Harry Potter and the Power of Two
Disclaimer; I don't own any of the characters (except for Holly). They belong to JKR so don't sue me.
(Dedicated to my mom and brother, who don't love Harry Potter as much as I do, but almost ^_^)
Sleeping Trouble
"Kill the spare."
The Boy Who Lived woke with a start at the sound of that sinister voice and the flash of blinding green light that ended the dream he'd been having since the end of his fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry Potter held his breath when he heard a low grunt come from his cousin Dudley in the next room. Harry had been careful to train himself not to cry out so he wouldn't wake the Dursleys.
Harry thought about what would happen if Uncle Vernon stormed into his room, demanded to know what all the racket was for and Harry told him that he'd been having a recurring nightmare because it was his fault that Cedric Diggory was murdered and The most feared dark wizard ever, Lord Voldemort, returned to power. He could already see his uncle's purple face telling him not to mention the W-word under his roof. Thankfully, Harry knew better than to say anything.
It was Harry's utmost wish that he could have someone that he could talk to about all that had happened at the end of the Triwizard Tournament. He thought about all the people that he could talk to about what he was feeling.
His best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, his godfather, Sirius Black, and even Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts. There was only one reason why he didn't want to write to any of these people though and that was because he knew that there was one thing that they'd all say: it wasn't his fault.
That was where they were all wrong. They hadn't been there in the centre of the maze where he convinced Cedric to take the cup with him. If it wasn't for him Cedric would still be alive and he would've faced Voldemort alone. And whose blood was used to bring Voldemort back to power? His. He didn't struggle; he didn't even fight. He just stood there and let that traitor, Wormtail, take his blood. Despite what everyone said everything would always be his fault.
It was just as the tears started to well up in his eyes that Harry heard the familiar tap-tap-tap of Hedwig on his bedroom window. She was back! Harry jumped out of bed eagerly to let her in. She wasn't alone however. In through the window flew two other owls. One Harry recognized right away as Ron's owl, Pig. The other must be the Hogwarts School owl.
Harry hurried to untie the letter from the school owl so it could be on its way. He had hardly finished untying the letter when the owl gave a hoot and flew out the window. Harry threw the letter on his bed and reached to grab Ron's letter from Pig who was flying around his head. When he had managed to get the letter from the energetic owl, he brought him over to Hedwig's cage and shoved a couple owl treats down his throat to keep him quiet. Hedwig glared at him. "Don't worry. There's still plenty left for you," Harry reassured her.
Harry hurriedly tore open the letter from his friend.
Hey Harry!
How's your summer going? I hope the Muggles aren't treating you too bad. Guess what? I talked to Mum and Dad and they said you could come and spend the rest of the summer with us. Cool, eh? Well, I gotta go. See you at the burrow.
Ron.
P.S. In the envelope with the letter is a small coin. It's a Portkey. Tap it with your wand and say "transportus." (don't worry, this doesn't count as doing magic)
Harry fought hard to suppress his excitement. He was getting away from the Dursleys for more than half the summer! He couldn't believe his luck.
He took Pig to the window and the owl flew away. He turned back to Hedwig. "Do you have the reply from Sirius?"
Hedwig hooted importantly, ruffled her feathers, and stuck out her leg so Harry could untie the letter that was attached there. It was indeed from Sirius. Harry had been waiting since he had returned from school for a letter from his godfather. He had been getting worried. He thought that the Ministry of Magic might have caught up with him. Thankfully, he was all right.
Hi Harry.
Sorry I haven't written to you for a while. I hope you haven't been too worried. I've been busy with some important business for Professor Dumbledore and I still am so you probably won't here from me for the rest of the summer. I will be at Hogwarts though when term starts so I'll look forward to seeing you there.
Love Sirius.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Sirius is okay, and he'll be at Hogwarts! Could this day get any better?
Harry scrambled around his room packing his school supplies hastily. He wanted to reach the Burrow as quickly as possible. Just as he was closing his trunk, he tore off a scrap piece of parchment and scribbled a note to the Dursleys, although he was sure they wouldn't mind that he took off for the rest of the summer. He just thought he'd be polite.
As Harry was checking that he hadn't forgotten any of his school supplies, he glanced up at his bedside clock. The red numbers glowed 2:03. He hoped the Weasleys wouldn't mind him showing up so early.
Taking one last look around the room, Harry pulled out his wand and touched it to the coin. "Transportus."
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Across the ocean, in the city of Oshawa in Canada, Holly Par woke with a throbbing headache. She'd had it constantly for about a week now. Ever since she found out her family would be moving to England.
Holly supposed that the headache wasn't just nervousness from the thrill of the move, but excitement at the news that she'd be attending school with her hero, Harry Potter.
Ever since Holly had heard about how Harry had survived the attack of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, she'd admired him. And all the commotion recently about how the Dark Lord had returned to power and Harry had survived again.
Holly had cut out a picture of Harry from the newspaper a couple of weeks ago and put it on her wall. She looked up at him. He was snoozing silently in his frame.
Just getting to see Harry Potter wasn't the reason her family was moving to England. Oshawa was a city composed mainly of Muggles and being a witch or wizard in this particular community was extremely difficult. Holly's family hoped to live a better life in England.
Holly lay back down on her be and tried to get back to sleep. Her family was leaving once the sun came up and she needed her rest. After about ten minutes of tossing and turning, Holly finally fell back asleep.
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A/N – There it is, the first chapter! I hope you like it. I know not much has happened yet, I'm just setting the mood so to speak. Sorry for the shortness. The next chapter's on the way and I'll try to make it a bit longer. 'Til then: read and review!
Kero.
