Chapter Two "A Peck of Owls"
A/N: You can still turn back now if you can't handle the truth. This novella may be a bit jarring to read, but this is written by someone who has taken college writing classes, so the level of diciton is a lot above what I'm sure you normally read.
Harry Potter, master of his wand and bearer of the scar of Lord Voldemort, was determined to return to his beloved Hogwarts but first he had to get through a few more months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds, all of which he was able to count quickly using his brilliant mind, before he could go to his home. But for now he had to remain patient and pass the time and reading some nuggets of knowledge in the form of books would ease his troubled mind.
A letter came inside. Harry felt the texture of the paper, relishing the feeling of anything from his beloved Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Dear Harry Potter, You have used illegal magic and are expelled.
Sincerely - The Ministry of Magic"
A letter came inside. Harry felt the texture of the paper, relishing the feeling of anything from his beloved Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Dear Harry Potter, You have used illegal magic and are expelled.
Sincerely - The Ministry of Magic"
"NO! This cannot be!" Harry said. This couldn't be true. It just counldn't be. Harry refused to believe it. If he really was expelled they were expelling one of their brightest students. A student who's light shone brighther than a thousand suns. It wasn't fair by any stretch of the imagination. Harry refused to believe a word of the letter. If he was truly being expelled he expected at least a phone call from his trusted headmaster, friend, mentor and confidant Proffessor Albus Dumbledore. He also expected an exlplanation and an apology from the Ministry of Magic for this unjust termination of Harry's education. The only worse thing that could happen would be Harry being forced to endure another one of Aunt Petunia's mediocre at best meals. Tears of anger and rage started to well up in Harry's eyes. He grabbed a nearby tape dispenser and taped his fists. He started to pound the wall expelling a primal scream of fury with each punch. His wall started to look like the Middle Eastern desert after a bombing run. Holes everywhere except on the white wall instead the brown sand of the desert.
Harry looked at his bookshelf and hoped maybe reading one of his many books in his collection would calm his nerves and at least distract him. These books would be important to help him with his situation with the Ministry of Magic. He looked at Bookshelf Number 1 and perused some titles. Harry had 5 bookshelves in his room, Bookshelf Number 1, Bookshelf Number 2, Bookshelf Number 3, Bookshelf Number 4 and Bookshelf Appendix Miscellanea which contained some books but mostly magazines, news journals and other print that were not necessarily books such as The National Review, Forbes, The Weekly Standard and other print media Harry saved that could be reread at later points or held sentimental value to Harry. t Killing the Rising Sun; How America Vanquished World War II Japan by Bill O'Reilly looked particaulary appealing. Perhaps Harry could look at how America utterly vanquised Imperial Japan into submission and be inspired to vanquish the bureaucratic Ministry of Magic into submission for expelling him, in a way his own personal Pearl Harbor. As refreshing as that sounded Harry had to look through his bookshelf for other books to at least give them a chance. Though he had to admit O'Reilly's well written Killing series were superb reads. He had all of them and his other favorites at the top of his list were Killing Lincoln and Killing Kennedy. He also had The Tempting of America by Robert Bork, which was an absolute blasting of the liberal jurisprudence. As much as Harry loved blasting liberal ideology that book wouldn't help him much with his current situation. He also had Exceptional: Why The World Needs a Powerful America by Dick and Liz Cheney. Another great read but it was a book Harry just couldn't put down. If he got wrapped up in the words he'd never leave his room for days. The Long Game: A Memoir by Mitch McConnell also caught Harry's attention. McConnell was one of Harry's personal heroes so reading of his resilience when under fire from a corrupt establishment and staying true to his values maybe another inspiration to Harry. Equal is Unfair: America's Misguidged Fight Against Income Equality by Don Watkins,Harry wished he could slam in Vernon's face so he could see just how wrong he was about that topic they just argued about but Harry questioned whether or not Vernon could even read beyond a first grade level sometimes so that was out of the question.
Ultimately as much as Harry would like to get lost in a good book, he had to choose THE Good Book as in The Bible to read. He had several copies on his bookshelves but he chose his old nearly withered picture Bible from childhood that aged well but the illustrations and ebspecially text calmed Harry down. Harry instantly knew a verse that was relevant to his situation; Proverbs 6:16- 19.
"There are Six things that the Lord hates, seven that are an abomination to him; haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked plans, feet that make haste to run to evil, a false witness who breaths out lies, and one who sows discord among brothers."
"Amen." Harry said reading that verse. No doubt that whoever had cheated him out of school without a fair trial adhered to these eight things. He had to get unexpelled.
"Harry?" Vernon said outside of Harry's door. Harry opened the door. Petunia and Dudley were with him.
"I don't have time for your mediocrity." Harry said coldly and ruthlessly, a sign of a true hero.
"This letter says you've been expelled." Vernon appeared to get his own copy of Harry's expellation letter.
Gasps were heard, Harry heard them and he knew it. The jig was up. He had tried to keep the letter a secret, but unfortunately, the Dursleys were good at sneaking into information they shouldn't have, much like a certain blue party...
"You weren't supposed to see that!" Harry screamed. He punched more holes in his wall with his bomb like fists and went into a blind rage. He knocked down his bookshelves as his books that doubled as fountains of information and enlightenement toppled down like an avalanche of information and knowledge. His storming rage against the bookshelves was much like his sexual prowess, furious and didn't care what got in his way. He felt the same hot rage he felt when he plowed bitches. When he reached a similar furious climax, satisfied at the destruction he had caused, similar to the ejaculate that came out of him hot and angrily.
"Harry please, please don't destroy anything else, please stop hurting my things" Vernon pleaded.
Harry stormed out of his room like an angry elephant, punching more holes in the walls of the hallway. He ripped out curtains from their holsters and ran down stairs. Harry picked up the Dursley's precious flat screen TV and tossed it out the window as glass shattered. The Dursleys cowered in the corner. "Harry! Stop!" Petunia cried as Harry destroyed her sanctuary, the kitchen.
"YOU BITCH! SCREW THE WHOLE WORLD!" Harry said. He smashed some plates and ripped bowls and cups out of the cupboard. He ripped out famility portraits of the Dursleys and punched a whole through each of their faces. He grabbed a familiy photo album and started ripping up the photographs inside. Some Harry placed in his mouth and ripped them apart with his teeth. He found one of Vernon, Petunia and Dudley together and held it close to them. He pulled out his lighter and burned it in front of their faces causing Dudley to cry even more hysterically.
"Harry... please stop... what's wrong? We can help you. We can try to help you!" Vernon said in between tears that ran down his fat face.
"It's FINE!" Harry yelled, and just as he did, as if he cast a spell unwittingly, like a nocturnal emission, an owl flew through the window. It was a letter from the Weasley family.
"Dear Harry,
Please don't worry. Dumbledore is actively fixing your problem.
Love,
Your Second Family,
-The Weasleys"
"SEE?" Harry bellowed, while the Dursleys cowered.
Another owl flew in, and Dudley started to cry, the coward that he was.
This letter was from Sirius Black, Harry's godfather.
"Dear Harry Potter,
Giving too much of the good stuff, eh, my boy? Just sit tight.
Sirius Black"
Sirius' accented handwriting was difficult for normal people to read, but Harry, who studies handwriting in his free time, had no problems reading it at all. He smiled as he imagined Sirius showing up at the front door, murdering all of the Dursleys.
"Harry-
You are my best and brightest pupil, and I want to protect you despite all the dangerous situations you will find yourself in. I'll make sure you don't get expelled! Then together we will work on fighting Lord Voldemort. I'm sending the Order of the Phoenix over to pick you up and protect you."
-Dumbledore"
Harry chuckled to himself. Excellent, he thinks, I'll get to leave this horrible abode early! He was very interested and excited to see the wizards that comprised the Order of the Phoenix, as he was certain the grizzled veterans of Dumbledore would be incredibly strong, masculine, and powerful. He could learn a thing or two from them. Or they could learn a thing or two from me, Harry thought to himself.