Harry Potter and the Sword of Destiny
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Chapter One
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Harry Potter wasn't a normal teenager; in fact he was near the opposite. Other than the obvious...well not so obvious. Harry potter was a wizard, and near thumpin' good un' in fact. Another abnormality was he didn't have any friends...well at least at the Durslys he didn't have any friends.
Every summer Harry was forced to spend the time with his 'relatives' if that's what you want to call them. Before Harry was even two years old his parents had been murdered. Murdered for the simple reason of Harry being their child. They had been murdered by the most powerful evil wizard of the time. Lord Voldemort. He was the epitome of evil; most grown wizards won't even say the name.
After Voldemort had killed Harry's parents, he turned to him, a one year old child. The child from the prophecy, the one child that could bring his evil reign to an end. He turned to Harry and attempted another murder. But in the moment when the curse hit little Harry's forehead, it rebounded, turning back on the wizard who cast it. Voldemort was destroyed by this simple baby...almost.
Voldemort fled from the Potters home in a terrible state, weakened by the failed curse. The Dark Lord was reduced to a mere shadow of his former self. A simple spirit only capable of possessing others, for use of their body's.
Four times he had attempted to come back and kill Harry, and four times he had failed. Failed in killing Harry that is, in his fourth year Voldemort had regained his body, but Harry had still managed to slip through his spider-like fingers.
At the end of Harry's fifth year, he had learned of a prophecy that could bring down Voldemort. Harry lived or Voldemort lived, they were both powerful and they couldn't co-exist. Harry had been doing some digging over the past two years, and maybe some of the things he found could really bring Voldemort down, maybe.
During the summer Harry was miserable with his Aunt and Uncle, doing chores and being treated like dirt. Constantly beaten up by his pig like cousin. He was sick of it, he hated the Durslys for everything they were worth.
The past two summers had been different though. At the end of his fifth year some of Harry's friends had a little heart to heart talk about Harry's summer life. The past two years Harry had been living fairly well during the summer. In fact he had had so much free time that he worked out regularly at the gym near Privet drive.
Harry's emerald green eyes shot open at 11:55 just as they did every year at his birthday. Today wasn't like his other birthdays; no this was his seventeenth birthday. This birthday was much much more special than all the others. In approximately four minutes Harry would be considered an adult in his world, able to perform magic at will. No more crummy letters from the improper use of magic office, he had had enough of them to last a life time. Wait till the Durslys get a load of that!
"5-4-3-2-1" Harry slowly counted to himself.
Harry was now able to do magic, and he decided he needed to start now. The first bit of adult magic Harry preformed was he transfigured his pillow into a birthday cake. As he ate his birthday cake he hummed himself a birthday song.
Then as if on cue four large Owls landed on his window sill. Harry's birthday cards and presents had arrived as they had every year. Harry decided to open the first owl.
Dear Harry,
Happy birthday mate, now you can finally get those relatives back. I really hope you like your present. I wish that you could come over this summer but were going to Romania to celebrate; my dad was promoted to Minister of Magic. It turned out that Fudge had been holding dad back because of his love of muggles, but when Fudge was murdered dad finally got the promotion he deserved. Can't wait to see you on September First.
Ron
Harry was surprised by the fact that Mr. Weasley was promoted, but not by the fact that Fudge was dead. Harry had heard about that weeks ago in the Daily prophet. Harry was very happy that the Weasley family could finally get the money they deserved.
Ron's gift turned out to be a pair of the latest, Seeker Sneakers. Ultra aerodynamic for fast flying, defiantly proof of his father's promotion. The next owl was his godfather.
Dear Harry,
How are you? Happy birthday! Finally seventeen, an adult. I'm sure Ron told you about Mr. Weasley, or should I say Minister Weasley. Now we have someone on our side in a high position in the ministry. Has your scar been bothering you lately? If it has you know what to do. I have quite a large surprise for you, I want you to live with me next summer. As long as you don't mind my...Illness. Well Owl me back with the answer.
Your godfather
This letter excited Harry very much, but not as much as it would once had. Harry true godfather had died at the end of his fifth year. So after that Harry had chosen another of his fathers good friends as his godfather. Remus Lupin. Uncle Remus' illness was his monthly transformations. He couldn't wait to talk to him again, but he didn't know when that would be. He opened his next letter, this was just his normal Hogwarts letter. Nothing different from the other seven he had gotten in the past. Or was there.
Dear Mr. Potter
Your Seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, will begin on September First. The train will leave at approximately 11:00am on that morning. We await you arrival.
Enclosed is your Head Boy badge, Please wear this at all times. There will be a meeting after the Feast in the Headmasters office for you and the Head Girl Hermione Granger. Congratulations.
Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall.
Sure enough a shiny badge was sitting on the top of the letter. The H B letters seemed to shine at him mockingly. Why was he head boy? He broke more rules than anyone else in the school. The fact that Hermione had made Head Girl didn't surprise him in the slightest though. Harry was happy about being Head Boy none the less.
Harry was also very happy that he and Hermione could do something together. Over the summer of his sixth year Harry had come to realize that something very wonderful and perfect was sitting right under his nose. Hermione. At first he tried to ignore the strange feelings, she was his best friend. He was scared that it would ruin the trio's friendship. So he never acted on these feelings, but instead of going away they just got stronger and stronger. Now every time he heard or thought about Hermione he missed her terribly. Harry decided to open his last owl.
Dear Harry,
Happy birthday! How are the muggles treating you? From what you said last year they seemed to have lightened up. I hope that you are having a very good birthday so far. I'm SO excited about being Head Girl; it's been my dream since I started. I can't believe that you got Head Boy, that's so great! I wonder what that meeting with Dumbledore is going to be? And Minister Weasley that's so great Ron can finally have everything that he deserved. Too bad about him going to Romania though. I was wondering, since we can't go to the Burrow why don't you come to my house for the remainder of the summer? Then we could meet with Ron at Diagon Alley. Ask your aunt and uncle, if they say yes then I will pick you up at 5:30 on Friday. If they say no, I will still pick you up at 5:30 on Friday. See you then.
P.S. I'll give you your birthday present at my house.
Love from Hermione.
All the other letters were very exciting to Harry, but this one was the best! Harry had to control himself from hooting with joy. He didn't think that asking his Aunt and Uncle would be too much of a problem. Harry got up and started to walk over to his trunk, he passed his mirror on the way over the reflection he saw was very different. He was tall maybe close to 6'. His hair had finally changed from its normally messy fashion. Over the summer he had decided to get it cut short, and spike it up. He now had a very muscular body, all the trips to the gym really helped. He looked up at his eyes, still emerald green like they always had been.
After Harry's fifth year he had decided that if he didn't lighten up that no one would want to be around him, and right now he needed his friends more than ever. So what Harry decided to do was to try to forget the past and concentrate on the future, it was difficult but he managed to do it. He rarely thought of what happened at the end of his fourth or fifth years, they brought back so much pain.
Harry was overall very happy with his birthday presents, but he couldn't help but be very excited with the idea of going to Hermione's. He decided he needed to rest up so he plopped down on his bed and fell asleep with his glasses on.
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Chapter One
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Harry Potter wasn't a normal teenager; in fact he was near the opposite. Other than the obvious...well not so obvious. Harry potter was a wizard, and near thumpin' good un' in fact. Another abnormality was he didn't have any friends...well at least at the Durslys he didn't have any friends.
Every summer Harry was forced to spend the time with his 'relatives' if that's what you want to call them. Before Harry was even two years old his parents had been murdered. Murdered for the simple reason of Harry being their child. They had been murdered by the most powerful evil wizard of the time. Lord Voldemort. He was the epitome of evil; most grown wizards won't even say the name.
After Voldemort had killed Harry's parents, he turned to him, a one year old child. The child from the prophecy, the one child that could bring his evil reign to an end. He turned to Harry and attempted another murder. But in the moment when the curse hit little Harry's forehead, it rebounded, turning back on the wizard who cast it. Voldemort was destroyed by this simple baby...almost.
Voldemort fled from the Potters home in a terrible state, weakened by the failed curse. The Dark Lord was reduced to a mere shadow of his former self. A simple spirit only capable of possessing others, for use of their body's.
Four times he had attempted to come back and kill Harry, and four times he had failed. Failed in killing Harry that is, in his fourth year Voldemort had regained his body, but Harry had still managed to slip through his spider-like fingers.
At the end of Harry's fifth year, he had learned of a prophecy that could bring down Voldemort. Harry lived or Voldemort lived, they were both powerful and they couldn't co-exist. Harry had been doing some digging over the past two years, and maybe some of the things he found could really bring Voldemort down, maybe.
During the summer Harry was miserable with his Aunt and Uncle, doing chores and being treated like dirt. Constantly beaten up by his pig like cousin. He was sick of it, he hated the Durslys for everything they were worth.
The past two summers had been different though. At the end of his fifth year some of Harry's friends had a little heart to heart talk about Harry's summer life. The past two years Harry had been living fairly well during the summer. In fact he had had so much free time that he worked out regularly at the gym near Privet drive.
Harry's emerald green eyes shot open at 11:55 just as they did every year at his birthday. Today wasn't like his other birthdays; no this was his seventeenth birthday. This birthday was much much more special than all the others. In approximately four minutes Harry would be considered an adult in his world, able to perform magic at will. No more crummy letters from the improper use of magic office, he had had enough of them to last a life time. Wait till the Durslys get a load of that!
"5-4-3-2-1" Harry slowly counted to himself.
Harry was now able to do magic, and he decided he needed to start now. The first bit of adult magic Harry preformed was he transfigured his pillow into a birthday cake. As he ate his birthday cake he hummed himself a birthday song.
Then as if on cue four large Owls landed on his window sill. Harry's birthday cards and presents had arrived as they had every year. Harry decided to open the first owl.
Dear Harry,
Happy birthday mate, now you can finally get those relatives back. I really hope you like your present. I wish that you could come over this summer but were going to Romania to celebrate; my dad was promoted to Minister of Magic. It turned out that Fudge had been holding dad back because of his love of muggles, but when Fudge was murdered dad finally got the promotion he deserved. Can't wait to see you on September First.
Ron
Harry was surprised by the fact that Mr. Weasley was promoted, but not by the fact that Fudge was dead. Harry had heard about that weeks ago in the Daily prophet. Harry was very happy that the Weasley family could finally get the money they deserved.
Ron's gift turned out to be a pair of the latest, Seeker Sneakers. Ultra aerodynamic for fast flying, defiantly proof of his father's promotion. The next owl was his godfather.
Dear Harry,
How are you? Happy birthday! Finally seventeen, an adult. I'm sure Ron told you about Mr. Weasley, or should I say Minister Weasley. Now we have someone on our side in a high position in the ministry. Has your scar been bothering you lately? If it has you know what to do. I have quite a large surprise for you, I want you to live with me next summer. As long as you don't mind my...Illness. Well Owl me back with the answer.
Your godfather
This letter excited Harry very much, but not as much as it would once had. Harry true godfather had died at the end of his fifth year. So after that Harry had chosen another of his fathers good friends as his godfather. Remus Lupin. Uncle Remus' illness was his monthly transformations. He couldn't wait to talk to him again, but he didn't know when that would be. He opened his next letter, this was just his normal Hogwarts letter. Nothing different from the other seven he had gotten in the past. Or was there.
Dear Mr. Potter
Your Seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, will begin on September First. The train will leave at approximately 11:00am on that morning. We await you arrival.
Enclosed is your Head Boy badge, Please wear this at all times. There will be a meeting after the Feast in the Headmasters office for you and the Head Girl Hermione Granger. Congratulations.
Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall.
Sure enough a shiny badge was sitting on the top of the letter. The H B letters seemed to shine at him mockingly. Why was he head boy? He broke more rules than anyone else in the school. The fact that Hermione had made Head Girl didn't surprise him in the slightest though. Harry was happy about being Head Boy none the less.
Harry was also very happy that he and Hermione could do something together. Over the summer of his sixth year Harry had come to realize that something very wonderful and perfect was sitting right under his nose. Hermione. At first he tried to ignore the strange feelings, she was his best friend. He was scared that it would ruin the trio's friendship. So he never acted on these feelings, but instead of going away they just got stronger and stronger. Now every time he heard or thought about Hermione he missed her terribly. Harry decided to open his last owl.
Dear Harry,
Happy birthday! How are the muggles treating you? From what you said last year they seemed to have lightened up. I hope that you are having a very good birthday so far. I'm SO excited about being Head Girl; it's been my dream since I started. I can't believe that you got Head Boy, that's so great! I wonder what that meeting with Dumbledore is going to be? And Minister Weasley that's so great Ron can finally have everything that he deserved. Too bad about him going to Romania though. I was wondering, since we can't go to the Burrow why don't you come to my house for the remainder of the summer? Then we could meet with Ron at Diagon Alley. Ask your aunt and uncle, if they say yes then I will pick you up at 5:30 on Friday. If they say no, I will still pick you up at 5:30 on Friday. See you then.
P.S. I'll give you your birthday present at my house.
Love from Hermione.
All the other letters were very exciting to Harry, but this one was the best! Harry had to control himself from hooting with joy. He didn't think that asking his Aunt and Uncle would be too much of a problem. Harry got up and started to walk over to his trunk, he passed his mirror on the way over the reflection he saw was very different. He was tall maybe close to 6'. His hair had finally changed from its normally messy fashion. Over the summer he had decided to get it cut short, and spike it up. He now had a very muscular body, all the trips to the gym really helped. He looked up at his eyes, still emerald green like they always had been.
After Harry's fifth year he had decided that if he didn't lighten up that no one would want to be around him, and right now he needed his friends more than ever. So what Harry decided to do was to try to forget the past and concentrate on the future, it was difficult but he managed to do it. He rarely thought of what happened at the end of his fourth or fifth years, they brought back so much pain.
Harry was overall very happy with his birthday presents, but he couldn't help but be very excited with the idea of going to Hermione's. He decided he needed to rest up so he plopped down on his bed and fell asleep with his glasses on.