Harry Potter and the Goddess of Darkness
By Vivian
~Chapter One~
Meet the Girl
Harry lay awake in his bed. Constant images kept coming back and forth, reminding him of his previous fourth year at Hogwarts. It was almost his birthday, one more day and he would be fifteen. It was shocking, fifteen, fifteen years had passed and Harry had survived everything Voldemort threw at him. Voldemort had failed to kill him for the fourth time.
Hedwig wasn't in her cage, Harry had delivered a letter to Ron hopping he could leave the Drusleys. Dumbeldore had told Harry it would be safer to stay with the Drusleys this summer than if he were to stay with the Weasleys.
The doorbell rang on 4 Privet Drive and Harry came out of his trance wondering who it could be.
He could hear Uncle Vernon's loud thundering voice ring throughout the house. "I'm comin', I'm comin'"
Harry poked his head out of the door and ran quietly towards the stairs to see who it was. Praying it were the Weasleys. However, as soon as Vernon opened the door he met face to face with a man slightly taller than him. The young man had long black hair greased back tied in a tail, his eyes reminded Harry of Sirius. Slightly tired and frightening.
Vernon turned his ugly head towards Harry as if it were his fault, waiting to blame him for a wizard showing up in front of people to pick him up. But to Harry's relief the man was not there for him.
The man spoke with a calm and natural voice. "Hello, is Mrs. Drusley here by any chance?"
Aunt Petunia came out of the kitchen at the sound of her name. She was warring an apron and a spotted black and white dress. She was wiping her hands in the towel she was using to clean her kitchen.
As Petunia approached the door she stopped next to Vernon and stared at the young man. "Can.Can I help you?" Her voice was trembling. The young man looked frightening, strong, and powerful.
He was wearing black leather boots, black leather pants, a tight black shirt, and a long black leather jacket that went all the way down to his ankles. In one hand, he held a helmet, one used when riding a motorcycle and in the other a purse. The young man held out the purse in front of Mrs. Drusley.
"I believe this belongs to you Mrs. Drusley. I found it on the floor in the Barbers market."
Vernon had a mean angry expression on his face as if he weren't going to believe this. But, unfortunately, Petunia remembered she had put her purse down for a moment while walking by Barbers market and must have forgotten to get it.
Petunia grabbed the purse from the young mans grasp and smiled. "Thank you.Oh.look Vernon dear." Petunia held open the purse in Vernon's face almost barring his nose in it.
"Everything is still here. Thank you young man.you are very honest. Could I offer you a cup of coffee?
The young man smiled but reclined. "No, no thank you. I really should be going."
Dudley came near the door and cowered next to his mothers side. Dudley was so huge. Apparently, the diet he was on had failed and even his thin mother couldn't hide him.
Vernon was about to say something rue but was interrupted by the voice of a young girl calling the young man from the motorcycle.
"Rugby! Rugby! Are you done yet?"
Petunia stuck her head out of the door and looked at the young girl sitting on the motorcycle. She didn't look a day over fifteen. She was thin, long black/brown straight hair tumbling down to her waist. Her eyes were black/brown and looked remarkable with her long black eyelashes. Her lips sparkled with every light flashing from the sun. She was wearing a light blue and white checkered summer's dress and a straw hat.
Petunia walked out the door and she found a great liking towards the girl. The young girl jumped off the bike and started to walk towards 4 Privet Drive. Petunia held out a hand and smiled.
"Hello.My name is Petunia Drusely." She pointed to Vernon and then to Dudley. "And this is my husband Vernon Drusely.and my darling Dudley."
The girl smiled, if only Petunia could read minds she would have know the girl did not adapt a liking to the Druselys.
"How do you do?" She gave a curtsy and Petunia went wild. Now Petunia simply admired the girl.
"Oh.what a sweet little girl. Oh, please wont you both come in." The girl smiled, she didn't want to stay her with these people. However, one look at Harry and her thoughts about staying had changed completely.
She looked up to the young man and giggled. "What do you think Rugby?"
The young man glimpsed back at her and on the corner of his eye (although no one took notice) he was looking at Harry. "I don't see why not. If you would like to." Vernon had a disgusted look on his face. He did not like this girl. If she was this young, and hanging around and older man, she surly must have not been brought up right.
Petunia gestured them into the kitchen. "This way please.Dudley dear, please lead them into the kitchen."
Vernon held Petunia back and by what Harry could see Vernon had said something mean that Petunia went into a rage.
"Now listen here Vernon, these people were kind enough to come all this way and bring back my purse with everything in it. I will not have you disrespecting other people."
Vernon's eyes were turning red and he had an ugly dislike running across his face. He stayed at the door staring evilly at harry. Meanwhile, in the kitchen Petunia started a long conversation asking all sorts of questions.
"So.you're both here on vacation, How nice."
Vernon walked into the kitchen upset and did not tolerate another word from Petunia.
"And just how old are you." Vernon looked straight at the young man and folded his arms in disapproval.
The young man smiled at Vernon. "Thirty-six.I'm."
Vernon interrupted him and stormed into his face. "SO! You're with this young girl are you? Taking advantage of you girls? How disgusting!"
Petunias eyes were ready to bust out of their sockets. Still, Vernon went on. "And you.you should know better than to be this young and around men much older than you!"
Petunia was ready to kill Vernon. Vernon apparently wasn't there long enough to know the young girl and the young man were brother and sister.
Vernon turned his head towards the girl and gave a growling noise. "What would your parents have to say about this?"
The young girl was ready to speak but Petunia interrupted her. "Well Vernon, her mother and father would probably say that if she ever planed on dating her own brother, she might as well go kissing her cousins as well!"
Vernon turned to Petunia shocked, mouth dropped. The young girl giggled and spoke to brake angry silence between Vernon and Petunia.
"Mrs. Drusley.."
Petunia took her angry glare off Vernon and turned toward the young girl. "Yes dear?"
"May I ask you where the restroom is?"
Petunia got up, held out a hand for the young girl, led her out of the kitchen, and turned to Vernon. "Don't you dare do that again!"
Petunia led her to the stairs. "Up the stairs and to your right dear."
"Thank you."
Harry ran towards his room still watching the girl through the ajar door. As she grew nearer, he closed the door so she wouldn't see him. Harry leaned against the door and waited for her to go into the bathroom. However, did not hear the bath room door open nor shut, instead a gentle tap on his door. Harry opened the door and his eyes met with the young girl's. Harry's mouth dropped open how did she know he was in there.
Harry spoke maybe she thought this was the bathroom. "Sorry, you wanted the bathroom.to the left."
The young girl smiled. "May I come in?" Her voice was now a whisper.
Harry was shocked. She, she wants to come in! Voices in his head were running wild. No way, you heard her wrong! Just show her where the bathroom is. Harry spoke again.
"I.I'm sorry. What did you say?"
The girls eyes now met with Harry's. He couldn't help it. She was beautiful. His mind broke out again a voice deep inside his head.
Well if you ask me, she's much prettier than Cho Chang.
Harry's eyes flickered. What was his mind thinking? Prettier than Cho!
"May I come in?" She asked again.
Harry hesitated at first then opened the door to let her in. She walked in and as she passed by Harry, he thought aloud.
"I guess she is prettier than Cho." The girl gently turned her head towards Harry.
"I'm sorry .what?"
"I.uh.noth.nothing." Harry tried not to look at her. He was afraid he might say something else stupid.
The girl giggled. "You're a bit strange."
Harry quickly shut the door so the Druselys wouldn't be able to see she was in his room.
"Can I help you with something?"
"Oh.I'm sorry. Hi. My name is Sakura and you are." She held out her hand and Harry shook it.
"Ha.Harry.Harry Potter." Harry was trying not to look into her eyes. He was still afraid his mind would brake out again.
"Oh.nice name. Why aren't you with your Aunt and Uncle downstairs?" She looked at Harry with a questionable look.
"I don't reckon they want me down there in the first pla. Hey wait a minute. How did you know they were my Aunt and Uncle?" Harry quickly turned to her but she had turned and was walking towards his wand.
"Hey! What's this?" She picked up the wand and started to look at it vigorously.
Harry panicked and grabbed the wan form her. "Nothing.just an old stick. "
"Oh.." She looked at Harry with great suspicion. Before she could say anything her brother called her form he foot of the stairs.
"Sakura.time to go."
"I have to go now. It was nice meeting you.uh."
"Harry."
"Harry.right. Hope I can see you again sometime. Bye." She walked out the door. Harry saw a light flash, the front door shut, and the sound of a motorcycle zooming away.
Author's note: Please note that these are not my characters. Except Sakura and Rugby. All other characters belong to J.K. Rowling. The story I made up, but the characters are created by J.K. Rowling and I want to acknowledge that I did not create them. Hope you liked this chapter. I really hope I get many reviews as well. I haven't done this before so I hope you like it. If you like it, I'll post the second story. Let me know what you think.
Next Chapter: Thunder Struck
~Chapter One~
Meet the Girl
Harry lay awake in his bed. Constant images kept coming back and forth, reminding him of his previous fourth year at Hogwarts. It was almost his birthday, one more day and he would be fifteen. It was shocking, fifteen, fifteen years had passed and Harry had survived everything Voldemort threw at him. Voldemort had failed to kill him for the fourth time.
Hedwig wasn't in her cage, Harry had delivered a letter to Ron hopping he could leave the Drusleys. Dumbeldore had told Harry it would be safer to stay with the Drusleys this summer than if he were to stay with the Weasleys.
The doorbell rang on 4 Privet Drive and Harry came out of his trance wondering who it could be.
He could hear Uncle Vernon's loud thundering voice ring throughout the house. "I'm comin', I'm comin'"
Harry poked his head out of the door and ran quietly towards the stairs to see who it was. Praying it were the Weasleys. However, as soon as Vernon opened the door he met face to face with a man slightly taller than him. The young man had long black hair greased back tied in a tail, his eyes reminded Harry of Sirius. Slightly tired and frightening.
Vernon turned his ugly head towards Harry as if it were his fault, waiting to blame him for a wizard showing up in front of people to pick him up. But to Harry's relief the man was not there for him.
The man spoke with a calm and natural voice. "Hello, is Mrs. Drusley here by any chance?"
Aunt Petunia came out of the kitchen at the sound of her name. She was warring an apron and a spotted black and white dress. She was wiping her hands in the towel she was using to clean her kitchen.
As Petunia approached the door she stopped next to Vernon and stared at the young man. "Can.Can I help you?" Her voice was trembling. The young man looked frightening, strong, and powerful.
He was wearing black leather boots, black leather pants, a tight black shirt, and a long black leather jacket that went all the way down to his ankles. In one hand, he held a helmet, one used when riding a motorcycle and in the other a purse. The young man held out the purse in front of Mrs. Drusley.
"I believe this belongs to you Mrs. Drusley. I found it on the floor in the Barbers market."
Vernon had a mean angry expression on his face as if he weren't going to believe this. But, unfortunately, Petunia remembered she had put her purse down for a moment while walking by Barbers market and must have forgotten to get it.
Petunia grabbed the purse from the young mans grasp and smiled. "Thank you.Oh.look Vernon dear." Petunia held open the purse in Vernon's face almost barring his nose in it.
"Everything is still here. Thank you young man.you are very honest. Could I offer you a cup of coffee?
The young man smiled but reclined. "No, no thank you. I really should be going."
Dudley came near the door and cowered next to his mothers side. Dudley was so huge. Apparently, the diet he was on had failed and even his thin mother couldn't hide him.
Vernon was about to say something rue but was interrupted by the voice of a young girl calling the young man from the motorcycle.
"Rugby! Rugby! Are you done yet?"
Petunia stuck her head out of the door and looked at the young girl sitting on the motorcycle. She didn't look a day over fifteen. She was thin, long black/brown straight hair tumbling down to her waist. Her eyes were black/brown and looked remarkable with her long black eyelashes. Her lips sparkled with every light flashing from the sun. She was wearing a light blue and white checkered summer's dress and a straw hat.
Petunia walked out the door and she found a great liking towards the girl. The young girl jumped off the bike and started to walk towards 4 Privet Drive. Petunia held out a hand and smiled.
"Hello.My name is Petunia Drusely." She pointed to Vernon and then to Dudley. "And this is my husband Vernon Drusely.and my darling Dudley."
The girl smiled, if only Petunia could read minds she would have know the girl did not adapt a liking to the Druselys.
"How do you do?" She gave a curtsy and Petunia went wild. Now Petunia simply admired the girl.
"Oh.what a sweet little girl. Oh, please wont you both come in." The girl smiled, she didn't want to stay her with these people. However, one look at Harry and her thoughts about staying had changed completely.
She looked up to the young man and giggled. "What do you think Rugby?"
The young man glimpsed back at her and on the corner of his eye (although no one took notice) he was looking at Harry. "I don't see why not. If you would like to." Vernon had a disgusted look on his face. He did not like this girl. If she was this young, and hanging around and older man, she surly must have not been brought up right.
Petunia gestured them into the kitchen. "This way please.Dudley dear, please lead them into the kitchen."
Vernon held Petunia back and by what Harry could see Vernon had said something mean that Petunia went into a rage.
"Now listen here Vernon, these people were kind enough to come all this way and bring back my purse with everything in it. I will not have you disrespecting other people."
Vernon's eyes were turning red and he had an ugly dislike running across his face. He stayed at the door staring evilly at harry. Meanwhile, in the kitchen Petunia started a long conversation asking all sorts of questions.
"So.you're both here on vacation, How nice."
Vernon walked into the kitchen upset and did not tolerate another word from Petunia.
"And just how old are you." Vernon looked straight at the young man and folded his arms in disapproval.
The young man smiled at Vernon. "Thirty-six.I'm."
Vernon interrupted him and stormed into his face. "SO! You're with this young girl are you? Taking advantage of you girls? How disgusting!"
Petunias eyes were ready to bust out of their sockets. Still, Vernon went on. "And you.you should know better than to be this young and around men much older than you!"
Petunia was ready to kill Vernon. Vernon apparently wasn't there long enough to know the young girl and the young man were brother and sister.
Vernon turned his head towards the girl and gave a growling noise. "What would your parents have to say about this?"
The young girl was ready to speak but Petunia interrupted her. "Well Vernon, her mother and father would probably say that if she ever planed on dating her own brother, she might as well go kissing her cousins as well!"
Vernon turned to Petunia shocked, mouth dropped. The young girl giggled and spoke to brake angry silence between Vernon and Petunia.
"Mrs. Drusley.."
Petunia took her angry glare off Vernon and turned toward the young girl. "Yes dear?"
"May I ask you where the restroom is?"
Petunia got up, held out a hand for the young girl, led her out of the kitchen, and turned to Vernon. "Don't you dare do that again!"
Petunia led her to the stairs. "Up the stairs and to your right dear."
"Thank you."
Harry ran towards his room still watching the girl through the ajar door. As she grew nearer, he closed the door so she wouldn't see him. Harry leaned against the door and waited for her to go into the bathroom. However, did not hear the bath room door open nor shut, instead a gentle tap on his door. Harry opened the door and his eyes met with the young girl's. Harry's mouth dropped open how did she know he was in there.
Harry spoke maybe she thought this was the bathroom. "Sorry, you wanted the bathroom.to the left."
The young girl smiled. "May I come in?" Her voice was now a whisper.
Harry was shocked. She, she wants to come in! Voices in his head were running wild. No way, you heard her wrong! Just show her where the bathroom is. Harry spoke again.
"I.I'm sorry. What did you say?"
The girls eyes now met with Harry's. He couldn't help it. She was beautiful. His mind broke out again a voice deep inside his head.
Well if you ask me, she's much prettier than Cho Chang.
Harry's eyes flickered. What was his mind thinking? Prettier than Cho!
"May I come in?" She asked again.
Harry hesitated at first then opened the door to let her in. She walked in and as she passed by Harry, he thought aloud.
"I guess she is prettier than Cho." The girl gently turned her head towards Harry.
"I'm sorry .what?"
"I.uh.noth.nothing." Harry tried not to look at her. He was afraid he might say something else stupid.
The girl giggled. "You're a bit strange."
Harry quickly shut the door so the Druselys wouldn't be able to see she was in his room.
"Can I help you with something?"
"Oh.I'm sorry. Hi. My name is Sakura and you are." She held out her hand and Harry shook it.
"Ha.Harry.Harry Potter." Harry was trying not to look into her eyes. He was still afraid his mind would brake out again.
"Oh.nice name. Why aren't you with your Aunt and Uncle downstairs?" She looked at Harry with a questionable look.
"I don't reckon they want me down there in the first pla. Hey wait a minute. How did you know they were my Aunt and Uncle?" Harry quickly turned to her but she had turned and was walking towards his wand.
"Hey! What's this?" She picked up the wand and started to look at it vigorously.
Harry panicked and grabbed the wan form her. "Nothing.just an old stick. "
"Oh.." She looked at Harry with great suspicion. Before she could say anything her brother called her form he foot of the stairs.
"Sakura.time to go."
"I have to go now. It was nice meeting you.uh."
"Harry."
"Harry.right. Hope I can see you again sometime. Bye." She walked out the door. Harry saw a light flash, the front door shut, and the sound of a motorcycle zooming away.
Author's note: Please note that these are not my characters. Except Sakura and Rugby. All other characters belong to J.K. Rowling. The story I made up, but the characters are created by J.K. Rowling and I want to acknowledge that I did not create them. Hope you liked this chapter. I really hope I get many reviews as well. I haven't done this before so I hope you like it. If you like it, I'll post the second story. Let me know what you think.
Next Chapter: Thunder Struck