Harry, Ron and Hermione return for their 5th year at Hogwarts, to find a
group of exchange students from Switzerland will be joining them for the
rest of the year, due to the destruction of their school. Harry befriends a
strange boy who is still learning English. In the midst of looming
assignments and startling reports of attacks, Harry will discover a new
friend, a new enemy and new love.
Disclaimer: Do you actually think my last name is Rowling??
((Ok, well, I guess this would be instead of book 5, or at least before it. This is the thing that has put me off from writing a Harry potter fic for the longest time; how do you add something in? Well, I'm sorry if added this in the wrong place, but please, this is meant to go after book 4, and have no relation at all to books 5 and beyond.
I know the world needs more original work, but I've had this idea for a while and finally decided to write it down.))
Harry sighed as the car pulled away from the train station, which soon disappeared along the narrow winding roads of London. He wished it was the car disappearing and not the station.
The car bounced as Harry's uncle Vernon cut in front of another motorist, sending the back wheel over the curb and slamming it down with a hard, flat crack. A large snowy owl beside him hooted in discomfort. But all Harry could think about was her. His mind seemed to have gone blank. He let his thoughts wonder back, back over that year of joy, happiness, rapture, exhaustion, and sorrow.
Harry was dashed back to reality by a sharp blast of the horn and an inaudible curse muttered from Vernon at a passing driver. Harry looked up out the window at the brick buildings closing in on him; they reminded him of the tall hallways of Hogwarts that seemed to snake in and out, crossing each other and meandering, while still seeming to go different directions.
The hum of the motor faded; the sounds of a door opening, then being slammed shut could be heard.
"Well come on boy!" came the rash, harping voice of his aunt. "We haven't got all day!" Slowly, without thinking, Harry picked up his trunk and owl and walked through the doorway. The house was filled with the pungent smell of burnt onions, apparently from last night's dinner. A large pile of dishes sat atop of the counter, and next to them was a note 'welcome home Harry' clearly written in Dudley's sloppy handwriting. From over in the corner, the sound from a TV blasted through the house. "Manchester in possession......break away......do we have it?........yes?.......GOAL! MANCHESTER UNITED PULLS AHEAD AGAINST ARSONAL, 5 to 4..."
Harry didn't hear any of it, he dragged his heavy trunk up the stairs, the back of it slamming against each step with a dull crack of splintering wood, but he didn't care. Harry collapsed onto his bed, his eyes pressed tight shut, tears forced their way out between his eyelids. His heart felt heavy with sorrow, pain, and guilt. He pulled himself into a tight ball, grasping at empty air, searching, but no one was there.......
:: 9 MONTHS EARLIER::
Harry was awoken by blazing sunlight shining on his face. He rolled over, slowly opening his eyes, looking directly into one of his shoes. Harry sat up, still mostly asleep. He had been sleeping on the floor, and there was a bump on the side of his head, most likely from impact with the dresser as he rolled over and off the bed sometime during the night. He grabbed the shoe and started putting it on, half way through the second one it hit him: in a few hours he will be free, free for a whole nine months. "It could have been more.." he said to himself, thinking back over the events of the previous few years. Why had he and Sirius not been able to live together?
Harry stood up and took Hedwig out of her cage. "We get to go back today," he said to her, running his hand over her glossy feathers. "Just think, all that open green land for you to hunt in. And we'll get to see our friends again. You miss Ron too don't ya? And Hermione too?" He mentioned Hermione tentatively; something was confusing about her. She was a great friend, but part of him almost wanted more, almost...it was all very confusing. "And Cho too..." his voice trailed off as he thought of her, the graceful way she walked, the way her hair flew out behind her during Quidditch games. Then of Cedric's death, the way his crumpled body had looked on the ground, the stunned reaction of the school. And Cho's horror. 'not that he's gone, maybe she'll go out with me...' he thought to himself, then realized what he had just thought. He shook his head violently, trying to drive the thought out of his head. How could he think that, Cedric had been his friend.... Harry was abruptly interrupted by a hard knock on his door. "Were leaving for London in an hour, be ready or we'll leave without you," threatened Uncle Vernon in his usual annoyed tone. But Harry didn't mind; nothing could dampen his spirits today.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry tossed his trunk down the stairs, not bothering to look at who may be coming up. His heavy trunk slammed broadside into his cousin Dudley, both ending up in a pile at the bottom of the stairs. Harry pulled his trunk off of Dudley and kept walking.
The kitchen was its usually chaotic mess; plates strewn across the table and a pile of four different newspapers at a corner. Harry finished what little breakfast was given to him and hurried out to the car. Not wanting to give them an excuse for leaving without him, he hauled his trunk into the trunk of the car and climbed into the back seat. Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity, the car pulled up to the train station. Harry climbed out with his luggage and walked over to a bench. He watched the car pull away, then started the walk to Diagon Alley.
Harry smiled to himself, his plan had worked, now he had a full 3 days to buy his books as well as browse through the array of intriguing shops.
A few hours later he had dropped his bags off at The Leaky Cauldron and was off the purchases his books. According to the letter Harry had received earlier in the year, 5th year's books would be available by year in bundles from the book store. Harry was thankful for this, he hated running around trying to find a single book out of thousands.
Harry had always loved Diagon Alley. Something about it captured his imagination. He loved how the street seemed so alive and full of energy, so many people walking by. It was so different then what he was used to on Privit Drive.
A light mist, as so often is the case, was falling over London. A mixture of odd smells, some repulsive, some pleasant, but most just smells hung over the alley. Winds blew them about from shop to shop, picking up new scents as they blew.
Harry looked around, hoping to catch sight of a familiar face among the sea of people, once or twice he thought he saw Neville, but lost him in the crowd.
The next day Harry awoke to the sound of a train thundering by. The whole room shook and plaster rained down from the ceiling, catching in spider webs. He smiled again, most people would have found the small, unfinished room repulsive with its single bed and dresser. But the rustic feel of it was nice, though he couldn't quite describe the feeling.
He quickly got dressed and headed down to the main section of the inn. The place was full of commotion; wizards and witches sat along a great oak table discussing the morning news. Over in the corner at a small circular table, a group of teachers from Hogwarts huddled together, debating something intensely. A group of kids hung around the entranceway, talking back and forth while one seemed, with little success, to be trying to impress a nearby girl. Harry chuckled to himself at the kid's futile attempts.
Harry walked towards the group, headed for the door when he heard someone call out his name. "Harry" said the all too familiar voice from behind him. Without having to see, he knew it was Ron. "Ron!" he said in excitement, turning around, "how've you been?" "Pretty good." He replied "but my mum still wont get me an owl, I tell her that since Scabbers is gone, she owes me another pet." Ron was getting into one of his moods again, Harry groaned to himself 'here we go again' he thought. "...so then she says HERMIONE!" "Hermione?" stammered Harry, very confused. "Hi Ron." Came the voice of a girl from the other side of the room. "Oh" said Harry to himself as she crossed the room "Hi Harry!" said Hermione excitedly. "Hi" he replied, unsure of what to say, "how was your summer?" "Great actually" she replied, "I went to Bulgaria." "Did you see Vicky??." Interjected Ron sourly. "As a matter of fact, YES." She said glaring at Ron, then she added jokingly, "and he's a really good kisser!" Hermione turned around smiling and walked away, looking back over her shoulder she couldn't help but laugh at the look of horror and disgust on Ron's face.
After breakfast, the three of them took a walk through the street, stopping in at the many shops the covered ether side of the street. They walked past a old witch pushing a cart filled with vial black, squirming worm like creatures slithering through a thick grey fluid. One crawled out of the liquid and dropped to the street, 8 small legs on ether side sprouted out as the 6" creature scampered away. The old woman approached Ron, holding up one of the squirming creatures. Her face was wrinkled with age and died grey from the noxious fumes wafting from the cart. Her hair was matted and a pungent shade of green, a small bug crawled out and scuttled its way across to the other side of her head, before burying itself back into her hair. Her eyes sparkled as she started to speak. "Want one?" she offered Ron, dangling the scaled creature upside down, pushing it towards his face "There African brain worms!" The creature arched its back, emitting a high pitched cry from its claw like mouth. It lunged out towards Ron, its four razor like mouth pieces clanging together. Ron quickly backed away in fear, "nuu-no thanks." He stammered, repulsed by the creature. "Fine, suit yourself." Said the old witch, sounding very disappointed.
"What exactly do they do?" asked Harry tentatively, his curiosity getting the better of him. The old witch spun around, a toothy smile spread across her face. "Well," she started, "first they BORE into the back of yours skull and eat through your BRAIN until it finds and unused part. There it burry's itself and slowly gains control of its host." The woman emphasized all of this in gory detail, thoroughly enjoying the squeals Ron was making. Harry took a step backwards, but the woman followed him, "So what do you say, want one?" Harry was about to answer when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he started moving backwards. The old woman swore silently to herself and continued down the street to prey on other unsuspecting shoppers. Harry realized he was still traveling backwards. He turned his head to see an enormous man, twice the height of most, with thick brawny arms and a long beard. "Thanks Hagrid" "iv gotta say, I thought you'da had more sense then that Harry." He said disapprovingly. "Well, its not like we seeking her out!" said Ron in defense. "But honestly Harry, you should really be more careful around people like that." Said Hermione in a concerned voice, then she switched back to normal "iv heard those brain worms can do horrible things to your mind." "SEE, she knows EVERYTHING." Exclaimed Ron. "Umm, Hagrid?" asked Harry, "where are you taking us?" The street had turned into a narrow alleyway, piles of trash clung to the side. Along the sides of the buildings, fire escapes clung to the old brick. Most had plants or cloths lines attached to them. They walked over a steal grate in the ground, from below came a deep rumbling noise and a blast of hot steam shot out from the grate. "Hagrid, where is this place?" asked Hermione, rather nervous. Hagrid walked over to a dull green dumpster and reached his hand in. Four black rats scurried out of the dumpster, making a squealing noise that almost reminded him of those fowl black worms. "Ere we go!" announced Hagrid triumphantly, holding up an old can of soda. "You dragged us all the way out here to find your soda?" "No Ron." Came the reply, "everyone gather round, one finger on it should be enough." All three of them moved forwards, putting a finger or two up to the can. "fine, four, three, two.." said Hagrid, looking at his watch, "one." Harry looked around for something to happen, then suddenly he felt himself being pulled along at a great speed, images of London flew past him, then they changed to countryside. Harry tried to remove his finger from the can, but it was stuck, he pulled and pulled against it, but to no avail. He looked beside him to see Ron flying madly about, screaming. They finally came to a stop. Harry's finger popped free and he fell to the ground feeling extremely dizzy. He slowly regained his senses to find he was lying on wet grass. He felt sunlight on his back. Then everything changed as he was picked up by Hagrid. "Come on , shake it off, its just a little spin." Harry looked around him, they were atop a small green hill near the center of an old city. Harry looked out across the magnificent city, its narrow streets and tiny apartments, a great river flowed through the city, carving back and forth. In the distance, a huge cargo ship was traveling up the river, making its way towards the city. A kilometer or so away stood a large complex of brick buildings. "Hagrid isn't this Basel?" asked Ron. "Yep, it is, come on, iv got something to show ya!"
(OK, so that's chapter 1, what do you think, is it any good, sorry if its crap. PLZ REVIEW, its about the only joy I get in my life! A/N: I really hate the person playing cho in the 4th movie, mostly because my friend didn't make it, but she also doesn't look at all the part, she is too tall)
Disclaimer: Do you actually think my last name is Rowling??
((Ok, well, I guess this would be instead of book 5, or at least before it. This is the thing that has put me off from writing a Harry potter fic for the longest time; how do you add something in? Well, I'm sorry if added this in the wrong place, but please, this is meant to go after book 4, and have no relation at all to books 5 and beyond.
I know the world needs more original work, but I've had this idea for a while and finally decided to write it down.))
Harry sighed as the car pulled away from the train station, which soon disappeared along the narrow winding roads of London. He wished it was the car disappearing and not the station.
The car bounced as Harry's uncle Vernon cut in front of another motorist, sending the back wheel over the curb and slamming it down with a hard, flat crack. A large snowy owl beside him hooted in discomfort. But all Harry could think about was her. His mind seemed to have gone blank. He let his thoughts wonder back, back over that year of joy, happiness, rapture, exhaustion, and sorrow.
Harry was dashed back to reality by a sharp blast of the horn and an inaudible curse muttered from Vernon at a passing driver. Harry looked up out the window at the brick buildings closing in on him; they reminded him of the tall hallways of Hogwarts that seemed to snake in and out, crossing each other and meandering, while still seeming to go different directions.
The hum of the motor faded; the sounds of a door opening, then being slammed shut could be heard.
"Well come on boy!" came the rash, harping voice of his aunt. "We haven't got all day!" Slowly, without thinking, Harry picked up his trunk and owl and walked through the doorway. The house was filled with the pungent smell of burnt onions, apparently from last night's dinner. A large pile of dishes sat atop of the counter, and next to them was a note 'welcome home Harry' clearly written in Dudley's sloppy handwriting. From over in the corner, the sound from a TV blasted through the house. "Manchester in possession......break away......do we have it?........yes?.......GOAL! MANCHESTER UNITED PULLS AHEAD AGAINST ARSONAL, 5 to 4..."
Harry didn't hear any of it, he dragged his heavy trunk up the stairs, the back of it slamming against each step with a dull crack of splintering wood, but he didn't care. Harry collapsed onto his bed, his eyes pressed tight shut, tears forced their way out between his eyelids. His heart felt heavy with sorrow, pain, and guilt. He pulled himself into a tight ball, grasping at empty air, searching, but no one was there.......
:: 9 MONTHS EARLIER::
Harry was awoken by blazing sunlight shining on his face. He rolled over, slowly opening his eyes, looking directly into one of his shoes. Harry sat up, still mostly asleep. He had been sleeping on the floor, and there was a bump on the side of his head, most likely from impact with the dresser as he rolled over and off the bed sometime during the night. He grabbed the shoe and started putting it on, half way through the second one it hit him: in a few hours he will be free, free for a whole nine months. "It could have been more.." he said to himself, thinking back over the events of the previous few years. Why had he and Sirius not been able to live together?
Harry stood up and took Hedwig out of her cage. "We get to go back today," he said to her, running his hand over her glossy feathers. "Just think, all that open green land for you to hunt in. And we'll get to see our friends again. You miss Ron too don't ya? And Hermione too?" He mentioned Hermione tentatively; something was confusing about her. She was a great friend, but part of him almost wanted more, almost...it was all very confusing. "And Cho too..." his voice trailed off as he thought of her, the graceful way she walked, the way her hair flew out behind her during Quidditch games. Then of Cedric's death, the way his crumpled body had looked on the ground, the stunned reaction of the school. And Cho's horror. 'not that he's gone, maybe she'll go out with me...' he thought to himself, then realized what he had just thought. He shook his head violently, trying to drive the thought out of his head. How could he think that, Cedric had been his friend.... Harry was abruptly interrupted by a hard knock on his door. "Were leaving for London in an hour, be ready or we'll leave without you," threatened Uncle Vernon in his usual annoyed tone. But Harry didn't mind; nothing could dampen his spirits today.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry tossed his trunk down the stairs, not bothering to look at who may be coming up. His heavy trunk slammed broadside into his cousin Dudley, both ending up in a pile at the bottom of the stairs. Harry pulled his trunk off of Dudley and kept walking.
The kitchen was its usually chaotic mess; plates strewn across the table and a pile of four different newspapers at a corner. Harry finished what little breakfast was given to him and hurried out to the car. Not wanting to give them an excuse for leaving without him, he hauled his trunk into the trunk of the car and climbed into the back seat. Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity, the car pulled up to the train station. Harry climbed out with his luggage and walked over to a bench. He watched the car pull away, then started the walk to Diagon Alley.
Harry smiled to himself, his plan had worked, now he had a full 3 days to buy his books as well as browse through the array of intriguing shops.
A few hours later he had dropped his bags off at The Leaky Cauldron and was off the purchases his books. According to the letter Harry had received earlier in the year, 5th year's books would be available by year in bundles from the book store. Harry was thankful for this, he hated running around trying to find a single book out of thousands.
Harry had always loved Diagon Alley. Something about it captured his imagination. He loved how the street seemed so alive and full of energy, so many people walking by. It was so different then what he was used to on Privit Drive.
A light mist, as so often is the case, was falling over London. A mixture of odd smells, some repulsive, some pleasant, but most just smells hung over the alley. Winds blew them about from shop to shop, picking up new scents as they blew.
Harry looked around, hoping to catch sight of a familiar face among the sea of people, once or twice he thought he saw Neville, but lost him in the crowd.
The next day Harry awoke to the sound of a train thundering by. The whole room shook and plaster rained down from the ceiling, catching in spider webs. He smiled again, most people would have found the small, unfinished room repulsive with its single bed and dresser. But the rustic feel of it was nice, though he couldn't quite describe the feeling.
He quickly got dressed and headed down to the main section of the inn. The place was full of commotion; wizards and witches sat along a great oak table discussing the morning news. Over in the corner at a small circular table, a group of teachers from Hogwarts huddled together, debating something intensely. A group of kids hung around the entranceway, talking back and forth while one seemed, with little success, to be trying to impress a nearby girl. Harry chuckled to himself at the kid's futile attempts.
Harry walked towards the group, headed for the door when he heard someone call out his name. "Harry" said the all too familiar voice from behind him. Without having to see, he knew it was Ron. "Ron!" he said in excitement, turning around, "how've you been?" "Pretty good." He replied "but my mum still wont get me an owl, I tell her that since Scabbers is gone, she owes me another pet." Ron was getting into one of his moods again, Harry groaned to himself 'here we go again' he thought. "...so then she says HERMIONE!" "Hermione?" stammered Harry, very confused. "Hi Ron." Came the voice of a girl from the other side of the room. "Oh" said Harry to himself as she crossed the room "Hi Harry!" said Hermione excitedly. "Hi" he replied, unsure of what to say, "how was your summer?" "Great actually" she replied, "I went to Bulgaria." "Did you see Vicky??." Interjected Ron sourly. "As a matter of fact, YES." She said glaring at Ron, then she added jokingly, "and he's a really good kisser!" Hermione turned around smiling and walked away, looking back over her shoulder she couldn't help but laugh at the look of horror and disgust on Ron's face.
After breakfast, the three of them took a walk through the street, stopping in at the many shops the covered ether side of the street. They walked past a old witch pushing a cart filled with vial black, squirming worm like creatures slithering through a thick grey fluid. One crawled out of the liquid and dropped to the street, 8 small legs on ether side sprouted out as the 6" creature scampered away. The old woman approached Ron, holding up one of the squirming creatures. Her face was wrinkled with age and died grey from the noxious fumes wafting from the cart. Her hair was matted and a pungent shade of green, a small bug crawled out and scuttled its way across to the other side of her head, before burying itself back into her hair. Her eyes sparkled as she started to speak. "Want one?" she offered Ron, dangling the scaled creature upside down, pushing it towards his face "There African brain worms!" The creature arched its back, emitting a high pitched cry from its claw like mouth. It lunged out towards Ron, its four razor like mouth pieces clanging together. Ron quickly backed away in fear, "nuu-no thanks." He stammered, repulsed by the creature. "Fine, suit yourself." Said the old witch, sounding very disappointed.
"What exactly do they do?" asked Harry tentatively, his curiosity getting the better of him. The old witch spun around, a toothy smile spread across her face. "Well," she started, "first they BORE into the back of yours skull and eat through your BRAIN until it finds and unused part. There it burry's itself and slowly gains control of its host." The woman emphasized all of this in gory detail, thoroughly enjoying the squeals Ron was making. Harry took a step backwards, but the woman followed him, "So what do you say, want one?" Harry was about to answer when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he started moving backwards. The old woman swore silently to herself and continued down the street to prey on other unsuspecting shoppers. Harry realized he was still traveling backwards. He turned his head to see an enormous man, twice the height of most, with thick brawny arms and a long beard. "Thanks Hagrid" "iv gotta say, I thought you'da had more sense then that Harry." He said disapprovingly. "Well, its not like we seeking her out!" said Ron in defense. "But honestly Harry, you should really be more careful around people like that." Said Hermione in a concerned voice, then she switched back to normal "iv heard those brain worms can do horrible things to your mind." "SEE, she knows EVERYTHING." Exclaimed Ron. "Umm, Hagrid?" asked Harry, "where are you taking us?" The street had turned into a narrow alleyway, piles of trash clung to the side. Along the sides of the buildings, fire escapes clung to the old brick. Most had plants or cloths lines attached to them. They walked over a steal grate in the ground, from below came a deep rumbling noise and a blast of hot steam shot out from the grate. "Hagrid, where is this place?" asked Hermione, rather nervous. Hagrid walked over to a dull green dumpster and reached his hand in. Four black rats scurried out of the dumpster, making a squealing noise that almost reminded him of those fowl black worms. "Ere we go!" announced Hagrid triumphantly, holding up an old can of soda. "You dragged us all the way out here to find your soda?" "No Ron." Came the reply, "everyone gather round, one finger on it should be enough." All three of them moved forwards, putting a finger or two up to the can. "fine, four, three, two.." said Hagrid, looking at his watch, "one." Harry looked around for something to happen, then suddenly he felt himself being pulled along at a great speed, images of London flew past him, then they changed to countryside. Harry tried to remove his finger from the can, but it was stuck, he pulled and pulled against it, but to no avail. He looked beside him to see Ron flying madly about, screaming. They finally came to a stop. Harry's finger popped free and he fell to the ground feeling extremely dizzy. He slowly regained his senses to find he was lying on wet grass. He felt sunlight on his back. Then everything changed as he was picked up by Hagrid. "Come on , shake it off, its just a little spin." Harry looked around him, they were atop a small green hill near the center of an old city. Harry looked out across the magnificent city, its narrow streets and tiny apartments, a great river flowed through the city, carving back and forth. In the distance, a huge cargo ship was traveling up the river, making its way towards the city. A kilometer or so away stood a large complex of brick buildings. "Hagrid isn't this Basel?" asked Ron. "Yep, it is, come on, iv got something to show ya!"
(OK, so that's chapter 1, what do you think, is it any good, sorry if its crap. PLZ REVIEW, its about the only joy I get in my life! A/N: I really hate the person playing cho in the 4th movie, mostly because my friend didn't make it, but she also doesn't look at all the part, she is too tall)