At Durmstrang…
Harry drew a piece of paper out, and his number was 731 B. When Harry exited the hall he stopped at a map. Harry looked for his number but was not able to find his room on the map. Harry directly went back into the hall and walked to the head table and waited.
"Excuse me Sir, but where is my room?" asked Harry.
Harry handed his paper to the headmaster who frowned.
"Follow me, your room is a special one not and is not on the map," said the Headmaster.
Harry did as he was told and followed him. After five minutes they arrived at his room.
"This is you room, Mr.," said Headmaster Karkaroff.
"Potter, Sir" said Harry. "Sir why could I not find this room on the map?" asked Harry.
"Mr. Potter this room is one of our best rooms and once every seven years a first year would draw out this number, now why don't you go in, your stuff is already there," said Karkaroff explaining.
Harry entered the room and found his school robes neatly stacked in the closet, he had a bed much larger than the one at the Potter manor, own restroom, and a little library, with only a few books placed their. Harry walked over to his school robes and looked at them. The design was neatly put; in the color red. On the robe there was his initial H.P.
Since Harry had packed lightly for Durmstrang, he didn't have much to unpack at all. Harry walked to the closet and pulled out his blue and white striped pajamas sat on his bed and took out a small memo book.
Dear diary,
Durmstrang is really different from Hogwarts according to Hogwarts a history. Then again Durmstrang is pretty cold, so it builds up immunity. Most people think that Durmstrang is a school that teaches the dark arts, but these dark arts are what prepare us for the future, the future in which case will have the darkest wizard against the light.
When Harry exited the door more rampaging students were in the hall. Harry, not wanting to get hurt by the rampaging students waited for all of them to pass. Without knowing the time, Harry was late for class. Harry rushed into the dinning hall to grab a loaf of bread, he ran as fast as he could to his Charms class. When he pushed open the door the sound of the bell was heard. Harry pulled out a seat and sat as though nothing happened. Just then the Charms Professor pushed the door open in a thump and was mumbling about Hogwarts. The Professor began the lesson teaching how to repair items with a spell.
"Now class, say Reparo," said the Charms Professor. The class repeated after the Professor many times while Harry was reading his parents' old fourth year school book. After the repeating the charm the Professor passed out broken objects.
"I want all of you to use to incantation I told you just now to repair these broken objects," said the Professor. The class did as they were told and tried to repair their broken objects, but Harry, how do you say, stuck to the fourth year book. Suddenly a loud whack was hit on his desk; just then Harry stopped reading the book and looked up to see the Professor looking at him questioningly.
"Mr. Potter! What were we just going to practice on?" asked the Professor with a gleaming smile.
"The Reparo Charm Sir, "said Harry.
"Can you please demonstrate the charm on your broken object?" asked the Professor feeling confident Harry couldn't do it.
Harry moved the object closer and pointed his wand at it.
"Reparo," said Harry casting the charm.
The broken object was now looking like it was just bought.
The Charms Professor mumbled something as he turned around, something like lucky chance. Harry after that resumed his reading till the end of Charms class. Transfiguration wasn't very exciting as the Professor was in an exceptionally bad mood, so during self study if you talked it equaled detention.
Dear Tyler,
It's nice here. I hope you could join me in Durmstrang. By the way could you maybe ask Mickey or Minnie to get you mom and dad's old Hogwarts books, and then send them to me? I have to go to class, bye Ty.
Your brother,
Harry
Harry put the parchment on Hedwig and sent it to Ty. Harry gathered all the books he needed for class before lunch and fled to his Charms class. Harry was early by ten minutes, so he took a seat, took out his books on charms and studied them till the bell rang for class to begin.
Dear Harry,
I really miss you; also Hedwig carried the books to you, first year to seventh year. Mom and dad forgot about you already they don't even know who you are I think, but anyway in one year I will be in Durmstrang I hope. Also I sent your nimbus just yesterday so you should have received up, but because it was Muggy it should come one day after you receive this letter.
Your brother,
Tyler
Harry took the package off Hedwig's other leg and laid it on the table. Harry was studying the year three books. Later that afternoon, Harry wore more comfortable clothes, took a towel, a Stopwatch, two gallons of water, and two pints of milk and went to the Quidditch pitch. Harry timed himself how long it took for him to run around the field twenty times. "Ten minutes and twenty-four seconds," said Harry. Harry was sweating and panting for a breather. Harry wiped off his sweat with the towel and took the gallon of water to drink. Harry also took a bottle of milk too. Harry drank a quarter of the bottle of water and more than half of the bottle of milk.
A month later…
Dear diary,
It's been a month since I've arrived at Durmstrang, lots changed about me. My hair grew a lot longer, and I noticed my eyes had begun to have a slight tint of silver. The classes here are pretty simple; the defense against the dark arts class is more "lets do some dark arts mate" class. I watched Krum play a Quidditch game, caught the snitch but he fell from a pretty bad height and the team needs a reserve player though. I'm thinking of trying out.
Two months later…
Dear diary,
It's been a couple of months since my last entry, I've been pretty busy. It's almost Christmas, but it seems I'll be staying at Durmstrang this year, not like I was expecting to go back home to James and Lilly. Good news is I've made reserve seeker, though I've only played one game so far, this sport is the only thing keeping me going. In that one game I won, Krum was very thankful for saving his team in that game, he had written to professional Quidditch teams for me to play for them.
Flash back
Dear Mr. Potter,
Mr. Krum has suggested that you can become an international Quidditch player. We will happily accept you into Appleby Arrows after you graduate from school. Please give me a call, 1092 for details.
Sincerely,
Sponsor of Quidditch for Appleby Arrows
I was the subject of the Imperious Curse today. It still aches. I'm afraid that my hands and arm can't more anymore to continue writing.
Flash back
"Potter come here, I want you to try to fight the Imperius curse I will be casting on you," said the Professor sounding reassuring he wouldn't get hurt. Harry nodded and stood there. Harry closed his eyes very tight then he heard the Professor cast the Imperius.
Harry stood there in bliss; he soon heard an order from his Professor saying to kneel down. Harry felt the pain and the pressure placed upon his left leg to kneel as he resisted kneeling.
"No Harry, don't do it, don't, trust me, don't do it" said a voice in his head. The pressure increased but Harry didn't give in, but the pressure was becoming more intense. Harry's weak body couldn't stand the pressure, but he kept in focus not to give in. He heard the command to kneel even louder in a few minutes, after still holding out the Imperius, the Professor was at the point of screaming.
"All right potter, just give in," said the Professor. Harry gave in and was kneeling down at last. His body was filled with pain and ache.
"You did an excellent job not obeying my command, you could be dismissed from the rest of your classes for today only, I'll notify the teachers," said the Professor.
"Thank you sir," said Harry thankful. Harry stood up; his body aching in pain, Harry packed his books and walked out of the classroom. That whole day Harry slept in and took a long hot bath to release some of the pain.
The next day Harry was still tired and aching, he was getting slack because of how he was able to go against the Imperius curse for a long period of time.
Schools ended now, and I have to go meet James and Lilly, home isn't what I look forward to. It's Minnie, Mickie, Tyler and Edison that I want to be with.
"Come on now boy! We don't have all day, we have to go to Hogwarts directly to talk to Dumbledore!" yelled James.
With a pop James, Lilly and Harry were at Hogwarts.
James and Lilly had to go to speak with Dumbledore concerning Hogwarts business. Harry decided to explore while they were doing so. When he realized that one of the bells rang for passing period he had so one of the people there named Ron Weasley from Diagon Alley, and decided to follow him.
Ron's next class was apparently defense against the dark arts.
When Harry had first entered, no one even knew he was there, they just assumed he was one of those shy people. When he sat down and looked at the professor he had then almost chosen to get up and leave, however the professor's head turned.
This pain at my scar! It's horrible! It seems like someone is cutting open my head.
Harry looked around trying to find the source of his pain by seeing if anything was different form just a few seconds again.
The back of the Professor's head! He seems to stutter at every word, like he is in fear of something. He's hiding something under that turban.
The pain had gotten increasingly worse so Harry quickly ran out of the room with his hand over his scar; despite the weird looks he was given. Harry had wondered away for enough and ended up at the Third-floor corridor on the right-hand side. The next thing he saw was a three-headed dog.
Bloody hell!!! Wait there is a trap door under him.
Harry quietly passes the three-headed dog and opens the trap door and dropped into it before the dog had noticed.
"Devil's snare? What are these things doing here for?"
You need to relax. Relax Harry, relax.
The plant had dropped Harry in a thump. Harry continued walking until he reached an enormous door. He saw a broom and floating keys.
"Accio correct key!" the key immediately flew into Harry's hand. He quickly unlocked the door and went inside.
"You have got to be joking! There's more!"
Harry played trough the game like a chess master and soon was able to get through the next door.
A potions challenge huh? The riddle is interesting.
Harry took the one bottle that would lead him to the next challenge, and another that would take him back to Hogwarts. He drank the one that would lead him the next challenge. After doing so he landed in a room and saw a mirror there. He walked up to it and then saw the words on top of it.
"Mirror of Erised," said Harry. "My greatest desire would be shown."
Harry looked at the mirror and saw nothing, not even his own reflection. That means that I want to disappear or be invisible.
"What is so important about this mirror?" asked Harry.
"It's not the mirror that is important it is what it can give to you," said a man for behind.
Harry turned around and was faced with the professor form dada.
"Professor!" exclaimed Harry.
"You can get me what I need Harry, all you have to do is want! Tell yourself you want the Philosopher's stone," said Quirrell.
What's so important about this stone? I know I read it somewhere before. Where?
Harry searched through his head to find the answer. The philosopher's stone can make the elixir of life; Quirrell wants the elixir of life to give someone or something immortality. Why? Who would want it? Who would even keep such a dangerous object here around students? Do I really want it?
Harry looked at the mirror and found him staring at something else. This time he was looking at Dumbledore saying that it was a quest for Annie to get the stone before Voldemort does.
Bloody bastard he puts the students in danger for to challenge Annie?! Now I really want that stone!
Harry looked at the mirror again and saw his reflection pulling out the stone from his pocket. He moved his hand to his pocket and felt the stone there.
"I don't see anything sir," said Harry. "I've read that this mirror shows the person's true desires. All I don't see anything, not even myself."
"Lies!" whispered someone. "Let me speak to him!"
"Master you are not strong enough!" said Quirrell.
"Now!"
Quirrell unwrapped his turban. Then he saw the face on back of his head.
"You are so unlike your sister," said Voldemort. "She had no clue what was going on!"
"I want that stone Harry!"
"I don't know where it is!"
"It's in your pocket! GIVE IT TO ME!"
Harry took out the potion he had taken before and hurriedly drank the whole thing. Harry then reappeared at Dumbledore's office and he saw James and Lilly there too.
"Quirrell! He was the one after that stone!" I got it away form him but he should be coming back!"
"Where is the stone Harry? WHERE IS IT?"
"DUMBLEDORE!"
Quirrell had appeared and was holding up his wand. "Give me that stone now!"
"GIVE IT HERE BOY!"
"Expelliarmus!" yelled Harry. Quirrell's wand then flew out of his hand and across the room. "Petrificus Totalus!"
And Quirrell froze and fell onto the ground.
And that was when Harry had fainted from the pain of his head.
My head hurts. And I'm so dizzy I should probably wake up and heal myself…
"Where is it now Albus?" whispered James.
James?
"After he fainted we searched his body for the stone, but as we tried to get it, it disappeared and was absorbed into Harry's hand."
It was absorbed into my hand? Why would it do that?
"How is that possible?"
"I don't know. I know that if the stone is melted and drank as a potion it would bring immortality, however it had gone into Harry not as a drink,"
Immortality? Can I be immortal?
"How are you going to tell Nicholas this?"
Nicholas as in Nicholas Flamel?
"I'm sure he'll understand, sooner or later. However we have more important news to press on." There was a pause. "This was supposed to be a quest for your daughter, not your son. If the press gets a hold that a twin of the girl-who-lived had gotten the stone, it would create chaos and your daughter will be devastated and unhappy."
"We have to make sure this event is labeled as Annie's doing."
"Yes."
I will not give this credit to my sister! He had no clue what was going on! For the sake of your daughter! I'm your son!
"How will we do that?"
Dumbledore held up a potion that a sickly green. "This potion if drank would erase the memories that I choose, only one thing can stop this form working, and that's power."
Dumbledore walked over to Harry and as Harry heard Dumbledore's words he had lifted himself up.
"What the bloody hell happened!" yelled Harry. Harry saw at the side of his eye Dumbledore hiding his potion.
"It's ok Harry. Do you remember what happened?" asked Dumbledore in a grandfatherly voice.
"I remember coming here and exploring, going to Quirrell's class, which is by the way horribly boring. After that I don't know! What happened to me?"
"Nothing Harry, you fell down the stairs I've healed you up," said Dumbledore. "Your sister saved you and our school today. She made you-know-who go away."
Save me my ass! I'll go along with this or he will erase my memories.
"I'll leave you alone to heal up now," said Dumbledore.
"No I'm fine now nothing hurts," said Harry.
Harry sat up and got off the bed put his wand in his pocket and walked out of the hospital wing like nothing had happened.
A few days had passed and it was time for the feast, James and Lilly had gone to Hogwarts with Harry to witness the end of the year feast for Annie.
"Mummy! Mummy!" screamed Annie across the hallway in Hogwarts.
"Annie! Darling! Are you ok?" asked Lilly with a sweet voice as they embraced each other with a tight hug.
"Harry…" said Annie in digest and menace.
"Hello to you to Annie," said Harry with a more polite voice, but using his facial expressions he gave a face showing resentment and hatred.
"Come on mum, dad lets go into the great hall the feast is going to start!" exclaimed an excited Annie jumping in joy.
James and Lilly of course followed Annie holding her hand in joy like a baby. Harry just silently followed.
In the great hall…
"I would like everyone to welcome the rest of the Potter family, Lilly and James Potter and their son Harry!" shouted out Dumbledore to the hall of students. "At the start of next year both Lilly and James potter will be professors here."
An applause was heard out of curtosy for the Lilly and James.
"I thank Annie Potter for her outstanding bravery to face lord Voldemort and holding him off till I arrived. I also thank Annie Potter for saving someone even if he wasn't out student. I thank Ronald Weasley for the most outstanding chess strategy I've ever seen.
Flash back
"Play some chess with me Mr. Weasley, I've heard your very good," said Dumbledore.
"Sure Professor," answered Ron.
They both played one chess game together. Dumbledore had to create a memory for Ron so that way he could be able to give Gryffindor many points to add fame for Annie. In an hour or so, Ron had won, thought it was because Dumbledore had not really tried hard.
End flashback
In the end Dumbledore gave enough points to Gryffindor to ensure its win over Slytherin.
Hermione's POV
This is so great; we've won the house cup!
I move my head toward the Potter family who was sitting close to Annie, and I see their son on the end of our table.
He looks so sad, why is he sitting there all alone? He looked up at me and our eyes met.
His face is so emotionless, it's like all his happiness in the world had left him, and he's just a shell. His eyes look silver and green and his hair is so much like his father's. Why doesn't he sit with the rest of his family? Annie had always told me his brother was a brat and obnoxious, but from here he doesn't seem that way.
In the corridor…
That feast was spectacular, I didn't pay much attention to what Annie was talking about though, I was thinking about Harry potter he is intriguing I must know more about him and befriend him---
"WHAT!"
"YOU HEARD ME HARRY YOU WILL BE COMING TO HOGWARTS WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!"
"NO I WON'T!"
"You should be glad we're even letting you come to Hogwarts with Annie!"
"I've worked myself up the ladder at Durmstrang!" yelled back Harry. "I've gotten to the point where the headmaster is letting me be in advance curriculum classes!"
"YOUR HEADMASTER IS A DEATHEATER! DURMSTRANG IS FOR ONLY ONE THING! DARK ARTS! IF YOU WANT TO BE A DARK WIZARD STAY THERE AND I WILL FOREVER DISOWN YOU!" argued back James. "YOU HAVE NO WHERE TO GO HARRY! NO WHERE! YOU EITHER COME TO HOGWARTS OR YOU CAN HAVE NOTHING TO YOUR NAME!"
"I'VE NEVER CARED JAMES! THE HATRED I FEEL FOR YOU IS LIKE NO OTHER! DO YOU THINK SO LITTLE OF ME THAT YOU THINK I'M A DARK WIZARD! YOU THINK THAT AT THE QUICKEST CHANCE I WOULD BOW DOWN AND KISS VOLDEMORT'S SHOES!" yelled Harry. "I'VE NEVER BEEN GOOD ENOUGH, SECOND BEST TO ANNIE IN YOUR RANKS! I'M THE BROTHER OF THE HOLY SAINT ANNIE POTTER! DO YOU HONESTLY BELIEVE THAT I WILL BECOME A DARK WIZARD?"
"I'M YOUR FATHER HARRY! YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME!"
"EVEN A COMPLETE STRANGER CAN BE A BETTER FATHER THAN YOU!"
SLAP
It was something I never expected the potter family to do…. They had actually slapped their own son… I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop but I just wanted to introduce myself.
"You are going to Hogwarts next year, and that is final!"
I quickly hid behind the door and waited for Mr. Potter to come out. When he did I decided to peek a little bit more him to find out more about Harry.
"You know… you can come out now," said Harry. "James is gone… you don't have to hide it's only us here now"
How did he know I was here?
"Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop," I said in an apologetic voice with her head down.
"Its fine, curiosity isn't something you can control," said Harry as he turned around.
He's not crying at all, he's a guy and usually they don't cry and all, but even then he has no emotions, it's like he felt nothing at all.
(END HERMIONE POV)
"Are you ok?" said Hermione. "I heard everything, if I went through that I wouldn't even be able to stand, let alone speak."
"I've been through worse, I'm fine," answered back Harry. "I'm Harry potter, I'm sure you've noticed."
"I'm Hermione Granger, it's nice to meet you Harry," said Hermione. "The train is going to leave in a couple of hours, so I suppose I should get going. How are you going to get home, it seemed your dad already took off with your sister."
"I'll have to take the train I suppose," said Harry. "Isn't that pitiful? I'm not even a Hogwarts student but I have to ride the train to get back home, when my parents had already left and at home probably."
"No its not, Ron, you know the one sitting next to your sister stuffing food down his throat every second? He probably would be sitting with the other boys in our year, you can sit with me on the train," said Hermione.
"Thanks Hermione, I suppose," said Harry. "Why are you so nice?"
"Your intrigue me I suppose. And your nothing like Annie," said Hermione. "She did not do a single darn thing down in the dungeons, we only got lucky, she passed out when she fell off the broom to catch the keys and Dumbledore saved us."
"Hold on a bloody moment. You're intrigued by me? How so? I'm the pathetic brother of the girl-who-lived, I'm nothing," said Harry.
"You're just interesting, that's all," answered back Hermione.
"I see," said Harry. "Shall we go Hermione?"
On the train…
"Here's an empty compartment, Harry," said Hermione.
Hermione and Harry both went into the compartment and sat down in silence. Until that is, three people decided to intrude.
"Hey there Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, as he opened the door and opened his mouth to speak again. "What are you doing with Potter? He's from Durmstrang! They're all evil Hermione!"
"When most people decide to bad mouth they at least would do it away from there target and do it silently at the very least," Harry said, closing his book, The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 3. "You're talking about things you don't even understand, Weasley."
"Ron he's really nice, and-
"NO! HE'S FROM DURMSTRANG! THEY TEACH DARK ARTS FOR GODSAKES!" argued Ron. "You know what Annie said about him, he's an evil creep, and he's a death eater!"
"It seems that I've caused trouble between you two Hermione, I'll leave and find another compartment," Harry said as he turned his head away form the crowd and taking his stuff with him, he pushed past Ron and the goons. "It was too good to be true anyway, goodbye Hermione."
"Wait Harry!" exclaimed Hermione calling for Harry.
Hermione's thoughts-
He didn't have to leave. I just wanted to get to know him better. What did he mean by it was too good to be true anyway? Bloody Ron, why does he always do that! Harry….
Harry's thoughts-
It was too good to be true. Why would anyone want to befriend me? Right? I'm just an evil creep, as Annie says. I was expecting it. If James, Lilly, and Sirius don't even love me let alone like me, why would a complete stranger that I have I known for only ten minutes like me? I've forgotten all me ethics. I can't want, I can't need, and I can't have any emotions showing. But somehow she changed that, but it won't happen again. I suppose during the summer I'll have to just train myself to control my bloody problems, and keep them to myself. I have to face the lone truth sooner or later, I'll always be alone, and I had hope before I went to Durmstrang, but now, I know I can only be an outcast form the world.
Well here's a free compartment, I suppose hanging out here isn't so bad, peace and quiet, no problems no intrusions.
Back with Hermione and Ron…
"RONALD BILLIUS WEALSEY! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" yelled Hermione, pointing her wand at Ron.
"He's a bloody deatheater Hermione. You should be thanking me for protecting you against him, you're a friend of Annie, the girl-who-lived, death eaters will be after us sooner or later, and he's getting a head start. See, he'll be nice to you, then before you know it he'll whisk you away to Voldemort!" argued back Ron in an obnoxious manner as though he was the one not doing the wrong and was being a good friend.
"You actually think he was going to hurt me Ron?"
"Yes I do! You know what Annie says about him! He's a bloody deatheater to be…"
"This is not even worth my time; I'm going to go find him!"
"No you don't," Ron said as he grabbed Hermione's arm while she was leaving. "I'm your best friend, listen to me!"
"My best friend? Would my best friend call me names?! Would my best friend think so lightly of me!" screamed Hermione. "Your anything but my best friend, your not even my friend anymore!"
"Are you barking mad?" asked Ron. "You can't still hold it against me about what had happened in the beginning of this year!"
"It was your taunting that had made me cry and gone on to the girl's restroom! The troll had almost killed me! You had never said sorry either," retorted Hermione. "You automatically assumed I had forgiven you Ronald without an earnest apology. You were only nice to me because u needed Annie Potter to be your friend!"
"Look, Annie invited us over for summer as her best friends, ok fine, we don't have to be friends but at least take it into consideration that he goes to Durmstrang, they've had plenty dark wizards come from there," said Ron in a low key tone.
"Oh really! Name at least five dark wizards that had come from Durmstrang!" yelled Hermione. Ron didn't say anything. "Right, I thought so, you would have failed first year without my help! And you want to use
"He's nice Ron, and if you got to know him instead of making him go away, you would know that!" exclaimed Hermione as she sat back down.
"Alright! I'm sorry! I won't do that again! You're right and I'm wrong I'm sorry," said Ron.
"Apology accepted," said Hermione. "Go find Harry and apologize to him."
"But I don't—AHHHHHH"
It was pure darkness in the Hogwarts express and everything was beginning to shake.
"What the bloody hell is going on out there?!" yelled Harry as he had just woken up from his small nap.
Harry had quickly opened the compartment door and was faced with a rampage of students going up the Hogwarts train in a panic.
"What the bloody hell is going?" Harry asked as he asked a prefect running by.
"Some weird white cloaked people with staffs are looking for someone. There searching in every compartment!" yelled the prefect.
"What are they looking for?" asked Harry as he held on to the arm of the prefect.
"Some kid named Harry potter! We should run out now!" and he disappeared.
They want me, they'll get me.
Harry raced down the train to the mysterious white locked figures. And then he saw Hermione and Weasley.
"Hey! Leave them alone!" yelled Harry. "You want Harry Potter right?"
They nodded and came closer to Harry.
"We'll here I am! What do you want?" exclaimed Harry.
And in a flash the cloaked figures had their claws on Harry throat holding him up against a compartment door.
"HARRY!" yelled Hermione.
"It's-all—right…" gasped Harry trying his best to form words. "What do you want with me?"
"We want you to come with us. You can do it quietly and it'll be painless, or we will use force," said one of them.
"Why? Do you need me? I'm completely useless to you," said Harry.
"No, you're not," whispered the thing that was holding up Harry by the throat, into his ear.
The three white-cloaked figures disappeared. It wasn't apparition and nothing that was familiar. Hermione had seen the whole thing. And when they had disappeared, though the train was in peace now, Hermione couldn't' help but think.
I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye. What were those things? What do they want with Harry? He never did anything wrong.
Dumbledore then apparated onto the train and looked around and only saw Hermione who was still in shock and an unconscious Ron.
"What had happened Ms. Granger?" asked Dumbledore with a grandfatherly voice and a twinkle in his eyes.
"He's gone…"
"Who is Ms. Granger? Who?"
"Harry, they took Harry!"
The Daily Prophet
Brother of the Girl-Who-Lived Disappears!!!
On the day Hogwarts had ended, Harry potter had decided to board the train instead of going home with his parents. Harry potter is Annie Potter's twin brother. Harry Potter has now gone missing. According to several witness, Mr. Potter was being looked for by mysterious white cloaked figures. "They certainly weren't deatheaters. However they wore masks similar to those they have." Harry James Potter is being searched by his family and the Potter family is very worried.
"If those things ever hurt my son, I'll make them pay!" said Mr. Potter
"He is my oldest son and I don't ever want to lose him. Please! Whoever took him, please return him to us! We'll give you anything!" said Mrs. Potter
"He's my twin I've always felt some sort of connection to him, I know he is in trouble, please give him back!" said the girl-who-lived Annie potter.
"Though Edison is still young, I know what he is feeling, before he went to school he was the nicest brother I've ever would want. Why would anyone want to hurt him? He's done nothing wrong!" said Tyler, the second youngest son.
According to the ministry of magic, they think that they were actually aiming for Annie potter since she is the target for you-know-who. However they've might have heard that she was not on the train like most students, and had caught Harry Potter on the train by accident. We are all hoping for his safe return.
--For more about the Potter family and the Girl-who-lived please turn to page 6
Somewhere in the world…
It was dark, cold, and clammy. It was an old fashioned room with many chains. It was a dungeon for interrogation till death.
"What do you want with me?!" yelled Harry.
And just then as Harry screamed his voice out in fury, the candle's lit.
"You are extraordinary Mr. Potter, you have magic no one else can posses without dying soon after," said one of them. "We are here to teach you how to control that magic."
"For how long?" asked Harry.
"Time here is different than those of the outside. It can be 5 months here and only one day outside," said another. "As long as you don't leave the perimeters, you can never age here."
"You said that you will teach me. Why?" asked Harry.
"Like I said you can do things no one else can—"
"I think that my sister can do more, she's the girl-who-lived," said Harry.
"No! We're sure! You are the one; just now you were so angry you lit those candles!"
"Tell me who you are, I can't trust you," said Harry. "You know so much about me, but I don't' know what are who you even are!"
"We were the disciples of Merlin, but our powers are of Wizards and Elementals," said one of them. He had orange hair and a small earring on this left ear. "I'm Chris, Harry."
"I'm Yvonne," said the one with purple hair.
"And I'm Aaron," said the one with snow white hair and glowing red eyes.
"We are the three disciples directly from Merlin called Guardians, there are other powerful elementals here too called protecters, come with me and I'll show you."
They exited the dungeon and Harry followed.
