Harry Potter and the Final Battle
Chapter 1 – Seventeenth Birthday
Harry Potter was an ordinary sixteen year old boy, apart from one small thing, Harry Potter, was a wizard. Harry was sitting alone in his bedroom, his Aunt, Uncle and cousin were all asleep, but you couldn't blame them, it was 11:30 in the evening! If you were to look around Harry's room, you would see nothing but an empty bird cage, and a trunk. Harry had packed all of his school things away, because, in 30 minutes, he would be seventeen, which meant that in the wizarding world, he was considered an adult. But, for Harry, turning seventeen, came at a price. The very second that Harry became a man, the protection that he had from living in the Dursleys' house would stop, meaning that Harry's worst enemy, and the most feared villain in the wizarding world, and his minions, would be able to come and attack him whenever they wanted. This was the reason why Harry's things were packed, at ten o'clock in the morning the next day, members of the Order of the Phoenix would be coming to collect Harry and take him away to the Burrow, where he would be around, what he felt was, the best family in the wizarding world.
Harry glanced at his alarm clock, ten seconds to go, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. Well, that was it, he was officially a man, well, in the wizarding world anyway. In that knowledge, Harry rolled over onto his side, and allowed sleep to overcome him.
Harry awoke from his deep sleep at seven o'clock, to the sound of tapping on his window, he rose and turned to find his snowy-white owl, Hedwig, tapping on the window with her beak with some difficulty, due to the fact that it was full of a dead rat. Harry moved forwards and opened the window, Harry felt a gust of cold wind brush past him as Hedwig flew into the room, and sat on her perch. Harry walked over to her cage and grimly closed the door. She hooted in angry protest,
"Sorry Hed," said Harry soothingly. "But, the order are coming later, and we need to be ready, Voldemort and his Death Eaters could show up at any moment." Voldemort was, of course, the villain that I mentioned earlier, and the Death Eaters were his minions. Hedwig gave up her protest and busied herself with chewing on a particular piece of rat, but that was after giving her master an 'if you must' look. Harry heard his Aunt and Uncle stirring from the next room. He waited for ten minutes, bade goodbye to Hedwig and left his room to go down to the kitchen. He found all three Dursleys already sitting at the table, and, as always, when he entered, they ignored him completely, but Harry didn't mind, that was just the way he liked it. Harry sat down, took a piece of toast, and immediately started eating it, keen to get out of the kitchen as soon as possible, but to his surprise, just as he was about to leave, "Boy," said Uncle Vernon, in his usual voice, that was not a bellow, but extremely close. "What time is this so-called 'Order' coming to get you."
"Ten o'clock, why?" asked Harry, suspiciously.
"Because, Marge is coming over later, but it's OK, she isn't due to arrive until noon, so as long as your lot show up on time, unlike the last time, then we won't have a problem," replied Uncle Vernon, not even bothering to glance up from his newspaper. Harry slowly rose from the table, and went back upstairs to his room, where Hedwig was just finishing her rat. So, Aunt Marge was coming over then, well, it was a good thing that Harry was leaving 2 hours before she came, the last time Harry had seen Aunt Marge, he had accidentally blown her up, so that she filled the entire kitchen! Suddenly Harry heard the doorbell ring downstairs, "Who calls at this time of morning?" he heard Aunt Petunia say. Harry felt himself wondering the same thing, surely it couldn't be. Not them, not now! Harry ran out into the corridor, pulling his wand out of the back pocket of his jeans as he did so, sprinted to the top of the stairs, and watched as Aunt Petunia, opened the door.