Harry Potter And The Imprisoning War
Copyright: I, The Author do hereby proclaim that I do not own The Harry Potter World. It is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, and The W.B. Enterprises. I DO on the other hand, own a good deal of new things introduced in the book. Although I do not own them right and proper with a copyright. I would ask anyone to use my ideas to ask permission to use them.
Chapter 1: Return to a Childhood Hell
Harry Potter was in a right state when he entered the well furnished living room of Number Four Privet Drive. He had lost the last relative in his family that he had ever loved at this time (that was alive.) He had lost Sirius Black, Harry's "criminal" godfather. He had fell through a ragged and mysterious veil in The Ministry of Magic, London.
Sirius Black was Harry's godfather (like I said before.) He was considered a criminal for killing 12 Muggles and 1 wizard in a magical blast after the downfall of Voldemort. (The most feared Dark wizard in over 100 years.) But the true criminal was Peter "Wormtail" Pettigrew. The one wizard thought to be killed. After Sirius "cast" the blast, Peter turned into a rat (by the form of Animagi, or the transfiguration of one's own body into an animal's.) When Sirius was seen there, he was considered guilty and sent to Azkaban, the wizard prison. For twelve years, he stayed there until he sneaked passed using Animagi to become a large dog. Soon after, he met Harry. Over the next two years, they retained a brilliant friendship. But when Harry (unwittingly) believed that Sirius was being tortured and rushed to London to save Sirius, he found out it had been a trick of Voldemort. When Harry thought the end had come for all but naught, Sirius and the Order of the Phoenix came to save them. But when Sirius had been fighting his estranged cousin Bellatrix Lestrange, she blasted him into a mysterious veil which took Sirius, therefore assuming him dead.
When Uncle Vernon entered the room, he quickly spat out to Harry, "Boy get to your room quickly. The neighbors just peeked through the curtains!"
The Dursleys were not your natural British suburban family. The father and husband of the family was Vernon Dursley. He was a very large beefy man with hardly any neck and had a thick mustache that Kaiser Wilhelm the Second would have been proud of. He owned a firm called Grunnings; it made enough drills to be noted as "The Third most Productive Drill firm of Great Britain and Continental Europe." He was very aristocratic and proud of having a normal Muggle family. (Not a single ruddy drop of magic in there overly cholesteroled veins.)
Petunia Dursley was perhaps the most normal of the Dursleys. She was extraordinarily thin, had an extraordinary long neck, and had teeth like a horse's that needed a bad trip to the dentist. She was the typical British middle aged woman who spends all of her money and time pampering and spoiling her son and buying every tabloid and magazine she could get that she would read.
Dudley Dursley was the only blood son of the Dursley family. He was the perfect example of how today's youth is rotting at the seams. He was a good- for-nothing-but-to make-trouble kind of boy. He was extraordinarily fat, (he now has trouble getting through the doors in the house.) He was extraordinarily stupid, (he ruined the television remote by smashing it on the table when it wouldn't change the channel only to find out it hadn't been pointing at the television properly.) And a criminal to boot, (If he hadn't known the police rounds schedule, he would have a criminal report tall enough to reach the ceiling from the floor.)
Harry took the command to enter his room with out complaint or even words. His sadness for Sirius's death was so strong he took commands without words or complaints. He carried his trunk to his room, placed it on the floor and set his cage containing Hedwig (Harry's snowy white messenger owl) on the table a little harder then he would have normally done. (Hedwig got a very rude awakening, she had been napping.) went to his bed, fell face first on his pillow and bed... and cried. He cried for everybody. He cried for his parents, he cried for Cedric Diggory, He cried for Sirius, He cried for every person that Voldemort had killed or ruined their life.
But then he thought of something that he had not thought about in three days.
The Prophecy
The prophecy said that it was a man that had parents that thrice defied Voldemort, The man was born as the seventh month dies.(the end of May.) and the one the Dark lord considers the equal. for a moment, Harry considered before that this could include Neville. But in the end, it would be Harry. So in the end, Harry was either the Murderer of Voldemort, or the VIctem of Voldemort.
He continued crying for about half an hour (there was a large wet patch where his face was.) wiped his eyes and walked to his desk. He did not know what pressured him to do it, but suddenly he grabbed a piece of parchment, an inkpot and quill and wrote out..
Concerning Gryffindors: Gryffindors have been living and learning in the great castle of Hogwarts for over one thousand years. The Earth being after all, full of many different students of magic beyond countable numbers, Gryffindors must seem of little importance. Not being renowned as the greatest of warriors nor counted among the abnormally wise scholar. In fact it has been renowned by some adults that a Gryffindors only true passion is for violence and gambling. Another unfair observation, as we have also developed a keen interest of the drinking of butterbeer, and have recently learned of the so-called "art" of smoking Japanese dried seaweed through a pipe. But where the Gryffindor heart truly lie is in peace, rest, the devouring of good food, and being able to avoid doing homework and get a good mark on it. And so life has passed in peace among the four houses, each of us retaining our own passion of life. Gryffindor to strive for bravery and excellence, Ravenclaw to become the most intelligent, Hufflepuff to at least strive to normality. Slytherin... well, it is unknown of Slytherin's true passion of life is. But there will always be a Gryffindor to dominate a Slytherin...And there always will be.
BOY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING UP THERE?!! HYBERNATING?!!! GET DOWN TO MAKE DINNER!!!
Harry started, he did not know that he was taking so long. Heaving an enormous sigh, he replied, in a very light voice.
"Coming Uncle Vernon"
Harry then got up and ran downstairs. He daren't get his Uncle's temper up or Divine God knows what'll happens.
End Chapter
Hello! I am Warmongerer, Author of the tale Harry Potter and The Imprisoning War. AND also author to the later saga of The Falsebound Empire. This will depict Harry's life after school to his death. And please mind that in later chapters, there will be some racism made. Mainly to Americans. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE ETHNICCLY PROUD. I do not want countless flames and threats to me due to a few bit about Americans. Please also note that all future racisist comments are not true statements about the Authors mind, and are merely uses for the oppositions later in the story. Any person complaining to me of being racist will have know power to prove my being racist. Now for reviews, positive reviews and constructive criticism are welcome. Flames are accepted AS LONG AS THEY HAVE MEANING. I WALL NOT ACCEPT POINTLESS FLAMES. Please review as soon as you can. Thank you for reading and God Bless you and you families and relations.
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