Chapter One: Pity and Sorrow
He walked down the narrow halls, seeking the right door to open, for that door would led him to complete his task...
Lit candles with blue flames surrounded the walls. The room was in tranquillity, with nothing but the soothing sound of a soft woman's voice, singing peacefully to the boy. The soothing singing died away making the room full of piercing screams. The candles burst into red flames and a foul voice filled his mind.
"Murderer or victim...murderer or victim..." the voice said wickedly.
The boy struggled fiercely, trying to break the painful chain which now was strapped around his body.
"Choose one...choose...choose..."
The voice was getting louder and faster; the patient was becoming tense, waiting for an answer. The voice seemed to be thrusting the boy though a veil and to an familiar arch...
"NO! I WON'T! YOU KILLED THEM! YOU'RE THE REASON THEY'RE DEAD!" The boy battled though the voice, avoiding to get near the arch, wanting to break free and to kill him...to kill him even after he was dead. He would try until he was dead.
He killed them, he would kill him...
The scrawny sixteen year ole boy instantly sprang up in his bed. He was sweating like mad and his breathing was uneven. He looked around the room. It had been a dream. He had te same dream yesterday, and the day before, and the day before...
The boy got up and walked around his room, running his hand in his hair. What did this mean? Should he tell someone? The boy snorted at the thought of telling someone. No one in this house would even talk to him, let alone notice him, and his friends would make a huge deal out of it and make him stay at his dreaded Aunt and Uncle's house for even longer.
He wished he had someone who would listen to him and not make a big deal out of something. Actually, he thought, he did have someone like this, but his parents and his godfather were gone. Dead.
He sighed and crawled back into bed. It wouldn't be too long until he went back to school. It wouldn't be too long, until he met his friends. And it wouldn't be too long until he would have to face him...
"Listen, I didn't try to make that toilet explode in your face!"The scrawny sixteen year old boy ran through the house trying to avoid his monstrous cousin Dudley Dursley. Dudley chased after him knocking down the expensive vases and statues down.
"I know you did it," Dudley yelled. "You used your wood thing!"
"No! I didn't! Listen to " the scrawny boy was punched, SMACK!, into the face.
"Why you little bi " The pair of them wrestled to the ground. The boy was no match for the huge Dudley Dursley and was easily beaten.
"That's what you get for releasing your abnormality on me!" Dudley hustled off leaving the boy in pain.
"YOU CAN'T EVEN SPELL ABNORMALITY!" the boy called after Dudley. It wasn't his fault the toilet had exploded; he couldn't control it...
This scrawny sixteen year old boy, was not like regular sixteen year old boys. In fact, Harry Potter was far from normal.
Harry Potter was a wizard.
Harry laid on his back waiting for Aunt Petunia to come and yell at him for messing with her "little Diddykins." When no body came, Harry got up and went up to his room, if you can call his tiny box a room. He opened the window and searched the sky for his owl, Hedwig.
Apart from being away from his school, Hogwarts, he missed his two best friends in the whole entire world, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. The only way he could communicate with them was with letters. Harry fell onto his bed, if you can call his scratchy cot a bed. Ron hadn't been writing back, which made Harry uncomfortable. Last time he hadn't got letters from his friends, his life had changed...
Harry's only trace of family was killed by a Death Eater, which made Harry feel extremely low, on account of it was his fault. He was starting to fell that his friends had lost trust in him. Harry was never so unhappy before. He was partly relieved that Hermione had been writing; he had to stay in touch with at least one of them.
Uncle Vermon and Dudley had been especially nasty to him this year. After what happened last summer, he wouldn't have been surprised if they fed him to Uncle Vermon's lawn mower. Though, Harry was shocked to come back and find that Aunt Petunia was waiting at the doorstep to give him encouraging smile. Aunt Petunia had been his mother's sister, maybe she wasn't too bad.
"HARRY POTTER!" a voice called from downstairs. Harry sighed and walked downstairs.
"So," Uncle Vermon spat at him.
"So," Harry repeated cooly.
"DO NOT TALK BACK TO ME!" Uncle Vermon hollered. Harry forcefully tried not to roll his eyes. "I know what you've been up to, boy, playing with that wand thing. I will not tolerate it! AND I know why been using it," Uncle Vermon said, his beady eyes fixed on Harry.
"Yeah, I've been trying to use it on you," Harry muttered.
"You've been using it because of the Lord Voldie thingy, and the dementoids AND YOU THINK YOURS SO COOL WITH YOUR WAND AND ALL, THAT YOU TRY TO SCARE OTHERS... well it's not going to work!" He paced back and forth. "One more abnormal thing, and your never going back to that school! AND THIS TIME I ABSOLUTELY MEAN IT!" Droplets of saliva sprayed Harry's face. "Now go to your room and don't come out!"
Harry looked at Uncle Vermon with anger, and left the room.
Harry went up to his room, where he found Hedwig waiting for him. "Hedwig," Harry said cheering up a bit. Attached to Hedwig were two notes. The first one was from was Hermione.
Dear Harry,
How are you? I great here. I'm so happy to tell you that I passed all of my
O.W.L.S---- this wasn't a surprise for Harry
----the only one I really did bad on was the History of
Magic exam. I got five points off! Thanks to you, my Defense Against the
Dark Arts exam went great! I got 8 O.W.L.S I sure you did great too. I hope the Dursley's aren't giving you a hard time---- if only they knew...
-----I'll see you in Diagon Ally, if not there then on September 1st!
Love,
Hermione
Harry put the parchment down and looked at the other envelope it was from Hogwarts, sending him his new lists of books and O.W.L.S results.
Harry scanned the results:
Dear Mr. Potter,
The results in your O.W.L.S have arrived. We are pleased to inform that you
have passed all the exams. It seems that Defense Against the Dark Arts was
your strongest area of knowledge. We congratulate you once again.
Professor M. McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Attached you will find your results and the new book/supply list.
Defense Against the Dark Arts- Umbridge- 98.2-O
Charms- Flitwick- 97.2-O
Care of Magical Creatures- Hagrid- 91.5-E
Transfiguration- McGonagall-90.6.4-E
Herbology- Sprout- 84.4-A
Potions- Snape- 81.6-A
Divination- Trelawney- 75.1-P
Astronomy- Sinistra-73.1-T
History of Magic- Binns- 71.3-T
Harry looked at the results again. He knew that the History of Magic exam was going to be the lowest, because he hadn't even finished it. He was surprised to find that he had done such a wonderful job in Defense Against the Dark Arts. He and the rest of the school knew that he was good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he never thought he would have done so well. He had gotten six O.W.L.S! He smiled, his first true smile since he had come back to Privet Drive.
He remembered what Professor McGonagall had said, he needed to get at least an "O" to become an Auror in all the classes and Harry quickly picked up the results again. He had gotten an "A" in Potions! He needed an "O"!
Harry groaned deeply and the happiness left him quickly. Anger bubbled up inside him, and he chucked his results across the room. He could have kicked himself.
He looked around for a note from Ron, but found nothing. Harry sat back on his chair; why hadn't Ron been writing? Harry really wanted to hear from him.
Hedwig hooted half annoyed, half angry and flapped her wing really fast, blowing away all the papers on Harry's "desk."
"Oh yeah," Harry said . "Let me get you something to eat." Harry rustled around the room looking for some owl treats. "I know it's in here somewhere," Harry continued talking to the owl as he scavenged his scratchy cot. "Crap, I think I left it downstairs! Hedwig stay here, don't move."
Hedwig looked at him blankly.
Harry slowly opened the door, looked both ways and stepped out. He slowly went down the stair, where he was relived to find out that the Dursleys were watching television.
He slowly crept into the kitchen and found the owl treats laying on the ground. Dudley must have had a snack because they barley any left. He picked it up and then was shocked to hear loud screaming.
Harry ran into the living room to find Hedwig flying through the room scaring the daylights out of the Dursleys.
"BOY GET THAT RUDDY OWL OUT!" Uncle Vermon screamed. Harry called to Hedwig, as she flew to Harry's shoulder.
Uncle Vermon breathed heavily, so heavily that Harry actually stepped back. "THAT IS IT! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! I've told you a million times to keep this bird in your room "
"But she probably got scared," Harry tried to explain.
"I DON'T CARE! GO TO YOUR ROOM, AND YOU'RE AREN'T GOING TO THAT BLOODY SCHOOL!"
Harry's nostrils flared anger, as he left the room with Hedwig. He was going back to that "bloody school" no matter what...
Harry woke up at 5 A.M., got dressed, and packed all his things without making a peep. He crept into the living room, grabbed some paper and began to write.
Uncle Vermon,
I have gone to Diagon Ally to purchase my school supplies.
I will stay there for the remainder of the summer. Just pick
me up on the end of the term.
Harry
Harry knew that Uncle Vermon would be outraged, when he found out that Harry had gone, but Harry couldn't stay in this hell any longer. He read over his note and placed it on the desk. He searched his suitcase for some Floo Powder he had gotten last year, just in case.
He picked up the round bottle, opened the top, and placed it back on the desk. He gathered his things and placed them in the small fireplace. He had no idea how he was going to get inside.
Harry bustled into the fireplace; it was a difficult task. When he finally got inside, he remembered that he forgot the Floo Powder.
Harry cursed under his breath. He could have kicked himself. He struggled out of the fireplace when his realized that he had made a mistake.
Hedwig's cage had fallen to the ground making great noise.
There was an uproar.
"POTTER," Uncle Vermon yelled from upstairs; he knew that Harry was up to no good.
Harry scurried around in the dark, picking up Hedwig's cage and the Floo Powder. He finally managed to get inside.
Uncle Vermon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley ran into the living room. Harry grabbed a handful of Floo Powder while Uncle Vermon charged toward Harry.
"Diagon Ally!" Harry loudly and then he dropped the Floo Powder. A green flame lit the room, as the Dursleys hollered. The next they knew was the Harry had left Number Four Privet Drive.
He walked down the narrow halls, seeking the right door to open, for that door would led him to complete his task...
Lit candles with blue flames surrounded the walls. The room was in tranquillity, with nothing but the soothing sound of a soft woman's voice, singing peacefully to the boy. The soothing singing died away making the room full of piercing screams. The candles burst into red flames and a foul voice filled his mind.
"Murderer or victim...murderer or victim..." the voice said wickedly.
The boy struggled fiercely, trying to break the painful chain which now was strapped around his body.
"Choose one...choose...choose..."
The voice was getting louder and faster; the patient was becoming tense, waiting for an answer. The voice seemed to be thrusting the boy though a veil and to an familiar arch...
"NO! I WON'T! YOU KILLED THEM! YOU'RE THE REASON THEY'RE DEAD!" The boy battled though the voice, avoiding to get near the arch, wanting to break free and to kill him...to kill him even after he was dead. He would try until he was dead.
He killed them, he would kill him...
The scrawny sixteen year ole boy instantly sprang up in his bed. He was sweating like mad and his breathing was uneven. He looked around the room. It had been a dream. He had te same dream yesterday, and the day before, and the day before...
The boy got up and walked around his room, running his hand in his hair. What did this mean? Should he tell someone? The boy snorted at the thought of telling someone. No one in this house would even talk to him, let alone notice him, and his friends would make a huge deal out of it and make him stay at his dreaded Aunt and Uncle's house for even longer.
He wished he had someone who would listen to him and not make a big deal out of something. Actually, he thought, he did have someone like this, but his parents and his godfather were gone. Dead.
He sighed and crawled back into bed. It wouldn't be too long until he went back to school. It wouldn't be too long, until he met his friends. And it wouldn't be too long until he would have to face him...
"Listen, I didn't try to make that toilet explode in your face!"The scrawny sixteen year old boy ran through the house trying to avoid his monstrous cousin Dudley Dursley. Dudley chased after him knocking down the expensive vases and statues down.
"I know you did it," Dudley yelled. "You used your wood thing!"
"No! I didn't! Listen to " the scrawny boy was punched, SMACK!, into the face.
"Why you little bi " The pair of them wrestled to the ground. The boy was no match for the huge Dudley Dursley and was easily beaten.
"That's what you get for releasing your abnormality on me!" Dudley hustled off leaving the boy in pain.
"YOU CAN'T EVEN SPELL ABNORMALITY!" the boy called after Dudley. It wasn't his fault the toilet had exploded; he couldn't control it...
This scrawny sixteen year old boy, was not like regular sixteen year old boys. In fact, Harry Potter was far from normal.
Harry Potter was a wizard.
Harry laid on his back waiting for Aunt Petunia to come and yell at him for messing with her "little Diddykins." When no body came, Harry got up and went up to his room, if you can call his tiny box a room. He opened the window and searched the sky for his owl, Hedwig.
Apart from being away from his school, Hogwarts, he missed his two best friends in the whole entire world, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. The only way he could communicate with them was with letters. Harry fell onto his bed, if you can call his scratchy cot a bed. Ron hadn't been writing back, which made Harry uncomfortable. Last time he hadn't got letters from his friends, his life had changed...
Harry's only trace of family was killed by a Death Eater, which made Harry feel extremely low, on account of it was his fault. He was starting to fell that his friends had lost trust in him. Harry was never so unhappy before. He was partly relieved that Hermione had been writing; he had to stay in touch with at least one of them.
Uncle Vermon and Dudley had been especially nasty to him this year. After what happened last summer, he wouldn't have been surprised if they fed him to Uncle Vermon's lawn mower. Though, Harry was shocked to come back and find that Aunt Petunia was waiting at the doorstep to give him encouraging smile. Aunt Petunia had been his mother's sister, maybe she wasn't too bad.
"HARRY POTTER!" a voice called from downstairs. Harry sighed and walked downstairs.
"So," Uncle Vermon spat at him.
"So," Harry repeated cooly.
"DO NOT TALK BACK TO ME!" Uncle Vermon hollered. Harry forcefully tried not to roll his eyes. "I know what you've been up to, boy, playing with that wand thing. I will not tolerate it! AND I know why been using it," Uncle Vermon said, his beady eyes fixed on Harry.
"Yeah, I've been trying to use it on you," Harry muttered.
"You've been using it because of the Lord Voldie thingy, and the dementoids AND YOU THINK YOURS SO COOL WITH YOUR WAND AND ALL, THAT YOU TRY TO SCARE OTHERS... well it's not going to work!" He paced back and forth. "One more abnormal thing, and your never going back to that school! AND THIS TIME I ABSOLUTELY MEAN IT!" Droplets of saliva sprayed Harry's face. "Now go to your room and don't come out!"
Harry looked at Uncle Vermon with anger, and left the room.
Harry went up to his room, where he found Hedwig waiting for him. "Hedwig," Harry said cheering up a bit. Attached to Hedwig were two notes. The first one was from was Hermione.
Dear Harry,
How are you? I great here. I'm so happy to tell you that I passed all of my
O.W.L.S---- this wasn't a surprise for Harry
----the only one I really did bad on was the History of
Magic exam. I got five points off! Thanks to you, my Defense Against the
Dark Arts exam went great! I got 8 O.W.L.S I sure you did great too. I hope the Dursley's aren't giving you a hard time---- if only they knew...
-----I'll see you in Diagon Ally, if not there then on September 1st!
Love,
Hermione
Harry put the parchment down and looked at the other envelope it was from Hogwarts, sending him his new lists of books and O.W.L.S results.
Harry scanned the results:
Dear Mr. Potter,
The results in your O.W.L.S have arrived. We are pleased to inform that you
have passed all the exams. It seems that Defense Against the Dark Arts was
your strongest area of knowledge. We congratulate you once again.
Professor M. McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Attached you will find your results and the new book/supply list.
Defense Against the Dark Arts- Umbridge- 98.2-O
Charms- Flitwick- 97.2-O
Care of Magical Creatures- Hagrid- 91.5-E
Transfiguration- McGonagall-90.6.4-E
Herbology- Sprout- 84.4-A
Potions- Snape- 81.6-A
Divination- Trelawney- 75.1-P
Astronomy- Sinistra-73.1-T
History of Magic- Binns- 71.3-T
Harry looked at the results again. He knew that the History of Magic exam was going to be the lowest, because he hadn't even finished it. He was surprised to find that he had done such a wonderful job in Defense Against the Dark Arts. He and the rest of the school knew that he was good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he never thought he would have done so well. He had gotten six O.W.L.S! He smiled, his first true smile since he had come back to Privet Drive.
He remembered what Professor McGonagall had said, he needed to get at least an "O" to become an Auror in all the classes and Harry quickly picked up the results again. He had gotten an "A" in Potions! He needed an "O"!
Harry groaned deeply and the happiness left him quickly. Anger bubbled up inside him, and he chucked his results across the room. He could have kicked himself.
He looked around for a note from Ron, but found nothing. Harry sat back on his chair; why hadn't Ron been writing? Harry really wanted to hear from him.
Hedwig hooted half annoyed, half angry and flapped her wing really fast, blowing away all the papers on Harry's "desk."
"Oh yeah," Harry said . "Let me get you something to eat." Harry rustled around the room looking for some owl treats. "I know it's in here somewhere," Harry continued talking to the owl as he scavenged his scratchy cot. "Crap, I think I left it downstairs! Hedwig stay here, don't move."
Hedwig looked at him blankly.
Harry slowly opened the door, looked both ways and stepped out. He slowly went down the stair, where he was relived to find out that the Dursleys were watching television.
He slowly crept into the kitchen and found the owl treats laying on the ground. Dudley must have had a snack because they barley any left. He picked it up and then was shocked to hear loud screaming.
Harry ran into the living room to find Hedwig flying through the room scaring the daylights out of the Dursleys.
"BOY GET THAT RUDDY OWL OUT!" Uncle Vermon screamed. Harry called to Hedwig, as she flew to Harry's shoulder.
Uncle Vermon breathed heavily, so heavily that Harry actually stepped back. "THAT IS IT! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! I've told you a million times to keep this bird in your room "
"But she probably got scared," Harry tried to explain.
"I DON'T CARE! GO TO YOUR ROOM, AND YOU'RE AREN'T GOING TO THAT BLOODY SCHOOL!"
Harry's nostrils flared anger, as he left the room with Hedwig. He was going back to that "bloody school" no matter what...
Harry woke up at 5 A.M., got dressed, and packed all his things without making a peep. He crept into the living room, grabbed some paper and began to write.
Uncle Vermon,
I have gone to Diagon Ally to purchase my school supplies.
I will stay there for the remainder of the summer. Just pick
me up on the end of the term.
Harry
Harry knew that Uncle Vermon would be outraged, when he found out that Harry had gone, but Harry couldn't stay in this hell any longer. He read over his note and placed it on the desk. He searched his suitcase for some Floo Powder he had gotten last year, just in case.
He picked up the round bottle, opened the top, and placed it back on the desk. He gathered his things and placed them in the small fireplace. He had no idea how he was going to get inside.
Harry bustled into the fireplace; it was a difficult task. When he finally got inside, he remembered that he forgot the Floo Powder.
Harry cursed under his breath. He could have kicked himself. He struggled out of the fireplace when his realized that he had made a mistake.
Hedwig's cage had fallen to the ground making great noise.
There was an uproar.
"POTTER," Uncle Vermon yelled from upstairs; he knew that Harry was up to no good.
Harry scurried around in the dark, picking up Hedwig's cage and the Floo Powder. He finally managed to get inside.
Uncle Vermon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley ran into the living room. Harry grabbed a handful of Floo Powder while Uncle Vermon charged toward Harry.
"Diagon Ally!" Harry loudly and then he dropped the Floo Powder. A green flame lit the room, as the Dursleys hollered. The next they knew was the Harry had left Number Four Privet Drive.