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Narrative Notes -
Normal Story
'Talking'
"Quotes"
Parseltongue/Magic
Flashback/Thinking
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'Bye, then, Potter.' said Moody, grasping Harry's shoulder for a moment with a gnarled hand.
'Take care, Harry,' said Lupin quietly. ' Keep in touch.'
'Harry, we'll have you away from there as soon as we can,' Mrs. Weasley whispered, hugging him again.
'We'll see you soon, mate,' said Ron anxiously, shaking Harry's hand.
'Really soon, Harry,' said Hermione earnestly. 'We promise.'
Harry nodded. He somehow could not find words to tell them what it meant to him, to see them all standing here, on his side and giving him there support. Instead, he smiled, raised a hand in farewell, turned around and led the way out of the station towards the sunlit street, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley hurrying along in his wake.
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Fifteen minutes later, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, sat in back of the Vernon's new company car, and couldn't help himself from thinking back to what happened in the Department of Mysteries.
Only one pair was still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrivals. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: he was laughing at her.
'Come on you can do better then that!' he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely in the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore, too, turned towards the dais.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging for the arch.
Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfathers wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as through in a high wind, then fell back into place.
Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing. Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second...
But Sirius did not reappear.
'Sirius!' Harry yelled. 'SIRIUS!'
At that moment, Harry finally fell victim to his suppressed grief, and let loose a small sob. Uncle Vernon looked at Harry in the mirror, and growled. 'What's the matter boy? Your freaky friends finally figured out how much of a loser you are?'
Harry angrily replied, 'No, nothing's the matter, Uncle Vernon.'
Vernon smirked and replied, 'Yeah sure. Now shut up freak.'
Harry looked out the window and couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for himself. At least Sirius didn't have to endure what he did now.
No, It's not right to think like that, Harry thought.
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Later in the day, Harry sat on his mattress in his room and stared at the wall opposite.
He sat there for what must have been hours until Aunt Petunia called him and told him that dinner was ready.
He walked down the stairs slowly, and grimaced as he walked into the kitchen.
Yuck, peas.
Harry moved over to the bench were plates 4 plates of food currently resided, and after being told to by Aunt Petunia, helped take them to the table.
Harry took a seat next to Dudley and stared at his small portion. To Harry the size of his portion was not surprising but he had a lot on his mind. For a good 5 minutes Harry sat and listened grimly to Dudley recounting a recent boxing fight he had won.
Finally Uncle Vernon turned to Harry and said 'What are you so sad about boy?'
'Nothing, Uncle Vernon.'
'I doubt that. Did your boyfriend die or something?'
'I don't have a boyfriend, Uncle Vernon.' Harry snarled, barely controlling his anger.
'Oh I know, you miss your godfather. I heard some of those freaks consoling you. Are you feeling sad because he is not here for you to bugger before you go to sleep?'
After Vernon finished, Harry snapped. He felt an influx of magic and heard Petunia's expensive china shatter.
Harry stormed out of the room and run up the stairs to his room. Harry run straight at his door and pushed his hand forward, opening the door with his magic, even though Harry would not remember his use of Wandless Magic at the time.
Harry sat down on his mattress and fumed at his uncle. Oh, I'm in so much trouble.
After a argument between his Aunt and Uncle could be heard for a few minutes, his Uncle Vernon screamed 'BOY! That's IT! I'm going to come and fix you up for good!'
Vernon charged up the stairs, grabbing a golf club from a room along the way. Meanwhile, Harry was fumbling through his trunk in search of his wand, and eventually found it under his copy of Standard Book of Spells Grade Five.
'Colloportus!' Harry yelled, after leveling his wand at the door.
Harry heard Vernon scream in rage just outside of the door, after trying the now locked door. 'Oh boy! Your freakishness can't save you this time!'
Vernon raised his club and smashed it into the wall next to the door, all the while screaming obscenities about Harry.
Petunia and Dudley waited up the stairs and stood transfixed, staring in horror at the enraged figure of Vernon Dursley.
Harry meanwhile was wondering what the fuck he should do when Vernon got through.
To sum it up, he had no fucking idea.
Dudley, being the suck up he is, decided to join in the destruction of the wall next to the door to his old bedroom. He went to the closet and grabbed a second golf club.
Vernon was still taking it out on the wall, and had taken down a fair bit of it. The hallway was filled with plaster and rubble.
Harry was panicking. Where the fuck was the order?
Dudley charged up to Vernon and pushed him out of the way, and raised his club.
He swung and hit the wall with tremendous force from his now powerful muscles.
The rest of the wall crumbled and fell to rubble on the floor.
Harry witnessed the wall collapse, and then glimpsed the shadowy figure that came through after it.
Harry, scared for his life, saw the figure raise his club, and start to swing, aiming directly for his own head.
Harry leveled his wand in panic and used the first spell that came to mind at the same moment that he remembered all the pain that his so called "family" had caused him.
'Avada Kedavra!' Harry screamed.
It was after the green light left his wand that Harry finally recognized the horror stricken face on Dudley Dursley, his cousin, who flew backwards from the forceful presence of the dark spell and hit the wall with a horrible sickening crack.
Vernon saw his son hit the wall and roared in pain and vengeful anger. He stomped in through the hole and raised his club in the same position Dudley occupied 10 seconds earlier.
Harry was ready with no regrets, as more horrible images of him being abused, neglected and taunted for a huge part of his childhood. 'Avada Ked...'
It was then that the first (and only) member of his guard from the Order apparated in.
It was Tonks, who was facing towards him, with Vernon Dursley directly behind her.
Directly in the path of his curse.
'...avra!' Harry shouted.
Harry looked on in pure terror as his brain caught up to his vision, at the same moment as the green light hit Tonks, and then the hard metal club Vernon had hit him directly across his face.
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Hours later, he remembered coming to consciousness.
His vision was blurry but he knew that he was lying on the floor from the feeling of vertigo he experienced.
Everything hurt when Harry tried to move. His chest hurt when he inhaled, and his nose hurt when he exhaled. Harry just lay there taking in the surroundings and his predicament.
Harry could feel something stuck under his legs, which rested at a weird angle, Harry also could feel wetness under his head.
He tried to get up but collapsed back to the floor as his legs gave under his weight.
Good Idea Harry.
Harry lay there, broken and dying on the floor, as he succumbed back into unconsciousness.
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Harry stood beside a lake when he came back to consciousness. He looked around and realized he was on a mountain, with a lake on top. Clouds floated around him.
It was the strangest lake Harry had over seen. It shimmered, glowed and sparkled intensely silvery blue, but yet it looked calm and serene.
Harry turned around and his heart got a jolt.
Not five feet away stood his nemesis, Tom Riddle.
Tom stood looking at the lake with a greedy expression on his snakelike face. He was joined by 3 silver masked Death Eaters, Inner Circle members, and Peter Pettigrew.
Harry growled and reached for his wand from his pocket, leveled his wand and screamed at the man who betrayed his parents, 'Avada Kedavra!'
Nothing happened. You're lucky Peter, next time you won't be.
'Magnificent, isn't it Wormtail?' Voldemort turned and questioned Peter.
'Yes, Master.' Wormtail replied in a nervous whisper as he stared nervously at the grass at his feet.
Harry looked at Tom as he whispered something in Parseltongue to a figure behind him Harry couldn't see. No matter how hard Harry tried to see it, he couldn't get even a small glimpse, except of a dark shadow on the edge of his vision.
'Lucius, how goes progress?' The Dark Lord asked as he turned to face his Death Eaters.
'Good my Lord. The portal should be complete on schedule.' Lucius Malfoy, the father of Harry's long time adversary answered.
'Then the powers of the Twisted Nether shall be mine.'
A Death Eater wearing a normal white mask apparated in with a pop.
'Did you find him?' Voldemort said menacingly, narrowing his slit like red eyes.
'Ah, umm... no my Lord.' replied the Death Eater as he fidgeted.
'Well then...Crucio!' Voldemort growled.
Harry screamed, his scar burning from the torture curse that Voldemort was using.
Harry blacked out.
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...'Proficio nostra fuga absens de letum, ut affero eternus vita.'
Harry later remembered the chanting he heard between the plane of consciousness and unconsciousness, and also a great shining light.
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Opening his eyes, Harry stared at the ceiling.
He sat up and looked around and looked around in surprise.
He was still in his bedroom, on the floor, sitting on a puddle of dried blood, At least it looked like dried blood.
On closer inspection, he had a realization that he was lying on top of a blood soaked Tonks.
He checked to see if she was breathing with his hand that rested near her neck during his unconsciousness.
She wasn't.
Harry choked back a sob. I have to be strong and not cry.
Then something happened that should have been impossible.
Tonks moved.
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'Ouch my head,' Tonks thought.
She slowly opened her eyes, and groaned.
She saw blood, lots and lots of blood, and to make it worse, something heavy was lying on top of her.
She tried to push it off with one hand and to her surprise it moved.
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Harry saw Tonks open her eyes and then he felt himself pushed in to the air.
What the! Tonks pushed him with one hand!
Tonks sat up, and looked at Harry.
She said, 'Wotcher, Harry.'
Harry gasped.
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'What happened to Tonks!'
Tonks was covered in blood, and she looked very pale. However the most shocking thing was her voice. It sounded deep, and hurt Harry's ears.
'Tonks what happened to your voice?' Harry exclaimed.
Tonks gasped, after hearing her own voice.
'I don't know!' Tonks cried, which hurt Harry's ears so much that he had to hold his hands over them. 'Your voice is the same Harry!'
'Damn this is weird,' Harry said to himself.
'I agree.'
'Wait, you heard me? But Tonks, I didn't say that, I thought it!'
At this, they just stared at each other. While they stared, he remembered what had happened before he fell into unconsciousness.
'Tonks, you died!' Harry screeched.
'What!'
A dark mist started to fill Harry's vision, and a lone shadowy figure appeared.
'Who are you?' Harry demanded.
The figure laughed.
'My name is Illidan Stormrage.'
End Chapter 1
Review Please! By the way this is my first fanfic.
EDIT – I did a little tinker with my grammar and expression of certain aspects of the scenes – 6/11/2006.