Harry Potter In the Transall Saga
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Author's Note: This story is based on the book The Transall Saga By Gary Paulsen. I have changed it to fit Harry Potter and it is very interesting. I have yet to decide how many chapters this will be.
And so it happened. During Harry's sixth year of Hogwarts. Albus Dumbledore, in his old age, finally settled down to his eternal sleep. That was the beginning of the end. When word reached Voldemort that Dumbledore was dead, he was overjoyed. He knew that it was only a matter of time until he could get to his first victim: Harry Potter.
For the third time in three years, Voldemort sent up the Dark Mark. All his Death Eaters gathered around him.
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Back at Hogwarts, Harry figured out what would happen. Since Dumbledore died, he knew what he had to do.
"Harry, I really don't like to fly."
"Hermione, it's the only way for us to live. If only I escape, he'll kill you and Ron because you were my closest friends."
"Come on Hermione, I'll teach you."
"Great idea, Ron! We can both teach her. Before Dumbledore died, he ordered 20 new Nimbus Two Thousand-and-Ones. We'll all practice flying after classes this week. I'll use my Firebolt, and you two can use the Nimbus Two Thousand-and-ones."
"Yes!" said Ron.
"Anyway, here's my plan: once we teach Hermione to fly, we'll go and warn both your families. We'll take extra brooms with us, in case they wish to join the three of us. After that, we'll fly to the USA and find Sirius. He said he would be in someplace like St. Louis or-"
"I know where that is!"
"Great! Hermione, I knew you would," said Ron.
"Well, you guys, ::ahem:: sorry, Ron and Hermione, we'd better get to sleep."
"Good Night!"
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Back to Voldemort
"I really don't care if I kill your son, Malfoy, I want Harry!"
"But-"
"Haven't you learned anything from me?"
"Ye-"
"Obviously, not. Maybe you should have a little lesson."
"Please master, No!"
"Never talk back! You still haven't gotten back to having me in charge, have you? Here's your little lesson: Crucio!"
An agonizing scream filled the air. All of the Death Eaters stepped back watching Malfoy in terror.
"Please master, Let him alone."
"So Goyle, are you standing up for your friend?"
"No, master, I just wanted you to-"
"Tell me the truth, Imperio!"
"Yes master, I was standing up for my friend."
Voldemort lifted Goyle and Malfoy's curses. Malfoy is bruised, burned, scarred, and worse. He is lying on the ground feeling terrible.
"Never lie to me."
"Yes, master."
"Let this be a lesson to all of you. I am now back to full power. The world shall be reinforced of the name: Lord Voldemort."
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One week later
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"We leave tomorrow night"
"Harry, we have to finish our classes."
"Hermione, listen. All three of us need to leave. Voldemort will kill you and Ron to."
"All right. Tomorrow we leave."
Just then there was a tapping on the window.
"I'll get it," said Harry.
He opened the window, took the letter, gave the owl a treat, and read the first page.
"Oh my god!"
His eyes got huge.
"What happened, is something wrong?" asked Ron.
"Yes."
"Read the letter."
"I'll try."
Dear Mr. Weasley,
Sincerely,
Iam Dead
Head of the Killed Magical Persons Department.
"Oh, Ron I'm so sorry," said Hermione.
"Thanks."
"Read the next page, Harry."
"Are you sure, Ron?"
"Yes"
"OK"
So Harry read the letter.
"Hermione?"
"You're not going to like this."
"Don't tell me. He killed my parents to."
"Actually, Yes."
"That's just great. Read the letter, Harry."
"OK"
Dear Mrs. Granger,
Sincerely,
Iam Dead
Head of the Killed Magical Persons Department.
"Well, they could at least change the letter for each person. How original is that?"
"Well you guys, this changes everything. Voldemort's closer than I thought. We need to leave tonight and head straight for the US. "
"But Harry how?" said Hermione, "We need sleep."
"We can stop somewhere away from here. We will have to go to regular school and not disclose anything about our magical powers in the US."
"All right," said Ron.
"Let's go pack our things."
After Harry, Ron, and Hermione packed their things, they met in the common room. Where are all the other students, you might be asking? They are in their beds sleeping. It is around Midnight.
"How are we going to all fit under Harry's invisibility cloak with all our stuff?" asked Ron.
"Well," said Harry, "We'll have to do what I did the night I ran from the Dursley's. We need to make our luggage as light as a feather. We will also need to triple my invisibility cloak. Any spell that you know for that, Hermione?"
"Well, actually yes. Here give me the cloak."
"OK"
Harry gave Hermione the cloak.
"Here goes."
Hermione put the tip of her wand to the center of the cloak and said, "Triplify". The cloak glowed red and then a pile of three appeared where only one had been.
"All right Hermione!" said Ron.
"OK. Now, everyone take one. I want the original. Now, lets all go down to the broom closet."
They wen to the broom closet. Harry got his Firebolt and Ron and Hermione both got Nimbus Two Thousand-and-Ones.
"All right, off we go!" said Harry.
They traveled off into the black night sky