Ordinary Guy
Chapter one: Meet the family
Harry Potter is not an ordinary guy. In fact, he the least ordinary guy I've ever known. Harry Potter is a wizard, and a very powerful one at that. What is a wizard, you might ask. A wizard is born, not made. He can be born to magical parents (meaning the parents are both magical.. witch and wizard) or only one parent is magical. There are also muggleborns, those witches and wizards who are born to muggle, or non magical parents and heritage. I myself, being a pureblood (my family is magical... cousins, aunts, uncles, siblings and parents), could be considered snooty and snobby, but my family is not like the Malfoys, or the Parkinsons. Or the Blacks, for that matter, but that is still a touchy subject around here. But I am distracted from the point of me writing this. Harry is a half- blood wizard (his mother was a muggle-born), and he was chosen by the most powerful, most evil wizard in the past century to be his opposite, his arch enemy. And why do I write this? Well.. Every hero needs a scribe, someone to jot down the happenings of his life... how he vanquishes evil...
"Ginny, are you even listening to me?"
Ginny sighed, and put down her quill. "Sorry Mum.."
"As I was saying, Harry, the poor boy, is coming to stay for the holidays. Dumbledore believes that You-Know-Who," Some shudders, "won't do very much, and Grimmauld place is continually becoming a hive, and no place for a boy who suffers so to stay. I want you ALL to be on your best behaviour," she eyed everybody in the kitchen, everybody being:
Ron Weasley: Best friend of the said Harry Potter, temperamental, loves Quidditch, generally happy, and happens to love his best friend...
Hermione Granger: Bushy-haired, 'know it all', loves books, her cat Crookshanks, her friends and family, and also happens to have a crush on her best friend Ron.
Gred and Forge Weasley: Pranksters, Hogwarts School dropouts, proud owners of the joke shop 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes'.
Mr. Arthur Weasley: Father to all the red heads (besides his wife), balding, very excited over the muggles and their 'ecelectric' abilities.
Ginny Weasley: Baby of the family (but if you said that to her face, beware a Bat Bogey Hex), smart, very red headed, both physical and disposition, friendly, loveable... happens to continually have a crush on Harry Potter. (She denies it, usually).
"And furthermore," Mrs. Weasley continued, "no mentioning of what happened last year. Harry needs time to recover, and he will talk when he feels like it. You are to not push him to it. If he does talk, encourage him to speak more, But Do Not Push." Giving them another once-over of her eye, she barked, "Dismissed!" then turned away to scrub at the counter with a cloth, muttering under her breath.
Ginny sighed, and picked up her quill again.
Of course, as I write this, Harry Potter is on his way to this lovely, full, and very dysfunctional household I call home. He shall soon be here, and everything will be ... certainly not perfect. We just hope he will open up now. It's been a while since Sirius Black died, and from what I heard, 'disappeared behind the curtain'. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I should start at the beginning.
Harry Potter was born on July 31st, in one of the last years that You-Know- Who was terrorizing the world. His proud parents, Lily Evans Potter and James Potter, were in danger from that fearsome lord, and so for protection they performed the Fidelius Charm, and used their best friend, Sirius Black, as the Secret Keeper. However, much to everybody's surprise, we have recently gained knowledge that the Potters switched their Secret Keeper at the last minute, to another friend named Peter Pettigrew. Unfortunately, Peter, a.k.a. Wormtail, was working under You-Know-Who, and so proved his loyalty to the Dark Side by giving up the 'Secret'. You-Know-Who finally had his enemies in the palm of his hand. He killed James Potter, then turned to the wife and demanded she give him her son. As he yelled out the terrible words 'Avada Kedavra', the spell killed Lily Potter, but rebounded off the son, killing You-Know-Who in some form that only a residue remained. He fled deep into the jungles of Albania, or some kind of jungle in a country that starts with an 'A'. Harry Potter, the son-
"Hey, Ginny! Move!"
Ginny put down the quill again, this time to move the parchment she was writing on off the table, so that her brother and her best friend (Ron and Hermione) could set the table, and wandered into the living room. Harry was expected to floo in at about five o'clock, and it was now four thirty. The twins were, as usual, making the most noise, this time debating with their father over their business, whether it brought in as much money as they had thought, assets, and other business subjects that did not fascinate Ginny as much as the twins liked. She went to sit down in the comfy chair by the fire, and, using a lap desk, continued with her 'scribe work'.
-was taken by a good friend of Dumbledore, Reubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts. It is said that Sirius Black, the man suspected of betrayal, was there. Harry Potter was taken by Hagrid to Dumbledore, who placed him under the care of Petunia and Vernon Dursley, sister and brother-in-law to Lily Potter. And so time passed, ten years where the Boy-Who-Lived was bossed around, ignored, and beaten on, by his aunt, uncle and cousin. In fact, he had no clue what and who he was until a certain gigantic man showed up at the door of their 'summer hideaway'.
PHOOSH
A cloud of dust spread out from the fireplace, and the boy in the midst of it stood up shakily, wiping off round, black-rimmed glasses.
"HARRY!!!" Ron and Hermione jogged out of the kitchen, faces happy, concerned, and embarrassed (for some reason) at the same time. Molly Weasley came from the pantry, arms already open in welcome. " Harry! Finally! We were starting to get worried!" It was only a few minutes past five. "Er.. Thanks, Mrs Weasley. I'm .. er.. here now." Harry was blushing slightly, uncomfortable with all this attention. Ginny smiled slightly, and stood up also to greet him. "Hey Harry. Glad you're here!" She gave him a quick hug, not giving him time to hug her back, and let the rest of the family envelope him. She knew that he would be awkward, no matter what she did. It was sweet, in a way. It helped her to remember he was an ordinary guy.
A/N: Hey this isn't my first fic, exactly, but it's the first one I've actually thought out for a plot. Kind of. No worries. The button down there, please use it. It is blue, and it says 'Submit review'. I really need some criticism. It's hard criticizing my own work.
Harry Potter is not an ordinary guy. In fact, he the least ordinary guy I've ever known. Harry Potter is a wizard, and a very powerful one at that. What is a wizard, you might ask. A wizard is born, not made. He can be born to magical parents (meaning the parents are both magical.. witch and wizard) or only one parent is magical. There are also muggleborns, those witches and wizards who are born to muggle, or non magical parents and heritage. I myself, being a pureblood (my family is magical... cousins, aunts, uncles, siblings and parents), could be considered snooty and snobby, but my family is not like the Malfoys, or the Parkinsons. Or the Blacks, for that matter, but that is still a touchy subject around here. But I am distracted from the point of me writing this. Harry is a half- blood wizard (his mother was a muggle-born), and he was chosen by the most powerful, most evil wizard in the past century to be his opposite, his arch enemy. And why do I write this? Well.. Every hero needs a scribe, someone to jot down the happenings of his life... how he vanquishes evil...
"Ginny, are you even listening to me?"
Ginny sighed, and put down her quill. "Sorry Mum.."
"As I was saying, Harry, the poor boy, is coming to stay for the holidays. Dumbledore believes that You-Know-Who," Some shudders, "won't do very much, and Grimmauld place is continually becoming a hive, and no place for a boy who suffers so to stay. I want you ALL to be on your best behaviour," she eyed everybody in the kitchen, everybody being:
Ron Weasley: Best friend of the said Harry Potter, temperamental, loves Quidditch, generally happy, and happens to love his best friend...
Hermione Granger: Bushy-haired, 'know it all', loves books, her cat Crookshanks, her friends and family, and also happens to have a crush on her best friend Ron.
Gred and Forge Weasley: Pranksters, Hogwarts School dropouts, proud owners of the joke shop 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes'.
Mr. Arthur Weasley: Father to all the red heads (besides his wife), balding, very excited over the muggles and their 'ecelectric' abilities.
Ginny Weasley: Baby of the family (but if you said that to her face, beware a Bat Bogey Hex), smart, very red headed, both physical and disposition, friendly, loveable... happens to continually have a crush on Harry Potter. (She denies it, usually).
"And furthermore," Mrs. Weasley continued, "no mentioning of what happened last year. Harry needs time to recover, and he will talk when he feels like it. You are to not push him to it. If he does talk, encourage him to speak more, But Do Not Push." Giving them another once-over of her eye, she barked, "Dismissed!" then turned away to scrub at the counter with a cloth, muttering under her breath.
Ginny sighed, and picked up her quill again.
Of course, as I write this, Harry Potter is on his way to this lovely, full, and very dysfunctional household I call home. He shall soon be here, and everything will be ... certainly not perfect. We just hope he will open up now. It's been a while since Sirius Black died, and from what I heard, 'disappeared behind the curtain'. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I should start at the beginning.
Harry Potter was born on July 31st, in one of the last years that You-Know- Who was terrorizing the world. His proud parents, Lily Evans Potter and James Potter, were in danger from that fearsome lord, and so for protection they performed the Fidelius Charm, and used their best friend, Sirius Black, as the Secret Keeper. However, much to everybody's surprise, we have recently gained knowledge that the Potters switched their Secret Keeper at the last minute, to another friend named Peter Pettigrew. Unfortunately, Peter, a.k.a. Wormtail, was working under You-Know-Who, and so proved his loyalty to the Dark Side by giving up the 'Secret'. You-Know-Who finally had his enemies in the palm of his hand. He killed James Potter, then turned to the wife and demanded she give him her son. As he yelled out the terrible words 'Avada Kedavra', the spell killed Lily Potter, but rebounded off the son, killing You-Know-Who in some form that only a residue remained. He fled deep into the jungles of Albania, or some kind of jungle in a country that starts with an 'A'. Harry Potter, the son-
"Hey, Ginny! Move!"
Ginny put down the quill again, this time to move the parchment she was writing on off the table, so that her brother and her best friend (Ron and Hermione) could set the table, and wandered into the living room. Harry was expected to floo in at about five o'clock, and it was now four thirty. The twins were, as usual, making the most noise, this time debating with their father over their business, whether it brought in as much money as they had thought, assets, and other business subjects that did not fascinate Ginny as much as the twins liked. She went to sit down in the comfy chair by the fire, and, using a lap desk, continued with her 'scribe work'.
-was taken by a good friend of Dumbledore, Reubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts. It is said that Sirius Black, the man suspected of betrayal, was there. Harry Potter was taken by Hagrid to Dumbledore, who placed him under the care of Petunia and Vernon Dursley, sister and brother-in-law to Lily Potter. And so time passed, ten years where the Boy-Who-Lived was bossed around, ignored, and beaten on, by his aunt, uncle and cousin. In fact, he had no clue what and who he was until a certain gigantic man showed up at the door of their 'summer hideaway'.
PHOOSH
A cloud of dust spread out from the fireplace, and the boy in the midst of it stood up shakily, wiping off round, black-rimmed glasses.
"HARRY!!!" Ron and Hermione jogged out of the kitchen, faces happy, concerned, and embarrassed (for some reason) at the same time. Molly Weasley came from the pantry, arms already open in welcome. " Harry! Finally! We were starting to get worried!" It was only a few minutes past five. "Er.. Thanks, Mrs Weasley. I'm .. er.. here now." Harry was blushing slightly, uncomfortable with all this attention. Ginny smiled slightly, and stood up also to greet him. "Hey Harry. Glad you're here!" She gave him a quick hug, not giving him time to hug her back, and let the rest of the family envelope him. She knew that he would be awkward, no matter what she did. It was sweet, in a way. It helped her to remember he was an ordinary guy.
A/N: Hey this isn't my first fic, exactly, but it's the first one I've actually thought out for a plot. Kind of. No worries. The button down there, please use it. It is blue, and it says 'Submit review'. I really need some criticism. It's hard criticizing my own work.