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I only own the plot and some characters; I don't own Harry and co.
The Mark of Merlin
By: Kakole
Chapter Two: Modern History
Through the millennia many things changed, that is everything but the initial friendship remained as strong as when they were just started. Many of the extended descendants died off, but the main line went on until a Dark Wizard by the name of Tom Riddle, or better yet Voldermort. It was now summertime and many children were rejoicing the fact that they didn't have homework, or classes to go to. They were basking in the warmth of the sun, playing in pools, working at jobs and earning some extra cash; but one of their number wasn't having a good go of it. In fact, he had never had a good summer, or a good life for that matter. His name was Harry Potter, and he was a wizard. Unlike all of the magical, he had amassed a great deal of power at a young age, and that fact drove his relatives to anger because they hated magic, and what's worse is that they hated him for having strong magic (I know that sounds kinda weird but stick with it.) In fact, Harry was currently trying to figure out which world was worse. Things in the non-magical world were difficult to put it mildly, his relatives hated him, but aside from them the lives of muggles were relatively peaceful and easy. At least with the muggles, Harry knew where he stood. Whereas in the Wizarding World things were a lot better for Harry at least, but with every good aspect there were a couple bad ones. The five years that Harry spent in the Wizarding World had not been easy. Harry discovered that his parents had been killed when he was just one year old, by the most infamous and powerful wizards in the books, Lord Voldemort, instead of dying in a car crash. Then he found out that he had escaped him, but with a souvenir of Voldemort's curse, a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Ever since Harry had gotten his letter of acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he had five adventure packed years behind him, where he had encountered Voldemort once each time and come out alive. His most recent year, his fifth year, Harry had played an unwilling role in retrieving a prophecy that Voldermort wanted. Thankfully, the prophecy broke before he could get his hands on it, but the end result had been the untimely death of his godfather, Sirius Black. Harry was distraught, and he didn't want to tell his friends about the prophecy because he didn't want to place them in harms way. So, this is how Harry was spending his holidays, he was mourning. Although Harry was a hero at his school and in the wizarding world, here, at 4 Privet Drive, the Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley, his closest relatives, treated him like no more than dirt. When Harry stumbled into the house, covered in sweat, dirt and manure, he did not receive a pat on the back, nor an offering of ice cold lemonade, but a shrill cry from his aunt and a reprimand from his beefy Uncle Vernon to stop tracking dirt into the house. And Harry wished that he didn't have kin like the Dursleys. After being home for two weeks, he had an epiphany of sorts, Harry realized that Dumbledore only saw him as a weapon, that the wizarding world only saw him as a savior, and that once the prophecy was fulfilled he would either be dead or discarded. As a result, Harry wanted out; he realized that he would need a proper wizarding education in order to protect himself, but aside from that, he wasn't sure that he wanted anything to do with world that had caused him so much grief. Then after another week, the answer to his problems came in the form of a will, Sirius' will to be exact.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Due to the fact the Peter Pettigrew was apprehended and testified that he was in fact the Potter's secret keeper, the holds on Sirius accounts have been lifted. His status as your legal guardian were also reestablished, but since he is recently deceased all his personal wealth has been transferred over to you as you were his only heir. Furthermore, following his last will, you are now a legal adult. All laws, taxes, and rights are now afforded to you. Please come to our Diagon Alley location so that we may discuss your property and stock options. We hope to do business with you in the near future, and we send our condolences for your loss.
Sincerely,
Griphook of Diagon Alley Gringotts
After reading the letter, Harry was stunned and a little depressed. Seeing the actual will would reinforce the fact that he would never get to see Sirius again until his own death, and that fact alone broke his heart further. However, Sirius was able to help Harry more than anyone else in his short life. He had freed him from the Dursley's and that fact didn't escape him. Harry was taken from his thoughts when he heard his aunt Petunia screech "Boy, get down here, and make supper.NOW!" Harry smiled to himself as he made his way downstairs, with his wand in hand. As he made his way into the kitchen, he saw his relatives sitting at the kitchen table watching television. Once again he was reminded of their laziness, their willingness to make him into an obedient house-elf and he realized that they didn't care about him at all, only the protection he afforded them. He made up his mind, and this would be the last day that he ever spent at Privet Drive. Harry watched them for several minutes while they actively ignored him, usually this type of action would have made him happy, but there was something he wanted from them, answers.
It was his aunt Petunia that noticed the change in her nephew, usually he would be bustling around the kitchen trying to finish his task and avoid them, but today he was just leaning against the counter watching them, and if her eyes didn't deceive her, he was carrying his wand. She knew that something was wrong, so she tapped Vernon on his shoulder and pointed at her wretched nephew. He looked up from his program and angrily said "Boy, if you want to be fed, get started." Harry snickered and replied "I won't be doing your cooking or cleaning anymore, I suggest that you ask your wife to get to work if you want to eat." Now Vernon was staring at Harry, the program they had been watching was forgotten, and all eyes were on Vernon's face which was going through a multitude of colors. Vernon started sputtering "You will do as I say, or I will lock you in your cupboard." but he wasn't given the opportunity to finish because Harry interrupted him. "Hush muggle, you will do no such thing, I am a legal adult now and I won't be staying here any longer than I have to. In fact the only reason I am here is to ask your wife a question." After saying that, Harry took out his wand. Vernon looked scared but happy, and said "You can't leave, your protected here; so you had better put that thing away or you will be expelled." "That's where you're wrong; I am here to protect you in a way. I have faced the man that has tried to kill me five times now and I am still alive, and as far as being expelled is concerned I have no fear because the whole wizarding world is relying on me to rid the world of old Voldermort." The Dursley's were too afraid to say anything, so they remained silent. "The question that I have for you aunt Petunia is this, why do you hate me so much?" There was a pause, and then his aunt said "I don't hate you." Again there was a pause, "Well, if you don't hate me why have you treated me like dirt for the past 15 years.you know what, now that I think about it, I don't even care anymore.I suggest that you move because without me here the blood protection that protected you will disappear.you have all treated me like a slave but I wish death upon no one.you have been warned." After saying that, Harry went up to his room and started packing.
Oh, and reviews and betas are always welcome. Later
Kakole
I only own the plot and some characters; I don't own Harry and co.
The Mark of Merlin
By: Kakole
Chapter Two: Modern History
Through the millennia many things changed, that is everything but the initial friendship remained as strong as when they were just started. Many of the extended descendants died off, but the main line went on until a Dark Wizard by the name of Tom Riddle, or better yet Voldermort. It was now summertime and many children were rejoicing the fact that they didn't have homework, or classes to go to. They were basking in the warmth of the sun, playing in pools, working at jobs and earning some extra cash; but one of their number wasn't having a good go of it. In fact, he had never had a good summer, or a good life for that matter. His name was Harry Potter, and he was a wizard. Unlike all of the magical, he had amassed a great deal of power at a young age, and that fact drove his relatives to anger because they hated magic, and what's worse is that they hated him for having strong magic (I know that sounds kinda weird but stick with it.) In fact, Harry was currently trying to figure out which world was worse. Things in the non-magical world were difficult to put it mildly, his relatives hated him, but aside from them the lives of muggles were relatively peaceful and easy. At least with the muggles, Harry knew where he stood. Whereas in the Wizarding World things were a lot better for Harry at least, but with every good aspect there were a couple bad ones. The five years that Harry spent in the Wizarding World had not been easy. Harry discovered that his parents had been killed when he was just one year old, by the most infamous and powerful wizards in the books, Lord Voldemort, instead of dying in a car crash. Then he found out that he had escaped him, but with a souvenir of Voldemort's curse, a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Ever since Harry had gotten his letter of acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he had five adventure packed years behind him, where he had encountered Voldemort once each time and come out alive. His most recent year, his fifth year, Harry had played an unwilling role in retrieving a prophecy that Voldermort wanted. Thankfully, the prophecy broke before he could get his hands on it, but the end result had been the untimely death of his godfather, Sirius Black. Harry was distraught, and he didn't want to tell his friends about the prophecy because he didn't want to place them in harms way. So, this is how Harry was spending his holidays, he was mourning. Although Harry was a hero at his school and in the wizarding world, here, at 4 Privet Drive, the Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley, his closest relatives, treated him like no more than dirt. When Harry stumbled into the house, covered in sweat, dirt and manure, he did not receive a pat on the back, nor an offering of ice cold lemonade, but a shrill cry from his aunt and a reprimand from his beefy Uncle Vernon to stop tracking dirt into the house. And Harry wished that he didn't have kin like the Dursleys. After being home for two weeks, he had an epiphany of sorts, Harry realized that Dumbledore only saw him as a weapon, that the wizarding world only saw him as a savior, and that once the prophecy was fulfilled he would either be dead or discarded. As a result, Harry wanted out; he realized that he would need a proper wizarding education in order to protect himself, but aside from that, he wasn't sure that he wanted anything to do with world that had caused him so much grief. Then after another week, the answer to his problems came in the form of a will, Sirius' will to be exact.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Due to the fact the Peter Pettigrew was apprehended and testified that he was in fact the Potter's secret keeper, the holds on Sirius accounts have been lifted. His status as your legal guardian were also reestablished, but since he is recently deceased all his personal wealth has been transferred over to you as you were his only heir. Furthermore, following his last will, you are now a legal adult. All laws, taxes, and rights are now afforded to you. Please come to our Diagon Alley location so that we may discuss your property and stock options. We hope to do business with you in the near future, and we send our condolences for your loss.
Sincerely,
Griphook of Diagon Alley Gringotts
After reading the letter, Harry was stunned and a little depressed. Seeing the actual will would reinforce the fact that he would never get to see Sirius again until his own death, and that fact alone broke his heart further. However, Sirius was able to help Harry more than anyone else in his short life. He had freed him from the Dursley's and that fact didn't escape him. Harry was taken from his thoughts when he heard his aunt Petunia screech "Boy, get down here, and make supper.NOW!" Harry smiled to himself as he made his way downstairs, with his wand in hand. As he made his way into the kitchen, he saw his relatives sitting at the kitchen table watching television. Once again he was reminded of their laziness, their willingness to make him into an obedient house-elf and he realized that they didn't care about him at all, only the protection he afforded them. He made up his mind, and this would be the last day that he ever spent at Privet Drive. Harry watched them for several minutes while they actively ignored him, usually this type of action would have made him happy, but there was something he wanted from them, answers.
It was his aunt Petunia that noticed the change in her nephew, usually he would be bustling around the kitchen trying to finish his task and avoid them, but today he was just leaning against the counter watching them, and if her eyes didn't deceive her, he was carrying his wand. She knew that something was wrong, so she tapped Vernon on his shoulder and pointed at her wretched nephew. He looked up from his program and angrily said "Boy, if you want to be fed, get started." Harry snickered and replied "I won't be doing your cooking or cleaning anymore, I suggest that you ask your wife to get to work if you want to eat." Now Vernon was staring at Harry, the program they had been watching was forgotten, and all eyes were on Vernon's face which was going through a multitude of colors. Vernon started sputtering "You will do as I say, or I will lock you in your cupboard." but he wasn't given the opportunity to finish because Harry interrupted him. "Hush muggle, you will do no such thing, I am a legal adult now and I won't be staying here any longer than I have to. In fact the only reason I am here is to ask your wife a question." After saying that, Harry took out his wand. Vernon looked scared but happy, and said "You can't leave, your protected here; so you had better put that thing away or you will be expelled." "That's where you're wrong; I am here to protect you in a way. I have faced the man that has tried to kill me five times now and I am still alive, and as far as being expelled is concerned I have no fear because the whole wizarding world is relying on me to rid the world of old Voldermort." The Dursley's were too afraid to say anything, so they remained silent. "The question that I have for you aunt Petunia is this, why do you hate me so much?" There was a pause, and then his aunt said "I don't hate you." Again there was a pause, "Well, if you don't hate me why have you treated me like dirt for the past 15 years.you know what, now that I think about it, I don't even care anymore.I suggest that you move because without me here the blood protection that protected you will disappear.you have all treated me like a slave but I wish death upon no one.you have been warned." After saying that, Harry went up to his room and started packing.
Oh, and reviews and betas are always welcome. Later
Kakole