Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
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chapter ONE: Morning Post
Harry shot out of his bed. The faces and voices woke him up again. The faces... Harry wiped the cold sweat off his face. The nightmare was the same every night since he left school, and every night he woke up at the same time. He didn't want to see what had woken him, because he already knew what it was. The Dark Lord Voldermort had returned. His face was hideous, unbearable to look upon; and he was back. After nearly fourteen years of waiting to regain power, he had managed to revive himself.
Harry shuddered as he walked over to the open window, his sweaty feet sticking to the bare hard wood floors. He breathed in the cool summer's night air and tried to remember exactly what happned since he discovered he was famous, and a wizard. Voldermort, a wizard who most others preffered to refer to as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, had killed Harry's parents when he was a year old. He only killed them because they were in the way. He wanted Harry. But his mother sacrificed herself for her son, protecting him with more than love. A seal covered Harry and he survived the most horrible of the Unforgivable Curses, Avada Kedavra. Instant Death. The spell rebounded, nearly killing the caster. Voldermort spent years recouperating, regaining his strength, calling his followers. Then he sprung for an attack.
Last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry came face to face with the Dark Lord, again. He escaped, but Cedric Diggory, another student from Hogwarts, had not. That night remained forever etched in Harry's mind. The fear, the pain, the horror. Some how, Voldermort's wand reguritated his last spells. Ghostly forms of those he killed emerged, including Harry's parents.
As he stood at the window, Harry's could vividly recall his parent's voices. "...it'll be all right....we'll buy you some time..." Harry looked across the street at the empty house windows. They were dark and gloomy, like how Harry felt. How he wished some one were with him right then. Giving him comfort. A white snowy owl flew in his window, as if answering a prayer.
"Hullo, Hedwig. Catch anything nice?" The bird dropped a dead mouse in his outstretched hand in reply. Harry smiled. "Nice job, but you can keep it." He patted her head for a moment, then asked, "Feel like delivering a message to Sirius for me?"
Harry pulled out a peice of parchment and his quill. After a moments thought, he wrote:
Dear Sirius;
How have you been lately? I know you are going to freak
out, but I've been having these weird dreams lately. I've
been waking up in cold sweats... thinking about Voldermort.
Then I see Cedric. I can't help thinking that it's my fault. The
Diggorys said not to worry about it, but... I can't help it.
The nightmares are getting worse. Mum and Dad are there
Cedric, Bertha, and that old Muggle man. I can't get their faces
out of my head. Do you think I'm in need of serious therapy, or
should I just shrug it off?I don't know. I guess I might be over-
reacting. Maybe something I ate. If you think it's nothing, don't
bother replying. I'm just paranoid. Sorry for bothering you.
Love, Harry
Harry reread the letter. It sounded awfully depressing to him, but he didn't care. It felt good to get it off his chest, so he was going to send it. Sirius liked knowing what was going on in his life. Sirius Black was Harry's Godfather, a wizard who was convicted of 13 first degree murders, and 2 second degree. He was believed to have given information to Lord Voldermort, which led to the death of Lily and James Potter, Harry's parents. He was innocent, of course, or else Harry wouldn't be in contact with him, would he? Harry took a string and tied the letter to Hedwig's leg.
"You know where Sirius is, right Hedwig?" Harry eyed his owl for an answer. If possible, it looked like she rolled her eyes. He was glad she knew, he certainly didn't. Not only was Sirius on the run from the Dementors (creepy guards of the highest wizarding prison, which Siruis escaped), but he was on a mission for Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Harry's school. Harry knew nothing about what was going on, only that it had something to do with Voldermort.
Hedwig spread her wings and took off out the window. The sun was just rising over the houses down the street. Harry frowned. The sun was much higher than it was when he woke up. It was at least one hour earlier when he woke up. Sighing, Harry crawled back into his bed. He didn't even close his eyes before there was a pound on his door.
"Lazy boy, get your rump out of bed! There's eggs to be scrambled, so get on with it!" His aunt's voice quieted as she continued down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Sod off..." Harry mumbled grumbily as he pulled himself out of bed again. He put on his glasses, adjusting them slightly on his nose, then yanked open his door. All the way down the stairs he regretted the day he had been left on the steps of these Muggles, the Durselys. Not only did they not preform magic, but the dispised anything even having to do with the word "magic", even though they were after all, relatives. His mother's sister, Aunt Petunia, was a tall sallow looking woman with a temper, while Uncle Vernon was neckless, and extremely over weight. Their son, Dudley, was beyond the term 'rolly-polly', as Petunia called him. 'Elephant' might suit him better, Harry thought. Vernon glared at Hary as he walked in.
"Hurry up with the eggs, boy. I'm going to be late if you don't." Vernon returned his gaze to the paper he was reading. Frankly Harry didn't care whether his uncle was late or not, but he was going to hear it if he made Vernon late. Harry scrambled the eggs quietly. He was deep in his thoughts. His dreams were still provoking him.
A scream and a hoot broke the silence. "SOD OFF YOU RUDDY BIRD!!!" Petunia stormed in from the sitting room, where she had been knitting. "Your post has arrived." She said very sarcastically, thrusting an envelope into Harry's hands.
Vernon looked at his watch suspisiously. "Post at 6:04 in the morning?" Petunia shot him a wry look. "Hullo Dudders!" Vernon exclaimed, mostly to aviod his wife's glare. Dudley walked in. He reminded Harry of a pug old women shoved into goofy doggy-sweaters. Dudley's rippling fat hung over the top of his baby blue pajama bottoms (with cartoon yellow ducks printed all over them). Suprisingly, last summer's diet was having an affect. He was no longer as full as a water ballon, but rather much like a deflated balloon. Dudley rubbed his eyes and sat down.
"What's all that noise for? You woke me up!"
"Yes, Harry, what was all that racket for? Read us your letter, if it's so important that your stupid bird had to disturb us at such an early hour." Petunia poured herself a cup of tea. "Well, go on then." Vernon merely looked over the top of his paper.
"Fine, but you know. Sirius likes Hedwig." The Durselys got quiet. They were mortally afraid of Sirius Black. Harry opened his letter. It was from Sirius.
Hello Harry,
You know, as well as I, that school will be starting in
less than a week, and I'll bet anything that those Muggles
(Vernon glared at Harry) haven't boughten you any
supplies. When were you going to ask for some one to
take you? Although I'm not very nearby, but I'll make
arrangements to stop by on the 29th of August
("That's today!" Petunia gasped) and take you to
Diagon Alley. We'll stop at Gringotts first, of course,
don't worry. I'll pick you up at about 7am, how's
that sound? If you send a reply, I wont recieve it until
I get back to my place.
See you later!
Sirius
"Seven o'clock!?" Vernon stood up so fast his chair toppled over. "Less than an hour away! Dudders, go get dressed now. Mum will have your breakfast ready when you get done." Vernon rushed up the stairs to put on his ugly, intimidating suit. Petunia just looked horrified.
"Dear Lord... That criminal in MY HOUSE!" She went about hiding anything sharp and shiney. Harry couldn't help laughing. Petunina scowled at him. His laugh must have sounded VERY evil just then.
Harry went into the sitting room so he could get his Hogwarts supply list (which he had left on the end table). There was a mess of cushions and a few brown feathers. He should have known it wasn't Hedwig who delivered Sirius's letter. She had only been sent out a while ago. It looked as if Petunia had tried to strangle the poor barn owl.
"Honestly Petunia. You can't tell the difference between a barn owl and a snowy?" Harry picked up his letter and headed back to his room where he slowly counted up the money he had with him. "17 Knuts to a Sickle, and 29 Sickles to a Galleon... so I have about... 16 Galleons and 12 Sickles?"
BANG!
Harry looked up. Some one knocked on the front door. Was Sirius using THE MUGGLE WAY of entering a home? How unusual. Harry rushed down the stairs to the door.
On the other side of the door stood a tall, dark haired, familiar looking man. "Hullo. Harry! How have they been treating you?" Sirius walked in. "I'd like to meet these Muggles, the Durselys. Where are they hidding?"
Harry laughed. "In the sitting room, Sirius. I've faired well enough. Could do with some Pumpkin juice, though." Harry answered as he closed the front door and led him to the Durselys. "Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon... this is Sirius Black. My godfather."
Sirius stretched forth his hand, but Vernon eyed it suspisiously.
"Not very friendly folk, are they Harry?" He asked quietly. Harry shook his head. They stood in silence for a moment. "You must be Dudley, then?" Sirius went to pat Dudley on the shoulders, but Vernon stepped between them. ("My baby! Did he hurt you?" Petunia cradles a whimpering Dudley.)
"Don't touch my son."
Sirius stared back at Vernon blankly. "I'm sorr- Look here. I only wanted to show a kind guesture." Vernon gave Sirius a look that made him shudder. "Alright then... Erm, shall we go then Harry?"
Harry nodded and grabbed a sweater off the coat rack. "Bye Dudley!" Harry said sarcastically. Dudley glared. "I'll bring you a Chocolate Frog... Okay, Sirius. Let's go."
Sirius was frowning at the Durselys. "they aren't going to say good-bye, or see you to the door?" Harry shrugged.
"It doesn't matter, really."
"Inconsiderate-" Sirius mumbled. He turned back and looked at Dudley. "You'd do well to show powerful wizards, such as Harry here some respect. Do you know anyting he has been through? You may not like magic, but without it, you would all be dead. The Dark Lord would gladly kill you in a heartbeat, so I'd be more gratious to the one's who have saved you from such a fate." Dudley gave him a Yeah-right-I-am-Supeior look. Sirius fumed. "Swineistus Transformo!" He had rapidly pulled out his wand and shot a pink light at Dudley's face. Dudley howled in shock and began jumping about as Petunia screamed.
Sirius gave a few hearty, if not evil, laughs. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked. Looking from Dudely, to his wand, then back to Dudley. "Wha-?"
Harry ushered the confused Sirius out the door. "They never say didily to me, it doesn't matt- What's wrong?"
"Does, erm, magic work in your house?"
"Yes, of course. Why do you ask?"
Sirius looked sheepish. "I cast a switching spell on that cousin of yours. But nothing happened."
"What'd you swap?"
"His, eh, nose. For a pig snout."
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Meisako: Today's guest, is SIRIUS BLACK. Hello Sirius.
Black: Hello, Meisako. Glad I could be here. Such an honor.
Meisako: Why thank you. So, tell me Sirius. What was that assignment that Headmaster Albus Dumbledore gave you last year (end of Goblet of Fire). Care to enlighten us?
Black: Now, now Meisako. I couldn't do tell you that, now could I? I would ruin the entire plot if I told you. *smirk* You'll just have to read on.
Meisako: Alright people! You heard it yourself. Sirius has gone on a secret mission to single handedly capture You-Know-Who! I must applaud your bravery Sirius.
Black:I never said that! You're making things up! Wait a sec- *rips off Meisako's face* You're not Meisako! Rita Skeeter, you scarlet woman! I thought you and Hermione had a deal!
Skeeter: Oh, but that was last year. Wait until the press gets a load of this! *waves parachment around head* I'll be famous! *gets up and runs away*
Black: Not another one...
Find out what happens next, in our chilling mini-saga, 'Back in Black', or 'Skeeter on the lose'.
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
chapter ONE: Morning Post
Harry shot out of his bed. The faces and voices woke him up again. The faces... Harry wiped the cold sweat off his face. The nightmare was the same every night since he left school, and every night he woke up at the same time. He didn't want to see what had woken him, because he already knew what it was. The Dark Lord Voldermort had returned. His face was hideous, unbearable to look upon; and he was back. After nearly fourteen years of waiting to regain power, he had managed to revive himself.
Harry shuddered as he walked over to the open window, his sweaty feet sticking to the bare hard wood floors. He breathed in the cool summer's night air and tried to remember exactly what happned since he discovered he was famous, and a wizard. Voldermort, a wizard who most others preffered to refer to as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, had killed Harry's parents when he was a year old. He only killed them because they were in the way. He wanted Harry. But his mother sacrificed herself for her son, protecting him with more than love. A seal covered Harry and he survived the most horrible of the Unforgivable Curses, Avada Kedavra. Instant Death. The spell rebounded, nearly killing the caster. Voldermort spent years recouperating, regaining his strength, calling his followers. Then he sprung for an attack.
Last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry came face to face with the Dark Lord, again. He escaped, but Cedric Diggory, another student from Hogwarts, had not. That night remained forever etched in Harry's mind. The fear, the pain, the horror. Some how, Voldermort's wand reguritated his last spells. Ghostly forms of those he killed emerged, including Harry's parents.
As he stood at the window, Harry's could vividly recall his parent's voices. "...it'll be all right....we'll buy you some time..." Harry looked across the street at the empty house windows. They were dark and gloomy, like how Harry felt. How he wished some one were with him right then. Giving him comfort. A white snowy owl flew in his window, as if answering a prayer.
"Hullo, Hedwig. Catch anything nice?" The bird dropped a dead mouse in his outstretched hand in reply. Harry smiled. "Nice job, but you can keep it." He patted her head for a moment, then asked, "Feel like delivering a message to Sirius for me?"
Harry pulled out a peice of parchment and his quill. After a moments thought, he wrote:
Dear Sirius;
How have you been lately? I know you are going to freak
out, but I've been having these weird dreams lately. I've
been waking up in cold sweats... thinking about Voldermort.
Then I see Cedric. I can't help thinking that it's my fault. The
Diggorys said not to worry about it, but... I can't help it.
The nightmares are getting worse. Mum and Dad are there
Cedric, Bertha, and that old Muggle man. I can't get their faces
out of my head. Do you think I'm in need of serious therapy, or
should I just shrug it off?I don't know. I guess I might be over-
reacting. Maybe something I ate. If you think it's nothing, don't
bother replying. I'm just paranoid. Sorry for bothering you.
Love, Harry
Harry reread the letter. It sounded awfully depressing to him, but he didn't care. It felt good to get it off his chest, so he was going to send it. Sirius liked knowing what was going on in his life. Sirius Black was Harry's Godfather, a wizard who was convicted of 13 first degree murders, and 2 second degree. He was believed to have given information to Lord Voldermort, which led to the death of Lily and James Potter, Harry's parents. He was innocent, of course, or else Harry wouldn't be in contact with him, would he? Harry took a string and tied the letter to Hedwig's leg.
"You know where Sirius is, right Hedwig?" Harry eyed his owl for an answer. If possible, it looked like she rolled her eyes. He was glad she knew, he certainly didn't. Not only was Sirius on the run from the Dementors (creepy guards of the highest wizarding prison, which Siruis escaped), but he was on a mission for Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Harry's school. Harry knew nothing about what was going on, only that it had something to do with Voldermort.
Hedwig spread her wings and took off out the window. The sun was just rising over the houses down the street. Harry frowned. The sun was much higher than it was when he woke up. It was at least one hour earlier when he woke up. Sighing, Harry crawled back into his bed. He didn't even close his eyes before there was a pound on his door.
"Lazy boy, get your rump out of bed! There's eggs to be scrambled, so get on with it!" His aunt's voice quieted as she continued down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Sod off..." Harry mumbled grumbily as he pulled himself out of bed again. He put on his glasses, adjusting them slightly on his nose, then yanked open his door. All the way down the stairs he regretted the day he had been left on the steps of these Muggles, the Durselys. Not only did they not preform magic, but the dispised anything even having to do with the word "magic", even though they were after all, relatives. His mother's sister, Aunt Petunia, was a tall sallow looking woman with a temper, while Uncle Vernon was neckless, and extremely over weight. Their son, Dudley, was beyond the term 'rolly-polly', as Petunia called him. 'Elephant' might suit him better, Harry thought. Vernon glared at Hary as he walked in.
"Hurry up with the eggs, boy. I'm going to be late if you don't." Vernon returned his gaze to the paper he was reading. Frankly Harry didn't care whether his uncle was late or not, but he was going to hear it if he made Vernon late. Harry scrambled the eggs quietly. He was deep in his thoughts. His dreams were still provoking him.
A scream and a hoot broke the silence. "SOD OFF YOU RUDDY BIRD!!!" Petunia stormed in from the sitting room, where she had been knitting. "Your post has arrived." She said very sarcastically, thrusting an envelope into Harry's hands.
Vernon looked at his watch suspisiously. "Post at 6:04 in the morning?" Petunia shot him a wry look. "Hullo Dudders!" Vernon exclaimed, mostly to aviod his wife's glare. Dudley walked in. He reminded Harry of a pug old women shoved into goofy doggy-sweaters. Dudley's rippling fat hung over the top of his baby blue pajama bottoms (with cartoon yellow ducks printed all over them). Suprisingly, last summer's diet was having an affect. He was no longer as full as a water ballon, but rather much like a deflated balloon. Dudley rubbed his eyes and sat down.
"What's all that noise for? You woke me up!"
"Yes, Harry, what was all that racket for? Read us your letter, if it's so important that your stupid bird had to disturb us at such an early hour." Petunia poured herself a cup of tea. "Well, go on then." Vernon merely looked over the top of his paper.
"Fine, but you know. Sirius likes Hedwig." The Durselys got quiet. They were mortally afraid of Sirius Black. Harry opened his letter. It was from Sirius.
You know, as well as I, that school will be starting in
less than a week, and I'll bet anything that those Muggles
(Vernon glared at Harry) haven't boughten you any
supplies. When were you going to ask for some one to
take you? Although I'm not very nearby, but I'll make
arrangements to stop by on the 29th of August
("That's today!" Petunia gasped) and take you to
Diagon Alley. We'll stop at Gringotts first, of course,
don't worry. I'll pick you up at about 7am, how's
that sound? If you send a reply, I wont recieve it until
I get back to my place.
See you later!
Sirius
"Dear Lord... That criminal in MY HOUSE!" She went about hiding anything sharp and shiney. Harry couldn't help laughing. Petunina scowled at him. His laugh must have sounded VERY evil just then.
Harry went into the sitting room so he could get his Hogwarts supply list (which he had left on the end table). There was a mess of cushions and a few brown feathers. He should have known it wasn't Hedwig who delivered Sirius's letter. She had only been sent out a while ago. It looked as if Petunia had tried to strangle the poor barn owl.
"Honestly Petunia. You can't tell the difference between a barn owl and a snowy?" Harry picked up his letter and headed back to his room where he slowly counted up the money he had with him. "17 Knuts to a Sickle, and 29 Sickles to a Galleon... so I have about... 16 Galleons and 12 Sickles?"
BANG!
Harry looked up. Some one knocked on the front door. Was Sirius using THE MUGGLE WAY of entering a home? How unusual. Harry rushed down the stairs to the door.
On the other side of the door stood a tall, dark haired, familiar looking man. "Hullo. Harry! How have they been treating you?" Sirius walked in. "I'd like to meet these Muggles, the Durselys. Where are they hidding?"
Harry laughed. "In the sitting room, Sirius. I've faired well enough. Could do with some Pumpkin juice, though." Harry answered as he closed the front door and led him to the Durselys. "Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon... this is Sirius Black. My godfather."
Sirius stretched forth his hand, but Vernon eyed it suspisiously.
"Not very friendly folk, are they Harry?" He asked quietly. Harry shook his head. They stood in silence for a moment. "You must be Dudley, then?" Sirius went to pat Dudley on the shoulders, but Vernon stepped between them. ("My baby! Did he hurt you?" Petunia cradles a whimpering Dudley.)
"Don't touch my son."
Sirius stared back at Vernon blankly. "I'm sorr- Look here. I only wanted to show a kind guesture." Vernon gave Sirius a look that made him shudder. "Alright then... Erm, shall we go then Harry?"
Harry nodded and grabbed a sweater off the coat rack. "Bye Dudley!" Harry said sarcastically. Dudley glared. "I'll bring you a Chocolate Frog... Okay, Sirius. Let's go."
Sirius was frowning at the Durselys. "they aren't going to say good-bye, or see you to the door?" Harry shrugged.
"It doesn't matter, really."
"Inconsiderate-" Sirius mumbled. He turned back and looked at Dudley. "You'd do well to show powerful wizards, such as Harry here some respect. Do you know anyting he has been through? You may not like magic, but without it, you would all be dead. The Dark Lord would gladly kill you in a heartbeat, so I'd be more gratious to the one's who have saved you from such a fate." Dudley gave him a Yeah-right-I-am-Supeior look. Sirius fumed. "Swineistus Transformo!" He had rapidly pulled out his wand and shot a pink light at Dudley's face. Dudley howled in shock and began jumping about as Petunia screamed.
Sirius gave a few hearty, if not evil, laughs. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked. Looking from Dudely, to his wand, then back to Dudley. "Wha-?"
Harry ushered the confused Sirius out the door. "They never say didily to me, it doesn't matt- What's wrong?"
"Does, erm, magic work in your house?"
"Yes, of course. Why do you ask?"
Sirius looked sheepish. "I cast a switching spell on that cousin of yours. But nothing happened."
"What'd you swap?"
"His, eh, nose. For a pig snout."
Meisako: Today's guest, is SIRIUS BLACK. Hello Sirius.
Black: Hello, Meisako. Glad I could be here. Such an honor.
Meisako: Why thank you. So, tell me Sirius. What was that assignment that Headmaster Albus Dumbledore gave you last year (end of Goblet of Fire). Care to enlighten us?
Black: Now, now Meisako. I couldn't do tell you that, now could I? I would ruin the entire plot if I told you. *smirk* You'll just have to read on.
Meisako: Alright people! You heard it yourself. Sirius has gone on a secret mission to single handedly capture You-Know-Who! I must applaud your bravery Sirius.
Black:I never said that! You're making things up! Wait a sec- *rips off Meisako's face* You're not Meisako! Rita Skeeter, you scarlet woman! I thought you and Hermione had a deal!
Skeeter: Oh, but that was last year. Wait until the press gets a load of this! *waves parachment around head* I'll be famous! *gets up and runs away*
Black: Not another one...
Find out what happens next, in our chilling mini-saga, 'Back in Black', or 'Skeeter on the lose'.