Well. I decided that I couldn't live without one serious HP Fic, so this is
here for all of you who appreciate decent plot lines. Yeah.
About: Harry confronts Voldemort at Hermione's house. Bad things happen. People are in the world of the dead and are tied to Voldemort. Only he can bring them back. But in exchange for their lives, he demands Harry's.
XD, read and Review Harry's seventh year.
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Harry flipped the pancakes over in the pan as the top began bubbling. He was not looking forwards to today. He hummed Placebo under his breath as he tossed some garlic into another pan with the bacon.
Dudley's diet was going so well, that Petunia had decided to make him a surprise fatty breakfast on his birthday. In fact, Dudley's diet was going uncannily well.Dudley was now an average sized guy, on the bulky side, but complete muscle. It unnerved Harry immensely, because he never knew what Dee would try next.
"Oh. Duddikins! Good Morning!" Petunia's shrill greeting drifted to his ears from the hallway.
"Is that bacon I smell?" Dudley asked excitedly, bee lining for the kitchen. "Look out Fag, I want breakfast!" Dudley cheered, shoving Harry to the side.
"It's not done yet, you pig." Harry muttered, stepping aside anyway.
He watched as Dudley scarfed down the entire pan of his heavily laboured breakfast in only a few bites.
"That is going straight to your ass." He said under his breath as Dudley retreated to the table upon his mother's insistence. Harry threw more bacon on the pan and served the pancakes and scrambled eggs.
"Happy Seventeenth Birthday Duddee!" Uncle Vernon boomed as he joined his family at the table. Uncle Vernon was a beastly monster. He had far too many necks for health and a moustache that was usually sprinkled with whatever he had been eating that day. His face was an unattractive shade of red at all times, and when he stood next to his primp, blond wife, he looked all the more immense.
Harry dished out the last of his bacon and took his seat at the opposite end of the table from Vernon. For some reason he felt like he held more power when he was seated at the head of the table. Harry inhaled his food and darted back up, excusing himself from dishes and ignoring Vernon's loud protests.
Slamming his bedroom door shut without the actual intention of making noise, Harry locked it abruptly with the magical lock that Mrs. Weasley had sent him over the summer. It would only open or close upon command from Harry. Be it from the inside or out.
He sighed, feeling liberated at being locked in his bedroom, and pulled up the loose floorboard from beside his bed. He pulled out a large, heavy plastic container and cracked it open. Large fudge brownies sat, slightly smashed together in the box before him. His mouth watered as he savoured the first bit. Mrs. Weasley really did spoil him on his birthday. As a matter of fact, Harry's Birthday was not for another four days, and he was already receiving presents.
Shoving his treats back into the floor, Harry unlocked his trunk. There was nothing he liked more than flipping through his old spell books and refreshing his memory on what lay ahead of him this year. Harry was praying with all of his heart that he would be accepted into the Auror training Academy in Southern Scotland. He wasn't sure though.
A sharp rapping on his window jerked Harry's gaze from his charms book. He opened the window to let a basketball sized pure black owl into his room. He wasn't expecting another letter. It wasn't even his birthday yet.
Harry dropped three Knuts into the pouch tied around the ebony owls ankle and pulled his letter off. Letting the owl out of the window, he shot Hedwig a glare. She was acting odd. She was pacing around the bottom of her cage. Harry knew she didn't like it, all pent up in her small cage, but mostly she just hooted, she never paced anxiously.
Harry pressed the intriguing matter to the back of his mind and tore his letter open and read:
Harry, Felicitations on surviving seventeen years.
There was no signature, but the writing struck Harry's memory. He recognized it from somewhere. He let go of the breath he didn't even know he was holding and sat down on the end of his bed. He glanced at Hedwig.
"You up to delivering something, Hedwig?" He asked, pulling a sheet of parchment and a quill from beneath his mattress. Hedwig hooted from her perch on his desk. She was up to anything that was more exciting that sitting in her dingy little cage. Harry scrawled a short, worried message to Hermione. Then an identical one to Ron. It simply asked them for their opinion on the letter and for a hasty reply.
Harry opened the window for Hedwig, and closing it slowly behind her Harry felt antsy about the letter sitting opened on his desk. He folded it quickly and tucked it beneath his mattress and sat on his bed once again. He was breathing shallowly. Something about that handwriting triggered memories that were lost in his mind. He didn't know where he remembered it from.
Harry was lost in though, sorting through his memories trying to figure out where he knew the writing from when Vernon began pounding on his door. Harry unlocked the door and opened it.
"Yes?" He asked calmly, trying not to laugh as the red faced Vernon panted before him.
"We are off. Taking Dudley to the Entertainment Park in Heathrow. Don't make any noise. Don't leave the house. Don't do any you-know-what. Don't make a mess." and he would have continued if Dudley hadn't squealed at him from downstairs that his friend Richard had arrived and they had to go NOW!
Harry nodded dismissively and watched as Vernon heaved his ever growing bulk down the stairs and out the door. Harry relaxed against he frame of his door as he peered out of his bedroom window. He could see the family's BMW pulling out of the drive and speeding away. Harry leaped down the stair three at a time, wondering why Dudley even had friends, let alone a different one each week. He used them like toilet paper.
Harry opened his fridge at the same time as the phone rang. He cursed the timing and closed the fridge, lunging for the phone as the third ring sounded.
"Hello?" He asked, uncertainly. He couldn't remember the last time he answered the phone.
"Harry?" Ron's voice sounded metallic through the phone.
"Hey Mate!" Harry grinned enthusiastically.
"Man. We are coming to pick you up , right now! Wanna stay round Hermione's for a few days a'fore we go to the Alley?" He asked excitedly. Harry most certainly did.
"My stuff is packed!" He assured Ron, bidding him farewell.
Harry forgot about food as he lunged back up the stairs and shoved the rest of his Wizarding artefacts into his trunk.
He couldn't wait to his friends after the long summer. School would be starting in one week exactly. He shoved a slight tingle of unease away as he dragged his bags down the stairs.
Harry opened the door, greeted by the honk of a car. Ron nodded a greeting, his face splitting into a grin. He grabbed Hedwig's cage and they closed the door behind them, walking away from Number Four privet drive.
"Hey! You got a new one!" Harry exclaimed, jogging up to the hovering car and loaded his things and Hedwig into the trunk, despite her squawks of protest.
Harry waved at Fred and George, who sat, looking quite comfortable in the front of the car. A flick of a lever and the press of a button was all it took for the invisibility booster to start, and the car to shoot straight up in the air.
Harry peered out the window of the car as it began to move jerkily forwards. He couldn't help but hope, and pray that it would be the last time he ever saw Number Four Privet Drive. He wouldn't miss it.
As they rose up into the clouds, Harry forgot about that past, the trying years that lay behind and before him. He just slumped against the worn leather seat, making himself comfortable.
"So. Harry. How was your summer so far?" Fred asked him, leaning unorthodoxly against the wheel as George spun to look at him.
"T'was good, Mate, And yours?" Harry asked, happy to be sitting with his friends making small talk.
"Not bad mate. I hooked up with Angelina." Fred cast him a wink. "Not bad." He added more to himself than anyone else.
George grinned. "Not as good as Katie Bell." George turned to Harry. "I've had em both." He explained, grinning at Harry.
Ron pressed his fingers against his temples. "Once you get them started they wont stop. Girls have been throwing themselves at them since that stunt they pulled in the entrance."
"Nonsense Ron. You don't really want us to shut up. If it weren't for us, you wouldn't get any first hand tips at all." George quipped, offering Harry a chocolate frog from a large basket. Harry obliged, just laughing at Ron's red face.
"And how would you know I don't have first hand experience of my own?" Ron asked, stubbornly.
"Because, Laddie, You turn bright pink when anyone says Vagina." Fred said, nodding to emphasize his point. Ron blushed. "There you see?"
Harry laughed as he chewed on his chocolate frog.
They arrived at the Burrow before Harry knew it. Time flew right by. Harry grabbed his stuff and hauled it up to Ron's room before withdrawing to the kitchen with the twins.
"What's for dinner mum?" Ron asked, flopping down next to Harry at the table. Mrs. Weasley, who was looking as plump and healthy as ever merely proceeded opening pots and stirring pans.
"Mum! What's for dinner?!" Ron asked a bit louder.
"Hmm.. Pardon dear, I wasn't listening." Mrs. Weasley said, looking up over the counter at Ron as she stirred an enormous sauce pan of something that smelled spicy and delicious. "Oh. Harry dear, Wonderful to see you. I trust you got my fudge?" Mrs. Weasley asked, brushing Ron's question off. It didn't matter, he was drooling, and could obviously tell by the smell what was to come of him.
"Yes, it was Wonderful Mrs. Weasley. Thank you so much." Harry said politely, thinking about how much he really did love her fudge. He was about to voice how her fudge was what kept him sane over the summer, but Arthur Weasley burst in, his face red and his chest heaving.
"Rough Day." He muttered, helping himself to a piece of Garlic bread from the stove top. He kissed Mrs. Weasley on the cheek. "How was your day, Molly?" He asked, dropping his briefcase by the stairs. He didn't wait for her to respond when he saw Harry.
"Harry! I learned about something called a Deeveedee player. DO you know of this thing?" Arthur asked him, animatedly.
"Err.yeah." Harry said, busying himself with brushing his hair out of his eyes.
"Sorry Dad. We are headed upstairs." Ron saved Harry, pulling him away from the table by his upper arm.
Harry thanked Ron silently with his eyes. As much as he loved the burrow, The constant questions about muggle artefacts from Arthur was sometimes overwhelming.
A tall, thin woman stood at the top of the stairs, dark hair spilling over her shoulders. He thought that she must be a friend of Ginny's or something and stepped aside to let her pass. Then he caught her eyes. Blue and Green eyes filled with mischief blinked up at him, framed by long red lashes.
"Ginny?" He squeaked, staring at her.
"Hello Harry." Ginny said, smiling looking kind of creeped out.
"I didn't recognize you." Harry said, still shocked at the change in her.
She looked a tad nervous, but kept smiling. "Why not?" She seemed genuinely confused as she stepped down another step.
"You.changed." Harry summarized it.
She really had. In place of a short, child wearing layer of baby fat over her was a tall, lean and graceful looking sixteen year old girl. Her hair had been dyed or something, Harry wasn't the best one at hair things, but it was definitely longer. His waved gently around her face and down her back. Harry didn't really know what to say. Her eyes were sparkly and they were different. Harry thought she might have makeup or something on, but he wasn't certain. Her. chest had really developed.
"You mean I got boobs?" She asked, crudely.
At the mention of the word, Harry eyes flicked down to her chest. He brought them back up in a millisecond, but the smirk on Ginny's face told she had caught him. He smiled nervously back. She seemed confident. He didn't say anything. Ron scowled at her and pulled Harry past.
"Nice to see you again Harry." Ginny called, bouncing down the last of the stairs.
Harry shrugged the odd encounter off and followed Ron to his room.
"If you ever, come even close enough to touch her, I will kill you." Ron said, his face serious.
Harry blinked at him for a moment then started laughing. He doubled over on Ron's bed, clutching the wall, laughing his head off.
"Oh." He said, regaining himself. "You were serious?"
About: Harry confronts Voldemort at Hermione's house. Bad things happen. People are in the world of the dead and are tied to Voldemort. Only he can bring them back. But in exchange for their lives, he demands Harry's.
XD, read and Review Harry's seventh year.
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Harry flipped the pancakes over in the pan as the top began bubbling. He was not looking forwards to today. He hummed Placebo under his breath as he tossed some garlic into another pan with the bacon.
Dudley's diet was going so well, that Petunia had decided to make him a surprise fatty breakfast on his birthday. In fact, Dudley's diet was going uncannily well.Dudley was now an average sized guy, on the bulky side, but complete muscle. It unnerved Harry immensely, because he never knew what Dee would try next.
"Oh. Duddikins! Good Morning!" Petunia's shrill greeting drifted to his ears from the hallway.
"Is that bacon I smell?" Dudley asked excitedly, bee lining for the kitchen. "Look out Fag, I want breakfast!" Dudley cheered, shoving Harry to the side.
"It's not done yet, you pig." Harry muttered, stepping aside anyway.
He watched as Dudley scarfed down the entire pan of his heavily laboured breakfast in only a few bites.
"That is going straight to your ass." He said under his breath as Dudley retreated to the table upon his mother's insistence. Harry threw more bacon on the pan and served the pancakes and scrambled eggs.
"Happy Seventeenth Birthday Duddee!" Uncle Vernon boomed as he joined his family at the table. Uncle Vernon was a beastly monster. He had far too many necks for health and a moustache that was usually sprinkled with whatever he had been eating that day. His face was an unattractive shade of red at all times, and when he stood next to his primp, blond wife, he looked all the more immense.
Harry dished out the last of his bacon and took his seat at the opposite end of the table from Vernon. For some reason he felt like he held more power when he was seated at the head of the table. Harry inhaled his food and darted back up, excusing himself from dishes and ignoring Vernon's loud protests.
Slamming his bedroom door shut without the actual intention of making noise, Harry locked it abruptly with the magical lock that Mrs. Weasley had sent him over the summer. It would only open or close upon command from Harry. Be it from the inside or out.
He sighed, feeling liberated at being locked in his bedroom, and pulled up the loose floorboard from beside his bed. He pulled out a large, heavy plastic container and cracked it open. Large fudge brownies sat, slightly smashed together in the box before him. His mouth watered as he savoured the first bit. Mrs. Weasley really did spoil him on his birthday. As a matter of fact, Harry's Birthday was not for another four days, and he was already receiving presents.
Shoving his treats back into the floor, Harry unlocked his trunk. There was nothing he liked more than flipping through his old spell books and refreshing his memory on what lay ahead of him this year. Harry was praying with all of his heart that he would be accepted into the Auror training Academy in Southern Scotland. He wasn't sure though.
A sharp rapping on his window jerked Harry's gaze from his charms book. He opened the window to let a basketball sized pure black owl into his room. He wasn't expecting another letter. It wasn't even his birthday yet.
Harry dropped three Knuts into the pouch tied around the ebony owls ankle and pulled his letter off. Letting the owl out of the window, he shot Hedwig a glare. She was acting odd. She was pacing around the bottom of her cage. Harry knew she didn't like it, all pent up in her small cage, but mostly she just hooted, she never paced anxiously.
Harry pressed the intriguing matter to the back of his mind and tore his letter open and read:
Harry, Felicitations on surviving seventeen years.
There was no signature, but the writing struck Harry's memory. He recognized it from somewhere. He let go of the breath he didn't even know he was holding and sat down on the end of his bed. He glanced at Hedwig.
"You up to delivering something, Hedwig?" He asked, pulling a sheet of parchment and a quill from beneath his mattress. Hedwig hooted from her perch on his desk. She was up to anything that was more exciting that sitting in her dingy little cage. Harry scrawled a short, worried message to Hermione. Then an identical one to Ron. It simply asked them for their opinion on the letter and for a hasty reply.
Harry opened the window for Hedwig, and closing it slowly behind her Harry felt antsy about the letter sitting opened on his desk. He folded it quickly and tucked it beneath his mattress and sat on his bed once again. He was breathing shallowly. Something about that handwriting triggered memories that were lost in his mind. He didn't know where he remembered it from.
Harry was lost in though, sorting through his memories trying to figure out where he knew the writing from when Vernon began pounding on his door. Harry unlocked the door and opened it.
"Yes?" He asked calmly, trying not to laugh as the red faced Vernon panted before him.
"We are off. Taking Dudley to the Entertainment Park in Heathrow. Don't make any noise. Don't leave the house. Don't do any you-know-what. Don't make a mess." and he would have continued if Dudley hadn't squealed at him from downstairs that his friend Richard had arrived and they had to go NOW!
Harry nodded dismissively and watched as Vernon heaved his ever growing bulk down the stairs and out the door. Harry relaxed against he frame of his door as he peered out of his bedroom window. He could see the family's BMW pulling out of the drive and speeding away. Harry leaped down the stair three at a time, wondering why Dudley even had friends, let alone a different one each week. He used them like toilet paper.
Harry opened his fridge at the same time as the phone rang. He cursed the timing and closed the fridge, lunging for the phone as the third ring sounded.
"Hello?" He asked, uncertainly. He couldn't remember the last time he answered the phone.
"Harry?" Ron's voice sounded metallic through the phone.
"Hey Mate!" Harry grinned enthusiastically.
"Man. We are coming to pick you up , right now! Wanna stay round Hermione's for a few days a'fore we go to the Alley?" He asked excitedly. Harry most certainly did.
"My stuff is packed!" He assured Ron, bidding him farewell.
Harry forgot about food as he lunged back up the stairs and shoved the rest of his Wizarding artefacts into his trunk.
He couldn't wait to his friends after the long summer. School would be starting in one week exactly. He shoved a slight tingle of unease away as he dragged his bags down the stairs.
Harry opened the door, greeted by the honk of a car. Ron nodded a greeting, his face splitting into a grin. He grabbed Hedwig's cage and they closed the door behind them, walking away from Number Four privet drive.
"Hey! You got a new one!" Harry exclaimed, jogging up to the hovering car and loaded his things and Hedwig into the trunk, despite her squawks of protest.
Harry waved at Fred and George, who sat, looking quite comfortable in the front of the car. A flick of a lever and the press of a button was all it took for the invisibility booster to start, and the car to shoot straight up in the air.
Harry peered out the window of the car as it began to move jerkily forwards. He couldn't help but hope, and pray that it would be the last time he ever saw Number Four Privet Drive. He wouldn't miss it.
As they rose up into the clouds, Harry forgot about that past, the trying years that lay behind and before him. He just slumped against the worn leather seat, making himself comfortable.
"So. Harry. How was your summer so far?" Fred asked him, leaning unorthodoxly against the wheel as George spun to look at him.
"T'was good, Mate, And yours?" Harry asked, happy to be sitting with his friends making small talk.
"Not bad mate. I hooked up with Angelina." Fred cast him a wink. "Not bad." He added more to himself than anyone else.
George grinned. "Not as good as Katie Bell." George turned to Harry. "I've had em both." He explained, grinning at Harry.
Ron pressed his fingers against his temples. "Once you get them started they wont stop. Girls have been throwing themselves at them since that stunt they pulled in the entrance."
"Nonsense Ron. You don't really want us to shut up. If it weren't for us, you wouldn't get any first hand tips at all." George quipped, offering Harry a chocolate frog from a large basket. Harry obliged, just laughing at Ron's red face.
"And how would you know I don't have first hand experience of my own?" Ron asked, stubbornly.
"Because, Laddie, You turn bright pink when anyone says Vagina." Fred said, nodding to emphasize his point. Ron blushed. "There you see?"
Harry laughed as he chewed on his chocolate frog.
They arrived at the Burrow before Harry knew it. Time flew right by. Harry grabbed his stuff and hauled it up to Ron's room before withdrawing to the kitchen with the twins.
"What's for dinner mum?" Ron asked, flopping down next to Harry at the table. Mrs. Weasley, who was looking as plump and healthy as ever merely proceeded opening pots and stirring pans.
"Mum! What's for dinner?!" Ron asked a bit louder.
"Hmm.. Pardon dear, I wasn't listening." Mrs. Weasley said, looking up over the counter at Ron as she stirred an enormous sauce pan of something that smelled spicy and delicious. "Oh. Harry dear, Wonderful to see you. I trust you got my fudge?" Mrs. Weasley asked, brushing Ron's question off. It didn't matter, he was drooling, and could obviously tell by the smell what was to come of him.
"Yes, it was Wonderful Mrs. Weasley. Thank you so much." Harry said politely, thinking about how much he really did love her fudge. He was about to voice how her fudge was what kept him sane over the summer, but Arthur Weasley burst in, his face red and his chest heaving.
"Rough Day." He muttered, helping himself to a piece of Garlic bread from the stove top. He kissed Mrs. Weasley on the cheek. "How was your day, Molly?" He asked, dropping his briefcase by the stairs. He didn't wait for her to respond when he saw Harry.
"Harry! I learned about something called a Deeveedee player. DO you know of this thing?" Arthur asked him, animatedly.
"Err.yeah." Harry said, busying himself with brushing his hair out of his eyes.
"Sorry Dad. We are headed upstairs." Ron saved Harry, pulling him away from the table by his upper arm.
Harry thanked Ron silently with his eyes. As much as he loved the burrow, The constant questions about muggle artefacts from Arthur was sometimes overwhelming.
A tall, thin woman stood at the top of the stairs, dark hair spilling over her shoulders. He thought that she must be a friend of Ginny's or something and stepped aside to let her pass. Then he caught her eyes. Blue and Green eyes filled with mischief blinked up at him, framed by long red lashes.
"Ginny?" He squeaked, staring at her.
"Hello Harry." Ginny said, smiling looking kind of creeped out.
"I didn't recognize you." Harry said, still shocked at the change in her.
She looked a tad nervous, but kept smiling. "Why not?" She seemed genuinely confused as she stepped down another step.
"You.changed." Harry summarized it.
She really had. In place of a short, child wearing layer of baby fat over her was a tall, lean and graceful looking sixteen year old girl. Her hair had been dyed or something, Harry wasn't the best one at hair things, but it was definitely longer. His waved gently around her face and down her back. Harry didn't really know what to say. Her eyes were sparkly and they were different. Harry thought she might have makeup or something on, but he wasn't certain. Her. chest had really developed.
"You mean I got boobs?" She asked, crudely.
At the mention of the word, Harry eyes flicked down to her chest. He brought them back up in a millisecond, but the smirk on Ginny's face told she had caught him. He smiled nervously back. She seemed confident. He didn't say anything. Ron scowled at her and pulled Harry past.
"Nice to see you again Harry." Ginny called, bouncing down the last of the stairs.
Harry shrugged the odd encounter off and followed Ron to his room.
"If you ever, come even close enough to touch her, I will kill you." Ron said, his face serious.
Harry blinked at him for a moment then started laughing. He doubled over on Ron's bed, clutching the wall, laughing his head off.
"Oh." He said, regaining himself. "You were serious?"
