Harry Potter and the Phoenix's Destiny.
Chapter One
The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large square houses of Privet Drive. The only person left outside was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flowerbed outside number four.
"There you are!" Said the boy trying to sit up as another teenage boy of similar age walked down the street carrying several carrier bags full of shopping.
The second boy, also known as Harry Potter, brushed his unruly black hair off his face and watched amusedly as his cousin Dudley tried to shift his massive weight into a sitting position. He eventually succeeded "Mum told you to be quick you've been hours."
"I haven't been that long," Harry said walking towards the front door. "Anyway why are you lying in the flowerbed?"
"Because, stupid, it's another job you'll have to do tomorrow." Dudley said mockingly, now attempting to sit up. Harry wondered how Dudley could call him stupid, when Dudley had been only boy at Smeltings to fail his all of his end of year tests despite the fact Dudley had managed to smuggle the answer papers in.
Harry pushed open the front door left the shopping by the bottom of the stairs, even though he had been told off by his Aunt Petunia countless times already that holiday for doing so, ran up the stairs along the hallway to his room. He collapsed onto his bed before realising that the room wasn't empty. His snowy owl Hedwig had returned from a week long absence and was holding what looked like a letter.
He walked over to the owl stroking her head affectionately as he removed the letter from her claws. Turning it over he realised it was from his Godfather, Sirius Black. It was only the second time Harry had heard from Sirius all summer holiday because Sirius was a convicted murderer on the run from the Wizard Prison Azkaban. Harry ripped open the envelope eagerly and read the letter inside.
Dear Harry, (The letter said)
I hope the Dursleys are being nice to you if they aren't tell me and I'll just turn them all into either toads or snails, which do you think?
I wouldn't worry too much about Voldemort, at the moment, you're quite safe from him at Privet Drive, Arabella Figg will make sure of that. Voldemort seems to be keeping a low profile at the moment Dumbledore seems to think he might be planning something, but don't worry about it. Dumbledore also said it was all for you to spend the last week of the summer holiday with Ron and his family when I asked him about it yesterday.
Try to forget about last term while your there please or you'll end up so depressed you'll give Moaning Myrtle a run for her money.
I better go now, I'm meant to be meeting Snape in five minutes (lucky me). Moony say's hi.
Love from Snuffles.
Sirius never signed his letters Sirius in case they were intercepted, instead he signed it Snuffles. Harry frowned as he re-read the part of the letter which mystified him 'Arabella Figg will make sure of that'. Harry had used to have a babysitter called Mrs Figg, but she was a strange old woman who was obsessed by cats. Harry remembered Dumbledore saying something about an Arabella Figg at the end of the previous year but surely they couldn't be the same women? He decided to go and see his old babysitter the next day. He was still reading the letter when Aunt Petunia yelled at Harry to move the shopping.
Next morning Harry woke up with a start. A huge crash shook the house. Harry leapt out of bed and ran out onto the landing, thinking somewhat stupidly that it was either a bomb or a baby elephant falling over. He was closer with his second guess, Dudley had fallen over a shoe and was lying at the bottom of the stairs in a crumpled heap moaning. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon also came rushing out of their room at the same time.
"Dudders, my precious Dudders!" Aunt Petunia sobbed as she ran down the stairs to where Dudley was lying in a crumpled heap. Uncle Vernon yelled at Harry and told him it was his fault, even though they were Uncle Vernon's shoes, he then ran to the nearest phone to call for an ambulance.
The ambulance came about half an hour later; Harry by this time was dressed.
"What are we going to do with the boy?" Uncle Vernon murmured to his wife, "we can't very well leave him alone in the house all day!" Harry heard his furtive mutterings and started to formulate a plan in his head.
"You could send me down to Mrs Figgs?" He suggested tentivently.
"Good idea boy," And Uncle Vernon pushed Harry out the house. Harry stood there surprised for a minute that one of his plans had worked before wandering over to Mrs Figgs house and knocking on her door. When the door opened Harry got quite a bit off a surprise, it wasn't the elderly Mrs Figg who opened it but.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry said in amazement "What are you doing here?" The kindly old headmaster of Harry's school smiled at Harry and said,
"Perhaps the question should be, Harry, what are you doing here?" Harry explained what had happened to Dudley, the headmaster smiled and said to Harry that he better come in.
"Arabella, you appear to have a visitor." Mrs Figg was sitting on the sofa drinking a cup of tea. She smiled at Harry.
"I suppose Harry you are wondering what I am doing here" Professor Dumbledore asked Harry, Harry nodded blankly.
"Well Harry, Mrs Figg is my sister. She moved here when Voldemort killed your parents to protect you." Dumbledore explained.
"So why didn't she tell me I was a wizard?" Harry asked indignantly " I mean she must be a witch and I came round here so often she had plenty of opportunity to tell me before I went to Hogwarts!"
"Arabella was on strict orders by me not to tell you anything you didn't already know," Dumbledore stood up "Harry before I forget the Weasley's have arranged to pick you up tomorrow evening. See you next term."
And with that Dumbledore apparated out of the room. Harry spent the rest of the day at Mrs Figgs house, who was a lot more interesting now Harry knew she was a witch, and spent most of the day hearing off Arabella about Dumbledore's days at Hogwarts. He had excelled in all his classes apart from one, potions. According to Mrs Figg he spent more time melting cauldrons than putting stuff in it. Harry was quite sorry to go when the Dursleys picked him up later that evening.
When Harry woke up the next morning he packed up all of his Hogwarts stuff and went downstairs for breakfast. Dudley sat at the table with his right leg in plaster. Harry then remembered he had neglected to tell the Dursleys that the Weasleys were coming today to pick Harry up. He decided it might be safer not to tell them remembering what had happened the last time they had met.
Harry sat in the living room with the rest of the Dursleys watching T.V, Harry didn't want to but Uncle Vernon had forced him to. He had turned into Dudley's personal slave fetching him endless glasses of lemonade. When it reached about five in the afternoon there was a knock at the door.
"Answer the door, boy." Uncle Vernon barked at Harry. Harry got up and walked into the hallway, when he opened the door he was standing face to face with his best friend, Ron Weasley.
Chapter One
The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large square houses of Privet Drive. The only person left outside was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flowerbed outside number four.
"There you are!" Said the boy trying to sit up as another teenage boy of similar age walked down the street carrying several carrier bags full of shopping.
The second boy, also known as Harry Potter, brushed his unruly black hair off his face and watched amusedly as his cousin Dudley tried to shift his massive weight into a sitting position. He eventually succeeded "Mum told you to be quick you've been hours."
"I haven't been that long," Harry said walking towards the front door. "Anyway why are you lying in the flowerbed?"
"Because, stupid, it's another job you'll have to do tomorrow." Dudley said mockingly, now attempting to sit up. Harry wondered how Dudley could call him stupid, when Dudley had been only boy at Smeltings to fail his all of his end of year tests despite the fact Dudley had managed to smuggle the answer papers in.
Harry pushed open the front door left the shopping by the bottom of the stairs, even though he had been told off by his Aunt Petunia countless times already that holiday for doing so, ran up the stairs along the hallway to his room. He collapsed onto his bed before realising that the room wasn't empty. His snowy owl Hedwig had returned from a week long absence and was holding what looked like a letter.
He walked over to the owl stroking her head affectionately as he removed the letter from her claws. Turning it over he realised it was from his Godfather, Sirius Black. It was only the second time Harry had heard from Sirius all summer holiday because Sirius was a convicted murderer on the run from the Wizard Prison Azkaban. Harry ripped open the envelope eagerly and read the letter inside.
Dear Harry, (The letter said)
I hope the Dursleys are being nice to you if they aren't tell me and I'll just turn them all into either toads or snails, which do you think?
I wouldn't worry too much about Voldemort, at the moment, you're quite safe from him at Privet Drive, Arabella Figg will make sure of that. Voldemort seems to be keeping a low profile at the moment Dumbledore seems to think he might be planning something, but don't worry about it. Dumbledore also said it was all for you to spend the last week of the summer holiday with Ron and his family when I asked him about it yesterday.
Try to forget about last term while your there please or you'll end up so depressed you'll give Moaning Myrtle a run for her money.
I better go now, I'm meant to be meeting Snape in five minutes (lucky me). Moony say's hi.
Love from Snuffles.
Sirius never signed his letters Sirius in case they were intercepted, instead he signed it Snuffles. Harry frowned as he re-read the part of the letter which mystified him 'Arabella Figg will make sure of that'. Harry had used to have a babysitter called Mrs Figg, but she was a strange old woman who was obsessed by cats. Harry remembered Dumbledore saying something about an Arabella Figg at the end of the previous year but surely they couldn't be the same women? He decided to go and see his old babysitter the next day. He was still reading the letter when Aunt Petunia yelled at Harry to move the shopping.
Next morning Harry woke up with a start. A huge crash shook the house. Harry leapt out of bed and ran out onto the landing, thinking somewhat stupidly that it was either a bomb or a baby elephant falling over. He was closer with his second guess, Dudley had fallen over a shoe and was lying at the bottom of the stairs in a crumpled heap moaning. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon also came rushing out of their room at the same time.
"Dudders, my precious Dudders!" Aunt Petunia sobbed as she ran down the stairs to where Dudley was lying in a crumpled heap. Uncle Vernon yelled at Harry and told him it was his fault, even though they were Uncle Vernon's shoes, he then ran to the nearest phone to call for an ambulance.
The ambulance came about half an hour later; Harry by this time was dressed.
"What are we going to do with the boy?" Uncle Vernon murmured to his wife, "we can't very well leave him alone in the house all day!" Harry heard his furtive mutterings and started to formulate a plan in his head.
"You could send me down to Mrs Figgs?" He suggested tentivently.
"Good idea boy," And Uncle Vernon pushed Harry out the house. Harry stood there surprised for a minute that one of his plans had worked before wandering over to Mrs Figgs house and knocking on her door. When the door opened Harry got quite a bit off a surprise, it wasn't the elderly Mrs Figg who opened it but.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry said in amazement "What are you doing here?" The kindly old headmaster of Harry's school smiled at Harry and said,
"Perhaps the question should be, Harry, what are you doing here?" Harry explained what had happened to Dudley, the headmaster smiled and said to Harry that he better come in.
"Arabella, you appear to have a visitor." Mrs Figg was sitting on the sofa drinking a cup of tea. She smiled at Harry.
"I suppose Harry you are wondering what I am doing here" Professor Dumbledore asked Harry, Harry nodded blankly.
"Well Harry, Mrs Figg is my sister. She moved here when Voldemort killed your parents to protect you." Dumbledore explained.
"So why didn't she tell me I was a wizard?" Harry asked indignantly " I mean she must be a witch and I came round here so often she had plenty of opportunity to tell me before I went to Hogwarts!"
"Arabella was on strict orders by me not to tell you anything you didn't already know," Dumbledore stood up "Harry before I forget the Weasley's have arranged to pick you up tomorrow evening. See you next term."
And with that Dumbledore apparated out of the room. Harry spent the rest of the day at Mrs Figgs house, who was a lot more interesting now Harry knew she was a witch, and spent most of the day hearing off Arabella about Dumbledore's days at Hogwarts. He had excelled in all his classes apart from one, potions. According to Mrs Figg he spent more time melting cauldrons than putting stuff in it. Harry was quite sorry to go when the Dursleys picked him up later that evening.
When Harry woke up the next morning he packed up all of his Hogwarts stuff and went downstairs for breakfast. Dudley sat at the table with his right leg in plaster. Harry then remembered he had neglected to tell the Dursleys that the Weasleys were coming today to pick Harry up. He decided it might be safer not to tell them remembering what had happened the last time they had met.
Harry sat in the living room with the rest of the Dursleys watching T.V, Harry didn't want to but Uncle Vernon had forced him to. He had turned into Dudley's personal slave fetching him endless glasses of lemonade. When it reached about five in the afternoon there was a knock at the door.
"Answer the door, boy." Uncle Vernon barked at Harry. Harry got up and walked into the hallway, when he opened the door he was standing face to face with his best friend, Ron Weasley.