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Prologue: Oh What Wonders There Are To See
My family puts the "fun" back in dysFUNctional.
Petunia glared sourly at the garage that had been out of shape since Harry and Dudley moved to their separate lives. In most ways this was a blessing, but insome it was a curse.
A very messy curse she noticed with distaste as she gazed at the towering boxes. The dust covered floors and cobwebs hung in the corners giving it a haunted house look. Petunia gave a small scream as she saw a rat the size of Dudley's hand.
Petunia's grip on the broom handle tightened as she took baby steps inside of the looming garage. Petunia started to chant a silent mantra of, 'I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid.' Putting the broom on the floor of the garage as she neared the boxes, careful not to stir the dust.
Biting her lip nervously she neared the very back of the garage. Petunia allowed a small smile grace her face at the thought of her neighbors seeing her garage like this.
If a stranger had seen her smile they would have thought they had seen the most beautiful woman in all of Britain. Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle and her pale complexion made her eyes seem rounder than the really were. But alas no one saw the malevolent Mrs. Dursley smile.
As Petunia neared the back of the garage she noticed that some of the boxes had been there since she got out of school. Peeking into a wooden crate she saw dozens of papers and stuffed animals that had once belonged to her. Rolling her eyes as she mumbled something she walked closer to the back of the room.
Seeing a hazel wood chest in the very back tucked in a corner Petunia walked over. She had to mentally squish any thoughts of adventure from her mind. Yet a sense of excitement still lingered through out her. 'Must think reasonably.' she thought to herself. 'The chest must have been here for years.'
She searched her memories for anything that vaguely resembled the chest. She couldn't not once remember where the chest came from. Although her mind screamed that she never laid eyes on the chest she sensed something familiar about it.
Hesitantly she opened the chest and nearly recoiled in disgust. All of Lily's school stuff. Petunia was about to slam down the lid when she saw her name in silver on the uniform. Bending down slowly she started to rummage through the box. What she found were awards in her name and in Lily'sfrom Hogwarts and so much more.
Pushing all of the stuff to one side she found two diaries. Her baby sister's diary...and her own. Skimming through a few pages before stopping at one she read a whole paragraph:
Finally! Lily get's to come to Hogwarts! I'm so excited it been absolutely dreadful without her. I wonder if she even wants to come to Hogwarts or maybe if she'll even want me here. Maybe I could ask Headmaster Dumbledore if I can transfer to Beauxbaton, I've always wanted to go there. I think that what I'll do. I'm going to write that letter right now!
Petunia stared at the black inked words as she remember a time when she was twelve. She had been so anxious because the Dark Lord had been gaining followers and the Slytherins had been quite taken with tormenting her. That why she had left Hogwarts and went to Beauxbaton, to protect Lily.
She shook her head it wasn't possible. This weren't really memories they couldn't be. She was perfect normal muggle, no human. Not muggle! A perfectly normal person who had obviously went to two different magic schools. Petunia groaned in defeat as more memories and feelings of that evening flew through her mind that felt to real to be her imagination.
'Wonderful,' she thought drily to herself, 'Now I definitely need to be nicer to Po...Harry. I wonder how he's doing anyway.'
And with these thoughts she dragged the chest/trunk out of the garage and into the house.
I've given up trying to escape from reality; they always find me anyway.
Meanwhile some 200 miles (kilo or meter something) one Mr. Harry James Potter was in Gordic's Hollow. Harry watched his breath as created patterns in the frosty air. Harry smile ruefully to himself as he continued to walk away from the grave yard that contained his parents' remains. 'For being only September it's freezing,' Harry thought to himself as he rubbed his arms.
It was ten minutes later Harry found himself at the inn ( named Hidden) him and Hermione were staying at. Ron was literally tied up by his newest girlfriend and promised to met them there in about a week or two. Harry shook his head as he climbed up the stairs that lead to the room him and Hermione were sharing. Harry bit his lip as he wondered if he should knock. 'I mean this is Hermione she's probably getting dress in her sleeping gown since I was out so late,' Harry thought guiltily as he finally decided to knock.
"Harry how many times do I have to tell you? You don't have to knock. Trust me I'll lock the door or go in the bathroom before I change." Hermione said rolling her eyes as she pulled him into their room.
"I know but I don't want to risk it." Harry said uncomfortably, as he looked at everything but at Hermione.
"Harry, we've been friends for nearly seven years and hopefully we'll be friends for another 100, but at some point you and Ron will end up walking in on me. Just like I know I'll end up walking in on one of you. So you can just calm down." Hermione said laughing as Harry continued to blush with each word she said.
"I'll er...keep that in mind." Harry mumbled as his cheeks resembled the Weasley family hair.
"Maybe you should try and get some sleep before you burst a blood vessel." Hermione said giggling as Harry stuck his tongue out at her. "But seriously we need to go to bed now. We have to go to the library and look up items that were owned by Gordic Gryffindor."
"We've been here for maybe two days and you already want to drag me off to the library. I think I remember this scenario from somewhere." Harry said rolling his eye affectionately at his best friend.
"Aw, come on Potter! Where's your sense of adventure? We're going to be going in library where no one stepped foot in for at least a hundred years!" Hermione said excitedly as she moved to grab her things to ready for the night.
"A library is filled with evil things." Harry exclaimed as Hermione brushed past him and into the bathroom.
"Such as?" Hermione asked from the bathroom.
"Monsters, books and other evil things." Harry said in a matter of fact voice, as he leaned against the bathroom door.
"Harry as much as you hate books, books don't go on the evil things to avoid list." Hermione said opening the door.
Nearly a second to late Harry balanced himself on his feet before he fell on Hermione. "You were leaning on the door again weren't you?"
"No. Of course." Harry answered innocently.
"Like I believe you." Hermione said, hands on her hips.
"No idea what your taking about." Harry said slipping past and into the bathroom. "I'm taking a shower." He told before she had time to retort to his first comment.
"Boys." Hermione said as she shook her head and went to bed.
For the rest of the night everything was peaceful and perfect, but all goods things must come to an end.
If you do it you'll regret it, if you don't do it you'll regret it, either way your going to regret it, you might as well just do it.
Harry and Hermione walked to the library with a comfortable silence between them. They had awoken a bit early, a bit before dawn if Harry were to guessed. Harry gave his friend a sidelong glance. She was holding her book tightly against her chest. And her small backpack that carried most of her possessions bounced up and down every time she took a step. The bag contained the same charms that kept Harry's own possessions hidden on a small gold necklace. Smiling slightly Harry turned his attention towards the chained up library.
"Wow." Hermione breathed as she started at the old wooden building.
"We're going to die." Harry said with horror on his face as the building swayed with the wind.
"Nonsense. Besides aren't you a wizard?" Hermione asked raising an eyebrow at him.
"Sometimes I wonder." Harry said as he dodged Hermione's hand.
"Let's go." Hermione said catching a hold of Harry's shirt and dragging him towards the entrance.
"It's locked. Lets..." Harry began but never finished because Hermione had just waved her wand and the chains dropped.
"Let's go." Hermione said while smiling.
About five hours later Hermione and Harry found what they were looking for.
"Okay lets see. The best way to gather objects of the Founders is to use their Heir. The blood that flows through the Heir magically call the items to them. Although it has been known not to work in some cases, for there are ways to block blood magic." Hermione read.
"Well that was boring. So what do we do now?" Harry asked Hermione as a rat ran across the littered floor.
"I suppose we keep searching." Hermione said a bit put off.
"Or you could tell us what you're looking for now and maybe the rest of the Prophecy." a cruel woman's voice asked.
Harry and Hermione whipped around to see more than fifty Death Eaters with all of their wands pointed out at them.