Harry Potter Fanfic Yrs. 1-7
Harry Potter Fanfic Yr. 1-7
Ch.1 The Letter
Harry awoke suddenly to a sharp rapping on the door to his cupboard. He sat up, grumbling and pulled on his clothes. He went into the kitchen and started making breakfast.
He finished the breakfast then set the table and sat down to eat his piece of toast. "Why don't you ever fix your hair boy!" snarled his uncle Vernon over a mouthful of sausage. Harry didn't say anything; he just finished eating his toast and sat there. He knew his aunt and uncle wanted him to say something so they could start yelling. As he finished his toast he heard the post coming in through the door slot. "Go get the post boy!" Harry jumped up from the table and went to the front door. He picked up the mail and glanced at the letter on top. His head jerked back around. He couldn't believe it, the letter on top was addressed to…him! He took the letter and placed it in his pocket. 'I'll read it later.' He thought. 'They'd take it away if they knew I had mail.'
"Where's the post boy?!" Bellowed Uncle Vernon. Harry jumped then ran into the dining room. He handed the post over to his uncle, who snatched it out of his hand and sneered up at him. "Now go to the bathroom and fix your hair!" He said in a now voice. Harry nodded obediently. "Yes Uncle Vernon." He said then ran up to the bathroom.
As he entered the bathroom he took the note out of his pocket. He sat down on the toilet and opened the letter eagerly. He read through it and frowned. 'there must be some mistake…I can't be a…wizard.' He read through it again and came to the conclusion that the Dursleys' must be playing a trick on him. 'Yeah, that's it, I'll go downstairs and they'll be roaring with laughter.' He thought as he stood up and tried to fix his hair.
After his futile attempt to fix his hair he went back downstairs. As he entered the dining room his uncle looked up at him. "I thought I told you to fix that blasted hair of yours!" he shouted. "Well anyway sit down boy we have something to tell you!" Harry sat down and frowned. 'Here it is, their going to tell me it was all a joke.' He thought to himself. "Now, while you were upstairs, little dudderkins here, opened all his presents and has decided he wants to go to the zoo, so we're going to the zoo." Harry looked dumbfounded; they didn't say anything about the letter. "We're going to the zoo?" He asked. "Yes, that is me, your aunt, Dudley, and one of his friends. Now I don't want you anywhere near this house so you're going to be staying with Ms. Figg until we get back." Harrys face fell, he hated staying with Ms. Figg. She always had to show him old pictures of all her cats, and her house smelled.
Sure enough one hour later Harry was sitting on Ms. Figgs couch looking through old photographs. "This one here is Mr. Tibbles, oh he'd chase that string for hours. Oh and this one is Mimi, do you see her Harry? She's up in the cat tree. She loved hitting people as they walked by." Harry didn't hear a word of this, he was thinking about that letter. "Now that I think about it the Dursleys don't have a sense of humor and they hate anything abnormal, so they wouldn't make a joke about magic. What if the letter is real?" he whispered to himself. "What was that Harry?" Harry looked up at her. "Oh…well, I guess it'll be okay to show you."
Harry dug into his pocket for the letter and pulled it out to show it to her. When he showed it to her she stared at it for a minute then looked up at him. "So, you finally got your letter huh?" Harry gaped at her. "You mean…you know what this is?" Ms. Figg nodded. "Yes, even though I never got mine, I do know what it is. That's your acceptance letter into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and wizardry." Harry gaped at her. "You mean this thing is real? I…I'm really a wizard?" Ms. Figg chuckled. "Yes, my dear boy, yes you are." Harry stared down at his letter. "But…I can't be a wizard. If I was…the how come Dudley never turned into a toad or something every time he tried to punch me?" Ms. Figg smiled knowingly at him. "That's why you have to go to school Harry, to learn how to use your powers." Harry nodded. "I guess that makes sense. Well if I'm to go to this school…Is there someone I need to contact? And if there is…how do I do it?" Ms. Figg shook her head. "No, there is no one you need to contact. But seeing as your aunt and uncle probably won't let you go, I'll send an owl to Dumbledore." Harry gave her a strange look. "You're going to send what to who?" Ms. Figg chuckled and pulled out a piece of parchment, wrote a short letter, and left the room. Harry watched her leave, a little curious. A few minutes later she returned carrying a small brown owl. "I'm sending an owl to Dumbledore. Owls are how we send messages and Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts." She walked over to the window and let the bird fly.
They only had to wait for an hour; the Dursleys said they'd be gone all day, when they heard a loud crack come from the middle of the room. Harry jumped backwards and toppled over the back of the couch. "Hello Ms. Figg how are you?" said a man from the other side of the couch. "I'm fine Remus, Where's Albus? I meant for him to come." She said. "He had some business to attend to so he asked me to come. Where's Harry? I don't see him. I know his sister would like to see him, she doesn't believe me she has an older brother." Harry popped out from behind the couch just then. "I have a sister? How come I've never met her? How did you get here? What was that sound? Who are you?" He asked in a fast pace. Remus laughed. "Hello Harry, I haven't seen you since you were a baby. Merlin! You look just like your father, except for your eyes; they're your mothers' eyes. Sit down please and we can talk." Harry sat back down on the couch. Remus smiled at him and sat down in an armchair.
Harry looked at the strange man in front of him. "who are you and how do you know me?" Remus smiled. "Well as for who I am, my name is Remus Lupin. As for how I know you I was one of your fathers' best friends before he and Lily were…murdered." Harrys head shot up. "Murdered? But… my aunt and uncle said they died in a car crash." Remus' eyes narrowed. "Died in a car crash! Lily and James died in a car crash?!" He said in a dangerous voice. "I'll see about that when I talk to them later." Harry frowned. "Talk to them later? They'll kill me!" Remus smiled menacingly. "Not with me there they won't. Is there anything else you wanted to know?"
Harry thought for a minute then nodded. "Yeah, who's my sister and how come I don't know her?" Remus grinned. "Ahh I thought we'd get there. Your sisters' name is Lily and she's a year younger then you are. You haven't met her because she lives with me. Your aunt and uncle don't like anything to do with magic, so they wouldn't let us visit." Harry grimaced. "That could be the reason why I sleep in the cupboard under the stairs and forced to do their bidding." Harry saw Remus' eyes flash and quickly changed the subject. "So…when can I meet my little sister?" Remus thought for a minute. "Well she's staying the night at her best friends' house. She's going to Diagon Alley tomorrow so her friends' brothers can buy their school books. You know I'll tell you what, lets go to your house so I can talk to your aunt and uncle when they get home, then I'll take you to your sister. We'll stay the night there." Harry grinned for the first time all night. "Are you serious? I can go with you?" Remus laughed. "Yes, but first lets go to your house." Harry nodded and stood up, said goodbye to Ms. Figg and went across the street.
They waited in the living room for about thirty minutes before the front door slammed open. "Why are you home boy?" Bellowed Uncle Vernon. "You're supposed to be at that old bats place! You won't eat for a…" at that moment Uncle Vernon came into the living room and spotted Remus. "Who the bloody hell are you?!" Remus stood up. "My name is Remus Lupin and I've come to talk to you about Harry going to Hogwarts. He has his letter, he's read it, and he wants to go." Uncle Vernon looked at Harry his face turning red. "You're not going anywhere boy! You're staying right here and I won't pay for you to learn magic tricks!" Remus laughed. "And who's going to stop him Vernon you? I just came here to tell you that I'm taking him to see some friends of mine and you won't see him until he returns from school next summer." Uncle Vernon growled. "Fine but he's not returning to my house! If you take him, you keep the ungrateful little git!" Remus pulled out a long thin piece of wood and gave a Farrell growl. He waved the piece of wood at a fat Dudley who was busily eating an ice cream cone. Dudley gave a squeak and grew a pig tail. "Come on Harry" said Remus and dragged a laughing Harry out the door.
They walked back to Ms. Figgs house and knocked on the door. She opened the door. "Oh, Remus, I thought you'd be gone by now." Remus smiled. "I'm sorry, Arabella, but I need to use your fireplace, I told Lily that I would be flooing to her friends' house." Ms. Figg smiled. "Oh, yes of course Remus. She stepped away to let him and Harry enter the house. Remus grabbed what looked like gunpowder and through it into the fire. "Come on Harry." He said then grabbed him and walked into the fire and shouted. "The Burrow!'