Harry Potter: Protect the Innocent…The Rest are on Their Own.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter Novels they are J.K.'s
A/N: NO SLASH; PAIRING UNKNOWN, NOT HPLL
ATTENTION: LOOKING FOR BETA READER, IF YOU KNOW ONE THAT'S GOOD WITH THE ROMANTIC ASPECTS OF A STORY PLEASE CONTACT ME.
ITALICS: Thoughts, Books, Newspaper, Letters
Bold: Emphasis, P.O.V. Change
/s/ Words/s: Parseltongue
Harry Potter: Protect the Innocent…The Rest are on Their Own.
Chapter 1
Summer of Thoughts
It was a blazing summer day on Privet Drive. The neighborhood was a buzz with activity, children running through sprinklers, nosy neighbors catching up on the latest gossip, ice-cream men selling over-priced popsicles and sno-cones to the wealthy inhabitants. Overall it looked like a typical suburb, on a typical summer day…except for one person who looked lost in thought.
It was a 15 almost 16 year-old boy. He had messy black hair that looked like an unkempt bush; clothes that looked like were once owned by an orca whale, and wire rimmed glasses that hid a pair of emerald eyes. The interesting thing about him is that wasn't any ordinary teenage boy, this boy had a secret that did not leave his residence of number 4 Privet Drive. He was a wizard.
Not just any wizard he was Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, or more recently known as a crazy attention seeking brat, and now currently known as the Chosen One.
Harry P.O.V.
Harry was sitting at the window thinking as he often did when he wasn't occupied. At the moment he was thinking what seemed to be the mantra for his summer, I could have saved him. In his mind Harry was going over the DoM incident, searching for faults in everything he did that night. I could have used the two-way mirror to talk to Sirus. I could have asked Dobby to go and see if Sirus was in any danger instead of sneaking in Umbitch's room, and get caught by the toad. I could have tried harder to stop my friends from coming and getting hurt. I could have…
Then a brown with purple and orange polka-dots flew in the window with a letter tied to its leg. "Strange," murmured Harry referring to both the owl and the fact he got a letter, especially after last year when Dumbledore stopped all his friends from owling him.
Harry took the letter from the multi-colored bird, which promptly took off into the sky. He opened the letter and read:
Dear Harry,
Hi its me, Luna. I hope you don't mind me owling 'out of the purple' as the muggles say. But if I know anything about you its this; you are definitely not having as good of a time as the Flying Stump-Worms rolling in Snorkack dung. But then again not many people can handle that much fun.
Anyway, I think I know what you're going through. Trust me I know what its like to lose someone close to you suddenly, it reeks more than Daddy's Helio's repellent. But I need to tell you this, stop beating yourself up about it Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes at the line he has heard countless times since DoM.
I know you are probably rolling your eyes right now because you've heard that so much, but its true you need to get over Sirus' death. Trust me I know what could happen if you don't stop blaming yourself. In my first year I couldn't help but think about how my mother's death was my fault and the only thing I could do to escape my grief was reading the Quibbler. That's all I did, and because of it I was labeled 'Loony' Lovegood and became the outcast. See what I mean Harry grief has a way of bringing more pain into your life.
And if you still don't believe me think about what you could be doing if you weren't beating yourself up, you could be studying spells to teach the DA, you could be thinking how to get back at those Death Eaters, hell you could be out there making millions of dollars by writing about the adventures you've already had and pass it off as fiction.
Just please Harry don't let yourself rot away. That isn't what Sirus wants and is exactly what You-Know-Who wants.
I have to go Harry those Snorkacks won't find themselves you know.
Your Friend,
LUNA
At that moment Harry didn't know whether Luna was completely bonkers, or the most clear-minded person he's ever met. But one thing was true Luna was right.
Over the next few weeks Harry and Luna frequently sent letter to each other. Harry learned much about the blonde Ravenclaw, such as, she thought all blue bubble-gum was made with Primple-Puff vomit, her father was once a part of the Department for the regulation and Control of Magical Animals, she has a giant crush on Neville, her mother was an Unspeakable when she died working on a spell called the pro tempore resurrectio, she lived a mile away from the Burrow, she dreamed of becoming a senior editor and chief of the Quibbler after father retired in Saint Petersberg, Florida in the States.
Luna also help Harry get over the loss of Sirus. She also sent him a few Advanced Defense against the Dark Arts, and Auror in Training texts as an early birthday gifts, which Harry finished within a 2 days or so.
By July 16 Harry had already memorized the wand motions, and incantations of all the spells, hexes, and curses in the books Luna had sent him in little over two weeks. Man if I keep this up Hermione is in for a surprise. Harry thought chuckling.
An irritated hoot from Hedwig alerted Harry to a brown barn owl drinking from her water dish. He took the letter tied to it's leg.
Harry
We are moving you to Headquarters at noon tomorrow. Be ready
"About bloody time," Harry said with relief as he began to pack.
"I'm leaving today," Harry said the next morning at breakfast.
Dudley was oblivious to the world as he worked toward his goal of having a heart attack at 25. Aunt Petunia sniffed trying to show she heard with the least possible acknowledge of he nephew. And Uncle Vernon just grunted behind his newspaper.
At noon on the dot, a series of raps at the door signaled the arrival of his ride out of there. Opening the door Harry saw the one person he didn't want to pick him up.
"Snape," Harry ground out through a locked jaw.
"It seems that you have not learned to respect your betters nor to control your temper Potter," Snape sneered back.
"Let's just go."
Snape pulled a fur scarf from his pocket. Portkey. Harry thought as Snape held out the garment.
He felt a familiar pull behind his naval as he was whisked away.
Harry landed with a thud in a grassy clearing surrounded by trees.
As he took in his surroundings he thought, Where's Grimmauld Place?
"Is widdle baby Potty confused?" Came a voice behind Harry.
