Harry Potter and the Ghost of Adena
Hello. I'm Melissa, your wonderful little author. Ok, I know the whole Harry's 7th year thing has been done before, but this is different. No, I mean it. So please just read =) It works like I think a regular book would, not with teacher/student or slash relationships, because I really don't think that's going to happen. So, if you're into that kinda stuff, this is probably not for you. If you're a Snape fan, you might like it, though. I don't know, enough already.
I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did. Then I'd be rich and famous and woo! But, like I said, I don't, the characters and concepts all belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic and Warner Brothers... please don't sue me, I'm poor =)
Chapter 1: Dreams and Letters
The woman stood with her arms crossed, facing towards the wind. Her bright, red hair flapped back in protest, following suit with her long, black dress and robes. She unfolded her thin arms to reveal a single red rose.
She walked quickly, but gracefully, toward a large gravestone which resided under a leafless tree. As she bent down to the grave, she released the rose and traced her finger through the oily sand.
The cry of a young child echoed throughout the air. The woman's head shot up and glanced around, as she rose to her feet to look around.
"Severa?" She screamed into the night as she ran, but the voice only kept screaming. "Severa, where are you?"
The cry died and the woman slowly turned around, back to the grave where she had been standing.
On the stone laid a baby, wrapped in black linens.
Harry Potter awoke with a start and whipped the rest of sleep away from his eyes. His dreams had been so peculiar lately. So peculiar and so unexplainable.
He took his glasses from the side table and slipped them onto his face. The clock read three AM.
"Damn," he whispered. Only the soft whispers of the wind answered him.
He looked around. A month had already been marked off of his make-shift calendar. He only had a month longer to go. A month longer and then he never, ever had to see the Dursleys again! He couldn't wait until that last day.
He jumped slightly at the knock on his window, but quickly smiled at the sight of Hedwig.
"There you are, Girl," he said, opening the window, allowing the snowy owl to fly into the room. She dropped a letter into Harry's hands as she passed by.
"What's this?" he asked, rhetorically, as he undid the wax seal.
Harry, he read in Hermione's perfect handwriting,
How ever have you been? My family is doing fine.
Listen, there's a reason I wrote you. I would like to invite you and Ron to stay with our family for the remainder of the summer. I've spoken with Dumbledore about this, (we still need to be careful, Harry) and he says that he sees no problem with it. You'll be perfectly safe with us. Will you please ask your aunt and uncle? If they need my mother to call, I'm sure she will. If you can, my parents will be coming to pick you up on Sunday. Please write soon, Harry!
Love always,
Hermione
Harry smiled again as he sat down the letter. He didn't see how they could have a problem with it. Anything to get him out of the house sooner, and Hermione's parents were both Muggles. There was no way they would say no...
***
"No," Uncle Vernon answered flatly as he took another sip of his tea.
"No?!" Harry yelled. "Why?!"
"Don't you remember what happened the last time we let you off with your little friends? No!"
Harry's jaw dropped slightly again. "But, Uncle Vernon, be reasonable, Hermione's parents are non-", he caught himself before he said that dreadful "magic" word, "... normal, they'll be picking me up by car, right in front of the house..."
"I said no!" Uncle Vernon yelled, "And that will be that!"
Harry forced his mouth closed and left the room.
No?! How could he have said no?! The Weasleys hadn't done all that much damage the last time they came, and it wasn't like anyone saw! And Hermione's parents were Muggles, Uncle Vernon was so sure to have liked them.
As Harry entered his room, he pulled out a parchment roll and quill and wrote:
Hermione,
He put the tip of the quill to his mouth and considered for a second. "Dear Hermione, I'm sorry, but my aunt and uncle said no." "Hermione, I can't come. You and Ron have fun." "Hermione, thanks for the offer, but I can't..." He couldn't decide which to say. All were distasteful to his ear, and he didn't want to believe a single one of them...
My aunt and uncle said no, but I'm soon to write Ron. We'll find a way, don't worry. See you soon.
Love,
Harry
He folded the paper and sat it off to the side. Grabbing another sheet, he wrote:
Ron,
My aunt and uncle aren't letting me go to Hermione's. I'm going anyway, but I need a plan. Any ideas? Help would be much appreciated.
Harry
And, with that, the deed was done.
**
Thank you, Alina Seine, for pointing out that Hedwig was a female owl... I actually was arguing that with my friend before I posted. It's now fixed. And thanks for the great review, too
Hello. I'm Melissa, your wonderful little author. Ok, I know the whole Harry's 7th year thing has been done before, but this is different. No, I mean it. So please just read =) It works like I think a regular book would, not with teacher/student or slash relationships, because I really don't think that's going to happen. So, if you're into that kinda stuff, this is probably not for you. If you're a Snape fan, you might like it, though. I don't know, enough already.
I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did. Then I'd be rich and famous and woo! But, like I said, I don't, the characters and concepts all belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic and Warner Brothers... please don't sue me, I'm poor =)
Chapter 1: Dreams and Letters
The woman stood with her arms crossed, facing towards the wind. Her bright, red hair flapped back in protest, following suit with her long, black dress and robes. She unfolded her thin arms to reveal a single red rose.
She walked quickly, but gracefully, toward a large gravestone which resided under a leafless tree. As she bent down to the grave, she released the rose and traced her finger through the oily sand.
The cry of a young child echoed throughout the air. The woman's head shot up and glanced around, as she rose to her feet to look around.
"Severa?" She screamed into the night as she ran, but the voice only kept screaming. "Severa, where are you?"
The cry died and the woman slowly turned around, back to the grave where she had been standing.
On the stone laid a baby, wrapped in black linens.
Harry Potter awoke with a start and whipped the rest of sleep away from his eyes. His dreams had been so peculiar lately. So peculiar and so unexplainable.
He took his glasses from the side table and slipped them onto his face. The clock read three AM.
"Damn," he whispered. Only the soft whispers of the wind answered him.
He looked around. A month had already been marked off of his make-shift calendar. He only had a month longer to go. A month longer and then he never, ever had to see the Dursleys again! He couldn't wait until that last day.
He jumped slightly at the knock on his window, but quickly smiled at the sight of Hedwig.
"There you are, Girl," he said, opening the window, allowing the snowy owl to fly into the room. She dropped a letter into Harry's hands as she passed by.
"What's this?" he asked, rhetorically, as he undid the wax seal.
Harry, he read in Hermione's perfect handwriting,
How ever have you been? My family is doing fine.
Listen, there's a reason I wrote you. I would like to invite you and Ron to stay with our family for the remainder of the summer. I've spoken with Dumbledore about this, (we still need to be careful, Harry) and he says that he sees no problem with it. You'll be perfectly safe with us. Will you please ask your aunt and uncle? If they need my mother to call, I'm sure she will. If you can, my parents will be coming to pick you up on Sunday. Please write soon, Harry!
Love always,
Hermione
Harry smiled again as he sat down the letter. He didn't see how they could have a problem with it. Anything to get him out of the house sooner, and Hermione's parents were both Muggles. There was no way they would say no...
***
"No," Uncle Vernon answered flatly as he took another sip of his tea.
"No?!" Harry yelled. "Why?!"
"Don't you remember what happened the last time we let you off with your little friends? No!"
Harry's jaw dropped slightly again. "But, Uncle Vernon, be reasonable, Hermione's parents are non-", he caught himself before he said that dreadful "magic" word, "... normal, they'll be picking me up by car, right in front of the house..."
"I said no!" Uncle Vernon yelled, "And that will be that!"
Harry forced his mouth closed and left the room.
No?! How could he have said no?! The Weasleys hadn't done all that much damage the last time they came, and it wasn't like anyone saw! And Hermione's parents were Muggles, Uncle Vernon was so sure to have liked them.
As Harry entered his room, he pulled out a parchment roll and quill and wrote:
Hermione,
He put the tip of the quill to his mouth and considered for a second. "Dear Hermione, I'm sorry, but my aunt and uncle said no." "Hermione, I can't come. You and Ron have fun." "Hermione, thanks for the offer, but I can't..." He couldn't decide which to say. All were distasteful to his ear, and he didn't want to believe a single one of them...
My aunt and uncle said no, but I'm soon to write Ron. We'll find a way, don't worry. See you soon.
Love,
Harry
He folded the paper and sat it off to the side. Grabbing another sheet, he wrote:
Ron,
My aunt and uncle aren't letting me go to Hermione's. I'm going anyway, but I need a plan. Any ideas? Help would be much appreciated.
Harry
And, with that, the deed was done.
**
Thank you, Alina Seine, for pointing out that Hedwig was a female owl... I actually was arguing that with my friend before I posted. It's now fixed. And thanks for the great review, too