Harry Potter and The Secret of Sabriel
An original fanfiction by Karura
Chapter 1-The Floo Powder Plan
Disclaimer-All characters in this story are copyrights of J.K. Rowling. Except for Sabriel, who is a copyrighted character of Karura Koremanu, 2000. This is my first HP fic, please R/R!!
Harry Potter was absolutely fed up. All 14 years of his life, he had lived an unbearabe life with the Dursleys on Pivet Drive, number 4. The only amount of power Harry had over them was the threat of his godfather, Sirius Black, not receiving word from him, and even that was wearing out. Harry needed a plan, a plan to escape the Dursleys-once an for all. Once again, he was forced to pick the lock on the cupboard to get his wizarding stuff out. Once again, he had to do his work by the light of a flashlight, hiding all of it under the loose floorboard under his bed. One morning, Harry fell asleep over his homework, and when he woke up, he could hear his Aunt Petunia screaming for him to come down for breakfast. As he was packing the last of his homework under the floorboard, Dudley walked in. "What are you up to?" Dudley asked suspiciously.Harry got out from under the bed and walked by Dudley, saying ever so calmly, "Bite me." "MO-O-O-O-O-M!!! HARRY TOLD ME TO BITE HIM!!" Dudley shouted down the stairs. Uncle Vernon's voice called back, "So bite him!" Harry sighed. He only had 3 weeks left there.
Once again, Molly Weasley (Harry's best friend Ron Weasley's mother), wrote a polite-as-could-be letter to his aunt and uncle asking Harry to come stay, but Harry managed to get the mail first, stashing the letter in his pocket. He remembered the threat given to him by Uncle Vernon after last term: "Remember, boy, ONE MORE LETTER from that-that FAMILY," he had sneered,"And you'll see the rest of the closet under the stairs for the rest of your life!" Harry, however, had been writing to and resceiving letters back-and-forth with Ron ever since school had ended.
The night after his 15th birthday, Harry lay in bed, his quill between his teeth, reading a book that might help write his Herbology paper. Harry only had half a roll of parchment left to write, and he would be finished with all of his holiday homework. Just then, he heard a soft tapping noise on the window. Harry turned to see Hedwig, Pigwidgeon, and a tawny-colored owl flying near the window. Harry smiled ad leaped out of bed, letting the owls in through his window. Hedwig lighty pecked Harry's finger and flew to her cage, drinking some water. Harry opened the first package: It was a box and a letter from Ron.
"Dear Harry,
Well, I've considered the situation and I have thought up an idea that just might work. When your Aunt and Uncle go to the banquet this Saturday, take this sack of Floo Powder and teleport your things here. I only manage to sneak enough to make two trips, so send all your things first (I'll be sure to get them), then send yourself. Send your response with Hedwig, I'll keep her here."
The letter went on with the usual rambling going on in the Weasley household. Harry nearly woke the Dusleys with his laughing when he read about Fred and George slipping a stink bomb into Percy's room. "Totally ruined his project for the Ministry..." Ron wrote. Harry finally consoled himself enough to open the box Ron sent along. It was a small leather bag, and sure enough, there was only about two handfuls of Floo Powder in it. Harry set the bag aside and read the peice of parchment he took off Hedwig's leg. It was a letter from Sirius. It was shorter than usual, reading,
"Dear Harry-
Please do not respond to this letter until you arrive at Hogwarts. Hopefully, by then, I'll have found a new hiding place. They're becoming scarce, and I was damn near caught two days ago. However, if anything highly unusual happens, be sure to send a letter.
Sirius "
Harry shook his head in exasperation and set the letter aside. Sirius was always worrying about him. He untied the thick envelope attached to the tawny owl, which flew away afterward. It was just the usual letter from Hogwarts, which seemed to get thicker each year. Harry looked at the clock by his bed; it read 3:00 A.M. Harry quickly scribbled a response to Ron, tied it to Pig, then turned to Hedwig. "Hedwig,"he began, "You need to go with Pig to the Burrow and stay with Ron. I'll be there tomorrow night. Do you have enough strength to take your cage with you?" Hedwig nodded and flapped outside the window. Hary gently held the cage outside, Hedwig grabbing it with her strong talons. Pigwidgeon and Hedwig flew off into the early morning dawn as Harry shut the window. He shoved the letters under the loose floorboard beneath his bed, laid out some clothes for tomorrow, and made sure that his trunk was hidden and packed, as it had been for weeks, along with his wizarding tools. Harry then flopped down on the bed, waiting for Aunt Petunia to start banging on the door.
Later that evening, Petunia and Vernon Dursley were preparing to leave for the banquet. It was for Grunnings, Vernon Dursley's company. Petunia asked her husband, "Vernon, are you sure leaving him here is a safe idea?" Him being Harry. "It better be," Vernon said, "I'm locked him in the bedroom, and there are no spare keys."
Harry laid on his bed, disgusted. This was an unexpected turn of events. He listened ruefully as Dudley waddled into his parents room and said, "How do I look?" Vernon, boasting-like, replied, "Atta boy Dudley! Always looking his best, the young chap!" After a few more minutes (which was pure torture to Harry), they gathered their things and walkeed out the door. As soon as Harry heard the car door slam, he jumped out of bed, and took the paper clip out of his dresser. "I learned a thing or two from Fred and George..." he said to himself. After successfully picking the lock, Harry grabbed his things from the closet and took them downstairs. He gently set his trunk in the fireplace, threw some Floo Powder on it, and cried, "The Burrow!" In a flash, his stuff was gone. Harry thought he would be home free when he heard a sound that made his blood run cold: the Dursley's car pulling into the driveway. Panicked, he got in the fireplace and tried to open the sack. The door opened and Vernon stepped in. "Ruddy forgot my wallet," he mumbled, not noticing Harry. Harry thought it'd be nice to give his "Uncle" one ast scare, so he threw the rest of the powder over him. Vernon heard the crackling of the fire and whirled aound just in time to see Harry cry out, "The Burrow!" and vanish before his eyes.
An original fanfiction by Karura
Chapter 1-The Floo Powder Plan
Disclaimer-All characters in this story are copyrights of J.K. Rowling. Except for Sabriel, who is a copyrighted character of Karura Koremanu, 2000. This is my first HP fic, please R/R!!
Harry Potter was absolutely fed up. All 14 years of his life, he had lived an unbearabe life with the Dursleys on Pivet Drive, number 4. The only amount of power Harry had over them was the threat of his godfather, Sirius Black, not receiving word from him, and even that was wearing out. Harry needed a plan, a plan to escape the Dursleys-once an for all. Once again, he was forced to pick the lock on the cupboard to get his wizarding stuff out. Once again, he had to do his work by the light of a flashlight, hiding all of it under the loose floorboard under his bed. One morning, Harry fell asleep over his homework, and when he woke up, he could hear his Aunt Petunia screaming for him to come down for breakfast. As he was packing the last of his homework under the floorboard, Dudley walked in. "What are you up to?" Dudley asked suspiciously.Harry got out from under the bed and walked by Dudley, saying ever so calmly, "Bite me." "MO-O-O-O-O-M!!! HARRY TOLD ME TO BITE HIM!!" Dudley shouted down the stairs. Uncle Vernon's voice called back, "So bite him!" Harry sighed. He only had 3 weeks left there.
Once again, Molly Weasley (Harry's best friend Ron Weasley's mother), wrote a polite-as-could-be letter to his aunt and uncle asking Harry to come stay, but Harry managed to get the mail first, stashing the letter in his pocket. He remembered the threat given to him by Uncle Vernon after last term: "Remember, boy, ONE MORE LETTER from that-that FAMILY," he had sneered,"And you'll see the rest of the closet under the stairs for the rest of your life!" Harry, however, had been writing to and resceiving letters back-and-forth with Ron ever since school had ended.
The night after his 15th birthday, Harry lay in bed, his quill between his teeth, reading a book that might help write his Herbology paper. Harry only had half a roll of parchment left to write, and he would be finished with all of his holiday homework. Just then, he heard a soft tapping noise on the window. Harry turned to see Hedwig, Pigwidgeon, and a tawny-colored owl flying near the window. Harry smiled ad leaped out of bed, letting the owls in through his window. Hedwig lighty pecked Harry's finger and flew to her cage, drinking some water. Harry opened the first package: It was a box and a letter from Ron.
"Dear Harry,
Well, I've considered the situation and I have thought up an idea that just might work. When your Aunt and Uncle go to the banquet this Saturday, take this sack of Floo Powder and teleport your things here. I only manage to sneak enough to make two trips, so send all your things first (I'll be sure to get them), then send yourself. Send your response with Hedwig, I'll keep her here."
The letter went on with the usual rambling going on in the Weasley household. Harry nearly woke the Dusleys with his laughing when he read about Fred and George slipping a stink bomb into Percy's room. "Totally ruined his project for the Ministry..." Ron wrote. Harry finally consoled himself enough to open the box Ron sent along. It was a small leather bag, and sure enough, there was only about two handfuls of Floo Powder in it. Harry set the bag aside and read the peice of parchment he took off Hedwig's leg. It was a letter from Sirius. It was shorter than usual, reading,
"Dear Harry-
Please do not respond to this letter until you arrive at Hogwarts. Hopefully, by then, I'll have found a new hiding place. They're becoming scarce, and I was damn near caught two days ago. However, if anything highly unusual happens, be sure to send a letter.
Sirius "
Harry shook his head in exasperation and set the letter aside. Sirius was always worrying about him. He untied the thick envelope attached to the tawny owl, which flew away afterward. It was just the usual letter from Hogwarts, which seemed to get thicker each year. Harry looked at the clock by his bed; it read 3:00 A.M. Harry quickly scribbled a response to Ron, tied it to Pig, then turned to Hedwig. "Hedwig,"he began, "You need to go with Pig to the Burrow and stay with Ron. I'll be there tomorrow night. Do you have enough strength to take your cage with you?" Hedwig nodded and flapped outside the window. Hary gently held the cage outside, Hedwig grabbing it with her strong talons. Pigwidgeon and Hedwig flew off into the early morning dawn as Harry shut the window. He shoved the letters under the loose floorboard beneath his bed, laid out some clothes for tomorrow, and made sure that his trunk was hidden and packed, as it had been for weeks, along with his wizarding tools. Harry then flopped down on the bed, waiting for Aunt Petunia to start banging on the door.
Later that evening, Petunia and Vernon Dursley were preparing to leave for the banquet. It was for Grunnings, Vernon Dursley's company. Petunia asked her husband, "Vernon, are you sure leaving him here is a safe idea?" Him being Harry. "It better be," Vernon said, "I'm locked him in the bedroom, and there are no spare keys."
Harry laid on his bed, disgusted. This was an unexpected turn of events. He listened ruefully as Dudley waddled into his parents room and said, "How do I look?" Vernon, boasting-like, replied, "Atta boy Dudley! Always looking his best, the young chap!" After a few more minutes (which was pure torture to Harry), they gathered their things and walkeed out the door. As soon as Harry heard the car door slam, he jumped out of bed, and took the paper clip out of his dresser. "I learned a thing or two from Fred and George..." he said to himself. After successfully picking the lock, Harry grabbed his things from the closet and took them downstairs. He gently set his trunk in the fireplace, threw some Floo Powder on it, and cried, "The Burrow!" In a flash, his stuff was gone. Harry thought he would be home free when he heard a sound that made his blood run cold: the Dursley's car pulling into the driveway. Panicked, he got in the fireplace and tried to open the sack. The door opened and Vernon stepped in. "Ruddy forgot my wallet," he mumbled, not noticing Harry. Harry thought it'd be nice to give his "Uncle" one ast scare, so he threw the rest of the powder over him. Vernon heard the crackling of the fire and whirled aound just in time to see Harry cry out, "The Burrow!" and vanish before his eyes.
