Dear Reader,
I'm new to fanfiction.net so excuse me if I forget some essential items. This fan fic is a continuation of the Goblet of Fire, Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts. The entire thing will be actually quite long, with many chapters. Because I'm sure all you guys want quicker updates, I will divide up the chapters into sections. I try to make my writing style as close to J.K. Rowling's as I can. As for most sites, Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters in the books by J.K. Rowling. They are solely hers and hers alone. However, I would like to take the moment to reserve Natali Jo RBD and Devera Voltmon Frost for they also take part in my own novel series. Thank you and enjoy!
Sincerely,
N. Skylarks
~CHAPTER ONE. The White Dementor (1)~
Perhaps it was because of the fear of Voldemort lurking at every corner, or perhaps it was because of the lack of magic over break, Harry didn't know. All he knew was something in his heart was horribly wrong. He had been tossing and turning for more than two hours now without getting any closer to sleep. He felt around for his glasses, which he had to tape for the fifth time from Dudley stomping on them.
The Dursleys were treating him just as bad as before, if not worse. Due to the news that Voldemort, the most feared wizard of all time, had risen again, Harry constantly got letters from Albus Dumbledore, headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where Harry would be attending once the school year started. The Dursleys were what wizards called Muggles, that is, non-wizard folk, and they were as much of Muggles as Muggles can be. They hated even the mention of anything in relation to magic, so one can only guess what their reactions were when owls arrived every week to their house.
Harry put on his glasses and looked at the clock. It read exactly 12:00 midnight. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past him. Shivering, he got up to close the window. From a corner, he glimpsed a pair of wings. He stood still, searching for his wand in his pocket. Out of the blue, a extremely small pair of wings shot out of that same corner and circled around him, hooting loudly. Harry relaxed at this. It was Pigwidgeon, his friend Ron's owl.
Still hooting loudly, Pigwidgeon dropped a small parcel at Harry's feet and circled the room, hooting boastfully for delivering such a large package to the right owner.
Ignoring the owl, Harry picked up the bundle and unwrapped it. A letter bearing Ron's handwriting fluttered to the floor. Harry picked it up and unfolded the piece of parchment. In it read:
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! Dad said the Ministry's letting you stay at my house for the rest of the summer. Mum still doesn't trust those Muggles of yours, so she wants to pick you up as early as possible. Tell the Muggles we'll be arriving by Ministry cars on Thursday, so they don't need to worry about us breaking their fireplace again.
Harry smiled at this. Just last summer, the Weasleys came to pick Harry up by Floo Powder, or traveling by fire. Little did they know the Dursleys used an electric fireplace, therefore blocking the entryway. Harry wondered why the Ministry finally let him leave the Dursleys. However much he wanted to stay at Ron's and leave his dreaded Muggle home, Dumbledore told him strictly that the Dursley's was the safest place for Harry to go. He read on.
Hermione's here already. She said something about making sure I don't pressure you into doing something stupid and killing you at the same time. Girls, really. Worrying too much. Charlie's here, too, on You-Know-Who business, and he brought this little trinket for me. He calls it an "Eye Decoder." Bit stupid to give to me, really, as it's only meant for people with glasses, so I decided to give it to you. Fred and George have been inventing even more exotic candies. Be careful of what you eat when you get here. You might blow up or turn yellow. Just yesterday, Ginny almost choked on her tea. She talked in a high squeaky voice for the rest of the day. Fred and George practically get a lecture every day from Mum. Dunno how they got so much money to make it all. They claim they already have a store booked down. Hope life at the Muggles isn't too bad and you have enough to eat. Can't wait until Thursday!
Ron
Harry dug inside the parcel some more and took out what seemed like a fluffy, pink ball that Aunt Petunia would use to put on powder. Stuck on it were instructions that read:
Eye Decoder
Gently dust onto glasses and see what others cannot see. Do not use around children.
Curious, Harry took off his glasses and gently swept the pink ball over them. Little particles of pink powder landed on his glasses. Even more curious, he put them back on. Nothing was different at all, except for the fact that the little pink dots worsened his eye vision. He took them off again and tried to wipe his glasses. The pink dots would not come off. Cursing at his luck, he reluctantly put them on and searched for a piece of parchment. After a few moments of searching, and knocking over other scrolls at the same time, he hastily scribbled a return note to Ron.
Can't wait until Thursday either. See you.
Harry
Giving an owl treat to Pigwidgeon, Harry sent the bouncing owl off, and closed the window. A hoot came from behind him. Heart stopping for a second, he relaxed again. There, in the corner, was his own white owl, Hedwig, also bearing a package.
As Harry untied the parcel from Hedwig, he saw another owl in the corner. It wasn't a school owl, or any of his friends' owls, but it seemed oddly familiar. Still trying to remember where he's seen the owl before, Harry opened up the package to reveal another letter, this time from Hermione. Harry's heart jumped. Hermione was another one of Harry's friends from school. Harry squinted, but the pink dots on his glasses made everything blurry.
Almost as if the owl knew what was happening, the strange owl fluttered its wings, flew past Harry, dropped a napkin on Harry's lap, and went back to its sitting position.
I'm new to fanfiction.net so excuse me if I forget some essential items. This fan fic is a continuation of the Goblet of Fire, Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts. The entire thing will be actually quite long, with many chapters. Because I'm sure all you guys want quicker updates, I will divide up the chapters into sections. I try to make my writing style as close to J.K. Rowling's as I can. As for most sites, Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters in the books by J.K. Rowling. They are solely hers and hers alone. However, I would like to take the moment to reserve Natali Jo RBD and Devera Voltmon Frost for they also take part in my own novel series. Thank you and enjoy!
Sincerely,
N. Skylarks
~CHAPTER ONE. The White Dementor (1)~
Perhaps it was because of the fear of Voldemort lurking at every corner, or perhaps it was because of the lack of magic over break, Harry didn't know. All he knew was something in his heart was horribly wrong. He had been tossing and turning for more than two hours now without getting any closer to sleep. He felt around for his glasses, which he had to tape for the fifth time from Dudley stomping on them.
The Dursleys were treating him just as bad as before, if not worse. Due to the news that Voldemort, the most feared wizard of all time, had risen again, Harry constantly got letters from Albus Dumbledore, headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where Harry would be attending once the school year started. The Dursleys were what wizards called Muggles, that is, non-wizard folk, and they were as much of Muggles as Muggles can be. They hated even the mention of anything in relation to magic, so one can only guess what their reactions were when owls arrived every week to their house.
Harry put on his glasses and looked at the clock. It read exactly 12:00 midnight. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past him. Shivering, he got up to close the window. From a corner, he glimpsed a pair of wings. He stood still, searching for his wand in his pocket. Out of the blue, a extremely small pair of wings shot out of that same corner and circled around him, hooting loudly. Harry relaxed at this. It was Pigwidgeon, his friend Ron's owl.
Still hooting loudly, Pigwidgeon dropped a small parcel at Harry's feet and circled the room, hooting boastfully for delivering such a large package to the right owner.
Ignoring the owl, Harry picked up the bundle and unwrapped it. A letter bearing Ron's handwriting fluttered to the floor. Harry picked it up and unfolded the piece of parchment. In it read:
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! Dad said the Ministry's letting you stay at my house for the rest of the summer. Mum still doesn't trust those Muggles of yours, so she wants to pick you up as early as possible. Tell the Muggles we'll be arriving by Ministry cars on Thursday, so they don't need to worry about us breaking their fireplace again.
Harry smiled at this. Just last summer, the Weasleys came to pick Harry up by Floo Powder, or traveling by fire. Little did they know the Dursleys used an electric fireplace, therefore blocking the entryway. Harry wondered why the Ministry finally let him leave the Dursleys. However much he wanted to stay at Ron's and leave his dreaded Muggle home, Dumbledore told him strictly that the Dursley's was the safest place for Harry to go. He read on.
Hermione's here already. She said something about making sure I don't pressure you into doing something stupid and killing you at the same time. Girls, really. Worrying too much. Charlie's here, too, on You-Know-Who business, and he brought this little trinket for me. He calls it an "Eye Decoder." Bit stupid to give to me, really, as it's only meant for people with glasses, so I decided to give it to you. Fred and George have been inventing even more exotic candies. Be careful of what you eat when you get here. You might blow up or turn yellow. Just yesterday, Ginny almost choked on her tea. She talked in a high squeaky voice for the rest of the day. Fred and George practically get a lecture every day from Mum. Dunno how they got so much money to make it all. They claim they already have a store booked down. Hope life at the Muggles isn't too bad and you have enough to eat. Can't wait until Thursday!
Ron
Harry dug inside the parcel some more and took out what seemed like a fluffy, pink ball that Aunt Petunia would use to put on powder. Stuck on it were instructions that read:
Eye Decoder
Gently dust onto glasses and see what others cannot see. Do not use around children.
Curious, Harry took off his glasses and gently swept the pink ball over them. Little particles of pink powder landed on his glasses. Even more curious, he put them back on. Nothing was different at all, except for the fact that the little pink dots worsened his eye vision. He took them off again and tried to wipe his glasses. The pink dots would not come off. Cursing at his luck, he reluctantly put them on and searched for a piece of parchment. After a few moments of searching, and knocking over other scrolls at the same time, he hastily scribbled a return note to Ron.
Can't wait until Thursday either. See you.
Harry
Giving an owl treat to Pigwidgeon, Harry sent the bouncing owl off, and closed the window. A hoot came from behind him. Heart stopping for a second, he relaxed again. There, in the corner, was his own white owl, Hedwig, also bearing a package.
As Harry untied the parcel from Hedwig, he saw another owl in the corner. It wasn't a school owl, or any of his friends' owls, but it seemed oddly familiar. Still trying to remember where he's seen the owl before, Harry opened up the package to reveal another letter, this time from Hermione. Harry's heart jumped. Hermione was another one of Harry's friends from school. Harry squinted, but the pink dots on his glasses made everything blurry.
Almost as if the owl knew what was happening, the strange owl fluttered its wings, flew past Harry, dropped a napkin on Harry's lap, and went back to its sitting position.