*Disclaimer-At this point in time I own none of the characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling. But I really like her storys and I really have some great ideas! Please don't sue! Just kidding. But there will be some of my own characters so don't worry!
The clock struck twelve. A teenage boy sleeps restlessly at his aunt and uncles house. He sits straight up in bed. The room seemed to spin before him. He is pulled into the air and it seems as if he is inside a tornado. He sees himself getting older, first fifteen, sixteen, seveteen...he sees his friends, he sees his school, his teachers, his enemies, and finally...
"Still hurts,"he says clutching his forehead where a tiny scar marks the memory of the day his parents were murdered by the greatest dark wizard in time, "and Voldemort hasn't even made any moves to take over the wizarding world of England. Not while Dumbledore's around I guess. Oh look! I'm 18! Great! Wait a minute! Damn! No school to look forward to! I've gotta get out of this hell!"
He then went back to bed without another thought.
"Harry!" Uncle Vernon yelled through the door.
"Huh?" Harry Potter, or the 'Boy who lived,' asked sleepily.
"Down here now! That stupid..." his voice trailed off as he walked down the stairs.
Harry walked down the stairs slowly. He was afraid to see what Uncle Vernon was so mad about. When he got downstairs, his cousin was cowering in the corner.
"Harry!" his uncles voice yelled from the living room. Harry followed his voice and found his aunt lying on the floor.
"What..."
"She fainted. From fright!" He yelled.
"Why?"
"Just look at who's standing in the door!"
Harry looked. When he saw who it was he almost yelled in joy. But, then he saw the looks on their faces. Sirius Black (which must of been Aunt Petunia's reason for fright), and Remus Lupin.
"What's wrong?" asked Harry.
"It's Dumbledore. He's sick. He tried to take on Voldemort alone and he had too many blasts of the cruciatus curse. He might die Harry. It's your last chance to tell him what you want to. Get your things, we're going to Hogwarts," Remus explained in a sad monotone voice.
"He...he...did...everything for me. He...he was always there when James..." Sirius's voice trailed off. Harry saw the look on Sirius's face that was always there whenever someone spoke of James. He still blamed himself for the murder of his good friend.
Harry ran upstaires to get his things.
"Harry, haven't you forgot something?" Harry looked up.
"Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you I won't be coming back!"
"No, you forgot to ask permission to leave."
"Like you give a damn." Harry knew that Vernon would keep him there just to make him miserable. Harry wasn't going to spend the rest of his life with that bastard though.
"No, you're right. I don't. But havn't I tought you anything?"
"No. Oh yeah! You tought me that it's OK to be prejudice."
"You..." Harry shut the door in his face.
"We'll have to come back when Dudley's in more of a mood for talking." Harry said. All of a sudden though, he burst into tears. "He was like a dad..."
Sirius hugged him and told him he'd be fine. "People do live from overdose's of the cruciatus curse." Remus said, although he looked doubtful.
"He needs his rest!" yelled Madam Pomfrey. Harry smiled, glad to know that one thing would always be the same.
"But it's Harry! Oh and me! And...well I don't think he'd want to see Remus. Go away, or she won't let us in!" Sirius said trying to liven up the situation.
Remus had a look of mocking hurt on his face as he backed away. Then he grinned and came back. "Ahhh, yes Sirius. I know that he would like to see me,"he said happily. Then his voice changed to a mocking evil tone, "But you just want him all to yourself!"
"Mwahahahahaha!" laughed Harry joining in on the fun. Madam Pomfrey looked like she'd had enough of The Marauders for today.
"Alright, go in! But you'll have a guilty mind if he gets worse from lack of rest with you blokes around! Aren't you ever serious?"
"Yeah," replied Remus. "But, well I feel a little out of myself today. Oh wait! That's Sirius and I'm Remus! Right! He then pulled a quill out of Harry's old school trunk, and dipping the quill in the ink, he wrote remus on a piece of parchment and stuck it in his pocket. "If I forget, that might come into use!" he said as they walked into the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey pointed to a bed in the corner.
Harry walked over and pulled the curtains open. When he saw Dumbledore lying there, the twinkle gone from his blue eyes, he almost lost control again. Dumbledore looked at Harry and said "Harry, there is something I must tell you."
"Yes?"
"My name was not always Albus Dumbledore. It had once been Albus Potter. I am your great-grandfather and I changed my name for certain reasons only a headmaster would know of. I didn't want to embarrass you grandfather for one thing." He chuckled, then he coughed. "If you know what I mean."
"But, how come you didn't take me in when...?" Harry stopped, for he didn't want to see the look on Sirius's face again.
"Because, my duty of headmaster would be very time consuming, and it would be a rare coincidence if I saw you and was able to tell you the things a gaurdian must. Of course, at the time, I thought the Dursley's would tell you all you needed to know about your hidden life, but it seems I was wrong. Let me get some rest now."
"Good-bye, grandfather." Sirius put his hand on Harry's shoulder and directed him out of the hospital wing. Harry felt like a schoolboy once more. He felt that pang of childhood pain that you often get, but this time, it was stronger than ever before. Harry wondered why, but then realized that he would not have any family anymore.
"Harry! I got a job for you at the Ministry with Hermione!" Sirius came burting through the door.
"Awww...not the minestry!" Harry groaned and Sirius' face fell.
"Well then, Where?"
"Weasley Wizard Wheezes!" Sirius chuckled.
"Alrighty then!" Sirius and Harry apparated to the small store in Hogsmeade which held any kind of joke supplies that you needed for a prank.
"Hello, Harry!" chimed George as soon as Harry appeared.
"How can I help you old chap? Fake wands, Filibuster Fireworks, Dungbombs, Canairy Creams!" Fred continued for his brother.
"I'd like to work here!" Harry yelled as George set off a Firework.
"Sure!" He handed Harry a sweater, probably made by Mrs. Weasley (even though she didn't want them to start the joke shop), with the letters WWW printed across the front.
"Come in tomorrow!" Fred told him cheerfully as Harry and Sirius turned to leave. But then Fred and George stopped them and gave them a few prank things.
"Oy Harry, Sirius! Say hi to are old pal Severeus won't you?" They both said winking.
Dumbledore twists and turns un his bed. He opens his eyes and suddenly before him stands a figure with a snakelike face, a face that most wizards in England would flee Europe from if they ever saw it lurking down a dark alley.
"I didn't finish you off Dumbledore, but now is the time to do so," says a highpitched voice.Dumbledore struggles to find his wand, but never sees it anywhere. He whispers the words Harry Potter, so silently, that not even Voldemort can here him.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouts. A green light flashes through the hospital wing. Dumbledore stops twisting immedietly and is soon staring up at the ceiling with glassy wide eyes. Voldemort smiles a sinister twisted smile. He has sucseeded in his task.
Harry's scar burns in pain. Harry wakes and runs down to Sirius who is sleeping in the lounge. But, before he gets there, he has a feeling that he should go into the hospital wing. He turns around and runs in that direction. When he reaches the door, he flings it open and runs inside. He can't believe what he sees.
*So, did you like it? Don't worry! There will be more parts! As long as I don't get too many flames! There will be characters you've never heard of *Dolsey de Winter cough* *Winona Riddle cough*. Well, please Review! Thanks!