Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the Dursleys or anything about them.
They are J.K Rowlings and I have no plans whatsoever of stealing them. The
only things that I owned is the plot and a few characters that I made.
Don't sue me, I have no money. Lol.
Authoress' Note: Hello! Ok I re-wrote my old story, "The Destiny" and re- named it to. Anyway, this takes place in Harry's fifth year. There will be some pairing in here later on (I hope you'll like this one, so read and enjoy! Don't forget to review! No flames please, but I will be very happy to get some helpful advice from you. Luv ya!
Chapter 1:
~The Boy Who Lived~
Harry Potter wasn't your average fifteen-year-old boy. He was highly unusual in many ways and one of those is that he hates the summer holidays very much. Who would if you are going to spend two whole months with the Dursleys? From the way they look at him like he was some kind of a disgusting slug to the fact that they treat him like a filthy house rat, it was a clear sign that he was unwanted in their house
The Dursleys were one of those narrow minded Muggles (non-magic folk) who despise magic in any kind or form, meaning Harry who was a wizard was as unwelcome in their house as a stary cat. Not like he wanted to stay with them any way, but he have no choice. They were his only living relatives left. You see, Harry's parents, who were both witch and wizard themselves, where killed when he was only a year old by an evil dark wizard that goes by the name Lord Voldemort with a very powerful Death Curse. He tried to do the same on Harry, but failed when the cursed backfired and hit the castor instead, leaving Harry with a lightning shape scar on his forehead and reducing Voldemort to almost nothing. Powers gone, Voldemort went into hiding and Harry Potter, who was from then on known as "The Boy Who Lived", became famous.
Harry sat up and sighed. His eyes roamed around the room and paused on the two birthday cards and the moving photograph taken at the Burrow his bestfriends Ron and Hermione gave him on his birthday a week ago. They were both smiling in the photograph, waving at him. Harry couldn't help but smile. Oh how he wish he could spend the summer at the Weasleys! Hermione had been there since two weeks ago, but Harry couldn't go because Professor Dumbledore wouldn't let him. He remembered Mrs.Weasley's last letter:
~*~
Harry,
As much as we wanted to have you here, we couldn't disobey Dumbledore's orders. He knows what's best for you, and that is to stay there at the Dursleys. He got you into some kind of protection there, and now with Voldemort back and all, we jut couldn't take the risk. I hope you understand. But we'll still try to convince him
Molly Weasley
~*~
Voldemort. He had tried to kill Harry for the past four years and all of those attempts failed, although Harry had to admit that he had been severely hurt in all of them. His last encounter with him was the most terrible. It costed the life of one innocent student, Cedric Diggory and Harry had been haunted by his thoughts ever since. That's not all, Voldemort also regained his powers and body back, with the assistnce of Wormtail whose real name was Peter Pettigrew.
Everyone thought that Pettigrew had been dead for years, killed by Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, who was thought by everyone to be Voldemort's spy and a traitor to Lily and James Potter. But it turned out to be the other way around, Peter Pettigrew was the real traitor and spy, and Sirius was just blamed for everything. He had to suffer 12 long years (a/n: did I get that right?) in Azkaban, the Wizard Prison, for a crime he didn't commit. Harry found out all the truth in his third year when Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban and went to Hogwarts. Everyone thought that he was after Harry, but the truth is he was after Peter Pettigrew who was pretending to be Ron's pet rat, scabbers. He also learned about Remus Lupin's past and about the makers of the Marauder's Map. Harry thought that he would be able to go away from the Dursleys forever and live with his godfather since they caught the real criminal, but Peter escaped and they had no more proof to proove their words. Luckily, Albus Dumbledore, the kind headmaster of Hogwarts believed then and helped Sirius to escape. Peter Pettigrew went back to Voldemort afterwards, and aid him together with the Death Eaters with his evil plans to spread terror in both Wizarding and Muggle World. There had been reports about mysterious mass murders and disappearances, and Harry knew that the Dark Lord were responsible for these crimes.
Harry pushed these horrible thoughts away, and putting his glasses on, he stood up and walked past he brass cage where his owl Hedwig was sleeping, towards his closet. Opening it, he peered at the mirror that he hung inside.
He stared at his reflection, and the boy who looked back at him was hardly recognizable. It had been only a little more than a month ago since the start of the summer holidays, but he achieved a lot of physical change which made him look much more different than the little skinny school boy he once knew. He grew a few inches taller, with broader shoulders and a hint of muscles on the arms, chest and legs. It was undeniable that the strength training that he had been doing the past month has its effect. It was less likely that Voldemort will wrestle him to death, he will surely prefer his wand to finish him off, but there's no harm in taking a little extra preparation, right?
But no matter how much he changed, he is still the same Harry Potter his friends knew and love. The unkempt, jet black hair, the bright green eye hidden behind the glasses, and the lightning shaped scar on his forehead which made him very famous.
Harry ran his fingers on his scar when something made him turn around and look at the direction of his window. It reflected an image standing by the open window, Harry was sure of it. Feeling nervous, he checked his room but saw that he was alone, although he was sure he saw someone. Could it be-
"You are perfectly safe here and no one can attack you. You are just imagining things." he told himself, but he went to the window and peered outside just to be sure, and saw nothing unusual.
Thinking that it was just because of lack of sleep, Harry went back to bed and yawned, completely unaware of the stranger that was lurking behind the shadows. TBC
~*~*~
A/N: I decided to cut it here, hehe. I promise to post the next chapter A.S.A.P!! now push the little button down there that says "Click here to submit your reviews" and tell me what you think. I'm hoping to get at least three reviews. Until next time!
Authoress' Note: Hello! Ok I re-wrote my old story, "The Destiny" and re- named it to. Anyway, this takes place in Harry's fifth year. There will be some pairing in here later on (I hope you'll like this one, so read and enjoy! Don't forget to review! No flames please, but I will be very happy to get some helpful advice from you. Luv ya!
Chapter 1:
~The Boy Who Lived~
Harry Potter wasn't your average fifteen-year-old boy. He was highly unusual in many ways and one of those is that he hates the summer holidays very much. Who would if you are going to spend two whole months with the Dursleys? From the way they look at him like he was some kind of a disgusting slug to the fact that they treat him like a filthy house rat, it was a clear sign that he was unwanted in their house
The Dursleys were one of those narrow minded Muggles (non-magic folk) who despise magic in any kind or form, meaning Harry who was a wizard was as unwelcome in their house as a stary cat. Not like he wanted to stay with them any way, but he have no choice. They were his only living relatives left. You see, Harry's parents, who were both witch and wizard themselves, where killed when he was only a year old by an evil dark wizard that goes by the name Lord Voldemort with a very powerful Death Curse. He tried to do the same on Harry, but failed when the cursed backfired and hit the castor instead, leaving Harry with a lightning shape scar on his forehead and reducing Voldemort to almost nothing. Powers gone, Voldemort went into hiding and Harry Potter, who was from then on known as "The Boy Who Lived", became famous.
Harry sat up and sighed. His eyes roamed around the room and paused on the two birthday cards and the moving photograph taken at the Burrow his bestfriends Ron and Hermione gave him on his birthday a week ago. They were both smiling in the photograph, waving at him. Harry couldn't help but smile. Oh how he wish he could spend the summer at the Weasleys! Hermione had been there since two weeks ago, but Harry couldn't go because Professor Dumbledore wouldn't let him. He remembered Mrs.Weasley's last letter:
~*~
Harry,
As much as we wanted to have you here, we couldn't disobey Dumbledore's orders. He knows what's best for you, and that is to stay there at the Dursleys. He got you into some kind of protection there, and now with Voldemort back and all, we jut couldn't take the risk. I hope you understand. But we'll still try to convince him
Molly Weasley
~*~
Voldemort. He had tried to kill Harry for the past four years and all of those attempts failed, although Harry had to admit that he had been severely hurt in all of them. His last encounter with him was the most terrible. It costed the life of one innocent student, Cedric Diggory and Harry had been haunted by his thoughts ever since. That's not all, Voldemort also regained his powers and body back, with the assistnce of Wormtail whose real name was Peter Pettigrew.
Everyone thought that Pettigrew had been dead for years, killed by Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, who was thought by everyone to be Voldemort's spy and a traitor to Lily and James Potter. But it turned out to be the other way around, Peter Pettigrew was the real traitor and spy, and Sirius was just blamed for everything. He had to suffer 12 long years (a/n: did I get that right?) in Azkaban, the Wizard Prison, for a crime he didn't commit. Harry found out all the truth in his third year when Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban and went to Hogwarts. Everyone thought that he was after Harry, but the truth is he was after Peter Pettigrew who was pretending to be Ron's pet rat, scabbers. He also learned about Remus Lupin's past and about the makers of the Marauder's Map. Harry thought that he would be able to go away from the Dursleys forever and live with his godfather since they caught the real criminal, but Peter escaped and they had no more proof to proove their words. Luckily, Albus Dumbledore, the kind headmaster of Hogwarts believed then and helped Sirius to escape. Peter Pettigrew went back to Voldemort afterwards, and aid him together with the Death Eaters with his evil plans to spread terror in both Wizarding and Muggle World. There had been reports about mysterious mass murders and disappearances, and Harry knew that the Dark Lord were responsible for these crimes.
Harry pushed these horrible thoughts away, and putting his glasses on, he stood up and walked past he brass cage where his owl Hedwig was sleeping, towards his closet. Opening it, he peered at the mirror that he hung inside.
He stared at his reflection, and the boy who looked back at him was hardly recognizable. It had been only a little more than a month ago since the start of the summer holidays, but he achieved a lot of physical change which made him look much more different than the little skinny school boy he once knew. He grew a few inches taller, with broader shoulders and a hint of muscles on the arms, chest and legs. It was undeniable that the strength training that he had been doing the past month has its effect. It was less likely that Voldemort will wrestle him to death, he will surely prefer his wand to finish him off, but there's no harm in taking a little extra preparation, right?
But no matter how much he changed, he is still the same Harry Potter his friends knew and love. The unkempt, jet black hair, the bright green eye hidden behind the glasses, and the lightning shaped scar on his forehead which made him very famous.
Harry ran his fingers on his scar when something made him turn around and look at the direction of his window. It reflected an image standing by the open window, Harry was sure of it. Feeling nervous, he checked his room but saw that he was alone, although he was sure he saw someone. Could it be-
"You are perfectly safe here and no one can attack you. You are just imagining things." he told himself, but he went to the window and peered outside just to be sure, and saw nothing unusual.
Thinking that it was just because of lack of sleep, Harry went back to bed and yawned, completely unaware of the stranger that was lurking behind the shadows. TBC
~*~*~
A/N: I decided to cut it here, hehe. I promise to post the next chapter A.S.A.P!! now push the little button down there that says "Click here to submit your reviews" and tell me what you think. I'm hoping to get at least three reviews. Until next time!