Chapter 1: Petunia's Polyjuice
Disclaimer: This story is based on JK Rowling's world and her ideas.
The sun rose and so did Harry. Harry climbed out of his bed, he had been awake for the past two hours. Although having to face the Dursley's in the morning was defiantly a good enough reason to spend a little longer in bed. Aunt Marge's shrill voice definitely had not lost its deafening screech this morning. Harry opened his door and walked out into the hallway. Then he leaned against the wall at the sound of Aunt Marge's voice. He definitely didn't want to see her half scared half hateful glare at him as he came down the stair case.
"I'm off for tea at the Shevard's sweetums I left some treats for you out on the counter be a good boy now" called out Aunt Marge to Dudley, as she left the house closing the door behind her. Dudley emerged from his room at the sound of his name and looked at Harry who was standing adjacent to him in the hallway.
"Go back to your room freak" said Dudley to Harry dismissively barely giving him a look.
"Better go get those treats Diddums we can't have them going to waste" smirked Harry.
"I should, it would give you some space to go back to your room and cry" replied Dudley. This confused Harry, he was very upset over Sirius and sometimes he found the weight of his death certainly overwhelming but he never remembered crying. He also didn't like the look of triumphant glee on that lards face.
"I have not cried once this entire summer" said Harry just looking for a reason to whack that little high and mighty look on Dudley's face.
"Well I always knew your kind was crazy but not this pathetic, every night your whining, you freak, over some people must be your friends, if you have any. Mostly it is over some person, if you can call your kind that, Sirius, who is he? Your boyfriend or something? Oh and let's not forget Cedric, Hag-something, Charlie, Colin, and Ginny. That is just what I can remember. There is heaps more. Little baby you are." Harry slammed his hand inches away from Dudley cornering him against the wall.
"Get lost you fat-git, stop lying, and if you even say anything back to me right now your parents are going to be crying over your grave" snarled Harry as he turned around and slammed his door behind him. He didn't mean to lash out as much as he did but he didn't regret it. He heard Dudley sniggering and walking downstairs which only made him angrier. Why would Dudley make up a lie like that? But wait it couldn't be a lie, Harry thought. Dudley had only ever met Hagrid. This confused Harry greatly what did these people have in common? Was he really crying in his sleep about them? He could possibly understand Cedric because he still felt partially guilty for his death. Also Sirius's death constantly cast a shadow over Harry's heart. Yet Hagrid, even though he had been a bit ruffed up by Grawp last time Harry had seen him, seemed perfectly okay. Also the same went for Charlie and Ginny the last letter from Ron had told him that they where at the Grimmauld Place. Still this did unsettle Harry so he began to write a letter to Ron, he didn't want to sound too concerned because he didn't want Ron worrying but perhaps if he slipped it in.
Dear Ron
How is your family now that you are together at Grimmauld Place? Besides Percy of course, have you heard anything from him? I was just wondering because spending most of your day sitting in your room gives you plenty of time to think. How's Charlie? Is everything okay with him? Just asking because he spends every day with Dragon's, I was with one just for one hour and I ended up in the hospital wing or at least a hospital station. Well anyway I'm glad to hear the Chuddley Cannon's won again, do you think they could go all the way this year? Also I just wanted you to do me a favor and tell Ginny that I'm sorry if I was rude to her last year before we went to the Ministry I hope she understands. How is she? When is Hermione coming?
From,
Harry
Harry knew he hadn't done a good job with making his abnormal questions not stand out. All he had done was place a normal question between each one. At least it wasn't Hermione reading the letter she would be suspicious of something odd going on as soon as she would of read it. He was counting on Ron's ignorance to stop him from suspecting anything. He tied the letter to Hedwig's leg, opened the window, and watched her fly off into the open air. Wouldn't it be nice to be an owl Harry thought? You could fly off when your owner was stuck with a bunch of muggles. Harry didn't even have homework to do because 5th years courses for the following year could not be selected until the results of the OWL's arrived. They where supposed to arrive exactly one week before school started. He didn't expect he did as well as he liked, especially if he was going to become an auror.
Harry had no intention of going downstairs and having to have to endure any more of Dudley. Although he was beginning to get quite hungry, he had not eaten since dinner the previous night. Harry then remembered that he still had some chocolate frogs at the bottom of his cauldron. He stood up and walked over to his cauldron. His things had not been locked up this summer for Uncle Vernon had taken the threat from his friends very seriously. So Harry was allowed to have access to his things as long as no one else saw them. Harry simply draped his invisibility cloak over his things. This made it invisible to anyone's eye. Sadly this included Harry and he clumsily walked right into it knocking it over. All of his things tumbled across the floor and he began putting them back into the cauldron. He found the chocolate frogs and began eating one of them. It stopped moving once Harry got hold of it. After he had the chocolate frog he continued to move his things back into the cauldron. He picked up his wand which had gone under his bed. How he longed to use it again. He picked it up and looked at it, he smiled remembering all the classes he had used it, cursing it usually for not doing the right thing. He was undoubtedly becoming quite skilled with it. Ever since he set up Dumbledore's Army his skill began improving at a more rapid rate. He was nothing compared to the staff and probably most adult wizards. Yet he was one of the most powerful if not the most powerful wizards in his grade. Not academically of course, there he was just average, yet in DADA there was not a single rival.
He heard the door of the house open. Just be the sound of keys and coins jangling together he knew it was Aunt Petunia
"Harry dear could you please come down stairs" said Aunt Petunia sounding well actually, quite nice. Now that was a bit of a shock thought Harry. What put her in a good mood? Not just a good mood, Harry thought, even in a good mood she was cold to Harry. Well he had more things to worry about than Aunt Petunia's tone of voice. He put his wand in his jean pocket and came down stairs. Aunt Petunia was standing by the entrance and smiled at him. He continued to walk downstairs extremely confused about her attitude. As he reached the bottom of the stair case Dudley walked up to his mother.
"Harry was mean when you left, he called me fat and said he was going to kill me" whined Dudley.
"No I didn't your lying, he's lying Aunt Petunia" said Harry knowing this would lead to some form of punishment.
"Whatever dear, how about you just go upstairs, I….have a surprise for you, come down in ten minutes and you can see it!" said Aunt Petunia looking like this was all just coming to her off the top of her head. Had Aunt Petunia gone mental, well at any rate this had Dudley going upstairs like a cheetah……well like a cheetah who was pregnant with three killer whales. "Come to the living room Harry, dear" Petunia now said sweetly. Something was definitely up thought Harry. Had Petunia suddenly started liking Harry? Or had she had a little more than tea at the Shevard's. "Sit down Harry" she said in the same town but Harry could hear a sort of malice behind those words. This unsettled Harry and he didn't really know what to do.
"No thanks I think I'd rather stand" said Harry. Suddenly Aunt Petunia pulled out a wand and pushed him onto the couch. "Aunt Petunia you know magic? What are you doing?" Harry said completely shocked at what was going on.
"I'm not your Aunt idiot I took a Potion. That is what always stopped us from getting at you. Your Aunt, because of that stupid spell your mother put on you, protected you. They always tried to protect you, yet they never thought of protecting the women that gave you all that protection in the first place" she cackled menacingly and was bringing his wand down on him. "Bet you wish you had your wand now Potter? Like it would do you any good" said well Harry was not entirely sure, a death eater he imagined. It was true he did have his wand but he would not have time to reach for it. She was sure to hit him with a spell before then. Which spell was the question the Cruciatus Curse and then the Death Curse or just the Death Curse? Harry did not like wondering this he was beginning to get very scared. He didn't want to die this way. He was going to be killed and not even by Voldemort but by one of his followers. He was more scared of not avenging his parents and Sirius and Cedric and all those others that died for Harry. This filled him with rage thinking of all those who died to protect him when he was going to die now as simply as this. Then suddenly something then happened that made him want to thank someone so much that previously he had absolutely loathed.
"Mummy I want the present now!" whined Dudley's voice from upstairs. This made the death eater glance for a second in the stairway's direction. This was long enough for Harry to reach into his pocket and grab his wand out and point it at the death eater. The death eater turned around in shock and fumbled in response. Which gave Harry the time to shout "Stupefy!" the death eater then flew across the room and smashed into the wall adjacent to them. She hit the ground and was knocked out cold. Suddenly Ms. Figg came running through the front door.
"Harry what are you doing that is your Aunt!" she yelled not knowing what Harry did. "Please Harry I know she can be a bit of a well, bitch, but that is not excuse for doing anything like that!"
"It's is okay Ms. Figg she is not my aunt, she is a death eater who took the polyjuice potion to get close to me" replied Harry.
"Oh dear, thank god your okay, where is your real aunt then?" asked Ms. Figg coming over to hug Harry. She obviously was just realizing the very closely successful attempt on Harry's life.
"That is a good question that..... I do not know the answer too" replied Harry who was very confused about that. He hoped she wasn't dead perhaps she was just stunned or put to sleep. Then Harry just realized he had done magic again! What would this do to him? Last year this would of course resulted in his expulsion from Hogwarts. Yet now that the Ministry of Magic was almost under the control of Dumbledore he did not know.
"Take this port key it will take you to Grimmauld Place, your friends are their and some members of the order. It may not be safe here even now" said Ms. Fig hurriedly. Harry took the port key and as he felt his location change, he looked around and found him self in the foyer of Grimmauld Place.
"Harry?" he heard a voice behind him say and he turned around to see who it was.......
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Hope you like what I've done so far. Please give me some feed back I have an idea what I'm going to do with this story but nothing is definite yet.
Disclaimer: This story is based on JK Rowling's world and her ideas.
The sun rose and so did Harry. Harry climbed out of his bed, he had been awake for the past two hours. Although having to face the Dursley's in the morning was defiantly a good enough reason to spend a little longer in bed. Aunt Marge's shrill voice definitely had not lost its deafening screech this morning. Harry opened his door and walked out into the hallway. Then he leaned against the wall at the sound of Aunt Marge's voice. He definitely didn't want to see her half scared half hateful glare at him as he came down the stair case.
"I'm off for tea at the Shevard's sweetums I left some treats for you out on the counter be a good boy now" called out Aunt Marge to Dudley, as she left the house closing the door behind her. Dudley emerged from his room at the sound of his name and looked at Harry who was standing adjacent to him in the hallway.
"Go back to your room freak" said Dudley to Harry dismissively barely giving him a look.
"Better go get those treats Diddums we can't have them going to waste" smirked Harry.
"I should, it would give you some space to go back to your room and cry" replied Dudley. This confused Harry, he was very upset over Sirius and sometimes he found the weight of his death certainly overwhelming but he never remembered crying. He also didn't like the look of triumphant glee on that lards face.
"I have not cried once this entire summer" said Harry just looking for a reason to whack that little high and mighty look on Dudley's face.
"Well I always knew your kind was crazy but not this pathetic, every night your whining, you freak, over some people must be your friends, if you have any. Mostly it is over some person, if you can call your kind that, Sirius, who is he? Your boyfriend or something? Oh and let's not forget Cedric, Hag-something, Charlie, Colin, and Ginny. That is just what I can remember. There is heaps more. Little baby you are." Harry slammed his hand inches away from Dudley cornering him against the wall.
"Get lost you fat-git, stop lying, and if you even say anything back to me right now your parents are going to be crying over your grave" snarled Harry as he turned around and slammed his door behind him. He didn't mean to lash out as much as he did but he didn't regret it. He heard Dudley sniggering and walking downstairs which only made him angrier. Why would Dudley make up a lie like that? But wait it couldn't be a lie, Harry thought. Dudley had only ever met Hagrid. This confused Harry greatly what did these people have in common? Was he really crying in his sleep about them? He could possibly understand Cedric because he still felt partially guilty for his death. Also Sirius's death constantly cast a shadow over Harry's heart. Yet Hagrid, even though he had been a bit ruffed up by Grawp last time Harry had seen him, seemed perfectly okay. Also the same went for Charlie and Ginny the last letter from Ron had told him that they where at the Grimmauld Place. Still this did unsettle Harry so he began to write a letter to Ron, he didn't want to sound too concerned because he didn't want Ron worrying but perhaps if he slipped it in.
Dear Ron
How is your family now that you are together at Grimmauld Place? Besides Percy of course, have you heard anything from him? I was just wondering because spending most of your day sitting in your room gives you plenty of time to think. How's Charlie? Is everything okay with him? Just asking because he spends every day with Dragon's, I was with one just for one hour and I ended up in the hospital wing or at least a hospital station. Well anyway I'm glad to hear the Chuddley Cannon's won again, do you think they could go all the way this year? Also I just wanted you to do me a favor and tell Ginny that I'm sorry if I was rude to her last year before we went to the Ministry I hope she understands. How is she? When is Hermione coming?
From,
Harry
Harry knew he hadn't done a good job with making his abnormal questions not stand out. All he had done was place a normal question between each one. At least it wasn't Hermione reading the letter she would be suspicious of something odd going on as soon as she would of read it. He was counting on Ron's ignorance to stop him from suspecting anything. He tied the letter to Hedwig's leg, opened the window, and watched her fly off into the open air. Wouldn't it be nice to be an owl Harry thought? You could fly off when your owner was stuck with a bunch of muggles. Harry didn't even have homework to do because 5th years courses for the following year could not be selected until the results of the OWL's arrived. They where supposed to arrive exactly one week before school started. He didn't expect he did as well as he liked, especially if he was going to become an auror.
Harry had no intention of going downstairs and having to have to endure any more of Dudley. Although he was beginning to get quite hungry, he had not eaten since dinner the previous night. Harry then remembered that he still had some chocolate frogs at the bottom of his cauldron. He stood up and walked over to his cauldron. His things had not been locked up this summer for Uncle Vernon had taken the threat from his friends very seriously. So Harry was allowed to have access to his things as long as no one else saw them. Harry simply draped his invisibility cloak over his things. This made it invisible to anyone's eye. Sadly this included Harry and he clumsily walked right into it knocking it over. All of his things tumbled across the floor and he began putting them back into the cauldron. He found the chocolate frogs and began eating one of them. It stopped moving once Harry got hold of it. After he had the chocolate frog he continued to move his things back into the cauldron. He picked up his wand which had gone under his bed. How he longed to use it again. He picked it up and looked at it, he smiled remembering all the classes he had used it, cursing it usually for not doing the right thing. He was undoubtedly becoming quite skilled with it. Ever since he set up Dumbledore's Army his skill began improving at a more rapid rate. He was nothing compared to the staff and probably most adult wizards. Yet he was one of the most powerful if not the most powerful wizards in his grade. Not academically of course, there he was just average, yet in DADA there was not a single rival.
He heard the door of the house open. Just be the sound of keys and coins jangling together he knew it was Aunt Petunia
"Harry dear could you please come down stairs" said Aunt Petunia sounding well actually, quite nice. Now that was a bit of a shock thought Harry. What put her in a good mood? Not just a good mood, Harry thought, even in a good mood she was cold to Harry. Well he had more things to worry about than Aunt Petunia's tone of voice. He put his wand in his jean pocket and came down stairs. Aunt Petunia was standing by the entrance and smiled at him. He continued to walk downstairs extremely confused about her attitude. As he reached the bottom of the stair case Dudley walked up to his mother.
"Harry was mean when you left, he called me fat and said he was going to kill me" whined Dudley.
"No I didn't your lying, he's lying Aunt Petunia" said Harry knowing this would lead to some form of punishment.
"Whatever dear, how about you just go upstairs, I….have a surprise for you, come down in ten minutes and you can see it!" said Aunt Petunia looking like this was all just coming to her off the top of her head. Had Aunt Petunia gone mental, well at any rate this had Dudley going upstairs like a cheetah……well like a cheetah who was pregnant with three killer whales. "Come to the living room Harry, dear" Petunia now said sweetly. Something was definitely up thought Harry. Had Petunia suddenly started liking Harry? Or had she had a little more than tea at the Shevard's. "Sit down Harry" she said in the same town but Harry could hear a sort of malice behind those words. This unsettled Harry and he didn't really know what to do.
"No thanks I think I'd rather stand" said Harry. Suddenly Aunt Petunia pulled out a wand and pushed him onto the couch. "Aunt Petunia you know magic? What are you doing?" Harry said completely shocked at what was going on.
"I'm not your Aunt idiot I took a Potion. That is what always stopped us from getting at you. Your Aunt, because of that stupid spell your mother put on you, protected you. They always tried to protect you, yet they never thought of protecting the women that gave you all that protection in the first place" she cackled menacingly and was bringing his wand down on him. "Bet you wish you had your wand now Potter? Like it would do you any good" said well Harry was not entirely sure, a death eater he imagined. It was true he did have his wand but he would not have time to reach for it. She was sure to hit him with a spell before then. Which spell was the question the Cruciatus Curse and then the Death Curse or just the Death Curse? Harry did not like wondering this he was beginning to get very scared. He didn't want to die this way. He was going to be killed and not even by Voldemort but by one of his followers. He was more scared of not avenging his parents and Sirius and Cedric and all those others that died for Harry. This filled him with rage thinking of all those who died to protect him when he was going to die now as simply as this. Then suddenly something then happened that made him want to thank someone so much that previously he had absolutely loathed.
"Mummy I want the present now!" whined Dudley's voice from upstairs. This made the death eater glance for a second in the stairway's direction. This was long enough for Harry to reach into his pocket and grab his wand out and point it at the death eater. The death eater turned around in shock and fumbled in response. Which gave Harry the time to shout "Stupefy!" the death eater then flew across the room and smashed into the wall adjacent to them. She hit the ground and was knocked out cold. Suddenly Ms. Figg came running through the front door.
"Harry what are you doing that is your Aunt!" she yelled not knowing what Harry did. "Please Harry I know she can be a bit of a well, bitch, but that is not excuse for doing anything like that!"
"It's is okay Ms. Figg she is not my aunt, she is a death eater who took the polyjuice potion to get close to me" replied Harry.
"Oh dear, thank god your okay, where is your real aunt then?" asked Ms. Figg coming over to hug Harry. She obviously was just realizing the very closely successful attempt on Harry's life.
"That is a good question that..... I do not know the answer too" replied Harry who was very confused about that. He hoped she wasn't dead perhaps she was just stunned or put to sleep. Then Harry just realized he had done magic again! What would this do to him? Last year this would of course resulted in his expulsion from Hogwarts. Yet now that the Ministry of Magic was almost under the control of Dumbledore he did not know.
"Take this port key it will take you to Grimmauld Place, your friends are their and some members of the order. It may not be safe here even now" said Ms. Fig hurriedly. Harry took the port key and as he felt his location change, he looked around and found him self in the foyer of Grimmauld Place.
"Harry?" he heard a voice behind him say and he turned around to see who it was.......
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Hope you like what I've done so far. Please give me some feed back I have an idea what I'm going to do with this story but nothing is definite yet.