Chapter 1: The Beginning

It was raining. It had been raining for five days straight. What a glorious Easter Holiday this was. No one even felt like working. Not even the study study study Hermione.

Harry had been thinking for a while about calling upon his dad for help. Chanticleer. You see when Harry was a tot, his relatives had sent him to live with Petunia's parents for a while. Before they died, Harry's muggle grandmother had given him a story book. The story of Chanticleer. A rooster who made the sun rise with his voice. But the Grand Duke of Owls hated Chanticleer. And the sun. So he sent a mean rooster to pick a fight with him just before the sun was supposed to rise. Chanticleer won the fight, but he forgot to crow. The animals jeered and made fun of him for this. And when he left, the sun had not risen on the farm since. But the animals ventured out to find him when the Grand Duke and his minions where taking over the farm. Chanticleer came to the rescue, and the sun rose again with his musical crow driving the night flyers off.

Harry smiled. He remembered when he was five. And it had been raining just like this on his muggle grandparents farm. He had called out for Chanticleer when the farm hands and his grandparents where trying to get the animals inside. And amazingly, the Grand Duke of Owls appeared before him and turned him into a black furred, green eyed kitten with a lightning bolt streak in his head fur.

He had brought said book with him to the next D.A. meeting.

"What's the point of bringing a muggle children's story to this meeting Potter?" Zacharias Smith sneered.

"Just thought everyone would need a little cheering up from the dismal weather." Harry smiled. "This book is very special to me." He ran his fingers over the very nice rooster image on the front cover.

"Why?"

"Because its how I met Chanticleer."

"Harry, that's not possible." Hermione interrupted. "He's a fictional character. And an animal at that."

Harry frowned. This wasn't going how he planned. Damn. If only there was some way they could see my adventure for themselves. Suddenly, a big television appeared and several comfortable seats.

"What the bloody hell?" Three guesses who asked before being smacked upside the head by Hermione for language.

"How did a television get in here?" The affectionately called bookworm asked.

"Don't know." But there's a VCR on top of it and by the looks of it it has a tape in it ready to play. Wonder what it is." Collin Creevy said

"Wonder what it is." Dennis said.

"I think I know." Hermione said picking up a paper video box. "Harry. Why does this boy look like you?"

Harry looked closely at the animated boy in front of a bunch of farm animals. He saw himself sitting with his legs crossed in front of Chanticleer and Goldie.

"That's Chanticleer." Harry pointed with a smile at the rooster that was like a father to him. "And that is me." He pointed to the boy. "And before you say anything Hermione. You should know by now that ANYTHING is possible with magic."

"Let's watch it!" Dennis said eagerly.

With several shrugs, they had nothing better to do anyway, everyone, even Zacharias Smith, sat down in respective armchairs. And Hermione pushed the video inside.

The movie opened up to see space and planet earth.

"Once upon a time." A voice that Harry recognized as Patoo said in a voice over. "Back before I knew how to tie my shoes."

"The dog on the box!" Dennis said. He saw he was wearing untied shoes.

"Dennis Shut up!" Several said. They weren't even three minutes into the movie.

"The sun rose. Now I know an everyday sunrise might not seem like such a big deal to some folks."

"Cause its not."

"Shall I jinx him Harry?" Ron whispered. "I can get him from here."

"Smith. Shut up." Hermione said.

"But imagine for a moment, that instead of the sun rising UP, like this," The sun started rising in the picture over one corner of the planet. "One morning, where you lived. She took a look around, and decided to go back to sleep."

"That's not possible." Hermione said again.

"Ahem."

"Shutting up."

"It happened once to us! Let me tell ya all about it."

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight burst forward and rushed to the other side of the earth, then plummeted down through the atmosphere. And a voice was heard.

"Cock a dooooooo oohoooo." The camera zoomed around farm scenery including a body of water and zoomed through a group of haystacks. Before stopping at up close imagery of a rooster crow...ahem...singing the sun awake. "Yodeleee hee hee."

"What a voice." Lavender Brown blushed.

Harry smiled. His dad still had it. Even after all these years. He went to their farm as often as he could. Mostly when he had no work at the Dursley's or at Hogwarts. He just came to the Room of Requirement (Or an unused classroom) And rubbed the rooster image on his storybook.

But still, the story had only just begun.

To Be Continued...

For the record. Though Chanticleer and Goldie cannot officially adopt Harry as they are storybook characters, he still calls them his mum and dad.

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