Harry Potter and The Last Summer
Chapter One: One Last Visit
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It's all the hands of God or Buddha or the universe, depends on your theory…
(singing and doing a very bad break dance) Guess whos back, back again? I am back! tell your friend...or ya mamma!
Well, I finally came up with an idea for a new fanfiction! Yay me! (claps)...sorry...to much little kid shows lately...
For the beginning its just in the summer after seventh year, but it may go on. It depends if I can get enough ideas to write a full length seventh book story. After reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince I decided not to write a seventh year fanfiction. I mean, writing a sixth year one is hard enought, but then it got really complicated! But, I might go on. Depends if anyone likes it. (A/N...everytime theres perentheses and they are bolded, that means its an Arthurs Note. It makes it easier to read, but sometimes I forget to put A/N)
Anyways, R&R!
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"Harry, dear?" A kind, soft voice that was obviously Mrs. Weasley's drew Harry back to focus.
"What?" He said looking up. A piece of his messy black hair fell into his face. He pushed it out to show the thin red lightning bolt scar on his forehead. (I'm sorry, if you don't know this, you shouldn't be here!) Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley and a Ministry official were squeezed into the back of a Ministry borrowed car. To avoid awkwardness Ginny and Hermione sat in the back, whispering and occasionally giggling, though both Ginny and Hermione didn't seem that into it. Ron and Harry obviously had other things on their mind: love, horcuxes, and the headmaster's sudden death were the main few.
When Mrs. Weasley spoke Harry looked out the window and realized they were turning into Privet Drive and that they would since reach Number Four. "Oh." He grabbed his trunk and was about to open the door when Mrs. Weasley's warm voice spoke again.
"No, Harry dear. I'm not saying to leave…" She gave a glance at the Ministry official who thankfully—showing the rare gift of a heart that few Aurors had anymore—turned on the radio to a modern station and leaned in so he could block out the conversation. "I was wondering if you really wanted to go back. Now that he's dead, I'm sure it will be okay for you to stay with us, you'll probably be safer there."
For a moment he thought of abandoning the Dursley's and stayingat the Burrowfor the rest of the summer before going on that lonely journey…But that reminded him that he had to stay with his muggle relatives. He was 'Dumbledore's man through and through,' he thought with a smile. I need to do this, he thought, just one more summer, one more time. I need to make sure his death isn't in vain...that Snape nor Voldemort get away unscarred.
"Harry?" Now everyone except for the auror was staring at him—but he swore he saw him look up—and he realized he was making a face of pure spite when he thought of Dumbledore's death.
With a smile he grabbed Hedwig and his trunk again, "No thanks, Mrs. Weasley. I have to do this, just one more time. It was Dumbledore's wish…" Everyone's eyes diverted each other. He knew this was good as time as any to jump out of the car. "BYE!" He yelled, knowing that Hermione and Ron wouldn't follow since they agreed that they would get enough of each other through out the year and that, just in case something went wrong—which made Harry's heart stop beating when he thought about it—that they would regret not spending all the time they could with their parents. Hermione was a little upset about this. It seemed as the years added up her and her parents didn't get along. They never dropped the dream of her being a dentist.
Yells filled the air with bye's and see you later's as he rung the door bell of that house. "Wait just a minute!" Aunt Petunia's false, cheery voice rang through the air. She opened the oak door and her very fake smile dropped, "It's you. You're back early." Harry could tell that every inch of her wanted to lock the door shut, but the warning of the Order members and Dumbledore's visit still ran strong in her mind since she walked away from the door, leaving it open. The black haired boy turned around and waved at the car. The blue vehicle soon drove away, and Harry turned into the house to stay in it for, hopefully, the last time of his life. With that thought in his mind and a smile on his head he ran to his room
Hedwig gave out a mad screech when the slamming door interrupted her sleep. After coaxing the snow white bird, he started unpacking his possessions when Uncle Vernon entered the room, slamming the door even harder. "You're here early." He growled. Vernon was defiantly angry, yet his face was not purple but white. He also didn't forget the visit of the powerful wizard.
"Yeah," Harry replied. "Someon—I mean, something happened. We had to end it early. Won't really be here for long, I'll be out on my birthday…July thirty-first." He finished when it seemed evident that his Uncle didn't know.
His Uncle's lipped curled, "Yes, it's my unfortunate fate to know when your birthday is." He turned red, like he was just thinking of all the problems Harry caused.
A slim,blackeyebrow raised into his forehead, disappearing into even more black hair. He turned with his hand in his pocket, grasping his wand. I think Uncle Vernon needs a reminder…, "Well, Uncle Vernon, it will be my seventeenth birthday…you know, when I'm fully legal in the wizarding world." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the large man's chin.
Harry's uncle snorted, "You can't do magic out of school. Not until your birthday. July twelve or what not."
"Counting the days, uncle Vernon. Counting the days." This finally grasped his uncle and he turned through the door without another word. Harry went back to his packing. It's the last visit…the last visit.
So...how did you like it? I spent forever on it!...Not really...I wrote it all today after finally thinking of an idea to start it out. So please tell me how you feel. Constructive critism, please. Once someone called mea ct for no reason. I like intelligent reviews, not stupid cussed out accusations.