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Nunquam Praeclarus
Chapter One
The Escape
A week had past since saying goodbye to his friends at platform nine and three quarters and it had been the most uneventful, most boring week in the history of summer holidays. Harry was only allowed out of Privet Drive an hour everyday. When he wasn't enjoying his sixty minutes of freedom, Harry was dedicating his time to 'voluntary' housework.
" Voluntary, my arse ", muttered Harry as put the dishes away. Wiping the lime-scale of the kitchen tiles, Harry glanced out of the window, and saw Hedwig flying up to his window. He dropped the dishcloth and run upstairs.
"Thank god", said Harry as he read the letter from Ron, basically telling him he could escape the Burrow for the rest of the holidays. Harry wrote back saying he'd come and gave it to Hedwig.
"See ya, girl", he called to her as she flew out of his open window. A warm summer breeze rustled the parchment on his desk as he closed the door behind him.
" Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked his Uncle in the evening. It was nine at night and it was still light outside. Out of the window a beautiful sunset was forming, lighting up the neat little garden and sending bright rays through the living room window where they were all sitting. Dudley doing his homework, to Harry's surprise, and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon watching the news. " Well the thing is", ventured taking his Uncle's silence as positive thing, " well, Ron has asked me over and I th-"
"No", Uncle Vernon said shortly.
Harry inwardly groaned. "Please! I'll be gone for the rest of the year! You won't see my annoying face again!"
"He said no and that's final!" Snapped Aunt Petunia. Harry stared at them and made a mental note to try again later. As he walked dejectedly into his room he saw Hedwig on the bed. She hooted affectionately as he read the note
Harry,
Okay… you're not gonna like this but - Dumbledore's told us that you can't stay. Don't ask me why, I'm really sorry. Mum's tried everything but still says no. Look I hope the muggles are treating you right. Please don't be too mad - write back . Ron.
" Bugger", said Harry
***
" Look I'm sorry! I'll clear it up okay?" Pleaded Harry to a very angry Pertunia Dursly. "See look!" Harry said as picked up a broom and began to sweep up. His Aunt looked as though she's had enough.
" No don't touch it! Just go! Be back at four!" She shrieked. Harry willingly went outside. Maybe he should drop a pile of china plates more often as he now had three hours out. He spent most of it pissing about around town. When he came home, his Uncle would be back, he'd have a lot of explaining to do about the dreaded plate incident. Whatever punishment he imagined he didn't imagine Vernon Dursly to get so mad.
" I've had ENOUGH!" He roared at Harry who was standing in the kitchen thinking this rage thing was a result of a bad day at work, " You are to be confined in the house for two weeks and you will not h-"
"You're grounding me?" Harry said, " But that's not fair, it was an accident!"
"Three weeks!"
"What?" Harry yelled disbelieving.
"Four and I suggest you get out of my sight right now if you don't want it to be five!"
Harry walked out and went to his room. Five weeks? Shit, what would he do all that time. Harry decided what he do right then. Knowing the Dursly's they'd probably try to starve him and make him work all day. That night at midnight picked let Hedwig out the window and she flew off into the crisp night sky. He picked the cupboard lock, and stole his wand back. He locked it again and tip-toed to the front door. He shut it silently behind him. Without a backward glance he jogged silently down the lamp-lit street. Out of the top window, Petunia Dursly watched him turn the corner and disappear from view.
The early morning mist hung over the towers and sunlight worked it's way steadily up the old structure. Six in the morning, a very ruffled looking Arabella Figg set up the road to the school at a brisk walk. She crossed the entrance hall muttering to herself and eventually reached Dumbledore's office,
"Albus, Harr-"
"Yes, I know, he's gone and no one can find him anywhere", Dumbledore sighed and started to rummage through the piles of papers on his desk. "What time did he go, please fill me in…we're all in a bit of a muddle here, I'm afraid."
" Well ", Mrs Figg started, "Apparently, according to the Dursly's he left yesterday night at around twelve, they don't care of course, disgraceful excuse for family," she muttered.
"And?" Dumbledore prompted.
"Well that's all we know!" sighed Mrs Figg tiresomely. She fell into a chair by the window. The portraits on the wall either looked very grave, or some were muttering pompously to themselves, " In my day children never ran off like that…completely unheard off, absolutely mad - discipline! Discipline is the thing!"
Mrs Figg watched Dumbledore who apparently very interested in something in his fingernail and paid her no heed. Eventually she ventured,
"Well what are we to do, Albus? Is anyone looking?"
Dumbledore thought for a moment. He didn't need this now - they had so much to do. There had been no word on Voldermort since the third task and it had been about a month. Cornelius Fudge had owled Dumbledore to say that if there was any more 'funny business' from him or his staff, then he would lose the post of Headmaster of Hogwarts. As thoughts like these spiralled in his mind Arabella waited patiently.
"This is what I want you to do - go to the others. Remus, Mundungus and Sirius - tell them we're having the meeting now. Inform Arthur and Molly Weasly but tell Sirius to look for Harry. We'll meet in this office at midday. As much as I dislike the idea, you must keep this a secret from Mr Fudge, for it is necessary." Dumbledore sighed heavily,
" Thank-you Arabella - you have been a great help." He gave her a small smile and picked up a piece of parchment.
"Midday - see you then", and she left.
Why would Harry just run off like that? He knew things were dangerous…well whatever the reason they had to find him quickly before they heard from Voldermort. Sirius would do everything in his power to find Harry. It would be alright. Dumbledore sighed again and picked up a quill.
A strong wind was whipping at the trees as lightening flashed overhead. A little cottage was settled, isolated from people, and the light which came from its little windows was the only sign of civilisation on the vast expanse of the moor. Inside, a fire behind a grate was crackling, radiating a friendly warmth as two men sat talking. The taller of the two had black hair and looked in need of a good wash. The other, brown haired and smiling at what his friend had said. Sirius Black had been hiding in Remus' house since the beginning of the 'summer' if you could call the weather outside summer.
"It's summerish, I suppose", said Sirius dully and a particularly loud rumble of thunder sounded overhead, "God, this is depressing…I mean if someone had told me fifteen years ago, that I would be hiding from the Ministry of Magic, in a little cottage in the middle of summer, I would of told them to sod off. That little git - if only I'd known what he'd do - I would have-"
"Padfoot", Remus interrupted, "We've got an owl…" The owl swooped in and haughtily stuck out its leg as if saying, 'If you ever send me out here again...' Sirius scanned it and looked up, and Remus could just visualise the words, "We're in the shit", written all over his face.
"It's Harry isn't it?" Remus asked him with a feeling of foreboding wash over him. Sirius filled Remus in.
"Bloody hell this is all we need! I just hope he's okay!" Sirius cried in exasperation and he disappeared with a 'pop'. Remus checked his watch. Five to twelve - then, he too left.
The rain was coming down hard now, stinging his face. The street was deserted as no one wanted to be out in this weather. As Harry squinted down the street phrases such as I am such a dickhead kept floating across his mind. He cringed to imagine Sirius' reaction. The only sound to be heard was the heavy rain beat on the pavement and the moan of the cars as they drove past him. He turned down a little street and sheltered under a shop canopy. Hermione's shrill voice was echoing in his head, "This is so STUPID Harry! What are you thinking? Go home right now! I mean, really!" But Harry wouldn't go back. His pride was stopping him. He could do quite well on his own without the Dursly's. What had they done to protect him anyway? But as he said this he heard Voldermort's words louder than ever in his head, "He has been better protected than I think even he knows. He will be protected as long as he is in his relations care. Not even I can touch him there."
The sound of panicked footsteps cut through his thoughts as he shrinked into the shadow of the shop. He heard the scurry of a small animal and his eyes widened in shock. A large rat came into view and slinked behind the dustbins. Harry stumbled backwards, praying he hadn't been seen. The rat, hearing Harry's footsteps scrambled out from under the dustbins and it froze as it saw Harry. Harry, cursing, turned and sped down the street hearing Wormtail run madly after him. He took a quick turn to the left and he darted down a narrower street where a few people walking. They watched as he sprinted away followed dangerously close by Wormtail. He jumped five stone steps which led into a park and he ran down a pedestrian tunnel. The distance between them grew and a minute later Harry realised his were the only footsteps. He fell onto some grass and lay there wheezing, catching his breath.
Harry must have lay there for over ten minutes for when he emerged from under the trees, the rain had eased a little. He stepped gingerly out from under the tree's protection. He stood there for a while thinking. How stupid had he been? And what the hell was Wormtail doing out here? Harry then made up his mind. It was time for him to swallow his pride and return to Privet Drive. He looked up to the sky and saw a canopy of grey cloud covering everything. Harry could almost feel the thunder rumbling and Harry suddenly realised he didn't have the faintest idead where he was. He had been so busy running from Wormtail he didn't take note of where he was going and how far he went a long as he got as far away from Wormtail as he could. Lightening flashed above him, illuminating his confused face - things did not look good.
Nunquam Praeclarus
Chapter One
The Escape
A week had past since saying goodbye to his friends at platform nine and three quarters and it had been the most uneventful, most boring week in the history of summer holidays. Harry was only allowed out of Privet Drive an hour everyday. When he wasn't enjoying his sixty minutes of freedom, Harry was dedicating his time to 'voluntary' housework.
" Voluntary, my arse ", muttered Harry as put the dishes away. Wiping the lime-scale of the kitchen tiles, Harry glanced out of the window, and saw Hedwig flying up to his window. He dropped the dishcloth and run upstairs.
"Thank god", said Harry as he read the letter from Ron, basically telling him he could escape the Burrow for the rest of the holidays. Harry wrote back saying he'd come and gave it to Hedwig.
"See ya, girl", he called to her as she flew out of his open window. A warm summer breeze rustled the parchment on his desk as he closed the door behind him.
" Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked his Uncle in the evening. It was nine at night and it was still light outside. Out of the window a beautiful sunset was forming, lighting up the neat little garden and sending bright rays through the living room window where they were all sitting. Dudley doing his homework, to Harry's surprise, and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon watching the news. " Well the thing is", ventured taking his Uncle's silence as positive thing, " well, Ron has asked me over and I th-"
"No", Uncle Vernon said shortly.
Harry inwardly groaned. "Please! I'll be gone for the rest of the year! You won't see my annoying face again!"
"He said no and that's final!" Snapped Aunt Petunia. Harry stared at them and made a mental note to try again later. As he walked dejectedly into his room he saw Hedwig on the bed. She hooted affectionately as he read the note
Harry,
Okay… you're not gonna like this but - Dumbledore's told us that you can't stay. Don't ask me why, I'm really sorry. Mum's tried everything but still says no. Look I hope the muggles are treating you right. Please don't be too mad - write back . Ron.
" Bugger", said Harry
***
" Look I'm sorry! I'll clear it up okay?" Pleaded Harry to a very angry Pertunia Dursly. "See look!" Harry said as picked up a broom and began to sweep up. His Aunt looked as though she's had enough.
" No don't touch it! Just go! Be back at four!" She shrieked. Harry willingly went outside. Maybe he should drop a pile of china plates more often as he now had three hours out. He spent most of it pissing about around town. When he came home, his Uncle would be back, he'd have a lot of explaining to do about the dreaded plate incident. Whatever punishment he imagined he didn't imagine Vernon Dursly to get so mad.
" I've had ENOUGH!" He roared at Harry who was standing in the kitchen thinking this rage thing was a result of a bad day at work, " You are to be confined in the house for two weeks and you will not h-"
"You're grounding me?" Harry said, " But that's not fair, it was an accident!"
"Three weeks!"
"What?" Harry yelled disbelieving.
"Four and I suggest you get out of my sight right now if you don't want it to be five!"
Harry walked out and went to his room. Five weeks? Shit, what would he do all that time. Harry decided what he do right then. Knowing the Dursly's they'd probably try to starve him and make him work all day. That night at midnight picked let Hedwig out the window and she flew off into the crisp night sky. He picked the cupboard lock, and stole his wand back. He locked it again and tip-toed to the front door. He shut it silently behind him. Without a backward glance he jogged silently down the lamp-lit street. Out of the top window, Petunia Dursly watched him turn the corner and disappear from view.
The early morning mist hung over the towers and sunlight worked it's way steadily up the old structure. Six in the morning, a very ruffled looking Arabella Figg set up the road to the school at a brisk walk. She crossed the entrance hall muttering to herself and eventually reached Dumbledore's office,
"Albus, Harr-"
"Yes, I know, he's gone and no one can find him anywhere", Dumbledore sighed and started to rummage through the piles of papers on his desk. "What time did he go, please fill me in…we're all in a bit of a muddle here, I'm afraid."
" Well ", Mrs Figg started, "Apparently, according to the Dursly's he left yesterday night at around twelve, they don't care of course, disgraceful excuse for family," she muttered.
"And?" Dumbledore prompted.
"Well that's all we know!" sighed Mrs Figg tiresomely. She fell into a chair by the window. The portraits on the wall either looked very grave, or some were muttering pompously to themselves, " In my day children never ran off like that…completely unheard off, absolutely mad - discipline! Discipline is the thing!"
Mrs Figg watched Dumbledore who apparently very interested in something in his fingernail and paid her no heed. Eventually she ventured,
"Well what are we to do, Albus? Is anyone looking?"
Dumbledore thought for a moment. He didn't need this now - they had so much to do. There had been no word on Voldermort since the third task and it had been about a month. Cornelius Fudge had owled Dumbledore to say that if there was any more 'funny business' from him or his staff, then he would lose the post of Headmaster of Hogwarts. As thoughts like these spiralled in his mind Arabella waited patiently.
"This is what I want you to do - go to the others. Remus, Mundungus and Sirius - tell them we're having the meeting now. Inform Arthur and Molly Weasly but tell Sirius to look for Harry. We'll meet in this office at midday. As much as I dislike the idea, you must keep this a secret from Mr Fudge, for it is necessary." Dumbledore sighed heavily,
" Thank-you Arabella - you have been a great help." He gave her a small smile and picked up a piece of parchment.
"Midday - see you then", and she left.
Why would Harry just run off like that? He knew things were dangerous…well whatever the reason they had to find him quickly before they heard from Voldermort. Sirius would do everything in his power to find Harry. It would be alright. Dumbledore sighed again and picked up a quill.
A strong wind was whipping at the trees as lightening flashed overhead. A little cottage was settled, isolated from people, and the light which came from its little windows was the only sign of civilisation on the vast expanse of the moor. Inside, a fire behind a grate was crackling, radiating a friendly warmth as two men sat talking. The taller of the two had black hair and looked in need of a good wash. The other, brown haired and smiling at what his friend had said. Sirius Black had been hiding in Remus' house since the beginning of the 'summer' if you could call the weather outside summer.
"It's summerish, I suppose", said Sirius dully and a particularly loud rumble of thunder sounded overhead, "God, this is depressing…I mean if someone had told me fifteen years ago, that I would be hiding from the Ministry of Magic, in a little cottage in the middle of summer, I would of told them to sod off. That little git - if only I'd known what he'd do - I would have-"
"Padfoot", Remus interrupted, "We've got an owl…" The owl swooped in and haughtily stuck out its leg as if saying, 'If you ever send me out here again...' Sirius scanned it and looked up, and Remus could just visualise the words, "We're in the shit", written all over his face.
"It's Harry isn't it?" Remus asked him with a feeling of foreboding wash over him. Sirius filled Remus in.
"Bloody hell this is all we need! I just hope he's okay!" Sirius cried in exasperation and he disappeared with a 'pop'. Remus checked his watch. Five to twelve - then, he too left.
The rain was coming down hard now, stinging his face. The street was deserted as no one wanted to be out in this weather. As Harry squinted down the street phrases such as I am such a dickhead kept floating across his mind. He cringed to imagine Sirius' reaction. The only sound to be heard was the heavy rain beat on the pavement and the moan of the cars as they drove past him. He turned down a little street and sheltered under a shop canopy. Hermione's shrill voice was echoing in his head, "This is so STUPID Harry! What are you thinking? Go home right now! I mean, really!" But Harry wouldn't go back. His pride was stopping him. He could do quite well on his own without the Dursly's. What had they done to protect him anyway? But as he said this he heard Voldermort's words louder than ever in his head, "He has been better protected than I think even he knows. He will be protected as long as he is in his relations care. Not even I can touch him there."
The sound of panicked footsteps cut through his thoughts as he shrinked into the shadow of the shop. He heard the scurry of a small animal and his eyes widened in shock. A large rat came into view and slinked behind the dustbins. Harry stumbled backwards, praying he hadn't been seen. The rat, hearing Harry's footsteps scrambled out from under the dustbins and it froze as it saw Harry. Harry, cursing, turned and sped down the street hearing Wormtail run madly after him. He took a quick turn to the left and he darted down a narrower street where a few people walking. They watched as he sprinted away followed dangerously close by Wormtail. He jumped five stone steps which led into a park and he ran down a pedestrian tunnel. The distance between them grew and a minute later Harry realised his were the only footsteps. He fell onto some grass and lay there wheezing, catching his breath.
Harry must have lay there for over ten minutes for when he emerged from under the trees, the rain had eased a little. He stepped gingerly out from under the tree's protection. He stood there for a while thinking. How stupid had he been? And what the hell was Wormtail doing out here? Harry then made up his mind. It was time for him to swallow his pride and return to Privet Drive. He looked up to the sky and saw a canopy of grey cloud covering everything. Harry could almost feel the thunder rumbling and Harry suddenly realised he didn't have the faintest idead where he was. He had been so busy running from Wormtail he didn't take note of where he was going and how far he went a long as he got as far away from Wormtail as he could. Lightening flashed above him, illuminating his confused face - things did not look good.