Harry Potter
and the
Deathly Hallows
Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever, factually, metaphorically, unknowingly, or any other kind of "ly" owned, controlled, or created the world, characters, or places in the Harry Potter series. That all belongs to miss J.K. Rowling. (I think that should make the lawyers happy)
Chapter 1
5 Days Later
Harry Potter looked at the clock on his desk next to his bed. 3 a.m. He thought. He hadn't been able to get some sleep for days. Not since the night Dumbledore died to be exact. It had been 5 days since, and the moment he came back to Number 4 Privet Drive, Harry was met with challenge after challenge. His Uncle Vernon locked up all of his school supplies and his chest in the cupboard under the stairs. Then he thought it would be a good idea to lock him in his room. Harry, being penniless, heart-broken, and without any contact to the outside worlds, had to sit all day alone without even his pet owl who had been missing since the day he got back. The first day of his return, a large owl pecked at the window through the cages Harry's uncle had attached with a copy of the Daily Prophet. Harry, having no money to pay and no way to get the paper, was reluctantly forced to shoo the owl away. Harry found himself even without his prized possession: his magic wand.
You see, Harry Potter was no ordinary boy, he was a soon-to-be-17-year-old wizard fresh out of his 6th year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To say even that would not be giving the poor boy justice, he was, in fact, no ordinary wizard either. He had come face-to-face with Lord Voldemort, the most evil wizard of all time, on several occasions only to come out of the earliest one with a mere scar. A scar that, it would seem, would forever control the destiny of Harry's life. Harry spent his sleepless days and nights practicing wand-less magic. He vaguely remembered reading a bit about it in some of his schoolbooks, but could obviously not consult them now. Now, at three o'clock in the morning of the 6th day back from school, Harry Potter managed to perform a little magic. During the day, he spent all of his time using wingardium leviosa to try and lift his dresser, but at night, he always practiced alohamora on the locks outside his bedroom door. This time, he heard a click.
Harry got off his bed, walked to his door, and turned the knob. He had to hold back a yelp of glee as the door easily opened. He listened to make sure nobody else heard him. When he could only hear the faint snores of his Uncle Vernon, or Aunt Petunia (he never really knew anymore), he decided he could move on. He slowly crept down the stairs to the cupboard. He concentrated all of his might on the locks and though alohamora. There was a loud pounding on the front door.
"Who in the blazes is that?!" yelled Uncle Vernon from his bedroom. Harry could hear him scampering around, putting on a robe. Harry reached for the cupboard, hoping that his spell had worked. He climbed in and left the door open a crack. There was another loud pound on the front door. Harry's Uncle finally got to the door and pulled it open. "What is the meaning of all--" he was cutoff by what he saw. In the doorway one could see the feet, legs, waist, and torso of a man, but that was all. Harry burst out immediately.
"Hagrid! How are you?" Rubeus Hagrid was the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwart's and the first person in the magical community that Harry had ever met, aside from his squib neighbor, Arabella Figg.
"'Ere's no time, Harry," Hagrid said, swooping into the house. "Grab your things and get moving." Harry immediately obeyed and started putting all his things together.
"What is the meaning of all this?!" shouted Vernon
"I don' have to answer to you, you ugly Muggle!" Hagrid shouted back at him. Vernon Dursley was speechless, a feat the Harry had waited years to see, but he could unfortunately not relish in it.
"I'm finished," Harry said as he wrapped his last little bit together.
"Good. Put a following charm on all of it. You need to apparate me to the Burrow."
"Hagrid, I can't apparate yet, I'm only sixteen."
"Wha'? You mean, yeh haven' heard? Well, there's no time now, jus' trust me an' do wha' I tell yeh." Harry moved out to the front lawn. He turned back to a still speechless Uncle Vernon, thinking of the best thing to say. "Don' bother, Harry. Yeh won' be seein' him again." With this, Hagrid grabbed Harry's arm, and the two of them, along with Harry's trunk, disappeared.
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Sorry about the short chapter everyone. The next one is going to be Uber long, so I didn't want to combine the two of them. However, I got what I wanted to do done in this one, so I hope you enjoyed the small preview of what's to come. From now on, updates will come in 3 chapters at a time. Thanks!