This story is rated PG: For violence, blood, brief language (not applicable to USA), and some animal gore.
Chapter 1:
In a small village known as Hogsmeade, and in a small house just inside its borders, a 30-year-old man named Harry Potter woke up at 5:32 AM. However, you would probably have not been able to tell the time like he did, because the clock he had used had nine hands and planets circling around the outside.
He had awoken because a lightning shaped scar on his forehead burned. He didn't know why; it hadn't hurt since the fall of Lord Voldemort, an evil, and power hungry wizard.
Harry got up and paced his room. It was twice as big as his house. You see; Hogsmeade is a place where wizards and witches live. Harry himself cast the spell on the house to maximize his space.
Harry's fingers moved to his scar. He rubbed it diligently. The bed Harry just left shook a little. From underneath the covers a face under fiery red hair emerged. It looked tired, and worried.
"Harry, are you okay?" asked the woman in the bed.
"Yes Ginny, it's just..." Harry hesitated to finish his sentence.
"What?" asked Ginny.
"My scar hurts. And it hasn't hurt since you-know-who..."
"Go ahead, say Voldemort." Ginny said promptly.
"Okay, since Voldemort came to power."
Ginny just sat still for a second. Then she said, "Harry, I don't know what's wrong, but even if Voldemort has come back to power, you will need all the sleep you can get."
"Okay," said Harry. "I'll be there in a second."
Harry looked into his closet. There stood a miniature of a dragon, Hungarian Horntail in breed, next to two brooms. One broom had the gold letters "Firebolt" engraved upon it. The other one read "Fireblaze," which, at that time, was recognized as the fastest broomstick on which witches and wizards could ride. Next to those were his Quidditch Robes. They were bright orange, and had two large C's on them.
Next to them was a map. It was a simple map; a small piece of parchment with a line on it. At the end of the line, there was an X. This must have been what he was looking for because he picked it out of his closet and examined it.
"Ginny?" said Harry weakly.
"Hmm?" said Ginny, who talked more tiredly than before.
"I'm going for a walk. Okay?"
Ginny just managed to get out "Okay," before giving a load snore.
Harry walked out the front door, and down the street to the Hogsmeade Cemetery. Then, once again, he looked at the map. Then he looked up. There were no tombstones in sight, just a lot of paths. He chose one and followed it up. When he had to take some turns, he looked at the map again. Finally, he reached the end, and saw one single tombstone. Written on it was "Cho Potter, 1989-2012."
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a single blossom. He placed it right in front of the tombstone. He looked down reverently at the words "Body not recovered." He remembered the horrible screams he heard on his twenty-second birthday. The night he went home to find only ashes on his bed where his now dead wife would have been. Then he thought about Ginny. Who could have been better to him than her? Even Cho couldn't compare…
He left the cemetery loving Ginny more than ever. He thought about how much he loved her all the way home from the cemetery. He even dreamed that night about a romantic dinner with Ginny. But then a dark figure burst into the restaurant. It raised its wand, and a load noise filled the air.
It was his clock. It woke him up. However, Ginny slept through it. Then, slowly but surely, Harry got into his bright orange Quidditch robes. He picked up his Fireblaze broomstick. Then, he walked out the front door.
Ginny woke up. The smallest hand was pointing to Neptune, the biggest ... well, lets say it was 8:20 AM. Ginny rushed to the closet, pulled on her best robes, and rushed into the bathroom. There, she brushed her teeth, and hair, faster than you can say, "Hoggy Woggy Hog Warts!"
She put some eggs in a pan. Then she pulled out her wand. She raised it and said, "Fryou!" Suddenly, the eggs split and fried themselves. "Wingardium Leviosa," said Ginny. The eggs flew off the counter and onto a set of pewter plates.
"Oh, where is that boy!" said Ginny.
Of course, she was talking about her son, James. James was sleeping in his bedroom, on a bed covered with Chudley Cannons blankets. By now his clock read 8:46 AM. He got up all groggy. He had untidy hair like his father, but no glasses. His hair was fiery red. He was about 13 in age, and in his third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Just then, Ginny burst through the door. She started yelling, "James, you know we have an appointment! We are going to see your Dad play today!"
"Sorry Mom! I just slept through the alarm!" James said quietly.
"You what?" asked Ginny. She looked at his clock.
"You were supposed to set it for Uranus at eight," she said. "How could you have slept through an alarm you didn't set?"
James cast a quick look at his clock. Then he looked at his Mom with a forced "oops" face.
"Sorry Mom! I just forgot to set it I guess!" James lied.
Ginny glared at him for a few seconds. Then went back to the kitchen muttering, "Breakfast is ready. Wake your sister!"
James got up and got dressed. He got into some loose, but still semi-best robes. He walked slowly down the hall to another room. He knocked on the door.
"Ash!" said James loudly. "Ashley, we gotta watch Dad play Quidditch!"
Out of the room burst a girl, about 9 years old. She had jet-black hair, which was very long. She had a blue twinkle in her eyes, and was wearing her best robes.
"Ready!" She said loudly. As she and her brother walked to the kitchen, she thought she heard, "Show off."
After the two arrived in the kitchen, the whole family (minus Harry) sat down to a breakfast of bacon and eggs. However, it tasted so much better because it wasn't made with the imperfection of Muggle machines, but rather Magic. Muggle is the term withes and wizards use to describe non-magical people. Today, during breakfast, the conversation turned to Muggles.
"I know something you don't know!" said Ashley in a sing-songy voice to her Mom.
"What dear?" asked Ginny.
"Something about James he doesn't want to tell you!" said Ashley, with a huge grin shaping her face.
Ginny looked directly at James. She had a nasty look on her face. "What?" she asked, still staring at James.
Then he started panicking. "I knew I shouldn't have told you! I should have known you'd be a brat and tell!"
Ashley looked at James, and her grin got even wider. She turned to her Mom who still hadn't left eye contact with James. Then she said loudly, so that her Mom could definitely hear, "James is spying in Muggle `TV rooms!'"
"Doh!" said James even louder than Ashley.
Ginny didn't get too mad. She gave James a warning not to do it again. By then, they had all finished their breakfasts, so they went to brush their teeth. Ginny brushed them again, muttering, "I can't believe..."
Finally, They were ready to go. Ginny led James and Ashley to a shop just a few blocks down. Luckily, Hogsmeade has no muggles, so they could just walk in and ask for the portkey. A portkey is an item that will transfer you to a specific place at a specific time. It will only transport people who are touching it though.
"Quidditch Finals," said Ginny, James and Ashley right behind her.
"Why certainly," said the old man who ran the store. "Just go into that room. There's a bunch of people crowded around one.
"Thank you!" said Ginny. Then, she, James, and Ashley all walked into a room that was covered by a curtain. About twenty or so people were crowded around a single rod. Ginny and her family joined them.
"Just a few seconds now." James heard one of the other teenagers say.
A few more people came in and touched the rod, before it started working. To every witch or wizard, it felt like someone had shoved a fishhook up his or her nostril and was pulling him or her through the air. When the "fish hook" was finally removed, they were in front of a stadium. Everyone was rushing into it.
"Well," said Ginny. "Let's go get our seats."
Harry had just now walked into the locker room. There he met the Chudley Cannons Team Captain Ron Weasley. However, he had grown up with Ron, so even though Harry had now gotten used to playing Quidditch for the Cannons, he was very excited to see him.
"Hey Ron!" said Harry enthusiastically.
"Hi Harry!" Ron replied immediately.
"How's Hermione?"
"Sorry Harry. We can't worry about that now. We got a UK finals Quidditch game to play."
Ron led Harry to another room where five people where standing. Their names were Seamus Diggory, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabb, Oliver Wood, and Patsy Perkins. Ron got to the front and started waving his wand.
Suddenly, lines appeared in the air. Ron starting talking and the lines started moving. It all seemed very complicated, but evidently, the Quidditch team understood.
Quidditch is a magical sport played on brooms. There are seven players to a team, one keeper, three chasers, two beaters, and a seeker. The chasers try to throw a ball called the quaffle into one of three 50-foot poles at the opposing team's end of the field, which scores ten points. The keepers try to keep the quaffle from entering those hoops. Still, all players must dodge balls called bludgers that zoom around trying to knock the players off their brooms. Beaters are used to minimize the dodging that must be done by the other players. They zoom around trying to knock the bludgers away from their team, and toward the other team. Then comes the most important job, the seeker. He looks for a small, golden, winged ball known as the snitch. This is important. It scores the team 150 points and ends the game.
The composition of the team is as follows. The three chasers are Ron Weasley, Patsy Perkins, and Seamus Diggory. Draco Malfoy is keeper. Vincent Crabb is a beater with Oliver Wood. And Harry is the seeker. He acquired this position because of his excellent flying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had played for the Hogwarts team Gryffindor as a seeker. Gryffindor barely ever lost with Harry on their team.
"Harry!" said Ron.
"What?" said Harry.
"Did you bring..."
"Yeah!" said Harry, looking around as if a spy might be there. "Yes I did."
"Good," said Ron. "Then we can try our new move. And let's see some Wronskei Harry. Okay, now Malfoy, we all know you, and if needs be..."
Ron went on saying something about Transylvania. Harry almost fell asleep. Finally, after giving a similar speech to Vincent Crabb, Ron said, "Okay, let's go!"
As Ashley and James took their seats, Ginny handed them both a pair of binoculars, with all sorts of knobs as switches on them. "Omnioculars," said Ginny. "You will be able to see your father play with style now!"
Just then, a loud voice filled the stadium. It said, "Ladies and Gentleman. Please stand for the minister of magic, Neville Longbottom."
Everyone stood up. A rather large person walked slowly into a box at ground level. After entering, it rose magically to the top of the stadium.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," the voice said again. "The Appleby Arrows!" The crowd erupted with applause.
Seven witches and wizards came speeding into the stadium, one by one. The voice introduced each by name, but the only one that's important right now is Barney Kingledarm. After they had each entered the stadium, they assembled at a small ring in the center.
The voice kicked up again. "And Now, the Chudley Cannons!" The crowd erupted with even more applause than for the Arrows. Then, the Cannons (whose names I don't think I need to say) came bursting out one by one. They too assembled in the center ring.
An old man walked between the two teams. Then, the voice said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, our referee, Flint Berrings."
The man got the most applause of all. However, he seemed not to notice. He just opened a box and two black balls and one small gold one flew into the air. Then, he threw a football sized, red ball into the air.
"There we go," said the voice. "The pitch, Brack, Brown, Brack, Derium, Brown, intercept..."
Chudley had taken the quaffle. Seamus ran down the field for a bit without passing.
"Seamus Diggory gets the ball, goes into the pitch, Perkins, Weasley, SCORE!"
The crowd erupted with applause. Harry was having fun cheering on his team from above. Then, he moved into a dive. Barney Kingledarm zoomed after him.
"It seems that Harry's seen the snitch," said the voice.
Harry kept zooming toward the ground, closely followed by Kingledarm. And just before he hit the ground, Harry pulled out of the dive. Kingledarm however, hit the ground with full impact.
"Wronskei feint! That's the problem with Appleby. Such a gullible seeker," said the voice.
Harry moved back into the sky. He observed Crabb fake hitting another beater. So, a bludger came by and knocked an Appleby chaser off his broom.
"Ooh!" said the voice. "The Transylvanian Tackle is well used by Chudley. And it's legal! That makes the score 30-60 to Chudley!"
Just then, Harry saw something gold fly by. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the other seeker. He took a galleon (a piece of wizard money) and through it at the other seeker. His plan worked! Kindledarm (who hadn't really been hurt much by the wronskei feint) dove after it. Harry took off in the opposite direction.
"I don't know what Harry's thinking, but if I where him, I'd find out what Appleby was looking for," said the voice.
Then Harry reached out his hand, grabbed the snitch, and zoomed toward the center circle. Kindledarm finally caught the Galleon, and pocketed it. It wasn't the snitch he'd thought it was.
Harry landed in the center circle. He handed the Snitch to the referee. Chudley had won, 50-210!
Then, Kindledarm flew down next to Harry as if to congratulate him. But, Harry soon found out that wasn't it. He did fly down and extend his hand, but it contained a piece of parchment. Harry opened it, and read the words, "Number two shall suffer the same fate."
Chapter 1:
In a small village known as Hogsmeade, and in a small house just inside its borders, a 30-year-old man named Harry Potter woke up at 5:32 AM. However, you would probably have not been able to tell the time like he did, because the clock he had used had nine hands and planets circling around the outside.
He had awoken because a lightning shaped scar on his forehead burned. He didn't know why; it hadn't hurt since the fall of Lord Voldemort, an evil, and power hungry wizard.
Harry got up and paced his room. It was twice as big as his house. You see; Hogsmeade is a place where wizards and witches live. Harry himself cast the spell on the house to maximize his space.
Harry's fingers moved to his scar. He rubbed it diligently. The bed Harry just left shook a little. From underneath the covers a face under fiery red hair emerged. It looked tired, and worried.
"Harry, are you okay?" asked the woman in the bed.
"Yes Ginny, it's just..." Harry hesitated to finish his sentence.
"What?" asked Ginny.
"My scar hurts. And it hasn't hurt since you-know-who..."
"Go ahead, say Voldemort." Ginny said promptly.
"Okay, since Voldemort came to power."
Ginny just sat still for a second. Then she said, "Harry, I don't know what's wrong, but even if Voldemort has come back to power, you will need all the sleep you can get."
"Okay," said Harry. "I'll be there in a second."
Harry looked into his closet. There stood a miniature of a dragon, Hungarian Horntail in breed, next to two brooms. One broom had the gold letters "Firebolt" engraved upon it. The other one read "Fireblaze," which, at that time, was recognized as the fastest broomstick on which witches and wizards could ride. Next to those were his Quidditch Robes. They were bright orange, and had two large C's on them.
Next to them was a map. It was a simple map; a small piece of parchment with a line on it. At the end of the line, there was an X. This must have been what he was looking for because he picked it out of his closet and examined it.
"Ginny?" said Harry weakly.
"Hmm?" said Ginny, who talked more tiredly than before.
"I'm going for a walk. Okay?"
Ginny just managed to get out "Okay," before giving a load snore.
Harry walked out the front door, and down the street to the Hogsmeade Cemetery. Then, once again, he looked at the map. Then he looked up. There were no tombstones in sight, just a lot of paths. He chose one and followed it up. When he had to take some turns, he looked at the map again. Finally, he reached the end, and saw one single tombstone. Written on it was "Cho Potter, 1989-2012."
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a single blossom. He placed it right in front of the tombstone. He looked down reverently at the words "Body not recovered." He remembered the horrible screams he heard on his twenty-second birthday. The night he went home to find only ashes on his bed where his now dead wife would have been. Then he thought about Ginny. Who could have been better to him than her? Even Cho couldn't compare…
He left the cemetery loving Ginny more than ever. He thought about how much he loved her all the way home from the cemetery. He even dreamed that night about a romantic dinner with Ginny. But then a dark figure burst into the restaurant. It raised its wand, and a load noise filled the air.
It was his clock. It woke him up. However, Ginny slept through it. Then, slowly but surely, Harry got into his bright orange Quidditch robes. He picked up his Fireblaze broomstick. Then, he walked out the front door.
Ginny woke up. The smallest hand was pointing to Neptune, the biggest ... well, lets say it was 8:20 AM. Ginny rushed to the closet, pulled on her best robes, and rushed into the bathroom. There, she brushed her teeth, and hair, faster than you can say, "Hoggy Woggy Hog Warts!"
She put some eggs in a pan. Then she pulled out her wand. She raised it and said, "Fryou!" Suddenly, the eggs split and fried themselves. "Wingardium Leviosa," said Ginny. The eggs flew off the counter and onto a set of pewter plates.
"Oh, where is that boy!" said Ginny.
Of course, she was talking about her son, James. James was sleeping in his bedroom, on a bed covered with Chudley Cannons blankets. By now his clock read 8:46 AM. He got up all groggy. He had untidy hair like his father, but no glasses. His hair was fiery red. He was about 13 in age, and in his third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Just then, Ginny burst through the door. She started yelling, "James, you know we have an appointment! We are going to see your Dad play today!"
"Sorry Mom! I just slept through the alarm!" James said quietly.
"You what?" asked Ginny. She looked at his clock.
"You were supposed to set it for Uranus at eight," she said. "How could you have slept through an alarm you didn't set?"
James cast a quick look at his clock. Then he looked at his Mom with a forced "oops" face.
"Sorry Mom! I just forgot to set it I guess!" James lied.
Ginny glared at him for a few seconds. Then went back to the kitchen muttering, "Breakfast is ready. Wake your sister!"
James got up and got dressed. He got into some loose, but still semi-best robes. He walked slowly down the hall to another room. He knocked on the door.
"Ash!" said James loudly. "Ashley, we gotta watch Dad play Quidditch!"
Out of the room burst a girl, about 9 years old. She had jet-black hair, which was very long. She had a blue twinkle in her eyes, and was wearing her best robes.
"Ready!" She said loudly. As she and her brother walked to the kitchen, she thought she heard, "Show off."
After the two arrived in the kitchen, the whole family (minus Harry) sat down to a breakfast of bacon and eggs. However, it tasted so much better because it wasn't made with the imperfection of Muggle machines, but rather Magic. Muggle is the term withes and wizards use to describe non-magical people. Today, during breakfast, the conversation turned to Muggles.
"I know something you don't know!" said Ashley in a sing-songy voice to her Mom.
"What dear?" asked Ginny.
"Something about James he doesn't want to tell you!" said Ashley, with a huge grin shaping her face.
Ginny looked directly at James. She had a nasty look on her face. "What?" she asked, still staring at James.
Then he started panicking. "I knew I shouldn't have told you! I should have known you'd be a brat and tell!"
Ashley looked at James, and her grin got even wider. She turned to her Mom who still hadn't left eye contact with James. Then she said loudly, so that her Mom could definitely hear, "James is spying in Muggle `TV rooms!'"
"Doh!" said James even louder than Ashley.
Ginny didn't get too mad. She gave James a warning not to do it again. By then, they had all finished their breakfasts, so they went to brush their teeth. Ginny brushed them again, muttering, "I can't believe..."
Finally, They were ready to go. Ginny led James and Ashley to a shop just a few blocks down. Luckily, Hogsmeade has no muggles, so they could just walk in and ask for the portkey. A portkey is an item that will transfer you to a specific place at a specific time. It will only transport people who are touching it though.
"Quidditch Finals," said Ginny, James and Ashley right behind her.
"Why certainly," said the old man who ran the store. "Just go into that room. There's a bunch of people crowded around one.
"Thank you!" said Ginny. Then, she, James, and Ashley all walked into a room that was covered by a curtain. About twenty or so people were crowded around a single rod. Ginny and her family joined them.
"Just a few seconds now." James heard one of the other teenagers say.
A few more people came in and touched the rod, before it started working. To every witch or wizard, it felt like someone had shoved a fishhook up his or her nostril and was pulling him or her through the air. When the "fish hook" was finally removed, they were in front of a stadium. Everyone was rushing into it.
"Well," said Ginny. "Let's go get our seats."
Harry had just now walked into the locker room. There he met the Chudley Cannons Team Captain Ron Weasley. However, he had grown up with Ron, so even though Harry had now gotten used to playing Quidditch for the Cannons, he was very excited to see him.
"Hey Ron!" said Harry enthusiastically.
"Hi Harry!" Ron replied immediately.
"How's Hermione?"
"Sorry Harry. We can't worry about that now. We got a UK finals Quidditch game to play."
Ron led Harry to another room where five people where standing. Their names were Seamus Diggory, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabb, Oliver Wood, and Patsy Perkins. Ron got to the front and started waving his wand.
Suddenly, lines appeared in the air. Ron starting talking and the lines started moving. It all seemed very complicated, but evidently, the Quidditch team understood.
Quidditch is a magical sport played on brooms. There are seven players to a team, one keeper, three chasers, two beaters, and a seeker. The chasers try to throw a ball called the quaffle into one of three 50-foot poles at the opposing team's end of the field, which scores ten points. The keepers try to keep the quaffle from entering those hoops. Still, all players must dodge balls called bludgers that zoom around trying to knock the players off their brooms. Beaters are used to minimize the dodging that must be done by the other players. They zoom around trying to knock the bludgers away from their team, and toward the other team. Then comes the most important job, the seeker. He looks for a small, golden, winged ball known as the snitch. This is important. It scores the team 150 points and ends the game.
The composition of the team is as follows. The three chasers are Ron Weasley, Patsy Perkins, and Seamus Diggory. Draco Malfoy is keeper. Vincent Crabb is a beater with Oliver Wood. And Harry is the seeker. He acquired this position because of his excellent flying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had played for the Hogwarts team Gryffindor as a seeker. Gryffindor barely ever lost with Harry on their team.
"Harry!" said Ron.
"What?" said Harry.
"Did you bring..."
"Yeah!" said Harry, looking around as if a spy might be there. "Yes I did."
"Good," said Ron. "Then we can try our new move. And let's see some Wronskei Harry. Okay, now Malfoy, we all know you, and if needs be..."
Ron went on saying something about Transylvania. Harry almost fell asleep. Finally, after giving a similar speech to Vincent Crabb, Ron said, "Okay, let's go!"
As Ashley and James took their seats, Ginny handed them both a pair of binoculars, with all sorts of knobs as switches on them. "Omnioculars," said Ginny. "You will be able to see your father play with style now!"
Just then, a loud voice filled the stadium. It said, "Ladies and Gentleman. Please stand for the minister of magic, Neville Longbottom."
Everyone stood up. A rather large person walked slowly into a box at ground level. After entering, it rose magically to the top of the stadium.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," the voice said again. "The Appleby Arrows!" The crowd erupted with applause.
Seven witches and wizards came speeding into the stadium, one by one. The voice introduced each by name, but the only one that's important right now is Barney Kingledarm. After they had each entered the stadium, they assembled at a small ring in the center.
The voice kicked up again. "And Now, the Chudley Cannons!" The crowd erupted with even more applause than for the Arrows. Then, the Cannons (whose names I don't think I need to say) came bursting out one by one. They too assembled in the center ring.
An old man walked between the two teams. Then, the voice said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, our referee, Flint Berrings."
The man got the most applause of all. However, he seemed not to notice. He just opened a box and two black balls and one small gold one flew into the air. Then, he threw a football sized, red ball into the air.
"There we go," said the voice. "The pitch, Brack, Brown, Brack, Derium, Brown, intercept..."
Chudley had taken the quaffle. Seamus ran down the field for a bit without passing.
"Seamus Diggory gets the ball, goes into the pitch, Perkins, Weasley, SCORE!"
The crowd erupted with applause. Harry was having fun cheering on his team from above. Then, he moved into a dive. Barney Kingledarm zoomed after him.
"It seems that Harry's seen the snitch," said the voice.
Harry kept zooming toward the ground, closely followed by Kingledarm. And just before he hit the ground, Harry pulled out of the dive. Kingledarm however, hit the ground with full impact.
"Wronskei feint! That's the problem with Appleby. Such a gullible seeker," said the voice.
Harry moved back into the sky. He observed Crabb fake hitting another beater. So, a bludger came by and knocked an Appleby chaser off his broom.
"Ooh!" said the voice. "The Transylvanian Tackle is well used by Chudley. And it's legal! That makes the score 30-60 to Chudley!"
Just then, Harry saw something gold fly by. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the other seeker. He took a galleon (a piece of wizard money) and through it at the other seeker. His plan worked! Kindledarm (who hadn't really been hurt much by the wronskei feint) dove after it. Harry took off in the opposite direction.
"I don't know what Harry's thinking, but if I where him, I'd find out what Appleby was looking for," said the voice.
Then Harry reached out his hand, grabbed the snitch, and zoomed toward the center circle. Kindledarm finally caught the Galleon, and pocketed it. It wasn't the snitch he'd thought it was.
Harry landed in the center circle. He handed the Snitch to the referee. Chudley had won, 50-210!
Then, Kindledarm flew down next to Harry as if to congratulate him. But, Harry soon found out that wasn't it. He did fly down and extend his hand, but it contained a piece of parchment. Harry opened it, and read the words, "Number two shall suffer the same fate."