Harry Potter and the summer to Remember
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The heat from the fireworks and the burning tents had begun to climb into the atmosphere and began to stir up the air convection currents around the camp site and as a result a localised thunderstorm had begun to manifest above them.
All wizards and witches had an elemental affinity, some were aware of it and some not. Elements are emotively bound so the calmer a person was, the less likely their element would appear. However, in this instance with the Death Eaters rampaging around the camp ground, the vast elemental collective of the match watchers had also mixed with the flames, stirring the vast cauldron pot of raw elemental magic up in the air.
All Harry had to do was summon it down. The spell casting of the aurors stopped as the lightning let out a roar which reverberated across the field. Several aurors looked up as the dragon came rushing down from the heavens and drove itself with a thunderous bang right into the ground in between the aurors. However, Harry did not anticipate the amount of exploding grass, earth, stone, pebble, tents and bodies as the lightning spell erupted outwards in a massive shockwave.
Several aurors managed to just about get a shield up to prevent them from the worst of the shockwave. Soon enough after the last visible trace of lightning had vanished, the aurors trained their wands on Harry and his friends. "Wands on the ground."
"For what? You attacked us. Someone give us some answers before this shit escalates and believe me, stray dragon lightning will be the least of the worries." Harry growled.
"Casting dark magic. We received reports on The Dark Mark and a few blood related spells were cast in this vicinity."
Harry sighed "Dark Mark? Never heard of it. Don't know the spell and blood spells? That smells of 'We've just attacked these kids and now we need to pull something out of our assholes to justify it'." Three of the aurors turned purple with outrage.
"How…"
"Dare you? Dare us? Fuck you…If you've got nothing to charge us with send us back to our camp and go and do some proper work, like arresting Death Eaters? Or better yet, eating doughnuts and drinking coffee and jacking off in the office."
"Harry, behave. They're trying to do their job." Snapped Hermione.
"They attacked us Hermione…And our technically holding us hostage." Replied Ron.
They were distracted by a barrage of pops and cracks as Mr. Weasley and several other Ministry Employees appeared even a well-built woman with a strong jaw and a monocle placed over one eye. "That's Madame Bones, Head of DMLE…This is bad." Fred whispered.
"Or very good." Commented Fay, putting her hand into Harry's and effectively calming the barely restrained thunderstorm that was building inside.
"What is going on Bartimeus?" Asked Madame Bones asked turning to the former Head of the DMLE. The stone faced man turned to his counterpart.
"These young people have been found at the scene of serious dark magic…"
Harry sighed "What utter bollocks…This assholes trying to get us arrested for something we didn't do."
"The Public will need results." Snapped Crouch.
"How about your corpse for a result?" Harry snapped. It seemed that the Ministry was led by sheep and money, if one didn't have money time to lay down the law in raw power.
Harry's Stormbird Animagus Form had made him much freer with his emotions, power and abilities. One of said abilities was 'flaring', Harry concentrated on his magical power and slowly began to push it out of his body.
It was faint at first but suddenly green emerald flames, well they appeared to be flames. Rather a child's drawing of fire, but instead of a well-known anime and manga that Harry got into that revolved a lot around screaming and posturing that looked a lot like someone had constipation with similar flames around them except those shades were white and varying shades of gold and you'd have a decent idea of what was beginning to encompass Harry. Crouch, had his wand out only for several wands to be pointed at each other, this tension began to escalate until a crack of thunder echoed overhead and Harry cut his spell. His hair floating off his face revealing the brand that Voldemort had left their fourteen years ago.
Crouch gulped as did several Aurors. Mr. Weasley had a look on his face that Harry hadn't seen before, one of utter fury. Looking intently and the Head of the Weasley Family, he saw a large but disused magical core with ample reserves which were long diminished by lack of use "Any of you try anything, I'll show you what I can do." He stated, his normal jovial nature gone.
Madam Bones stepped forwards "What happened?"
"We went to bed around 2am. We had been partying with the Dunbar's. They were in the tent next to us. Mr. Weasley woke us at around 2:30, telling us to get dressed and run. We had our wands and other weapons out and I told everyone 'shoot to disable', someone fired a curse at us and fired one back. We heard 'Morsmordre', we ran. The dickheads in red started cursing, they shielded and I dropped a powerful lightning spell and we've spent who knows how long listen to Bartimeus Grumpface over there try and pin some bullshit excuses on us to give the aurors an alibi for attacking minors."
Bones nodded "It is Bartimeus Crouch."
Harry snorted "Madam Bones, at this point in time. I couldn't give a toss. I couldn't and wouldn't give a toss if our illustrious Minister showed up demanding everyone be arrested…The reason for my behaviour. I'm on adrenaline, I'm hungover and I'm fucking tired."
Bones nodded "If it's any consolidation we got some of the Death Eaters."
Harry nodded "Unfortunately not enough of them…I'll see everyone later." With that everyone began to head back towards their tents.
"Harry, you'll be coming to the Burrow right?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, not straight away. Gotta make a house call, change and I'll be right over."
"A Housecall?" Ginny asked curiously.
"Knocking on someone's house to check they're okay. Have to see a Moon-Wolf and his Dog, if they've been fed and walked and are still alive. Since this one doesn't trust their cooking skills."
Hermione giggled "You referring to Padfoot and Professor Lupin…I thought Lupin would be able to at least cook."
"Well? Enough variance? So yeah, I'll be over around 1ish?"
Mr. Weasley nodded "That'll be fine. Molly will be glad to see you. Will you be staying the summer?"
"Don't know. Depends. Hopefully would like to stay a few days at least, possibly on the day of the book run." Harry replied as hugged Fay. They had by now arrived outside their tent, the fire was smouldering but none of them were feeling the slightest bit sleepy.
"Coffee?"
No-one really slept that night and with throbbing heads, pale faces, clammy skin, bloodshot eyes at best they managed to dose. Well that was Fay, Harry, Bill and Charlie. Soon enough 7am rolled around, when Harry got up, cracked his back and stretched, he discreetly summoned his bag and with a nod to Bill and Charlie, with a kiss to Fay's forehead he disapparated.
Fay at that moment grunted and sat up in the camping chair she was sat in "He's gone?"
"Yeah. Apparated away…When did he learn to do that? Is that even legal?"
"Summer, yes and yes. Anyway, I have to go. My parents will want to me to call in about now." With that she too apparated away, albeit louder than Harry but not too loud. Out of the two, Harry sounded like fingers snapping, and Fay was more of a hand clap.
(Harry)
Sirius and Remus had just finished washing up from the night before, when Harry apparated in. He looked awful "Fun time?"
"Alright. Made money, Death Eaters attacked, Aurors tried to arrest us…Kinda lost my temper. Mrs. Weasley is going to expect me over there and more than likely keep me detained over the rest of the Holidays…Now you two okay?"
"Yeah, we managed to survive…We used that chicken recipe you left us."
Harry nodded "Okay. Now, have you guys eaten? I'm fucking starving."
They hadn't so soon enough the three of them were sitting down to a Full English as the paper arrived. On the front page was an entire piece about the Dark Mark, it was informative if only slightly mostly bollocks. Harry got the proper meaning of it from Sirius and Remus, checking the time and apparated out and heading to the Weasley's.
That reunion was…cold to say the least. Mainly because due to Mrs. Weasley saw Harry apparate straight onto the property.
(Flashback)
Harry, landed with a crack and stumbled. Slightly as Mrs. Weasley was feeding the Twins, who were de-gnoming the garden. "Harry! My so glad to see you…How did you get here? I thought Arthur was coming to pick you up." She looked at him and sniffed.
Contrary to common belief Mrs. Weasley whilst not powerful magically had a certain credence towards sensory skills and spells revolving around movement. Harry was certain, he wouldn't want to be caught by her banishing spells, where his were certain to put the person above and beyond the target, she could probably stop a ghoul or any assortment of aquatic pets and pests with ease. This was due to the fact of magical power against resistance both magical, physical, mass, speed, acceleration and other assortments of factors needing to be calibrated for.
(End Flashback)
Ears ringing, head throbbing, Harry then found himself being subjected to a back breaking hug. He definitely felt something crack and pop, and he managed to hug back. When Mrs. Weasley let him go he managed to gasp.
"Can…apparate…am…legal…Loopholes…gotta…love…'em. Anyway, how are you? I'm sorry I didn't come straight back as planned, I needed to check on two people like my recently cleared Godfather and Uncle. So after checking they were alive, I needed something to eat before I came here."
Molly nodded "Please come in, have a seat. Have some more breakfast. Did you bring everything?"
"I have enough for a week. Then I'd planned to floo, get my stuff, floo back and meet you here for transporting to Kings Cross. Moony wanted to show me a couple of spells, he's found useful."
Mrs. Weasley looked slightly put out but her smile came back "We'll be glad to have you."
Harry grinned, at her and with that normalcy had resumed. However, deep down it wouldn't be apparent at least not until term began that something and irrevocably changed between the Trio. The holiday had passed quickly, Ron had predictably left his homework until the last minute and throwing him a small bone, Harry gave him ideas on where he could take his essay. Hermione had given him a look.
"What?"
"What about your homework? Aren't…"
Harry bristled "Don't insinuate anything Hermione. My homework is done and this time it done reasonably well. I don't need you to check it, I've already sent it to Hogwarts."
Hermione pouted, let out a sigh "Don't blame me if you score lower than you think."
Harry's eyes flashed "Don't assume anything Hermione. Just because I have displayed less attention to academics does not mean that I can change my attitude. Besides if I hadn't changed wouldn't I be now slaving over the table with Ron?"
Hermione stopped, Harry had a point "True."
Just then Ron let out a whoop of joy "That's that one sorted. Now onto the next. Harry, can I see what you put?"
"Nope…Already sent in." Ron turned almost purple. Where was the friend who let him copy his work!
"What's the point in being a friend if friends don't help each other…" He muttered as he turned to his transfiguration homework.
"Because it's not worth the trouble we get into if they realise you or I essentially copied each other." Harry responded deadpan. "Ron buckle down and maybe we'll be able to fly."
Ron cheered up at that and by early evening. Ron had managed to finish DADA, History, Transfiguration and Charms. Yes they weren't as good as they could have been but they were done. By the Tuesday afternoon, three days into Harry's visit Ron had finished. Harry had amused himself by spending time with Bill and Charlie, learning and explaining some of the things he had seen whilst he had been in America and in return they had taught him some of the incantations for reading ward sequences and creature moods.
The book run was a success and with a chance meeting with Fay, alerted Harry to the fact that he needed dress robes. After pulling a quick excuse along the lines of 'House Potter business' Harry got away and came away with a smart set of black and purple dress robes with the Potter crest adorning the robes. Soon enough the holidays ended and everyone was scrambling onto the Hogwarts express.