Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire- with Newt

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Chapter 2: The scar

Harry Potter woke up, startled by what he has just seen. Was it a dream, or was it real? Harry pressed his hand on his forehead where his lightning shaped scar was. The scar felt as if someone just pressed a white hot wire on it.

Harry stood up and put on his glasses. The pain in his scar didn't go away. Harry turned on the lamp and looked out the window. It was middle of the night. Harry sighed and ran his hand through his unruly dark hair. He examined his scar on the reflection once more. There was no blood or any kind of different injury besides the usual lightning shaped scar.

Harry tried to think hard about what he just saw. But it seemed all vague and Harry couldn't remember clearly. Let's see… There was Peter Pettigrew, Wormtail, the man who betrayed his parents, and Voldemort, man who killed his parents.

Voldemort. Voldemort was there. What did he look like? Thought Harry and he tried hard to remember. But all he could remember was feeling some sort of spasm and feeling pain. And wasn't there an old man there?

That old man… Harry had never seen that old man. That old man fall to the ground, and Harry had watched it.

Harry tried his best to piece together what he remembered. Voldemort and Wormtail were discussing about killing someone, though he couldn't remember the name, and they were also planning to kill him!

Though it wasn't anything new that Voldemort was trying to kill him, he did it when he was one years old and during his first two years at Hogwarts, it still sent chills in Harry's spine.

It was starting to give Harry a headache and the continuous pain in scar was not helping. Harry tried to distract himself by going through his trunk which contained all his belongings, from his school books, his broomstick to Hedwig's empty cage.

Harry tried to read a book. Book his best friend Ron got him which was about the Chudley Cannons, Ron's favorite Quidditch team. Harry stared at the moving pictures where chasers were throwing each other a Quaffle and finally scoring it in a hoop. But not even Quidditch could distract him right now.

Maybe do some homework? Thought Harry as he pulled out a parchment he was working on his Potion homework about Antidote but he couldn't write a single letter. Frustrated, Harry folded the parchment and threw it in his trunk.

Harry thought about maybe staring at Hedwig and petting her or something but realized she still wasn't back from hunting. Nothing, was enough to distract him right now.

Harry closed his eyes and lied down to the shabby bed again. It wasn't the pain that was really bothering him. Harry was no stranger to pains and injuries. From losing an entire bone in his arm to falling from a broomstick fifty foot in the air, Harry could probably list his injuries for hours.

No, what was really bothering him was the fact that last time his scar felt pain was when Voldemort was near him. Could… Could he be near him? Could Voldemort appear in the Privet Drive in the middle of the night?

Harry held his breath and tried to listen to his surrounding, hoping he might catch something odd. However, he was interrupted by a loud snore that came from Dudley's room.

"Come on Harry." Harry told himself. "Don't be ridiculous. There is no one here besides you and your relatives. Voldemort is not here."

His relatives were sleeping peacefully, totally oblivious to the pain their nephew was in. Though, it wasn't as if they would have cared about him even if they were alive. The Dursley despised the fact that Harry was a wizard and never treated him with any kind of respect or care. The very idea about talking to his relatives about his worry about Voldemort was laughable to Harry. Why would they care about a man who has been trying to kill the same person they despised for over 10 years?

Harry closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Once again, summer was a worse time of his year. He was out of school, away from his friends. Speaking of his friends, Harry looked to his side and saw the Birthday card his 3 best friends have sent him.

Speaking of his friends, should he send a letter to them about this? What would they say?

He could just imagine his friend Hermione's slightly panicked frantic voice. "Scar pain? That's really serious! Go owl Professor Dumbledore right now! I will check Common Magical Ailments and Affliction! It probably might give me some clues!"

Harry chuckled. Yep. That's definitely what his friend Hermione would say. Kind, very studious and always relying on books. That's Hermione: alert the headmaster and while you wait, grab a book and look for a solution.

Harry thought for a moment what Hermione potentially might say. "Would that book really help?" thought Harry. "I mean, how many people ever had a scar they got by surviving the killing curse? As far as he knew, none, besides him."

And contact the headmaster? Harry had no idea where the headmaster might be during the holidays. Harry chuckled at the idea the old wizard with long white beard rubbing a suntan lotion on his body while relaxing in some warm beach. Or maybe he was somewhere cold, skiing. As picture of Dumbledore wearing goggle and sliding down a mountain with his beards flying back came to his head, Harry sniggered harder.

But still, Hedwig could probably find Dumbledore. He could just tell Hedwig a letter was for Dumbledore and she would probably able to find him. His other best friend Newt once told him Magical Owls are capable of finding almost anyone without having the location written.

Speaking of Newt, what would he say? Newt would think for a moment. He would put down his suitcase and go inside and come back few minutes later. "Ok Harry, this is a mixture of grounded horn and a herb. Maybe it might ease your pain. Hold on, how about this essence from a this creature?" Newt, an expert on Magical Creatures, would probably go down to his beloved suitcase that also happened to be a sanctuary for Magical creatures would offer Harry various parts of Magical creatures with healing properties. That was Newt, compassionate and try to get use a Magical creature to help him.

And since best friends have been brought up, what about his first best friend Ron? He would probably scrunch up his freckled face and look confused.

"Your scar hurts? Didn't you tell me your scar hurts when You Know Who is near? But that's not possible isn't it? I mean… you would have know about it. Maybe it's something about curse scars that's special. Hear, I'll ask dad about it."

That's his friend Ron. Confused, yet try to think about a way to solve the problem and worried for him. Harry wondered if Mr Weasley would know anything about curse scars. Last time Harry checked, he worked in a Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office in the ministry, not a division related to curses. Also, Harry really didn't want the entire Weasley finding out about him being jumpy because of some scar pain.

Ron's sister Ginny would look nervous about it and try to tell him to go to a healer, Mrs Weasley would make a bigger fuss than Hermione and the twin might tease him about losing his mind. The Weasleys were his favorite family in the whole world and ever since Ron brought up the story about Quidditch World Cup at the end of the year, Harry was desperate to visit them. Maybe if he was at Ron's house, he might have been secretly able to discuss about it with Ron without telling anyone else.

Sighing, Harry decided to write a letter to Professor Dumbledore. But what should he write?

Dear Professor Dumbledore

Sorry to trouble you in the middle of the holidays but I am sending you this because my scar hurts.

Hope you are having a good holiday, Harry Potter.

That was not only lame, but probably waste of Dumbledore's time. Harry crumpled up the parchment and threw it in the garbage bin.

Harry needed someone he could talk about things like this without making a huge fuss. Some sort of trustable adult who would not make him feel stupid about talking about subject like this, someone who cared deeply about him, and someone who was like a parent. Someone like… Sirius.

"Of course! Why didn't I think about telling Sirius?" thought Harry. Though it was probably the fact that he only found out Sirius was his godfather 3 months ago.

Thought about Sirius made Harry sighed. Sirius had been locked up in Azkaban, even though he was innocent. It was all because of that traitorous rat Pettigrew. He betrayed his parents, murdered innocent people and framed in on Sirius.

2 months ago, Harry was thrilled that he might get to live with his godfather and leave his relatives for good. But sadly, the rat Pettigrew got away and Sirius was now on run. Harry, Ron, Newt and Hermione believed Sirius was innocent but the Ministry didn't listen. Only Professor Dumbledore believed them.

But still, even though Sirius was not with him by his side, he did managed to make Harry's summer bit better. For one thing, the Dursleys didn't lock his belongings on a cupboard that used to be his bedroom for first 11 years of his life. They didn't dare to do such thing when they found out Harry's godfather was the so called Mass Murderer. Harry wasn't stupid to tell the Dursleys that Sirius was actually innocent.

Sirius had sent Harry few letters, about how he was currently in South America and had not been caught. He also told him to write a letter immediately if there was any problem. Well, this was definitely a problem.

Harry pulled out a new parchment and his eagle quill. He dipped it on an ink and began to write.

Dear Sirius

I'm sending you this because you told me to contact in case of any problems. Well first, things are same as usual. Dudley's diet isn't going so well and Aunt Petunia found him stuffing his face with a donut in his room yesterday. She threatened to cut his allowance off if he continues to do it. He put a hole through his new television. Very stupid of him, though nothing new.

Besides that, I'm almost fine. After hearing about you, the Dursleys haven't dared to do anything. They are afraid you might come to them in the middle of the night or something. Did I mention I never told them you are innocent?

Anyway, the reason I'm sending you this letter is because my scar hurts. You see, reason I'm worried about a scar pain was last time it hurt was when Voldemort was near. You don't think he might be near do you? Do you know if some scars hurt year afterwards?

Well, please take care of yourself and Buckbeak. Don't get caught.

Harry.

Yep. That was it. Harry was not going to talk about the dream. He didn't want to sound too worried to Sirius. It was probably nothing very important.

Harry looked out and saw that it was morning now. Harry folded up the parchment and started to get dressed for breakfast. He would send the letter after breakfast, probably by then, Hedwig would have came back from the hunt.

A/N: I know it's short but please bare with me. Soon, there will be longer chapters. Please leave a review and constructive criticism are welcomed. Some quotes are from Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire by JK Rowling.