To All thanks for the comments. I hope I can live up to your
expectations.though I could use some help. Just so you know The Prologue
and the rest of the story are done in different ways. From here on out
It'll be more casual, as opposed to before where it was more formal and
like some old guy reading from some fairy tale book. Well I'm really having
some early problems writing this. PLEASE I NEED BETA READERS! I really have
no idea where to take this story and I need some help! Even better I could
use a co-writer to help bounce around ideas. Please e-mail me if you're
interested. I don't own HP, just this idea.
So here it is.
***
The Legacy of the Pendragons
Beta Chapter 2- Oh no.
"Now listen here boy." Harry felt the grip on his collar tighten as his Uncle growled into his ear. His mustache tickled his ear and he struggled not to swat it away.
"Aunt Marge will be coming here while we're away. She won't be here until 7. So make sure the house is immaculate! If she so much as comments on the way the house looks, I will know about it! No funny business! Do you understand?" He shook Harry repeatedly.
"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry sighed, and his Uncle released him to the floor.
And with that Harry's relatives left the house with a slam of the door and a slight screeching of the tires. He lay down on the couch and turned on the tv. Something he had never before done, at least without consequences. It felt good to relax, doing something which seemed normal to some, but odd to Harry. He watched the news, as opposed to listening in secret, watching for any unusual deaths or happenings. But there, as usual, was nothing to be reported. Again Harry marveled in the fact that he had the house to himself even for a short while. It was only by sheer coincidence of conflicting schedules that he had this time alone in the house. But then time alone always left time for Harry to think. And always his mind would remember the past year. But they all ended up to the events that happened not too long ago.
"Dammit."
He had tried to forget, to move on. And he had done rather well. He had stopped crying after the first week home, but the pain still lingered. He would wake in the night to find his pillow damp with tears he'd shed in his sleep.
No matter what Harry did, it all reminded him of his godfather, Sirius Black, convicted murderer, and his only link to his father and mother. He fought and died to save him, while Harry believed he was saving him.
'It's my fault."
Harry's mind wandered to Snape, mentally berating himself for letting personal feelings get in the way. What if he hadn't seen into his pensieve? Would that have made a difference? An answer Harry wished he knew. Had he only practiced his occlumency, Sirius would be alive. A thought that permeated through Harry's mind despite recalling Dumbledore's reassurances; that Tom Riddle was probably the most powerful wizard when it came to occlumency, and that Harry would have stood little chance against him.
'But we had better try anyway.' He remembered the old headmaster saying to him.
Harry rose from the stiff couch and found solace in his room. He could not enjoy freedom if his mind remained chained down. He knew Sirius wouldn't want him to be like this. He'd want him to live on, and stick with it; to grow up and defeat Voldemort.
He knew what was expected of him. He knew what he was supposed to do, but he couldn't. There were too many questions he didn't answers to.
He needed something.
He needed to find his own answers.
***
The dishes were done, carpet vacuumed and the whole house dusted. Harry had purposely kept at a slow methodical pace, to pass the time and look like he was being productive when she arrived. That and it kept his mind occupied. He had managed to keep his mind on his work, and not on the past. He surprised himself when he discovered he was most relaxed when doing what he hated most.
Like clockwork, when the grandfather clock sounded for the 7th hour, he heard the rustling of keys, and the distinct sound of the door unlocking and opening. His kept his gaze down and stopped straightening out pictures.
"Well boy, it seems you have been placed unfortunately under my care for the time being.Your Uncle Vernon did say to make sure I kept you in line and I intended to do so. Should be at the St. Brutus's place all year round I say."
She rounded off the last sentence making her way into the kitchen before yelling at him to fetch her luggage.
"Yes Aunt Marge." He replied feigning obedience.
He stepped outside, deeply inhaling the night air, summoning his strength to carry her luggage, which fill her Mini to the brim. He could see that she definitely needed her car charmed to fit more. The passenger side window was down to make more room for a suitcase. He was instantly relived however when he realized that her dog was nowhere to be seen. He had always thought of that dog as the muggle answer to Mrs. Norris. He opened the door to the car and pushed his sleeves up, mentally preparing himself for a smoker of a workout.
"Well Harry's here's a chance to get those muscles you always wanted."
Just as he was bout to life the first suitcase out of the car, he felt a cold shiver and he felt a wave of sadness pass through him. He rubbed his arms and wondered since the nights had grown warmer. He reached for the suitcase again and he felt it, stronger this time. Stronger and.familiar.
"Dementors."
He reached for his wand, but never got a hold of it.
"Hey! Boy, bring my luggage!"
And the cold was gone. Like it was the breeze he had first suspected it to be.
"Coming."
He pulled the first suitcase out and with the weight of that, the rest had seemed light. Aunt Marge had dismissed him to his room without food since he had to be told twice to do as she ordered and because he had taken so long.
Harry sat at his desk, not bothering to stop thinking again about the past two years.
A familiar cold chill passed through him again, despite the window being closed. He pulled out his robes from his trunk and threw them on as they had warming charm on them. He pulled his wand out and set it on his desk. He knew she wouldn't let him outside for anything, so he couldn't confirm his suspicions. Then again, one of the Order was out their keeping an eye on him. He shouldn't have to worry about anything.
As if on cue the chill gripped him again and this time did not let go.
"Boy! Go turn on the heater! It's freezing in.ahhh." And a large thud followed her sigh.
"Oh shit!"
His hand white knuckled around his wand and he bolted down the stairs, finding his Aunt curled up on the floor, muttering senselessly. He ran out the door and found the source. He shuddered at the sight.
"S-so many."
He could not count their numbers but they hid the night sky from sight and the feeling of despair was far stronger than what he had faced before. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't take them all on at once!
'I have to. I have to try. For Sirius.'
"Expecto Patronum!"
A small portion fled at the silver stag only to have the gap filled in by another group of the black hooded dementors.
"Not good.shit, isn't someone supposed to be watching out for me!?!" he cried out.
He cast the patronus spell as many times as he could but there was no end to the dark shadows.
"I could really go for some chocolate right now." he whispered in a final bid of humor.
Harry was surrounded. He was going to be kissed, becoming the boy who's now a vegetable. But he gave his all and that's what counted. He had never cast so many patronus spells. He felt like he was casting it for the first time. He felt tired, and his scar felt like it was going to burst. He figured the adrenaline must have masked the pain. It felt like he was dueling with Voldemort again. Like his head was going to burst and his scar would split in two.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
sorry so short and crappy guys.hopefully inspiration will hit me sooner and I'll have nice long chap up for ya next time
So here it is.
***
The Legacy of the Pendragons
Beta Chapter 2- Oh no.
"Now listen here boy." Harry felt the grip on his collar tighten as his Uncle growled into his ear. His mustache tickled his ear and he struggled not to swat it away.
"Aunt Marge will be coming here while we're away. She won't be here until 7. So make sure the house is immaculate! If she so much as comments on the way the house looks, I will know about it! No funny business! Do you understand?" He shook Harry repeatedly.
"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry sighed, and his Uncle released him to the floor.
And with that Harry's relatives left the house with a slam of the door and a slight screeching of the tires. He lay down on the couch and turned on the tv. Something he had never before done, at least without consequences. It felt good to relax, doing something which seemed normal to some, but odd to Harry. He watched the news, as opposed to listening in secret, watching for any unusual deaths or happenings. But there, as usual, was nothing to be reported. Again Harry marveled in the fact that he had the house to himself even for a short while. It was only by sheer coincidence of conflicting schedules that he had this time alone in the house. But then time alone always left time for Harry to think. And always his mind would remember the past year. But they all ended up to the events that happened not too long ago.
"Dammit."
He had tried to forget, to move on. And he had done rather well. He had stopped crying after the first week home, but the pain still lingered. He would wake in the night to find his pillow damp with tears he'd shed in his sleep.
No matter what Harry did, it all reminded him of his godfather, Sirius Black, convicted murderer, and his only link to his father and mother. He fought and died to save him, while Harry believed he was saving him.
'It's my fault."
Harry's mind wandered to Snape, mentally berating himself for letting personal feelings get in the way. What if he hadn't seen into his pensieve? Would that have made a difference? An answer Harry wished he knew. Had he only practiced his occlumency, Sirius would be alive. A thought that permeated through Harry's mind despite recalling Dumbledore's reassurances; that Tom Riddle was probably the most powerful wizard when it came to occlumency, and that Harry would have stood little chance against him.
'But we had better try anyway.' He remembered the old headmaster saying to him.
Harry rose from the stiff couch and found solace in his room. He could not enjoy freedom if his mind remained chained down. He knew Sirius wouldn't want him to be like this. He'd want him to live on, and stick with it; to grow up and defeat Voldemort.
He knew what was expected of him. He knew what he was supposed to do, but he couldn't. There were too many questions he didn't answers to.
He needed something.
He needed to find his own answers.
***
The dishes were done, carpet vacuumed and the whole house dusted. Harry had purposely kept at a slow methodical pace, to pass the time and look like he was being productive when she arrived. That and it kept his mind occupied. He had managed to keep his mind on his work, and not on the past. He surprised himself when he discovered he was most relaxed when doing what he hated most.
Like clockwork, when the grandfather clock sounded for the 7th hour, he heard the rustling of keys, and the distinct sound of the door unlocking and opening. His kept his gaze down and stopped straightening out pictures.
"Well boy, it seems you have been placed unfortunately under my care for the time being.Your Uncle Vernon did say to make sure I kept you in line and I intended to do so. Should be at the St. Brutus's place all year round I say."
She rounded off the last sentence making her way into the kitchen before yelling at him to fetch her luggage.
"Yes Aunt Marge." He replied feigning obedience.
He stepped outside, deeply inhaling the night air, summoning his strength to carry her luggage, which fill her Mini to the brim. He could see that she definitely needed her car charmed to fit more. The passenger side window was down to make more room for a suitcase. He was instantly relived however when he realized that her dog was nowhere to be seen. He had always thought of that dog as the muggle answer to Mrs. Norris. He opened the door to the car and pushed his sleeves up, mentally preparing himself for a smoker of a workout.
"Well Harry's here's a chance to get those muscles you always wanted."
Just as he was bout to life the first suitcase out of the car, he felt a cold shiver and he felt a wave of sadness pass through him. He rubbed his arms and wondered since the nights had grown warmer. He reached for the suitcase again and he felt it, stronger this time. Stronger and.familiar.
"Dementors."
He reached for his wand, but never got a hold of it.
"Hey! Boy, bring my luggage!"
And the cold was gone. Like it was the breeze he had first suspected it to be.
"Coming."
He pulled the first suitcase out and with the weight of that, the rest had seemed light. Aunt Marge had dismissed him to his room without food since he had to be told twice to do as she ordered and because he had taken so long.
Harry sat at his desk, not bothering to stop thinking again about the past two years.
A familiar cold chill passed through him again, despite the window being closed. He pulled out his robes from his trunk and threw them on as they had warming charm on them. He pulled his wand out and set it on his desk. He knew she wouldn't let him outside for anything, so he couldn't confirm his suspicions. Then again, one of the Order was out their keeping an eye on him. He shouldn't have to worry about anything.
As if on cue the chill gripped him again and this time did not let go.
"Boy! Go turn on the heater! It's freezing in.ahhh." And a large thud followed her sigh.
"Oh shit!"
His hand white knuckled around his wand and he bolted down the stairs, finding his Aunt curled up on the floor, muttering senselessly. He ran out the door and found the source. He shuddered at the sight.
"S-so many."
He could not count their numbers but they hid the night sky from sight and the feeling of despair was far stronger than what he had faced before. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't take them all on at once!
'I have to. I have to try. For Sirius.'
"Expecto Patronum!"
A small portion fled at the silver stag only to have the gap filled in by another group of the black hooded dementors.
"Not good.shit, isn't someone supposed to be watching out for me!?!" he cried out.
He cast the patronus spell as many times as he could but there was no end to the dark shadows.
"I could really go for some chocolate right now." he whispered in a final bid of humor.
Harry was surrounded. He was going to be kissed, becoming the boy who's now a vegetable. But he gave his all and that's what counted. He had never cast so many patronus spells. He felt like he was casting it for the first time. He felt tired, and his scar felt like it was going to burst. He figured the adrenaline must have masked the pain. It felt like he was dueling with Voldemort again. Like his head was going to burst and his scar would split in two.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
sorry so short and crappy guys.hopefully inspiration will hit me sooner and I'll have nice long chap up for ya next time