Harry potter and the half blood prince.
As usual, anything in this story belongs to J K Rowling. Just the story plot belongs to me, but without Rowling wonderful imagination this would not be possible so I say everything is hers. Well u get the point. This is my first REAL story. Hope u like it. Constructive criticism is appreciated as I would like to find ways to improve writing style etc. I hope u guys like this one. If you have any ideas or themes you would like to see in this story please be forward and I'll see what I can do. Any advice is welcomed and I also hope to write a sequel to this one.
"Get down here this instant you lazy bastard!"
Harry potter a mere fifteen year old scrambled up from bed trying to appease his relatives. He was wearing what can only be describes as rags, his cousin's hand –me-downs. He had bushy untamable hair, green rebellious eyes and a skinny frame that can make him be mistaken for a 13 year old. God only knows what he went through with such people. They were what one would call horrible. They treated him like dirt…. possible even lower than dirt but what was he to do about it?
You see Harry isn't an ordinary boy. No, he's a wizard!! To his relatives, the Dursleys, that is enough to classify him as an abomination, a freak if you will. But he isn't allowed to perform magic away from school. During summer he was like one of them, almost a muggle. The only thing he looked forward to was going back to school, Hogwarts in September. Hogwarts was truly his first real home.
"What is taking you so long" Aunt petunia was extra vicious this morning, Harry couldn't understand why she had to yell at him all day long.
"Yes Aunt Petunia, what do you wa…."
"Start the breakfast!" she snapped, "before your uncle gets down here"
"Yes Aunt petunia" he droned.
Harry quickly made the breakfast, bacon and eggs. He packed each plate full except for two, which was to be halved. One was for him. For Harry wasn't allowed to eat too much as he bore an expense to their family, and the other for their whale of a cousin Dudley, who was supposedly on a diet. As every one gathered to eat their breakfast a snowy owl entered the kitchen back door, with two letters in its clutches. They each bore the Hogwarts crest. Harry quickly plucked the letters from his owl, Hedwig and placed them in his pocket.
"remember what we talked about boy!" his uncle Vernon said, " you will not leave this house, no hocus pocus nonsense , you hear me!
Harry held his head down avoiding his uncle's glare. While Dudley glowed at Harry's discomfort.
"Boy , do I make myself clear!!"
"Yes Uncle Vernon."
"Good, if I see that bloody stick of yours I will break it! Don't think I forgot what happened last year!" Vernon's vein was visibly throbbing from his out burst. "Now get out of my sight!"
" Don't forget to weed the garden!" his Aunt added.
Harry strolled out side picking up a shovel and spade and other items for his morning work. Tears began to flow freely as he remembered the events of last year. The worst professor in defense against the dark arts to ever grace the halls of Hogwarts was on his case the whole year. Not to mention his godfather whom he got to know and appreciate was gone. That was his only ticket away from the dursleys granted that a certain rat was captured. Peter Pettigrew was going to pay and pay dearly. Harry was sure of it! Right on the list next to him was none other than Bellautrix Lestrange.
"That bitch is mine" he thought bitterly to himself.
Harry began to weed the garden, ever so often he would think back to those depressing moments from the past. Cedric's death, Umbridge, Voldemort's rising, the veil and Sirius…..and many more. Thinking about it made him cry even more.
one more owl flew down to him as he worked in the garden. He totally forgot about the other letters. Harry tore open the one he just received from his friend, Ron miniature owl pig.
Hey Harry,
How everything going. Are the muggles treating ya better! If not tell me so we can send Fred and George like in 2nd year. Did you get your owls yet? I did better than expected. I got 7 owls! Can you believe it. Way better than Fred and George! Mum was so proud. Anyway are you coming to diagon alley? If so just tell us when so we could meet up. Don't be worrying about Sirius ok, he wouldn't want that. Please take care of yourself ok mate.
See ya
Ron
There was another letter attached to Ron's. It was from his other best friend Hermione.
Harry,
Hope you are doing well, Ron got 7 owls I'm very impressed with him. See what hard work can do for you?! I got 12 owls! I couldn't believe it! Anyways I hope all is well and I know u must miss Sirius terrible. We all do. Please study hard and don't let the Dursleys get you down.
Hermione
Harry began to chuckle lightly at the thought of Hermione being impressed with Ron's work. Ron was indeed a lazy bug but he was quite intelligent. Harry then tore open his first letter from Hogwarts. It was the usual book list and supplies. Attached to it was another letter.
Dear Harry,
Due to certain circumstances beyond my control , I cannot allow you to go to the Weasley's, Diagon alley or even to the headquarters this year. We have word that Voldemort is searching for you and would stop at nothing. You are to stay indoors at all times preferable within the house boundaries. Please be patient and don't forget to do your homework! I am very pleased with your owl results I hope you continue to study hard. But try not to break so much rules this time. To get your books this year I have taken the liberty to order them through owl post and should be arriving any day now. I also picked out a book on occlumency and legimency for light reading.
Sincerely Albus Dumbledore.
Harry was still mad at his head master and this made things worse. How was he supposed to stay cooped up in this mad house for the whole summer! He was even more infuriated at his head master than last year. The way things were going, this year should be worse than last year!!
Harry open the next letter, which contained his owl results. He quickly skimmed through it and gasped. He had gotten no less then 10 owls!!!
Dear mister potter your have successfully gained entrance into 6th year NEWT level, your results are as follows:
Charms - O
Transfiguration – E
Care of magical creatures- O
Herbology- E
History of magic- A
Divinations- O
Defense against the dark arts- O
Astronomy- A
Potions- O
Two extra owls were given for exemplary work in defense against the dark arts and potions. Well done mister potter. You may choose any course for newt level that you have attained an E average and above and send your choice back to Hogwarts promptly. Have a nice day.
Harry sat there dumfounded in the dirt not believing his eyes. He got a bloody O in potions and Divination!! What the hell is going on. He was sure he would fail them or just barely scrape through but he did excellent in them.
"This really shows how Snape was putting me down whole year" he said to himself.
From that moment Harry decided to study hard in potions just to prove Snape was wrong all along. If he went back to school not knowing anything Snape would just say the examiner saw his name and felt sorry for him or something along the lines of that.
Harry quickly wrote back replies to Ron and Hermione telling them his results and how he was under house arrest. He then wrote down the course subjects he would be choosing namely, potions, defense, charms, transfiguration and care of magical creatures. He was glad that he didn't have to choose divination or see the likes of old batty Trelawney anymore. He folded the parchment and sent it off back to Hogwarts.
After finishing the garden he moved on to washing the Dursleys car, then cleaning out the basement, washing dishes etc. This routine went on day in day out. He was practically a house elf! Every day he would be yelled at, then had to do chores while has fat arse cousin played video games.
He was really fed up with his living conditions. And this had to last whole summer! Days past and already, Harry finished all his assignments out of pure boredom. He even reread all his text books from year 1 and up. He now knew every curse hex and spell by heart in those books even potions. Just means only potions he could practice since he wasn't allowed to do magic yet.
Days later , his school books arrived and he began reading those too in his spare time. He began to like potions and was getting pretty good at it as he practiced with his ingredients from last year and the new ones Dumbledore got him.
Day's turned into weeks and eventually it was his birthday. A group of owls came flying in his bedroom window at 6 in the morning. They began screeching and Harry had a horrible time trying to quiet them down. Pig was the worse in that he took forever to catch and was very noisy. Hedwig watched in amusement along with disapproval at the way Harry was trying to get at pig. He got the usual rock cakes from Harid, and weasley sweater from Mrs. Weasley. He got a book on defensive spells and curses from Hermione and a new set of quiditch gloves from Ron. Fred and George give him a box of assorted sweats from their new line of inventions, which Harry was delighted for. They had promised to make him a partner in weasley's wizarding weezies of which he would get 20 percent of the earnings going strait to his vault at grignots and monthly supply's of their products. He read each letter laughing at a few jokes each brought up from last year. They were trying to make him feel better.
Harry came downstairs as usual and made breakfast. His aunt cursed him for burning the toast.
"why you good for nothing son of a bitch!" she yelled, " How could you burn the damn toast and eggs like that? You weren't paying attention were you! What is wrong with you, don't they teach you common sense in that school of yours? Go to your room now, you will have no breakfast"
Dudley began grinning madly at his cousin who was once again being ridiculed by his mother. Harry held his head down not daring to see her ugly face.
He stomped his way up to his room slamming the door as he entered. He really couldn't take all the harsh words his Aunt threw at him. It was his birthday and as usual they didn't give a shit.
He was brooding in his room, finally realizing that he need to take control of his life. This stupid prophecy, kill or to be killed annoyed him greatly and made him feel he had to choice in the matter.
He got up from his bed , covered his scar with his hair and stomped down the stairs not caring what the Dursleys would say.
"what do you think you're doing?" his aunt fumed.
"shut the hell up you old hag!" he yelled, at that moment, his Aunt's favorite ornament exploded causing the pieces to shatter everywhere on the floor. He calmly walked out the door away from the safety and confines of his Aunt's home leaving both his Aunt and cousin with their mouths hanging open.
Not so much a cliffy but hope you liked it. Chapter 2 will be posted soon, Possible in 3 days to 5 days time or maybe tomorrow! Well u get the idea. I hope to update once or twice a week .Oh and sorry I don't have an original name but couldn't think of anything better.
Gothic wizard
Take care.