Harry Potter and the Hogwarts Guard
Disclaimer- I own only the plot. JK Rowling owns the HP characters.
A/N The first part I Posted was a Prologue not Chapter 1. Thanks to Ginny :] for beta reading. Please review.
Harry Potter laid awake, not because it was ten minutes until his fifteenth birthday, as you might expect, but because he'd had the dream that had been haunting him all summer. Over and over he saw Cedric on the ground, the Death Eaters surrounding him, the ghostly echoes of his parents. It was beginning to be unbearable. Over and over....
Every time the dream-or more accurately, nightmare-played upon his mind, Harry woke up sweating, breathing hard, having to reassure himself that
everything was all right; that the dream was ONLY a dream. He sat up in bed, fumbling to find his glasses, hoping that he wouldn't wake Dudley, or his sleeping aunt and uncle. If he did there would be hell to pay.
Then he saw several owls float into his room, carrying lage parcels, one was his snowy Hedwig. Another was his best friend Ron's, Pig. The next was a very odd owl indeed, It was blue, like a bright summer sky. The last was obviously a Hogwarts owl. It was a big and powerful tawny. It also bore the Hogwarts crest. The owls dropped their bundles, one by one, upon Harry's duvet.
By now it was well past midnight so he decided to open the one he figured was from Sirius, his godfather, first. He opened it to find bulging bag of dungbombs, several bags of belching powder, a biting teacup, and other gags, and also a card. It said
Dear Harry,
Hope the Muggles are treating you okay, IM off on a job for Dumbledor now but I'll see you soon. I am at Moony's now and he sends his best wishes. Now don't waste these on first years, Snape is always your #1 target.
Your Godfather
Sirius.
It was definitely good to hear Sirius was okay. Harry knew that Sirius was really in constant danger. Almost fifteen years ago Harry's Godfather was imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit. The murders that sent him to Azkaban, the horrible wizard prison, were done by Wormtail, also known as Peter Pettigrew, one of the people he was convicted of slaying. So Harry knew Sirius had to constantly be on the alert. Next he opened the one from Ron. It turned out to be a picture of Harry, Hermione and Ron himself. Like all wizarding pictures it moved.
"Wow, this is great." Harry said to himself. 'Hermione looks really pretty.' He said to himself silently. He'd been getting this feeling often lately.
"Thanks, glad you like it." Said a voice that sounded a lot like Ron. It was Ron. But it was coming not from a human, so to speak, but the picture.
"Wha-? Ron? How did you do this?" Harry asked stunned.
"It's a charm Hermione did. It makes it so I will think and talk like the real me does." He said. It didn't make much sense, but Harry was glad to have someone to talk to.
"I talk to!" Said a pint size Hermione. This made Harry a little uneasy. This would make talking to Ron about "guy" things harder.
"Great," he said smiling," you can help me with my homework. You can't go moving around to much, my aunt and uncle would freak. Feel free to say hi to my mum and dad though." He said as he got out his album.
"I didn't send a card because I didn't need to." Ron said.
"Now open mine!" Said Hermione excitedly. Harry obediently picked up the parcel. { He's whipped huh?} It felt like a stack of bricks. He opened it to find A History of the Game of Quiddich. It was over 3000 pages long.
"Wow! how am I ever gonna get through this? Its great! But really, really big."
"Harry, your dad is in the book, under former England Quiddich captains." Hermione said. "It tells a bit about him too." Harry was stunned. His dad was the national captain.
Finally he looked at what the Hogwarts owl brought. Along with the usual list of books there were two notes one from Hagrid, the gamekeeper that read,
Dear Harry,
How has your summer been? I hope the Muggles are treat'n you all right. I'm back from my job for Dumbledor. This is a Qick-Notes-Quill kind of like the one that awful Skeeter woman used, but this only writes exactly what you say.
Your Pal,
Hagrid
P.S, I told the house elf friend of yours Dobby that you were expected to live on carrots again and he scuttled off quick so I expect he sent you some food or summ't.
Sure enough the last bundle was from Dobby.
Dear Harry Potter,
Dobby miss you very much sir. When I hear you was to live without good food I told the other house elves to help sir, and they send there best wishes. I hope you like. Thank you again for the socks.
Dobby.
At this Harry laughed himself to sleep silently.
Disclaimer- I own only the plot. JK Rowling owns the HP characters.
A/N The first part I Posted was a Prologue not Chapter 1. Thanks to Ginny :] for beta reading. Please review.
Harry Potter laid awake, not because it was ten minutes until his fifteenth birthday, as you might expect, but because he'd had the dream that had been haunting him all summer. Over and over he saw Cedric on the ground, the Death Eaters surrounding him, the ghostly echoes of his parents. It was beginning to be unbearable. Over and over....
Every time the dream-or more accurately, nightmare-played upon his mind, Harry woke up sweating, breathing hard, having to reassure himself that
everything was all right; that the dream was ONLY a dream. He sat up in bed, fumbling to find his glasses, hoping that he wouldn't wake Dudley, or his sleeping aunt and uncle. If he did there would be hell to pay.
Then he saw several owls float into his room, carrying lage parcels, one was his snowy Hedwig. Another was his best friend Ron's, Pig. The next was a very odd owl indeed, It was blue, like a bright summer sky. The last was obviously a Hogwarts owl. It was a big and powerful tawny. It also bore the Hogwarts crest. The owls dropped their bundles, one by one, upon Harry's duvet.
By now it was well past midnight so he decided to open the one he figured was from Sirius, his godfather, first. He opened it to find bulging bag of dungbombs, several bags of belching powder, a biting teacup, and other gags, and also a card. It said
Dear Harry,
Hope the Muggles are treating you okay, IM off on a job for Dumbledor now but I'll see you soon. I am at Moony's now and he sends his best wishes. Now don't waste these on first years, Snape is always your #1 target.
Your Godfather
Sirius.
It was definitely good to hear Sirius was okay. Harry knew that Sirius was really in constant danger. Almost fifteen years ago Harry's Godfather was imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit. The murders that sent him to Azkaban, the horrible wizard prison, were done by Wormtail, also known as Peter Pettigrew, one of the people he was convicted of slaying. So Harry knew Sirius had to constantly be on the alert. Next he opened the one from Ron. It turned out to be a picture of Harry, Hermione and Ron himself. Like all wizarding pictures it moved.
"Wow, this is great." Harry said to himself. 'Hermione looks really pretty.' He said to himself silently. He'd been getting this feeling often lately.
"Thanks, glad you like it." Said a voice that sounded a lot like Ron. It was Ron. But it was coming not from a human, so to speak, but the picture.
"Wha-? Ron? How did you do this?" Harry asked stunned.
"It's a charm Hermione did. It makes it so I will think and talk like the real me does." He said. It didn't make much sense, but Harry was glad to have someone to talk to.
"I talk to!" Said a pint size Hermione. This made Harry a little uneasy. This would make talking to Ron about "guy" things harder.
"Great," he said smiling," you can help me with my homework. You can't go moving around to much, my aunt and uncle would freak. Feel free to say hi to my mum and dad though." He said as he got out his album.
"I didn't send a card because I didn't need to." Ron said.
"Now open mine!" Said Hermione excitedly. Harry obediently picked up the parcel. { He's whipped huh?} It felt like a stack of bricks. He opened it to find A History of the Game of Quiddich. It was over 3000 pages long.
"Wow! how am I ever gonna get through this? Its great! But really, really big."
"Harry, your dad is in the book, under former England Quiddich captains." Hermione said. "It tells a bit about him too." Harry was stunned. His dad was the national captain.
Finally he looked at what the Hogwarts owl brought. Along with the usual list of books there were two notes one from Hagrid, the gamekeeper that read,
Dear Harry,
How has your summer been? I hope the Muggles are treat'n you all right. I'm back from my job for Dumbledor. This is a Qick-Notes-Quill kind of like the one that awful Skeeter woman used, but this only writes exactly what you say.
Your Pal,
Hagrid
P.S, I told the house elf friend of yours Dobby that you were expected to live on carrots again and he scuttled off quick so I expect he sent you some food or summ't.
Sure enough the last bundle was from Dobby.
Dear Harry Potter,
Dobby miss you very much sir. When I hear you was to live without good food I told the other house elves to help sir, and they send there best wishes. I hope you like. Thank you again for the socks.
Dobby.
At this Harry laughed himself to sleep silently.