Hunter Potter and the Order of the Ministry

Chapter 1.

"This is the lousiest summer I have ever had" Growled Hunter as he sat outside under the tree, it was the hottest day of the year, and the heat wave was only getting started. He glared up at the sky using Kurtley's sunglasses; the grass was hard against his back since it was as dry as his aunt Molly's personality. He kept reading and checking the news incase there was any sign of Vincemort. Even the Sorcerer's newspaper the Newt Eyes have had no report, it was getting him pissed off beyond compensation. He would try and listen to the news to be sure there was no mass killings anywhere near here. But his Uncle Hayman would yell at him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You don't watch the news! Scat!" he ordered of him when Hunter had it on the 6 o'clock news.

"Blow it out your ass, I was here first!" Hunter shot back, not afraid to stand up to his uncle. Due to all the spare time he had. Hunter was starting to use Kurtley's weights out in the garage; he was bench-pressing Helmsley to pass the time. But realized weights would work a lot better than a living dragon that likes to run around a lot. Hunter put on weight… in muceal that is. He stood up to his Uncle, but backed down when his uncle threatened to call animal control on Helmsley. He was forbidden to watch TV, so he spent most of his time outside listening in. He looked around the neighborhood; everyone had yellow grass since they weren't allow watering their lawns. He could hear his uncle ask Aunt Molly where Kurtley was. She said he was out with his friends to a milk bar.

"Milk bar my ass, there is no such thing. He's probably out beating up a girl," Hunter growled. He got sick of his Uncle and Aunt talking about how proud they were of Kurtley being so popular. Hunter could give a rat's ass about him. He was more upset with the fact that Helmsley hasn't given him any mail for the past week. Nothing from Chris, Stephoine or even HBK, it was really starting to piss him off. Their letters often contained

'Can't talk now, and I can't say much. Hang in there' and that was it.

When the news came on, Hunter crept towards the window to listen in. There were reports of gas prices going up, the Canadian dollar going up as well.

"Damn Canuckers" he muttered to himself. Thankfully there was no news of people being murdered by an unknown cause. Hunter went to get up, yet hit his head on the window.

"OW DAMN IT!" he yelled as he rubbed his head. His Uncle Hayman looked out glaring at Hunter.

"What do you think you're doing!" he roared. Hunter got up after rubbing the pain out of his head.

"Listening in, what's it to you?" Hunter shot back, he knew the people who were out and about stopped what they were doing to listen in. The only advantage Hunter had was the neighbor's gossip about what goes on. Oh sure, he was part of it for a while. Being told he was just released from prison or something to make everyone avoid him. But he didn't care. They left him alone. Hunter went inside to finish up his argument with his Uncle Hayman. He stormed up through the door and slammed it. His eyes darted towards his uncle.

"So… what the hell is wrong with me watching the news huh? I'm surprised you're watching it. Normally Spoungebob is on that this time" Hunter stated with his arms crossed.

Uncle Hayman was pissed. "You ungrateful little bastard! I took you in off the streets you know, I had to take a lot of verbal punishment from my family in doing so. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be what you are today!" he yelled back.

Hunter looked at himself and then his uncle. "Well thank God, I'm not like you Uncle Hayman, but Kurtley coming along very nicely I should say, he has your annoying screechy voice. 'It's true, it's true!'" Hunter shot back while trying to mimic Kurtley.

"Don't you dare insult him! He became a gold mentalist when you were gone, he broke his neck and he still won!" Aunt Molly shot back.

"Oh please, he beats up girls," Hunter stated in an uninterested tone.

"Get your ass up to your room Hunter!" Hayman yelled. Hunter decided to oblige, so he stormed up the room while knocking a table or 2 over, breaking a few dishes in the process. Hunter figured if he was going to be set to his room, might as well make it worth while. He grinned when he closed his door, hearing his Uncle scream with anger. Hunter locked the door and looked around the room. Helmsley was sleeping on his bed.

"Oh man, I got to get you your own bed now?" Hunter asked him. Helmsley looked at him, instantly sensing something was wrong. He got off and checked on Hunter. He couldn't help but smile to his dragon, the only thing that really cared about him at the moment. But things haven't been the same since last year.

Hunter could recall very well Lashley's death, he was right beside him when it happened, and his leg throbs just thinking about it. "A torn Quad and a death… you know, it really sucks to be me," he told his dragon. He saw Vincemort come back, more powerful than ever. And his eyes locked onto Hunter instantly. Vowing one of them will die; Hunter didn't like the tone in his voice. He knew damn well, people were going to be out for his head now. Well… sorcerers were. Hunter leaned against the wall and slid down it, Helmsley rested his head on his lap just as Hunter started to scratch around Helmsley's horns.

"Do you think I am crazy? I mean, why is all this crap happening to me and now? I've been through enough, and no one seems to give a rat's ass about it. Not Uncle Hayman, Aunt Molly… Kurtley. And now my friends! Why would none of them write me! I didn't do anything to them, and even HBK, he won't even tell me what the hell is going on! I've been thinking. Perhaps I should just get the hell out of here. Take the lightning bolt and go. You and I would be ok. We'll find Shawn and we'll join him, live with him and be a couple of degenerates or something." Hunter said aloud not knowing he just put Helmsley to sleep. Hunter glared down at his dragon. "Some help you are!" he growled however smirked to his dragon as he took Helmsley off of his lap. Hunter looked out his window to see the town, wondering what it would be like if he did leave the house.

Hunter would take out his wand every so often from his back pocket, grinning at the fact the had so much power within it, to do what he would like… he if wasn't bounded by rules all the time. "Screw this, I'm going out" Hunter said as he snuck downstairs and out the door, he was greatful his uncle Hayman and his aunt Molly were watching the worlds dumbest crooks. He snuck out the back door and made sure no one was looking. There was this one neighbor of his Mea Young; she was a nice elderly lady. Yet kept yakking his ear off every time she spotted him. Uncle Hayman would send Hunter over to keep her company knowing it bugged the hell out of him. She talked about back in her day; she was the living definition of a playboy. Hunter would hear her stories on end, not to mention shutter at some of them. She went into details about some… technique that was used in couple's beds these days, claiming she invented them… Hunter smirked to himself. "Well at least those thoughts gave me better dreams than Vincemort!" he chuckled as he hopped the fence and went on his way.

Hunter walked down the street looking at some of the houses till he came across the park, the same one that he found the Bus at. He went over to one of the swings and sat on it, thinking over what he should be doing with his life. That was till he heard Kurtley and his friends.

"Hey Kurt, that was cool!" came a deep voice. "You see me spit in their face?" he asked.

Kurtley smirked. "You know, that kid won't be walking for a long time!" he laughed. His other friend Hunter knew all too well. The one that claimed he spat in some kid's face was Kenny. His friends were Nicky, Mikey, Johnny and Mitch.

They spotted Hunter standing alone, the six of them smiled to themselves. "Look Kurtley? Isn't that your badass cousin?" Kenny questioned.

Kurtley knew well enough to keep his distance from Hunter. "Don't mess with him. He came from detention facility and has even been in jail!" he lied.

It made the five men back away slowly. However Johnny grinned. "Makes you wonder whose bitch he was in there!" he laughed.

"Oh haha, I'm no one's bitch… bitch" Hunter snapped back at Johnny. "I can kick your ass six ways from Sunday. You don't wanna piece of this! I got friends… powerful friends," Hunter warned.

Such a threat was not to be taken lightly. Kurtley managed to convince his friends to go home, he would deal with Hunter himself. The five agreed as they left. Kurtley made sure they were out of earshot when he began yelling at his cousin. "What are you trying to prove? You are such a jerk!" Kurtley growled.

"Don't mess with me right now" Hunter snapped back. Before he could continue his threat, he felt the air around him grow cold… something wasn't right. For but a moment, it was a hot summer's day. Now, clouds have come from nowhere. The temperature dropped to a winter's day. Hunter's felt his spine quiver, that familiar feeling. "Kurtley, get behind me now!"

"What the hell Hunter!" he demanded. Kurtley froze when they began to come from the sky. Tormentors!

"RUN!" Hunter ordered. As fast as their legs could carry. Kurtley turned into an alleyway, assuming it was a short cut. Hunter followed… only to realize it was a dead end. "Oh aren't you the smart one!" Hunter yelled at Kurtley, it left him with no other choice. Hunter pulled his wand from the back pocket and aimed it to the sky. The Tormentors were getting closer, he thought of the words to shout aloud. However his wand sent out the surge of power to deflect the Tormentors! "That saves some embarrassing words," Hunter thought as he kept focus to the Tormentors until they retreated.

He turned back to face his cousin… who had already fainted in the alleyway. Oddly enough he wasn't alone. Someone came from the shadows; he was about to hide his wand again until he the voice ordered him. "Don't you even dare! Those Tormentors could return!"

"Mrs. Young?" Hunter questioned. She came from the shadows and pulled Kurtley up onto his feet, she was a tough young broad and began to drag him out of the alley. "I got him, you keep that wand out!" she warned.

"How did you know?" Hunter questioned.

She blew off the question. "I'm like you, sort of. I came from Magical parents, yet never did have magical powers. Now keep moving!" she ordered.

Hunter didn't argue, he kept his wand out as Mae carried Kurtley back home. Once through the door, hr most certainly got an earful. "For ten minutes straight we got these letters Hunter! What the hell did you do?" Uncle Paul demanded.

Hunter ripped open a letter. "Dear Mr. Potter. We regret to inform you that due to your use of magic, we will be taking your wand and shattering it as well as expel you from Ringwarts. Do not attempt to leave the facility you are in, we will be by shortly." It was from the head honchos of Magic.

"This is what I get for saving your sorry Olympic ass!" Hunter growled as he tore the letter. Shortly after, another arrived. Mr. Jericsley wrote. "Hunter, don't give up your wand! I am working as fast as I can on this!"

"He's been nothing but trouble, I say if they come to take Hunter. We give him!" Uncle Paul announced. Even more letters began to flood the house, yet one… one was for his aunt Molly.

No one could hear what it said, however it chilled her to the bone, the moment Uncle Paul said he wanted Hunter out of the house did his Aunt Molly protest. "NO! He is not leaving this house! I refuse to let him leave! I made a promise…" she said in a defiant tone.

Hunter was given one more letter from the Magical Corporation, claiming Hunter will be put on trial to determine if he is to go to Ringwarts and keep his wand.

The letters soon stopped, Hunter was left alone with his wand and Helmsley. Uncle Paul was taking the family to a banquet; they were given an invitation for best lawn on the street. Hunter knew something was wrong about that; there was no such award for crab grass let alone a yellow lawn. But they went anyway. Hunter decided to get some sleep until he heard commotion coming from down the stairs. Startled to the sound, he placed his wand in his back pocket and kept Helmsley at his side. The noise came from the dinning room. He crept in quietly, until he recognized a voice. "These maggots call this comfort?!"

"Professor Lazy eye?" Hunter asked as he came into view. The moment he did, did a strange looking woman knock over a cup. It shattered to the ground.

"Oopes! My bad!" she said and bent down to pick up the pieces. Every head tilted to the side, her skirt was so short it revealed the thong she wore under it.

"DAMN!" proclaimed dark skinned man.

"Uh. I don't mean to be rude, but why the hell are you all in my house?" he asked.

"At ease maggot! We came to rescue you! Come on now! We don't have time to explain!" Lazy eye announced.

Hunter hadn't seen any of these sorcerers or sorcereress, yet Lazy eye said he would explain in due time. He was rather fascinated by the klutz with the long legs. Her hair color changed at will, as did her thong! But he couldn't distract himself with that thought now; Lazy Eye was already rushing him out the door. "Come on, we got to hurt, that fake invite won't hold off the mortals for long!" Lazy eye announced.

Hunter turned and stared at him, he was given a wink from the professor… he set the invites to get them out of the house! "Nice" was all Hunter could say.

The means of transportation were summoned. Mainly broomstick, Hunter, however got his trusty sledgehammer. They mounted up and took to the sky; Helmsley quickly followed them, flying next to his master.

It had been a rough summer. Helmsley's leg took a long time to heal over. It concerned him greatly. He reviewed the tips Kane's new flame gave him on tending to dragons. He dared not disobey them… that woman would lit more than a fire under his ass if he did. It wasn't long before they were on another side of town. The moment did his feet touch the ground; Professor Lazy Eye shoved a paper in his hand. "Memorize it soldier!" he ordered.

Hunter stared down at the note. It was an address. Yet the name at the top stunned him. "Order of the Ministry?" he whispered.