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Chapter 1

"Ouch" the thirteen soon to be fourteen year old Harry hissed, when he once again awoke, clutching his scar as he had all summer long.

The reason for this was quite odd really, as Harry was not your average teen, in fact, save for the fact that the boy was a teen, nothing could point to Harry being a normal teen. For you see, Harry was and always would be: the Harry Potter, better known in some circles as

the-boy-who-lived.

A quirky nick-name to be sure, but one that did do him justice, in the eyes of his fellow magicians that is. Yes magicians as in wand-waving, potion-brewing wizards and witches.


Young Harry obtained this nick-name twelve, nearly thirteen years ago, when the feared and dreaded self-styled Dark Lord Voldemort decided that he and his parents were to die at his hand. Entering Godric's Hollow, the cottage of the Potter family, the Dark Lord quickly ended the life of the once handsome and happy-go-lucky James Potter. Several killing curses flew at James before the man truly could register the attack.

Stepping over the fresh body of James Potter, Voldemort moved upstairs to the nursery, where Lily Potter had barricaded her self together with her young child. Blasting the door open with another killing curse the Dark Lord stepped through, but before he could fire the killing curse, Lily begged to kill her and spare her son, activating several enchantments upon Harry. With Voldemort's casual acceptation, namely the words: "Very well", Lily accepted the killing curse head-on.

Turning to the surviving member of the Potter family, namely Harry Potter, the Dark Lord Voldemort then uttered the most feared words in the wizarding world: 'Aveda Kedavra'.

And was shocked when the green curse he cast so often, rebound of of Harry Potter and onto himself banishing his soul from the body. Thus the emergence of the name: the-boy-who-lived.

Young Harry was then sent to his remaining relatives: the Dursley family. From his second year of living till just before his eleventh birthday, Harry had lived in constant fear and terror. While the rest of the world rejoiced in the liberation of the oppressing darkness, Harry was constantly subjected to it. For you see, Harry's relatives were not kind to him, far from that in fact. They were a constant source of physical and emotional pain. If he wasn't belittled he was forced to do all the housekeeping and should he not finish all the ridiculous chores, he wouldn't get food.

This all changed upon the eve of his eleventh birthday, when Hagrid the groundskeeper and keeper of key of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry came and told him that he was a wizard. Sure, he was sceptical at first, but when faced with the magic that is Diagon Alley, Harry was forced to admit he truly was a wizard.

Finally Harry had a chance to express him self and make some real friends. The first friend he made was a red-headed boy named Ronald Weasley, who came from a magical family with seven children, himself as the youngest son.

The second friend he made was Hermione Granger, a muggleborn girl whom he rescued from a mountain troll.

Still his first year was not without danger, the headmaster Albus Dumbledore hid a powerful magical object known as the Philosophers Stone within the school, which was highly sought after by a very weak Voldemort. Confronted with teachers who didn't believe him, Harry went after the object himself, along with his friends Ron and Hermione. Making it past all the safeguards of the object, Harry was once again confronted with Voldemort, who possessed his Defence against the Dark Arts teacher. Somehow wining the confrontation Harry became the hero of Hogwarts.

In his second year, a secret chamber was opened, and within lurked a dangerous creature, namely a basilisk, a gigantic snake with the power to kill with a look alone. Figuring that out alone was a hard task but defeating it even harder. Finally Harry killed it with the aid of Fawkes and the Sorting Hat from wherein he obtained the famed sword of Godric Gryffindor.

In his third and previous year, the boy met one of his parents' friends Remus Lupin and his wrongly accused godfather Sirius Black. Harry also was confronted with dementors, some of the nastiest dark creatures the wizarding world held, learning a counter to drive back the creatures, Harry saved himself, Hermione and his godfather from a soulless life. And once again was sent back to the Dursley family.


Now getting back to Harry's predicament, the pain in his scar, which had caused Harry to wake up. Ever since the real betrayer of his parents, Peter Pettigrew had escaped, Harry had been having strange dreams and flashes of emotion not his own. Though the boy did not know why.

What he did know was that it was annoying, and painful, which had caused him to scream out in pain. This in turn had caused his uncle to come running and claiming that he was waking up normal people with his freakishness. Though Harry still failed to see how Vernon could claim to be normal, seeing as the man had the size of a walrus.

None the less, Harry had been left without food and with to much work for a week after the first time as punishment for waking his uncle. And consequently, re-learned how to lower his voice, so as not to wake his uncle.

Another thing, that had aided Harry, was the marauders map, while in-active, Harry could communicate with it. Rather similar to Riddle's Diary. Though it didn't have the same malicious feel to it.

In fact, Harry had gained a deeper understanding of charms and transfiguration, through various "discussions" with the imprints of his father, Sirius and Remus. While Peter contributed little. His quirky comments made the process easier and Harry could see why Peter was his father's friend.

The imprint of James was actually shocked that Harry hadn't chosen either runes or arithmancy, as both were family specialties and as such, the imprint had taken to "teach" Harry the basics of both.

Now though, Harry was way past the basics and was still steadily learning both disciplines of magic. It would be something that he would be keeping a secret from Hermione, however. As the girl would go completely mental and insisting that he studied with her. Which he didn't want to do, by Merlin, he loved Hermione dearly, but her frantic studying was something he didn't relish sharing.

Still, Harry had learned quite a few of the charms that went into creating the map. Enough to add new places to the map. It was actually quite simple, Remus had modified a protean charm, which was the basis for the map. And Harry only had to cast the slave part of the charm to add the place to the map, the area instantly drawing itself on the map.

Due to Harry's theoretical progress, the boy couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts in little less than 1 month from his birthday, which was the next day.


Harry's birthday had come and gone and the boy would be picked up by the Weasley's the following day. Feeling the need to inform his uncle Harry emerged from his room and moved downstairs.

"Uncle…" Harry started.

"What boy, can't you see I'm busy?" the walrus sized man questioned.

And indeed the man was busy, busy watching a boring show on the telly that is.

"I can see that uncle, but do you remember the Weasley's?"

"Yes, what of them"

"Well, they are coming to pick me up tomorrow, at noon."

"Finally, you are out of our hair again." His uncle spat.

Then followed with a questioned: "how are they coming?"

"Don't know, Uncle." Harry said with a shrug.

"Just thought you'd like to know."

"Indeed." And with that, Harry knew that the conversation was over.

Moving back up the stairs, Harry started packing his trunk. First went his cauldron, in which he put his potions ingredients and supplies. Next to his cauldron he put his old school books, first those from his first year, followed by the books from second year, and finally he put the books from his previous year in. On top of his books, the boy placed Dudley's old castoffs and finally at the very top of his trunk, he placed his robes and wizarding knick-knacks.


The rest of the day had past uneventfully and the night soon gave way to a brand new day. Moring gave way to noon and Harry had placed his trunk in the hall, his invisibility cloak, marauders map and wand securely on his person.

Frowning Harry looked at the clock again, wondering why the Weasley's hadn't shown up at noon. His uncle already mocked him for it.

"No consideration at all." Harry's aunt complained.

"We might've had an engagement." She continued.

"Maybe they think they'll get invited to dinner if they're late."

"Well, they most certainly won't be," said Uncle Vernon, and Harry heard him stand up and start pacing the living room. "They'll take the boy and go, there'll be no hanging around. That's if they're coming at all. Probably mistaken the day. I daresay their kind don't set much store by punctuality. Either that or they drive some tin-pot car that's broken down.

THUNK, THUNK!

"What happened?" said Harry. "What's the matter?"

Hurrying into the living room Harry could hear a loud banging and it was coming from behind the Dursley's' boarded-up fireplace, which had a fake coal fire plugged in front of it.

"What is it?" gasped Aunt Petunia, who had backed into the wall and was staring,

terrified, toward the fire. "What is it, Vernon?"

Petunia Dursley's question was answered mere seconds later when voices came out of the fireplace.

"Ouch! Fred, no - go back, go back, there's been some kind of mistake, tell

George not to, OUCH! George, no, there's no room, go back quickly and tell Ron"

"Maybe Harry can hear us, Dad, maybe he'll be able to let us out"

There was a loud hammering of fists on the boards behind the electric fire.

"Harry? Harry, can you hear us?" The Dursley's rounded on Harry like a pack of wolves. Hungry wolves at that.

"What is this?" growled Uncle Vernon. "What in gods name are the doing?"

"They … they've tried to get here trough your fireplace," said Harry, fighting a mad

desire to laugh.

"They can travel by fire, only you've blocked the fireplace" He approached the fireplace and called through the boards.

"Mr. Weasley? Can you hear me?"

The hammering stopped.

"Mr. Weasley, it's Harry ... the fireplace has been blocked up. You won't be able to

get through there."

"Damn!" said Mr. Weasley's voice. "What on earth did they want to block up the

fireplace for?"

"They've got an electric fire," Harry explained.

"Really?" said Mr. Weasley's voice excitedly. "Eclectic, you say? With a plug and everything? Gracious, I must see that... Let's think hmm..."

"Ouch, Ron!"

"I'm trying to think what to do, a yes, yes the only way, stand back, Harry."

Quickly moving to take cover, Harry ducked behind the couch as Mr. Weasley cast a spell that sent the electric fireplace flying.

Before their very eyes, the Dursley's saw, four redheaded people rolling out of their once boarded up fire place.

"Terribly sorry, Mr. Dursley", Arthur Weasley said, "I'll clean it up in a jiffy."

"You'd better." Vernon hissed, rather angry at his fireplace being desecrated like that.

"Of course, of course, now Fred, George, get Harry's trunk, and go back home. Ron you and Harry go ahead, here take a pinch of floo powder.

And with that Harry and Ron were gone. Followed, a mere few seconds later, by the Weasley twins. Who had covertly dropped several sweets in the Dursley livingroom.