Disclaimer: Once again I don't own the characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Two chapters to get you guys started on the story! When I get 5 reviews I will post two more chapters, and don't worry, the girl Harry will talk about is not the one he ends up with, I assure you it will be Hermione because the two are made for each other!
Chapter 1
Harry's Dream
Harry awoke with a start. His scar was burning and for once it was not due to a nightmare. In fact, his dream had been quite the opposite. Using the index finger on his left hand he gingerly traced the scar in a futile effort to stop the dull throbbing. A minute later, the pain had finally ceased. Sighing, Harry rubbed the scar a final time before grabbing his glasses to look at the clock. Digital numbers were blinking in the faint traces of dawn, allowing Harry to make out 6:49am.
'Its too early to get up and start cooking, yet too late for me to go back to sleep.' With a groan, he got up and made his way to his small desk where he wrote all his letters. Taking out an ink pen, Harry began to write his friends. Grabbing a parchment, he wrote to Ron first.
Dear Ron,
I hope summer is okay for you so far. I am glad today is my birthday. Hermione wrote and said you had a surprise for me today. You better make it good! Just joking, I can't wait to see you guys again! Why haven't you wrote me this summer? I know you're busy and all, but I am a little concerned. Well, I better go for now.
Your friend,
Harry
A small thump was heard near the wall and window causing Harry to jump slightly and look around. 'Dudley must have fallen out of his bed again.' Giving a small laugh at the thought, he grabbed another sheet of paper, and began his letter to Hermione.
Dear Hermione,
How are you? I hope your summer has went well so far, mine has despite the Dursley's attempts at starving me. So, have you heard from Ron? I only got one letter from him so far, can you believe it?! Hedwig misses both of you, as do I. I thought about the both of you since it was my birthday and realized how much I would have loved for you two to be here today.
"So would we," chirped a tired yet anxious voice behind him and, turning around, Harry found himself face-to-face with the Weasley twins plus Ron. Harry's face paled before he broke out into and grin, hugging each of them.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" inquired Ron mischievously, as he gestured towards the letters. " I think its a bit unfair that you write more to Hermione than to me," he raised his chin defiantly. "Can I sense a crush, or have I not gone far enough? Don't tell me you haven't already started dating her," Ron was grinning broadly.
Harry felt a blush creep up his face as he denied it. "She is nothing more than a friend to me, just like you."
"Just like Ron, eh? Is there something about you we don't know Ronniekins?" George was grinning devilishly and Fred was stifling laughs.
"No, George, our dear brother has just proven that we DO have more than one girl in the family. Can you imagine, we have two baby sisters! Now it makes shopping a lot easier, just dollies and dresses!!" Both twins were shaking with fits of laughter. Harry himself couldn't hide a grin. Ron on the other hand, looked about ready to murder them all.
"Just WAIT until we get home," he warned through clenched teeth. Ignoring his brothers who had not yet stopped their laughter, he turned to Harry. "So, now you know why we didn't write you. My brothers were too afraid I'd spoil your surprise. You are spending the rest of the summer with us as your birthday gift, and you even get Hermione as a side gift." Ron smirked, and Harry rolled his eyes.
"You know better than to start with that, Hermione and I are just friends. We always have and always will be."
"I dunno Harry, after those news articles last year. I think something might be going on between you two after all. Besides, times change. Even though you may not like Hermione now, you can always have a change of heart later in life. Same with my sister. Look at how quickly her crush on you began to fade."
"And don't forget, you have another best friend to look out for!"
"Yes, our little sister Ronetta!!" Both twins resumed their laughter full-force as Ron began to blush.
"Ignore them Ron. You can help me gather up everything." Ron gave a meek nod and helped Harry with his things. Then, the twins jumped out the window, popping their heads in a moment later to signal they were ready for the trunk. Ron and Harry pushed while Fred and George pulled. Soon all of Harry's items were outside and the two climbed out, Ron first.
As Harry began to jump he suddenly paused. " Ron, what is THAT?!" he exclaimed, pointing at their mode of transportation.
Ron smiled and patted the rug. "Its a flying carpet Harry. My brother Charlie was in the East Indies and got a bunch of them free! He gave one to each of us, but we only needed mine to get you. We simply enlarged it and set off!" Ron's grin was genuine, and Harry smiled back as he jumped on.
"Ready guys and girls, its gonna be a rough ride back!" But before Harry or Ron could utter so much as a word, the twins sped off, and Harry's breath was taken away.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Peter strode through the alley, looking around nervously at any small noise or movement. He could not be found by anyone or anything. If he did, his master would never get a report from him, not because of failure, but because of torture and death. Quietly he approached a dead end which resembled the entrance to Diagon Ally. Taking his finger, he hit the four bricks in the center and whispered, "Allegoritum." The bricks turned to nothing and before him was another alley. This one however, was not of bricks but a steel material.
He walked quickly, casting a weary glance at every shadowy corner he would pass. At the end of the alley he saw a road and many buildings. He chose a small house close by that looked deserted, perhaps abandoned. Walking with large strides, he tried to make himself inconspicuous. Though there was no one on the road now, someone could easily spot him.
He turned the doorknob and walked into the small house. Silently making his way into the bedroom, he stopped to admire some pictures on a mantelpiece. The pictures, if he was correct, were of a young boy the prince's age standing proudly next to two people who wore regal clothing.
The woman, a long silky dress that was lavender at the top but slowly melted into a pale pink. She had a tiara of silver with many jewels of six various colors and one giant diamond in the middle. Her long brown hair tumbled past her shoulders and stopped at her waist. Her face was soft and her skin light, giving her cinnamon eyes an eerie sense of liveliness.
The man, however, wore a suit much like those of business people. The only thing setting him apart from the others was his crown. It sat atop his short blonde hair and he looked as if he were forcing a smile, almost as if he were bored. The dark blue suit almost seemed to clash with his light skin. Unlike the woman, he was not fit for the clothes. His green eyes were fixed on something beyond the camera, making Peter curious.
"This must be the king and queen of their world when they were still alive," Peter mumbled, lost in thought. A small sigh from behind him snapped him out of his contemplation. Turning around, he saw a young girl of fourteen looking up at him with scared green eyes. Her black hair, messy from sleep, fell to her shoulders and around her ivory-skinned face. She was wearing a silky nightgown and robe, meaning she had probably fallen asleep unintentionally. She opened her mouth to scream and Peter lunged at her.
The girl put up a struggle until he put a cloth of chloroform over her mouth. He had heard it was a very effective muggle trick at making victims unconscious. Deciding he had enough for the night, he conjured a stretcher and walked out this time running back to the alleyway.
"Damn immortal fireplaces. It would be a lot easier if I could use some Floo Powder to get back." Cursing under his breath he ran out, not caring about the open entrance. His only thought was what would happen if he did not get her back to Voldemort before she awoke.
A/N: Two chapters to get you guys started on the story! When I get 5 reviews I will post two more chapters, and don't worry, the girl Harry will talk about is not the one he ends up with, I assure you it will be Hermione because the two are made for each other!
Chapter 1
Harry's Dream
Harry awoke with a start. His scar was burning and for once it was not due to a nightmare. In fact, his dream had been quite the opposite. Using the index finger on his left hand he gingerly traced the scar in a futile effort to stop the dull throbbing. A minute later, the pain had finally ceased. Sighing, Harry rubbed the scar a final time before grabbing his glasses to look at the clock. Digital numbers were blinking in the faint traces of dawn, allowing Harry to make out 6:49am.
'Its too early to get up and start cooking, yet too late for me to go back to sleep.' With a groan, he got up and made his way to his small desk where he wrote all his letters. Taking out an ink pen, Harry began to write his friends. Grabbing a parchment, he wrote to Ron first.
Dear Ron,
I hope summer is okay for you so far. I am glad today is my birthday. Hermione wrote and said you had a surprise for me today. You better make it good! Just joking, I can't wait to see you guys again! Why haven't you wrote me this summer? I know you're busy and all, but I am a little concerned. Well, I better go for now.
Your friend,
Harry
A small thump was heard near the wall and window causing Harry to jump slightly and look around. 'Dudley must have fallen out of his bed again.' Giving a small laugh at the thought, he grabbed another sheet of paper, and began his letter to Hermione.
Dear Hermione,
How are you? I hope your summer has went well so far, mine has despite the Dursley's attempts at starving me. So, have you heard from Ron? I only got one letter from him so far, can you believe it?! Hedwig misses both of you, as do I. I thought about the both of you since it was my birthday and realized how much I would have loved for you two to be here today.
"So would we," chirped a tired yet anxious voice behind him and, turning around, Harry found himself face-to-face with the Weasley twins plus Ron. Harry's face paled before he broke out into and grin, hugging each of them.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" inquired Ron mischievously, as he gestured towards the letters. " I think its a bit unfair that you write more to Hermione than to me," he raised his chin defiantly. "Can I sense a crush, or have I not gone far enough? Don't tell me you haven't already started dating her," Ron was grinning broadly.
Harry felt a blush creep up his face as he denied it. "She is nothing more than a friend to me, just like you."
"Just like Ron, eh? Is there something about you we don't know Ronniekins?" George was grinning devilishly and Fred was stifling laughs.
"No, George, our dear brother has just proven that we DO have more than one girl in the family. Can you imagine, we have two baby sisters! Now it makes shopping a lot easier, just dollies and dresses!!" Both twins were shaking with fits of laughter. Harry himself couldn't hide a grin. Ron on the other hand, looked about ready to murder them all.
"Just WAIT until we get home," he warned through clenched teeth. Ignoring his brothers who had not yet stopped their laughter, he turned to Harry. "So, now you know why we didn't write you. My brothers were too afraid I'd spoil your surprise. You are spending the rest of the summer with us as your birthday gift, and you even get Hermione as a side gift." Ron smirked, and Harry rolled his eyes.
"You know better than to start with that, Hermione and I are just friends. We always have and always will be."
"I dunno Harry, after those news articles last year. I think something might be going on between you two after all. Besides, times change. Even though you may not like Hermione now, you can always have a change of heart later in life. Same with my sister. Look at how quickly her crush on you began to fade."
"And don't forget, you have another best friend to look out for!"
"Yes, our little sister Ronetta!!" Both twins resumed their laughter full-force as Ron began to blush.
"Ignore them Ron. You can help me gather up everything." Ron gave a meek nod and helped Harry with his things. Then, the twins jumped out the window, popping their heads in a moment later to signal they were ready for the trunk. Ron and Harry pushed while Fred and George pulled. Soon all of Harry's items were outside and the two climbed out, Ron first.
As Harry began to jump he suddenly paused. " Ron, what is THAT?!" he exclaimed, pointing at their mode of transportation.
Ron smiled and patted the rug. "Its a flying carpet Harry. My brother Charlie was in the East Indies and got a bunch of them free! He gave one to each of us, but we only needed mine to get you. We simply enlarged it and set off!" Ron's grin was genuine, and Harry smiled back as he jumped on.
"Ready guys and girls, its gonna be a rough ride back!" But before Harry or Ron could utter so much as a word, the twins sped off, and Harry's breath was taken away.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Peter strode through the alley, looking around nervously at any small noise or movement. He could not be found by anyone or anything. If he did, his master would never get a report from him, not because of failure, but because of torture and death. Quietly he approached a dead end which resembled the entrance to Diagon Ally. Taking his finger, he hit the four bricks in the center and whispered, "Allegoritum." The bricks turned to nothing and before him was another alley. This one however, was not of bricks but a steel material.
He walked quickly, casting a weary glance at every shadowy corner he would pass. At the end of the alley he saw a road and many buildings. He chose a small house close by that looked deserted, perhaps abandoned. Walking with large strides, he tried to make himself inconspicuous. Though there was no one on the road now, someone could easily spot him.
He turned the doorknob and walked into the small house. Silently making his way into the bedroom, he stopped to admire some pictures on a mantelpiece. The pictures, if he was correct, were of a young boy the prince's age standing proudly next to two people who wore regal clothing.
The woman, a long silky dress that was lavender at the top but slowly melted into a pale pink. She had a tiara of silver with many jewels of six various colors and one giant diamond in the middle. Her long brown hair tumbled past her shoulders and stopped at her waist. Her face was soft and her skin light, giving her cinnamon eyes an eerie sense of liveliness.
The man, however, wore a suit much like those of business people. The only thing setting him apart from the others was his crown. It sat atop his short blonde hair and he looked as if he were forcing a smile, almost as if he were bored. The dark blue suit almost seemed to clash with his light skin. Unlike the woman, he was not fit for the clothes. His green eyes were fixed on something beyond the camera, making Peter curious.
"This must be the king and queen of their world when they were still alive," Peter mumbled, lost in thought. A small sigh from behind him snapped him out of his contemplation. Turning around, he saw a young girl of fourteen looking up at him with scared green eyes. Her black hair, messy from sleep, fell to her shoulders and around her ivory-skinned face. She was wearing a silky nightgown and robe, meaning she had probably fallen asleep unintentionally. She opened her mouth to scream and Peter lunged at her.
The girl put up a struggle until he put a cloth of chloroform over her mouth. He had heard it was a very effective muggle trick at making victims unconscious. Deciding he had enough for the night, he conjured a stretcher and walked out this time running back to the alleyway.
"Damn immortal fireplaces. It would be a lot easier if I could use some Floo Powder to get back." Cursing under his breath he ran out, not caring about the open entrance. His only thought was what would happen if he did not get her back to Voldemort before she awoke.