Draco's Archenemies
Draco's Archenemies
This is my first story among my fanfic collection 'Hidden Tales'.They are not a series (well...nearly!) but just a collection. Writing a fanfic sure isn't easy work, especially if it isn't your language!! But please do review!!
Disclaimer: All of the fantastic characters' are of course J.K.Rowling's except my dear Requiem.
Chapter.1 Things Aren't Always What They Seem
Oh, my god, this is getting worse and worse, thought Harry as he looked at the dish placed in front of him. The dish was plastic, red with a big 'R' painted in yellow and had something that looked terribly like dog food in it.
"Uh...isn't this Ripper's dish Aunt Marge left behind yesterday?" Harry asked the three Dursleys sitting around the table, eating steak and gravy. They kept on eating, ignoring Harry's remark.
"I said.....," Harry started to repeat his words when Uncle Vernon stopped him.
"Yes, yes. And from now on it will be your private dish," Vernon informed him.
Harry was so shocked for words that he froze on the spot, Ripper's dish in hand, gaping at Uncle Vernon. He had lived with the Dursleys for nearly 16 years, but this was too much.
'What do they think I am, a dog?' Harry thought irritably. But his hunger was too much to bear. He had washed the dishes, polished the furniture, painted the fence and had cleaned the windows. Harry stretched his hand to eat when the strong aroma of dog food came to his nostrils.
Harry decided to ask just one more thing: "Is this....?"
"Left over dog food. Don't talk and be quiet!" Aunt Petunia snapped. She had been in a bad mood for several days because of the stock markets. She had lost a lot of money at her first go, and she and Uncle Vernon had fought for the first time since Harry had come to number four, Privet Drive.
Harry knew this wasn't the time to argue. He began to ponder whether he should eat or throw away the dog food.
Harry had decided to throw it out the window and go hungry when there was a sudden noise from the window. He went to open it, thinking it a good opportunity to throw away the dog food. As he opened the window, a shadow swooped in, taking Harry by surprise.
"What the...?" Harry stuttered. He looked at the figure, now going in circles around the shocked Dursleys. He had to stifle a grin; the Dursleys were such a funny sight!
Uncle Vernon had gone a bright shade of purple, red wine dribbling down his chin. Aunt Petunia had gone dead-white and was staring at the figure numbly, simply shocked out of her wits. Big, porky Dudley was the worst of them. He had opened his mouth in surprise and the contents(chewed up steak and gravy) had fallen onto his lap, bits of spit and meat falling down from his mouth now and then.
"What the heck...?" came from Uncle Vernon's mouth. He glanced at Harry with the look of suspicion.
The little figure swooped down towards the table. It was a handsome tawny owl which Harry recognised immediately as the Hogwarts' messenger owl. He took a quick look at the legs of the owl and saw a cream-coloured envelope clutched tightly in its claws.
Expecting the letter to be his, Harry signaled to the owl to come to him. However, the owl didn't come to Harry but went straight to the Dursleys.
Uncle Vernon was suffering convulsions all over his body. Recovering, he looked at the strange green ink , and he soon put out a shaking hand and ripped the envelope open. Out fell a letter that read:
Dear Mr. D. Dursley,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We have failed to recognize the ability of your magic powers until now. We greatly apologize about this, and we will make sure to help you catch up on the five years you missed at our school. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Mr. Potter will tell you the directions.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Aunt Petunia, who had just read the letter, looked as if she was going to faint. She walked over to Dudley, who didn't know what was happening, and hugged him tightly. She started to whisper in his ear about the letter and kept on repeating, "It'll be O.K. Daddy and Mummy won't send you."
Uncle Vernon had a grim look on his face. He had remembered the time Harry had first got the letters from Hogwarts. He knew only too well that the school did anything to get what it wanted and this time the school was after Dudley. He knew what he had to do; there was no other choice.
"Harry, give the instructions." Uncle Vernon said in a somber voice.
"Vernon!" Aunt Petunia shrieked. The look of panic in her eyes were unmistakable.
But Uncle Vernon had made his decisions. Dudley Dursley, his one and only son had to go. He looked at Aunt Petunia with a look that made her finally give-up.
Aunt Petunia glanced at Dudley. She was sure that he would throw a tantrum. "Umm..Darling..." She tried to speak but soon her words turned into huge sobs.
Uncle Vernon shook his head and looked right into Dudley's eyes, not knowing what to say first. He was still debating what to say in his head. Dudley was sure to be shocked and scared at the fact he'll be going to a magic school, not to say a school Harry attended. Vernon for once, had totally lost his words.
"When am I supposed to go there?" Surprisingly, Dudley started to speak in a very relaxed tone, his beady blue eyes glistening. When no answer came to his ears, he asked them once more, pouting.
Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and even Harry was so surprised they just stared at Dudley with the look of disbelief. Was this the Dudley they knew? The boy who was always whining about everything?
Pouting, Dudley began to whine. He was not used to being stared at¡ªactually he should with his piggy looks¡ªor being ignored. He was about to scream when Aunt Petunia hugged him with all her might and planted a big kiss on his bulgy cheek.
"Oh, our cute little sweetums is practically a man!"
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Harry went to change the bills to wizard money while the Dursleys looked around the white building of Gringotts, the wizard bank. When he was back with a heavy bag of Galleons, Sickles and Knuts, the three was staring with curiosity at a goblin who was getting red in the face with anger at their rude behavior. Harry quickly led the Dursleys out the door.
The next place they went was Madam Malkin's shop. Madam Malkin, who had greeted them with a smiling face seemed to be alarmed by the size of Dudley. She quickly went into her shop and brought out a huge ¡ª probably the largest ¡ª black robe and put it over Dudley. It was a perfect fit, so Madam Malkin only had to shorten it up.
Aunt Petunia was now looking at the dress robes. Dudley ran over to her and chose a turquoise coloured one which Harry thought was too small even for one of Dudley's legs. Madam Malkin who was afraid of Dudley trying it on, apparated beside him and gave another.
'Pink?' Harry thought as he stared at the rose-pink robe Dudley had been given. It certainly is big, he sniggered behind his hand. As Madam Malkins told Mr. and Mrs. Dursley that if they won't take it Dudley would have to go without, they finally purchased it and went out of the shop.
The whole shopping thing was a disaster for Dudley, but was a comedy to Harry. It reached its climax at Ollivanders. It took Mr. Ollivander three hours to find the right wand for Dudley. Dudley had held about a hundred wands or so, but nothing worked. Mr. Ollivander had begun to think that Dudley wasn't magic at all.
"This is the last one I can give you¡ªoak and dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, flexible. If this doesn't work, you'd have to give-up going to Hogwarts." Mr. Ollivander said with a glimpse of annoyance in his voice.
Dudley held the wand and waved it in the air. A little shower of copper sparks came out from the tip. Dudley nearly toppled over in surprise.
"Mummy! I'm doing magic!" Dudley yelled at the top of his lungs. At that moment Harry saw the mean glint that was headed to his direction. Dudley, after getting Harry's eye contact, smiled maliciously. Dudley mouthed, 'You're dead meat, Potter!'.
Harry strangled a laugh. Was Dudley actually thinking that those copper sparks was all that there was in magic? Just then, he found Mr. Ollivander shaking his head. Curious about the reason he was doing that Harry asked him why.
Mr. Ollivander lowered his voice to a whisper so only Harry could hear.
"The wand's core. I said it was dragon heartstring, didn't I? Well... the dragon whose heart that is was...."
He shook his head once more. Harry, who was now quite worried, waited for the next words. Mr. Ollivander put on a apologetic face as he finished his sentence.
"The dragon was...dumb. He couldn't do anything¡ªfly, catch his prey, or even defense himself from attack. He was nearly dead from starvation when the Dragon slayers got him. That boy...He may follow the lessons at school, but otherwise the wand can't do much. It has nearly no power¡ª especially in emergencies."
Harry tried to look sorry for Dudley too. But inside he was grinning all over. This was great! He looked at Dudley who was still looking proud of himself. What were all the students going to say when they see Dudley Dursley? Harry could hardly wait for September 1.
