Harry Potter
and
The Path of Fate
By RESlader
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter.
It is the property of one JK Rowling and Warner Brothers Incorporated.
A/N: This is the first in a seven part installment.
I have been reading both the Harry Potter canon as well as its fan-fiction for years and I can say that the Various writers online have made more compelling stories than the 7 'main-stream' books that Rowling written. I believe she could have extended
the series further than what she did so like many others before me I am writing my own fan fiction.
Talking
Thoughts
§Parsel-tongue§
Chapter One:
4 Private Drive
"I don't like this Albus. McGonagall said for the third time since arriving back at Hogwarts.
That is the best possible place for the boy Minerva. Dumbledoresaid wandlessly casting a mild compulsion charm.
Seeing the Transfiguration teacher leave his office, He smiled. All for the Greater Good.
Meanwhile, as dawn approached the spell Dumbledore had begun to take hold on the residence.
Nine years later, 21 July 1991
Waking up before anyone else Harry opened the door to his cupboard where he slept and fixed breakfast for the Dursleys. Taking great care not to burn the bacon, he finished preparing the meal as Vernon came down the stairs.
"Boy, you finished with breakfast yet? Vernon said.
"Yes, sir;" Harry said meekly. "It is waiting on the table."
"Where's my coffee?"
"I was waiting until you came down to pour it;" Harry said, recalling one of his first beatings for having the coffee waiting on the table.
"Mail's here," Dudley said as he came down the stairs
"Boy, go get the mail. Vernon barked at Harry.
Nodding he retrieved the mail and was surprised to find that one of them was for him.
Mr. H. Potter
Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Private Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey
Putting the rest of the envelopes on the table he began to open the letter as it was ripped out of his hands. Moving to grab the letter he watched in horror as it was ripped up before his eyes. Vernon then grabbed Harry and took his to Dudley's second
bedroom closing the door as he threw him down inside the room.
The next day Harry tried sneaking down as the mail was being delivered only to find Petunia sitting at the door already. I want-, he started
But Petunia had already ripped up the letter. This went on for a week alternating between Vernon and Petunia at the door when Vernon loaded everyone up in the family car and drove to a local motel. There was a knock at the door when Vernon answered the
manager asked if there was a 'H. Potter' at the residence when Vernon snatched the letter out of his hand and burned the letter in front of both Harry and the manager. Gathering his family he drove them to an abandoned cottage situated on a small
island in the middle of a lake.
Harry laid awake when he heard a noise at the door like a cannon firing he moved just in time as a moment later the door came crashing down to where he was previously. Outside the shack stood a nine foot man who then entered the room.
"Harry!" He boomed. I haven't seen yer since you were little.
"I'm sorry," Harry squeaked. But I don't know who you are.
"Oh, of course." He apologized. "Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys at Hogwarts. Call me Hagrid, I was a great friend of your parent when they went there."
Vernon regained he composure at that point at told Hagrid to get out of his house and Hagrid promptly told Dursley to shove it.
Digging in his pockets for something he brought out a slightly crushed box for Harry. Happy Birthday Harry, as he handed him the box and his envelope.
Mr. H. Potter
The Floor
Hut-on-the-Rock
The Sea
Pulling out the letter he read:
Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chief Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed is a list of all necessary books and
equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We expect your owl no later than July 31.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
"Await my owl?" Harry asked
"Gallopin' Gorgons, That reminds me," Hagrid said pulling out an owl.
Dumbledore,
Gave Harry his Letter, Taking him to buy things tomorrow.
Weather's horrible. Hope you're well.
Hagrid
Hagrid rolled up the note and gave it to the owl. With the letter in its beak it flew out into the storm.
"He's not going." Vernon said stubbornly.
"I'd like to see you try to stop him." Hagrid snapped back.
"We swore we'd beat it out of him, Wizard indeed," Vernon muttered to Petunia.
You knew? Harry asked, getting angry. What else have you not told me? What else have you lied about?
"Of course we knew," Petunia shrieked. "What else could you be with my sister being what she was? Oh she got her letter then she disappear to that school for months on end and she'd come back turning rats into teacups. I was the only one who saw her for
the freak that she was. Then she married that Potter and and had you. Then she went and got herself blown.
"Blown up?" Harry said, shouting now. "You told me they died in a car crash!"
"A car crash!" Hagrid roared. They were the bravest people I had ever met and for you to blatantly lie to their son is unforgivable. Come on, Harry. I'll get us a room at the Leaky Cauldron.
"Before we leave, Hagrid. Could you tell me how my parents died?" Harry asked
The story begins with a person called- it's incredible you don't know his name everyone in our world knows.
"Who?"
"Well, I don't like saying the name if I can help it. No one does."
"Why not?"
"See there was this wizard who went... bad. As bad as you could go. His name was-"
"Could you write it down?"
" Nah can't spell it. All right- Voldemort" – Hagrid shuddered. " Anyway about twenty years ago he started looking for followers. Got 'em too- Some were afraid, Some just wanted a bit of his power. Dark days, Harry. Didn't know who to trust and didn't
dare get friendly with strange witches and wizards... terrible things happened. He was taking over. 'Course some stood up to him- and he killed them. Horribly. Hogwarts was one of the only safe places left. You-Know-Who tried to kill you too, that
mark you have on your forehead ain't no ordinary cut. That's what you get when a powerful, evil curse touches you. Took care of your mum and dad, even your house- but not you and that's why your famous. No one lived after he decided to kill them.
Killed some of the best witches and wizards of the age the McKinnons, The Bones, The Prewitts. But you were just a baby and you lived.
As Hagrid's story came to a close he saw a blinding flash of green light more clearly than he ever remembered it before and something else, a high, cold, cruel laugh.
Took you from the house myself. On Dumbledore's orders, I brought you here.
Load of rubbish. Vernon muttered. Now you listen here, boy. We knew there was something strange about you. Nothing a good beating wouldn't have fixed. But we always knew your parents would come to a bad end.
This was enough to ignite Hagrid's fury once more. He turned to the fire place and pointed his umbrella at the grate. Suddenly there was a huge fire roaring. Taking a bag of powder out of his coat he handed some to Harry.
"Throw that into the fire, step into the flames and say 'Leaky Cauldron.'" Hagrid instructed. After harry was whisked away, Hagrid glared once more at the Dursleys and did the same disappearing into the flames.