The New Order
Chapter 2
Harry started teaching himself Occlumency and meditation, wanting nothing more than to keep Voldemort out of his mind. Also he wanted to try and stop the visions that had begun that summer, though he soon realized nothing would stop them; the stubborn visions kept coming.
Then Harry thought of something. Were these visions the power the Dark Lord knew not? What if this was how he was going to beat Voldemort? Having an advantage over him, would that make him able to defeat the monster? It made complete sense.
So the more visions he had, the more stubborn he became, and the more he learned. He was soon actually able to curse people through these visions, which was strange. He was beginning to realize he was not just a by-stander or a ghost. He could help, but not very much of course.
This was all brilliant but he didn't do it too often. He didn't want Dumbledore or Voldemort finding out. Every day he practiced magic, and got better and better and more powerful. He was able to conjure food now, which was great! He could actually eat. Conjure wasn't the same as actually creating it out of thin air, which of course wasn't possible.
Harry was also getting taller and filling out, more like he probably should have a long time ago. It helped that he was able to conjure his own food and found the nourishment to be more than beneficial. The Dursleys were shocked at the change in the scrawny boy, so they stopped feeding him altogether, though it didn't seem to make any difference. They just chalked it up to the freak using his magic, and gave him more beatings and more chores. Most of those chores were outside, like painting the hut and mowing the lawn. Harry didn't mind this as much because he was getting a nice tan as the sun beat down on Privet Drive. Of course Harry's magic helped stop Harry from being burnt to a crisp, so he didn't worry too much about that.
At night when they were all in their beds he would practice and practice like he never had before. His birthday was tomorrow; he was looking forward to more books. He knew most of his friends would get him books. Well, at least he hoped they would, anyway. That was what he wanted right now; books and things that would help him defeat Voldemort. This was his main goal in life, to defeat Voldemort and begin living his life to the fullest.
Midnight came, and so did a swoop of owls. He was actually born at this very minute sixteen years ago. Harry hurriedly opened Hermione's present first. It was a book in Latin, every hex, curse and spell used in dark times. It seemed very interesting. Chucking it onto his bed, he began opening his other presents.
From Ron he got chocolate frogs, his second favourite sweet from the Wizarding world, a snitch, and a Quidditch book. He vaguely wondered how his friend had found the money to get all of it. Upon reading his letter he found out how; Ron had been helping Fred and George, his brothers, to run their joke shop.
From Fred and George he got some of their latest inventions and 500 galleons back from the money he had given them to start the joke shop, along with an offer of a percentage of the shares in Weasley Wizard Wheezes. That would mean he would get thirty percent of any profits they made. He signed the stock agreement smiling softly, glad his friends were doing something they wanted to do with their lives.
Fred and George of course wrote a letter, saying they had opened premises in Diagon Ally and were doing brilliantly. They were doing so great they were able to give their parents money to use for Ron and Ginny. Ron had not stopped blabbing about it apparently, something he had obviously forgotten to tell Harry. Or maybe he had and he had missed it. Harry shrugged before digging in for more presents.
Moony had sent him more defense books, as well as the Marauders' prank book. As much as he loved his dad, Harry couldn't condone what the Marauders had done. Bullying Severus Snape just proved they could be just as low as Dudley and Uncle, which was a horrible thought that he could not help.
The books went upon the bed. Upon opening Neville Longbottom's and Luna Lovegood's gifts, he found books again. Surprisingly good looking books as well! One of them was on herbology but it was the dangerous plants bit that got Harry interested, and another book on defense. They wished him a happy birthday and said they would see him on the Hogwarts express; he pushed their books up beside Hermione's and Moony's.
The next gift he opened was a surprise, to say the least. He received a pensieve from Dumbledore. It actually looked like the one that he had seen in the old man's office. It had a coat of arms on it; frowning, he opened the book with his pictures of his parents. He found what he was looking for, a picture of his father in his Auror robes, with a coat of arms on it. Could that be the Potter coat of arms? Had Dumbledore kept his father's pensieve and given it back to him as a present? The man had some bloody cheek to do that.
Moody gave him dark detectors; Tonks and Shacklebolt got him more books ... Auror training books in fact! They look well used; it was obvious he was actually getting their books. Yet upon reading the enclosed letter, he realized they had been his father's Auror books. How they had gotten them he didn't know, but he thanked them from the bottom of his heart.
Harry quickly scratched out thank you letters to everyone and sent them all away with Hedwig. She looked grateful to be getting out once more; he would have let her out more but he couldn't. Well, he could now, he supposed, he could use magic. All he needed to do was conjure a bird that looked like his Hedwig and put it in the cage. That was actually a pretty good thought.
After sending her off, he quickly started reading Hermione's book with the Latin curses of the Dark Ages. He read that the book was very rare these days; Hermione, he had no doubt, had either copied it or sat and read it before his birthday. Smiling at the thought of his friends he sat down and spent the night reading.
That night when he fell asleep, he had another vision. This time it was very informative to him. Voldemort had found out where he lived... from Pettigrew of course, the slimy disgusting rat that he was. Voldemort then ordered Pettigrew to spy on him. Harry thought with satisfaction, "Voldemort will never see that rat again". Indeed he wouldn't, not if Harry had any say in it And Harry knew he definitely did have a say in it.
The day went mostly as it always did. He did his chores and there was no sign of Pettigrew. Unless the rat was very good at hiding and not moving, then it didn't appear as though he was there. Perhaps the rat was taking longer to get there; he didn't know. That evening, Harry was once again whipped, thin blood trails running down his back. But Harry didn't make a sound. He had learned long ago to stop begging or screaming, it just gave his Uncle more satisfaction. He had also noticed that his Uncle did it longer if he begged or cried.
When it finally stopped, his Uncle grunted in disappointment as he'd gotten absolutely no joy out of hitting his nephew. He left the room quietly and went down the stairs to enjoy dinner with his family. Harry was too sore to even conjure anything to eat, so he quickly went to his bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
It was a long while before he was sprialled into a vision.
"What happened, Wormtail?" Voldemort asked.
"Nothing, my lord, the boy was just doing gardening all day," Pettigrew said, looking disgusted.
"Hm…in a few days, Pettigrew, you will bring the boy to me. Just make sure no one is around, no Order member or anyone," Voldemort snarled, once again letting his rage for the Order show.
"Of course, My Lord," Pettigrew said, bowing his head and looking excited.
"Good, now go! Get back to spying on Potter," Voldemort snapped, disgusted with the weak little rat. Wormtail had his uses, that was why he simply didn't get rid of the weak idiot. In fact, he was probably the best supporter he had. Smirking, he watched the man waddle out of the room.
Harry smirked also. The man was amusing, so was Voldemort. So he would have to make sure Pettigrew was seen; perhaps he could find some of his cousin's rat traps. Was Pettigrew stupid enough to fall into one of them? Maybe he would be; nodding his head he decided that was what he would do. He would have to spell the area so he could not transform into a human after he was caught in the trap, otherwise it would all be for nothing.
Realizing he was no longer tired he got up and began reading the Auror books. He found them extremely fascinating and really hard work. It was not as easy as it looked, to tell the truth. However, he got the entire book read and the spells all learned, memorizing every single one of them. He realized he must have some sort of good memory, because there was no way any normal person could remember this much, was there? Maybe; he didn't know. Harry had never under any circumstances considered himself normal.
Edited 12/06/15 by Jake and Jordre thank you guys