The Defeat of Lord Voldemort
God'sGirl88
Summary: When will Harry face Voldemort? What did Dudley see when the dementor came near him? What sorts of secrets do the Dursley's keep from one another? This is set after OotP.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. They belong to J. K. Rowling.
Author's Note: I've been reading fan fiction for about two years now, but this is my first attempt at writing one of my own. Please tell me if you think it's any good at all. It will take several chapters to really get into the story because I'm going to write some extra stuff about the Dursley's and their pasts. I'm a grammar freak, so if you find any errors please tell me so that I can fix them. Thanks!
Chapter 1: The Beginning -
Harry Potter's summer had yet to be much better despite the warnings Lupin, Moody, and Tonks had given his aunt and uncle. In fact the only thing that was better was his contact with his friends. His uncle threatened to never give him any food again if he forgot to tell his friends that he was okay at least every four days.
This didn't bother Harry much though because Hagrid was sending him food every couple of days anyhow.
Over time Harry had learned how to eat Hagrid's rock cakes. All you had to do was bang them against the corner of a desk repeatedly as hard as you could, until they cracked. Inside they were very doughy.
Hagrid had also taken to sending Harry a cake every couple of weeks for no reason at all.
The food came in very small amounts because Hagrid thought it would attract less attention.
Harry had gotten used to going to Mrs. Figg's house once a week for tea. Two weeks into the summer she had asked him why there where so many owls around all of a sudden.
Harry couldn't get over the fact that she wasn't really that batty, old neighbor who only talked about Mr. Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws, and Tufty, and all of her other zillion cats.
Whenever she said she had something to show Harry, the first thing that popped into his head was ore pictures of cats, but it always turned out to be something like an article in the Daily Prophet, thankfully.
The most recent ones she had shown him were all of various Death Eater attacks. The first thing he noticed about all of these articles was their locations. The attacks were steadily creeping closer.
Sure, every few articles showed an attack thousands of miles from Little Whinging, but Harry figured Voldemort was probably just trying to keep the Ministry of Magic off his trail so that he'd have no trouble getting to Harry. The most recent had been in Aberdeen, Grampian and in Carlisle, Cumbria. (Author's Note: These are cities in the UK.)
All of Little Whinging was sleeping peacefully, seeing as how it was three o' clock in the morning, except the residents of Number 4 Pivet Drive. The Dursley's rarely got any sleep these days because they thought the most unusual things usually happened at night.
Every night, just as they would start to drift off to sleep, they would hear Harry yell, "SIRIUS! . . . SIRIUS!" As much as they hated to think about his kind, they couldn't help but wonder who Sirius was.
Secretly though, they all had their own reasons for never sleeping.
- - End Chapter 1: The Beginning - - -
Author's Note: I realize this chapter was extremely short, but if I had gone on it would have been too long. I hope to post the next chapter within the next week. The more feedback I get to sooner I'll put up the next chapter, Dudley's Nightmare. Please review.