about this, leapt down).
crack
Fred and George had suddenly appeared in the room with a crack. (A/N: is it just me, or did Fred and George get HOT in the third movie?!?! Heheh. Not that they weren't before...)
"Harry!" Fred called excitedly. "Didn't wanna miss welcoming you back!"
"Did you have a good summer so far?" George chimed in.
Harry nodded. "How's the business going?"
"Excellent," they both replied in unison.
Harry glanced at the clock. To his surprise it had changed since last time he saw it. There was several new locations around the edge, one of which was the Dursley's. More importantly it had a new hand labeled 'Harry'. Harry looked at Mrs. Weasley who smiled and said, "I thought it proper to put you on the clock, seeing as how you're practically one of the family. Also, I found myself worrying about you far too often and I feel better with that up."
When Harry didn't respond she said, "If you'd rather, I'll take it off."
"No," Harry said quickly. "I like it." He was afraid to say more. This gesture meant more than he could ever say, and if he spoke, his voice could very well break with his emotions.
"So," said Ron, "I guess this is welcome home, Harry."
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...In the third movie, Harry is using the Lumos charm in the beginning to read. Doesn't that qualify as magic? Won't he get expelled?