Summary: Harry learns of a secret that has been hidden from him all his
life. Not only this, but Voldemort is after something, something that only
one person knows about. Can Harry survive another year of adventure and
find the key to unlocking all of his mysterious past?
Disclaimer: I do not own this...get over it. Lol...u know u wish I did...hehehe ::sighs:: one day, one day it will all be mine! --laughs hysterically--
Useless, pathetic story: once I cried b/c I couldn't leave this stupid life and go to harry potter world. My mom thought I was dumb...but she felt bad so she told me that when I was 16 I'd be a wizard...that made me cry even worse b/c if she knew anything, she would know that the age was 11... : (
A/N: Umm...just to let you know...if u havent read the 1,2,3,4 or 5th books and u are planning to, then don't read this b/c this baby is all spoilers! : )
I hope all of yawl like long chapters...on Microsoft Word they are about 3 to 4 full pages : ....not nearly as long as JK's though.
CHAPTER 1: Buckingham Palace invaded
Harry Potter hadn't gotten any good sleep for the past 6 weeks, thoughts of seeing his godfather die kept echoing through his head. Ever since he had left Hogwarts he knew he wouldn't be able to forget it. The year had been the most vigorous and his heart ached even more now. He missed his home, and he missed his godfather. Professor Dumbledore had told him that he would feel this way, but he hadn't expected to feel so utterly alone.
He heard Hedwig breathing from under his once-white sheets and thought to himself, Sure, Hedwig can relax, but not me, I'm the one who fought off Voldemort, but no, I can't sleep. As soon as he thought it he knew he had been stupid. Hedwig was his owl, the only living thing at Privet Drive that actually liked him, much less paid attention to him.
Harry lived in Little Whinging with his abominable Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin Dudley. The Dursleys, being his only living relatives, were the farthest thing from "his kind" that you could find. Harry Potter was a wizard, not just any wizard, but the boy who had defeated the worst wizard to ever threaten the magical world. Harry's aunt and uncle despised being abnormal, and to them, magic was as unusual as a person could get.
Due to the fact that Harry was away from them for a whole year, and now returned, made them doubly as agitated because they had missed not having to worry if the neighbors were watching them through the window or listening from their identically boring homes.
On this particularly uneventful Sunday morning, though, Harry lay awake on his old, dirty bed and pondered about where he would be if he wasn't Harry Potter, but just any other teenage wizard. Maybe he would be outside getting started on an early morning quidditch match, getting ready for a 16th birthday party, or possibly asleep. Either would make him feel much better at this time. Today was Harry's birthday and no one inside Harry's summer home had even noticed. He was used to being ignored on his birthday, for as long as he could remember the Dursley's had never given Harry any attention on his birthday. He might think that they actually liked him, and they didn't. But Harry knew that he must stay within his aunt's house, because of the binding spell between her and her sister, Lily Potter. Aunt Petunia was the only person who carried his mother's blood, the same blood which had saved Harry from death at the age of one. If it was Harry choice; however, he would have left ages ago. He hated the Dursleys almost as much as they hated him.
Having muggles, such as the Dursley's, for guardians was the worst thing Harry, or any other wizard could ever imagine. He hadn't ever thought about what it would be like to be a muggle, although once, he thought he had been, ignorantly of course.
Harry's parents had been murdered by the most feared wizard in the world of magic. Voldemort had killed countless numbers of people with many different methods of magic. He was known to be the second most powerful wizard in the world. First was Albus Dumbledore, and no one's power would ever compare to his.
Harry sat awake, thinking about how he had just turned 16 years old. Only one more year until I'm a legal wizard, Harry sighed. Then he shut his emerald green eyes and drifted off to sleep.
As the days past in the glory of the summer holiday, Harry grew more anxious to return to his magical home. Food and sleep became less and less important, and Hedwig became busier than ever sending messages to Harry's closest friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Harry had stopped telling them about the pains in his scar since they were so frequent now, but talked of how anxious and impatient he was getting for school to start once more. Although, Ron and Hermione didn't quite understand why.
Uncle Vernon wasn't making the situation any better. His constant complaining about when Harry's 'bloody school' was starting, and why they didn't have year round school, made Harry long for Hogwarts even more. Life at Privet Drive had never been so painfully boring.
Finally on one particularly dull morning, something very strange occurred. Harry had entered the kitchen more tired than usual and sat down to a plate of eggs and sausage. He was barely through his first bite when something on the news caught his attention.
"Breaking News! A robbery at Buckingham Palace. Stay tuned for the story at ten."
Harry froze, almost laughed at how silly it sounded. Of course there would be break-ins at the Queen's home. She owned more valuables than most could ever think of, but security was so high. How could someone have broken in under the muggle police's noses?
"Yes, Vernon," said Aunt Petunia in a very rare sarcastic sort of tone, "Queen Elizabeth claims that a mad man broke into her home and stole one of her most prized possessions. I'd like to see what that was," she laughed and threw a scathing look at Harry as if daring him to speak. The Dursleys had never really been people to criticize the Queen, but on this particular morning, something just didn't seem right.
"Petunia, do you know how high security is at Buckingham Palace these days? Probably the most protected in all of Britain." he sighed. "The poor old bat is losing her ruddy mind." Uncle Vernon chuckled lazily. Harry was the only one who believed the story in the whole of Number 4 Privet Drive. But Harry also knew things that others didn't.
As his parents sat criticizing the Queen, Dudley finished up his third slice of grapefruit. He had just turned to grab another when Aunt Petunia saw him.
"Ah, ah, ah, Duddykins! Mummy is taking you to get fitted for your school uniforms today and we don't want anymore letters from that crazy nurse of yours."
"But Mummy!" said a whiney Dudley.
"Dudley, don't argue! Go get dressed," she said with a sudden change of attitude.
Harry had noticed that since the end of term that Aunt Petunia was getting extremely annoyed with Dudley's attitude and eating habits. She had always been one to make excuses for Dudleys weight by saying he was a healthy child or that he had big bones, but now she was coming to realize for the first time in her life that her son was fat. She had started using Dudley's real name, which was a first for Harry. Usually she used Duddy or Duddykins, but now she was getting considerably attached to Dudley, which made Harry want to laugh even more. With all the conflicts that they were having lately, Harry could see that they were acting for the first time like a normal mother and adolescent child. At least it took some attention off Harry, and he had no complaints about that.
Just then Harry remembered why his plate was still full. Aunt Petunia had said that Buckingham Palace had been broken into, and by a mad man. There were plenty of those in England, but one stuck out at Harry more than the others. Voldemort? Harry thought. No, what could the Queen have that Voldemort needs or wants? Not money, muggle money meant nothing to wizards and what would Voldemort do with money any ways? Treasure? Surely not! Why would Voldemort need treasure? Harry didn't know and he didn't want to think about it. He was just being paranoid.
Harry got up from the table after finishing his breakfast and headed up stairs to write Ron and Hermione each a letter. He asked each one of them if they knew what was going on with the Queen and if they knew if it was a wizard who invaded the Palace. He ended each letter hastily and summoned Hedwig from his cage to deliver the letters.
"Deliver these to Ron and Hermione!" he sighed letting her go to fly out in the morning air. He wished he had his broomstick with him. He was ready to go away from this place and get back on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Ever since last year he had been banned for life from ever playing again, but under the circumstances he was sure that Dumbledore would replace those rights. He wouldn't have to worry.
Now, currently left alone in his not-so-pleasant-room, his thoughts wondered onto the break in at the Palace again. He wished he wouldn't worry about it so much. It was probably just another homeless man who had gotten in out of luck and stole a diamond or something. Nothing important to worry about.
In two days Hedwig had returned with letters from both of his friends. He opened Ron's first.
Hi Harry!
Yea, mum told me about the break in, and the Order is a bit worried about it. They wont tell any of us about it, though. I was really disappointed. I thought they would at least tell us something. I wonder if it is really important. But if you do find out tell me.
Ron
Harry opened Hermione's letter next. He could tell more by the neat hand writing than the name scrawled on the back that it was hers.
Hello Harry,
How has your summer been? Mine has been wonderful. We went on vacation to the U.S. And I met loads of fascinating people. Hedwig brought me your letter in the middle of the day about 10 minutes after we got home, I don't know how he knew where I was! I haven't heard much about the robbery but what I have it heard is that is was a muggle who did it and I don't suppose it had anything to do with you-know-who. I took the liberty of writing to Professor Dumbledore and asking him about the matter, he disagreed with what I thought so I decided to send it to you so that you could see. I know you, Harry, and with you being so proud I figured you would never send Professor Dumbledore a letter about anything. You can thank me later!Thanks for keeping me in touch. If you need anything you know where I am, or at least Hedwig does! Good-Bye,
Hermione
It wasn't really what he was expecting from Hermione but she was right. He wouldn't have ever thought about asking Dumbledore. He put the letters back in the envelopes when he noticed the other piece of parchment in Hermione's. It was from Dumbledore, obviously addressed to Hermione. It was the letter she had talked about.
Hello Ms. Granger,
How has your summer been? I was quite interested in the topic of your letter . Yes, we as the Order do have some concerns about the Queen, but writing about such matters in a letter would not be smart. So I will tell you when the time is right. See you in two weeks at the beginning of the school year.
Your friend,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry was shocked. He was right. There was something going on with the Queen that Harry didn't know about. If The Order of the Phoenix was worried then Harry would be too.
{A/N}: ok...I made a few changes...I hope yawl like it. If any one has any ideas or comments please please please feel free to tell me! All right... peace out to all my fans (not) lol.
"The pen is mightier than the sword" That's a good quote...I decided id put it in here!
Disclaimer: I do not own this...get over it. Lol...u know u wish I did...hehehe ::sighs:: one day, one day it will all be mine! --laughs hysterically--
Useless, pathetic story: once I cried b/c I couldn't leave this stupid life and go to harry potter world. My mom thought I was dumb...but she felt bad so she told me that when I was 16 I'd be a wizard...that made me cry even worse b/c if she knew anything, she would know that the age was 11... : (
A/N: Umm...just to let you know...if u havent read the 1,2,3,4 or 5th books and u are planning to, then don't read this b/c this baby is all spoilers! : )
I hope all of yawl like long chapters...on Microsoft Word they are about 3 to 4 full pages : ....not nearly as long as JK's though.
CHAPTER 1: Buckingham Palace invaded
Harry Potter hadn't gotten any good sleep for the past 6 weeks, thoughts of seeing his godfather die kept echoing through his head. Ever since he had left Hogwarts he knew he wouldn't be able to forget it. The year had been the most vigorous and his heart ached even more now. He missed his home, and he missed his godfather. Professor Dumbledore had told him that he would feel this way, but he hadn't expected to feel so utterly alone.
He heard Hedwig breathing from under his once-white sheets and thought to himself, Sure, Hedwig can relax, but not me, I'm the one who fought off Voldemort, but no, I can't sleep. As soon as he thought it he knew he had been stupid. Hedwig was his owl, the only living thing at Privet Drive that actually liked him, much less paid attention to him.
Harry lived in Little Whinging with his abominable Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin Dudley. The Dursleys, being his only living relatives, were the farthest thing from "his kind" that you could find. Harry Potter was a wizard, not just any wizard, but the boy who had defeated the worst wizard to ever threaten the magical world. Harry's aunt and uncle despised being abnormal, and to them, magic was as unusual as a person could get.
Due to the fact that Harry was away from them for a whole year, and now returned, made them doubly as agitated because they had missed not having to worry if the neighbors were watching them through the window or listening from their identically boring homes.
On this particularly uneventful Sunday morning, though, Harry lay awake on his old, dirty bed and pondered about where he would be if he wasn't Harry Potter, but just any other teenage wizard. Maybe he would be outside getting started on an early morning quidditch match, getting ready for a 16th birthday party, or possibly asleep. Either would make him feel much better at this time. Today was Harry's birthday and no one inside Harry's summer home had even noticed. He was used to being ignored on his birthday, for as long as he could remember the Dursley's had never given Harry any attention on his birthday. He might think that they actually liked him, and they didn't. But Harry knew that he must stay within his aunt's house, because of the binding spell between her and her sister, Lily Potter. Aunt Petunia was the only person who carried his mother's blood, the same blood which had saved Harry from death at the age of one. If it was Harry choice; however, he would have left ages ago. He hated the Dursleys almost as much as they hated him.
Having muggles, such as the Dursley's, for guardians was the worst thing Harry, or any other wizard could ever imagine. He hadn't ever thought about what it would be like to be a muggle, although once, he thought he had been, ignorantly of course.
Harry's parents had been murdered by the most feared wizard in the world of magic. Voldemort had killed countless numbers of people with many different methods of magic. He was known to be the second most powerful wizard in the world. First was Albus Dumbledore, and no one's power would ever compare to his.
Harry sat awake, thinking about how he had just turned 16 years old. Only one more year until I'm a legal wizard, Harry sighed. Then he shut his emerald green eyes and drifted off to sleep.
As the days past in the glory of the summer holiday, Harry grew more anxious to return to his magical home. Food and sleep became less and less important, and Hedwig became busier than ever sending messages to Harry's closest friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Harry had stopped telling them about the pains in his scar since they were so frequent now, but talked of how anxious and impatient he was getting for school to start once more. Although, Ron and Hermione didn't quite understand why.
Uncle Vernon wasn't making the situation any better. His constant complaining about when Harry's 'bloody school' was starting, and why they didn't have year round school, made Harry long for Hogwarts even more. Life at Privet Drive had never been so painfully boring.
Finally on one particularly dull morning, something very strange occurred. Harry had entered the kitchen more tired than usual and sat down to a plate of eggs and sausage. He was barely through his first bite when something on the news caught his attention.
"Breaking News! A robbery at Buckingham Palace. Stay tuned for the story at ten."
Harry froze, almost laughed at how silly it sounded. Of course there would be break-ins at the Queen's home. She owned more valuables than most could ever think of, but security was so high. How could someone have broken in under the muggle police's noses?
"Yes, Vernon," said Aunt Petunia in a very rare sarcastic sort of tone, "Queen Elizabeth claims that a mad man broke into her home and stole one of her most prized possessions. I'd like to see what that was," she laughed and threw a scathing look at Harry as if daring him to speak. The Dursleys had never really been people to criticize the Queen, but on this particular morning, something just didn't seem right.
"Petunia, do you know how high security is at Buckingham Palace these days? Probably the most protected in all of Britain." he sighed. "The poor old bat is losing her ruddy mind." Uncle Vernon chuckled lazily. Harry was the only one who believed the story in the whole of Number 4 Privet Drive. But Harry also knew things that others didn't.
As his parents sat criticizing the Queen, Dudley finished up his third slice of grapefruit. He had just turned to grab another when Aunt Petunia saw him.
"Ah, ah, ah, Duddykins! Mummy is taking you to get fitted for your school uniforms today and we don't want anymore letters from that crazy nurse of yours."
"But Mummy!" said a whiney Dudley.
"Dudley, don't argue! Go get dressed," she said with a sudden change of attitude.
Harry had noticed that since the end of term that Aunt Petunia was getting extremely annoyed with Dudley's attitude and eating habits. She had always been one to make excuses for Dudleys weight by saying he was a healthy child or that he had big bones, but now she was coming to realize for the first time in her life that her son was fat. She had started using Dudley's real name, which was a first for Harry. Usually she used Duddy or Duddykins, but now she was getting considerably attached to Dudley, which made Harry want to laugh even more. With all the conflicts that they were having lately, Harry could see that they were acting for the first time like a normal mother and adolescent child. At least it took some attention off Harry, and he had no complaints about that.
Just then Harry remembered why his plate was still full. Aunt Petunia had said that Buckingham Palace had been broken into, and by a mad man. There were plenty of those in England, but one stuck out at Harry more than the others. Voldemort? Harry thought. No, what could the Queen have that Voldemort needs or wants? Not money, muggle money meant nothing to wizards and what would Voldemort do with money any ways? Treasure? Surely not! Why would Voldemort need treasure? Harry didn't know and he didn't want to think about it. He was just being paranoid.
Harry got up from the table after finishing his breakfast and headed up stairs to write Ron and Hermione each a letter. He asked each one of them if they knew what was going on with the Queen and if they knew if it was a wizard who invaded the Palace. He ended each letter hastily and summoned Hedwig from his cage to deliver the letters.
"Deliver these to Ron and Hermione!" he sighed letting her go to fly out in the morning air. He wished he had his broomstick with him. He was ready to go away from this place and get back on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Ever since last year he had been banned for life from ever playing again, but under the circumstances he was sure that Dumbledore would replace those rights. He wouldn't have to worry.
Now, currently left alone in his not-so-pleasant-room, his thoughts wondered onto the break in at the Palace again. He wished he wouldn't worry about it so much. It was probably just another homeless man who had gotten in out of luck and stole a diamond or something. Nothing important to worry about.
In two days Hedwig had returned with letters from both of his friends. He opened Ron's first.
Hi Harry!
Yea, mum told me about the break in, and the Order is a bit worried about it. They wont tell any of us about it, though. I was really disappointed. I thought they would at least tell us something. I wonder if it is really important. But if you do find out tell me.
Ron
Harry opened Hermione's letter next. He could tell more by the neat hand writing than the name scrawled on the back that it was hers.
Hello Harry,
How has your summer been? Mine has been wonderful. We went on vacation to the U.S. And I met loads of fascinating people. Hedwig brought me your letter in the middle of the day about 10 minutes after we got home, I don't know how he knew where I was! I haven't heard much about the robbery but what I have it heard is that is was a muggle who did it and I don't suppose it had anything to do with you-know-who. I took the liberty of writing to Professor Dumbledore and asking him about the matter, he disagreed with what I thought so I decided to send it to you so that you could see. I know you, Harry, and with you being so proud I figured you would never send Professor Dumbledore a letter about anything. You can thank me later!Thanks for keeping me in touch. If you need anything you know where I am, or at least Hedwig does! Good-Bye,
Hermione
It wasn't really what he was expecting from Hermione but she was right. He wouldn't have ever thought about asking Dumbledore. He put the letters back in the envelopes when he noticed the other piece of parchment in Hermione's. It was from Dumbledore, obviously addressed to Hermione. It was the letter she had talked about.
Hello Ms. Granger,
How has your summer been? I was quite interested in the topic of your letter . Yes, we as the Order do have some concerns about the Queen, but writing about such matters in a letter would not be smart. So I will tell you when the time is right. See you in two weeks at the beginning of the school year.
Your friend,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry was shocked. He was right. There was something going on with the Queen that Harry didn't know about. If The Order of the Phoenix was worried then Harry would be too.
{A/N}: ok...I made a few changes...I hope yawl like it. If any one has any ideas or comments please please please feel free to tell me! All right... peace out to all my fans (not) lol.
"The pen is mightier than the sword" That's a good quote...I decided id put it in here!