Harry Potter and the
Black Days of Bolderwesh
Year 5 At Hogwarts
Chapter 4: Reliving the World Cup
Harry shook his head several times as he looked around his room. His bed was a mess; he was sitting on a crumpled heap of blankets and sheets with pieces of his ceiling mixed in. The window had been shattered, the window frame completely destroyed. Shards of glass and bits of wood littered his floor. The floor itself remained intact, however, and Harry hoped what was underneath the floor was as well. Dudley's old broken toys and other possessions were destroyed even further, even his former mint-condition books. The closet door hung on one hinge, creaking as the breeze blew it back and forth. Hedwig's cage lay sideways on the floor, empty with its door hanging open.
Harry got off of his bed and began to inspect his belongings under the floorboard. His Hogwarts trunk and everything in it was all right, even the invisibility cloak. His broom, the food parcels, books, all of it was fine. He looked out of the window hoping to see Hedwig, but couldn't spot even one bird in the sky.
He didn't remember hearing an explosion or anything breaking when he arrived in his room. "It couldn't have been me, but who would have done this," Harry pondered as he scratched nose absentmindedly. He walked over to the door and kicked it open since the doorknob was lying a few feet away on a pile of the remains of a toy truck. The rest of the second floor of the Dursley home looked peaceful, Aunt Petunia's almost neurotic housekeeping still showed.
As he walked down the stairs and to the living room, he noticed immediately that something was wrong. No televisions were blaring; no horrid cooking smells were wafting. Creeping towards the kitchen, he saw a disaster, much like the one he found in his room. Pots, pans, eating utensils, and various dented cans were strewn about the room. The refrigerator door was open, leaving the food to spoil and the actual icebox to hum incessantly.
Shaking his head and muttering to himself, Harry ventured to the living room. Oddly enough, this room was left alone. As with the upstairs, it was easy to tell that Aunt Petunia had just recently cleaned. However, the strangest part was that none of the Dursley's seemed to be home. The house was quiet, peaceful, and even pleasant to live in. Something had to be amiss.
Harry sat down on an easy chair to think for a few moments. Where could they be, he thought. Harry searched through the dining room, the bathroom, and even the cupboard that used to be his bedroom. Nary a Dursley was found. Finally, Harry decided to go out into the backyard. The Dursley's had a small yard (fenced in, of course) where occasional guests were entertained and where Aunt Petunia often crept around to have a listen into the lives of the neighbors. Through the door to the yard went Harry, hoping to find at least a trace of the Dursleys. Even though they were horrid to him, Harry had to at least care about their whereabouts. Something about an old magic that Dumbledore once mentioned…
As his foot was about to step on the grass, Harry was shot back into the house and onto his knees by a jolt of energy. His scar was shooting; the pain was a worse one than he'd had recently, perhaps even a year. Rubbing his forehead, he picked himself up with a grimace. Slowly he made his way towards the door and instead of stepping out, he surveyed the yard from the threshold.
When Harry saw the mess and state of Uncle Vernon and Dudley, he was speechless. The two male Dursleys were unconscious, bound, and gagged. Uncle Vernon had a trickle of blood running from a gash in his forehead. Dudley looked bruised, but the purple blotches could have been jelly stains from a doughnut sneaked behind the parental back.
Harry saw that both Dudley and Uncle Vernon had a black spot on the forehead about the size of an American silver dollar. When he looked as close as he could without stepping over the doorframe, the worst was realized. The black spot was actually the Dark Mark, the skull and the snake. The tattooed Dark Mark was so worrying that Harry completely forgot about looking for Aunt Petunia. "Voldemort, Voldemort. Which of his minions did this I wonder. Dumbledore said there was an old magic here, how could they --" Harry muttered before he was surprised out of his wits by a hand on his shoulder.
Harry whipped around to see the owner of the hand. By the look of the uniform it was an official from the Ministry of Magic, Muggle Affairs division. He seemed to be their boss as his robe had the imprint of a golden wand, which the others lacked. 3 others accompanied the wizard; all dressed the same, carrying their black Ministry wands.
"Harry, m'boy, what's going on here? Don't tell me you've been doing magic to hurt your family, here," said the first wizard. "I am Agent Grimes, head of the Muggle Injury Department."
"Er...Agent Grimes, if you would come take a l-l-look you'd see something you probably haven't seen since the Quidditch World Cup, if you were there that is," said Harry, clearly nervous.
"Well son, I was not there but I certainly know all that went on down there. Agent Molloy! Step up now," barked Agent Grimes.
A heavyset wizard with a receding blonde hairline and thick green glasses took his place next to Agent Grimes, ringing his robe sleeves in his sweaty hands. "Y-yes, sir?"
"Hm, yes, Molloy. Now, tell Harry here about any of the important happenings of the Cup that you told me," grumbled Agent Grimes.
Agent Molloy fidgeted with his glasses for a moment before launching into his explanation of what happened at the World Cup. Harry didn't interrupt but waited anxiously for him to mention the appearance of the Dark Mark. There wasn't a moment to spare, Dumbledore had to be notified although he might have known already, Sirius, Ron, Hermione, there were many things to do and these Agents weren't listening to anything but a dull recount of the World Cup.
Finally Agent Molloy said, "And after that silly business with the Dark Mark and the Muggle family was over, we --"
"There you go!" exclaimed Harry. "If you'd for once listen and come see what happened, you would be more worried than you are now." Without another word, Harry pointed to the open yard door and stepped by it. "You can try to go through if you'd like but there may still be a barrier there that threw me back and didn't let me through," said Harry sharply.
"A magical barrier, you say?" asked Agent Grimes suspiciously. "Appears you know a lot about advance ma-"
Agent Grimes stopped in his tracks, a few centimeters away from the grass. His eyes sat on Dudley and Uncle Vernon, particularly the marks on their foreheads. Agent Molloy walked slowly to Agent Grimes' side and when he too saw the Dark Mark he could only mutter "S-s-sir, s-s-sir…"
The other two agents hung back, they seemed to be trainees. Harry looked at them and noticed that one looked very familiar, although he couldn't figure out from where.
Back in Harry's bedroom, a cloaked wizard was poking through the debris, clearly looking for something. With a chuckle he muttered, "Those Ministry wizards will be swarming the place soon, but they have no idea who they're dealing with…."
A/N: I'm back!! Sorry, sorry, sorry it took me so long to update, the site hasn't been working for a while for me. ;) Well, this is short but I had to get something out. Next update will be soon, since hopefully, FF.net will be working for me for a while. Please R/R, you know how I am… J
Disclaimer: All belongs to J.K. Rowling except the characters not mentioned in the Harry Potter series itself.
Black Days of Bolderwesh
Year 5 At Hogwarts
Chapter 4: Reliving the World Cup
Harry shook his head several times as he looked around his room. His bed was a mess; he was sitting on a crumpled heap of blankets and sheets with pieces of his ceiling mixed in. The window had been shattered, the window frame completely destroyed. Shards of glass and bits of wood littered his floor. The floor itself remained intact, however, and Harry hoped what was underneath the floor was as well. Dudley's old broken toys and other possessions were destroyed even further, even his former mint-condition books. The closet door hung on one hinge, creaking as the breeze blew it back and forth. Hedwig's cage lay sideways on the floor, empty with its door hanging open.
Harry got off of his bed and began to inspect his belongings under the floorboard. His Hogwarts trunk and everything in it was all right, even the invisibility cloak. His broom, the food parcels, books, all of it was fine. He looked out of the window hoping to see Hedwig, but couldn't spot even one bird in the sky.
He didn't remember hearing an explosion or anything breaking when he arrived in his room. "It couldn't have been me, but who would have done this," Harry pondered as he scratched nose absentmindedly. He walked over to the door and kicked it open since the doorknob was lying a few feet away on a pile of the remains of a toy truck. The rest of the second floor of the Dursley home looked peaceful, Aunt Petunia's almost neurotic housekeeping still showed.
As he walked down the stairs and to the living room, he noticed immediately that something was wrong. No televisions were blaring; no horrid cooking smells were wafting. Creeping towards the kitchen, he saw a disaster, much like the one he found in his room. Pots, pans, eating utensils, and various dented cans were strewn about the room. The refrigerator door was open, leaving the food to spoil and the actual icebox to hum incessantly.
Shaking his head and muttering to himself, Harry ventured to the living room. Oddly enough, this room was left alone. As with the upstairs, it was easy to tell that Aunt Petunia had just recently cleaned. However, the strangest part was that none of the Dursley's seemed to be home. The house was quiet, peaceful, and even pleasant to live in. Something had to be amiss.
Harry sat down on an easy chair to think for a few moments. Where could they be, he thought. Harry searched through the dining room, the bathroom, and even the cupboard that used to be his bedroom. Nary a Dursley was found. Finally, Harry decided to go out into the backyard. The Dursley's had a small yard (fenced in, of course) where occasional guests were entertained and where Aunt Petunia often crept around to have a listen into the lives of the neighbors. Through the door to the yard went Harry, hoping to find at least a trace of the Dursleys. Even though they were horrid to him, Harry had to at least care about their whereabouts. Something about an old magic that Dumbledore once mentioned…
As his foot was about to step on the grass, Harry was shot back into the house and onto his knees by a jolt of energy. His scar was shooting; the pain was a worse one than he'd had recently, perhaps even a year. Rubbing his forehead, he picked himself up with a grimace. Slowly he made his way towards the door and instead of stepping out, he surveyed the yard from the threshold.
When Harry saw the mess and state of Uncle Vernon and Dudley, he was speechless. The two male Dursleys were unconscious, bound, and gagged. Uncle Vernon had a trickle of blood running from a gash in his forehead. Dudley looked bruised, but the purple blotches could have been jelly stains from a doughnut sneaked behind the parental back.
Harry saw that both Dudley and Uncle Vernon had a black spot on the forehead about the size of an American silver dollar. When he looked as close as he could without stepping over the doorframe, the worst was realized. The black spot was actually the Dark Mark, the skull and the snake. The tattooed Dark Mark was so worrying that Harry completely forgot about looking for Aunt Petunia. "Voldemort, Voldemort. Which of his minions did this I wonder. Dumbledore said there was an old magic here, how could they --" Harry muttered before he was surprised out of his wits by a hand on his shoulder.
Harry whipped around to see the owner of the hand. By the look of the uniform it was an official from the Ministry of Magic, Muggle Affairs division. He seemed to be their boss as his robe had the imprint of a golden wand, which the others lacked. 3 others accompanied the wizard; all dressed the same, carrying their black Ministry wands.
"Harry, m'boy, what's going on here? Don't tell me you've been doing magic to hurt your family, here," said the first wizard. "I am Agent Grimes, head of the Muggle Injury Department."
"Er...Agent Grimes, if you would come take a l-l-look you'd see something you probably haven't seen since the Quidditch World Cup, if you were there that is," said Harry, clearly nervous.
"Well son, I was not there but I certainly know all that went on down there. Agent Molloy! Step up now," barked Agent Grimes.
A heavyset wizard with a receding blonde hairline and thick green glasses took his place next to Agent Grimes, ringing his robe sleeves in his sweaty hands. "Y-yes, sir?"
"Hm, yes, Molloy. Now, tell Harry here about any of the important happenings of the Cup that you told me," grumbled Agent Grimes.
Agent Molloy fidgeted with his glasses for a moment before launching into his explanation of what happened at the World Cup. Harry didn't interrupt but waited anxiously for him to mention the appearance of the Dark Mark. There wasn't a moment to spare, Dumbledore had to be notified although he might have known already, Sirius, Ron, Hermione, there were many things to do and these Agents weren't listening to anything but a dull recount of the World Cup.
Finally Agent Molloy said, "And after that silly business with the Dark Mark and the Muggle family was over, we --"
"There you go!" exclaimed Harry. "If you'd for once listen and come see what happened, you would be more worried than you are now." Without another word, Harry pointed to the open yard door and stepped by it. "You can try to go through if you'd like but there may still be a barrier there that threw me back and didn't let me through," said Harry sharply.
"A magical barrier, you say?" asked Agent Grimes suspiciously. "Appears you know a lot about advance ma-"
Agent Grimes stopped in his tracks, a few centimeters away from the grass. His eyes sat on Dudley and Uncle Vernon, particularly the marks on their foreheads. Agent Molloy walked slowly to Agent Grimes' side and when he too saw the Dark Mark he could only mutter "S-s-sir, s-s-sir…"
The other two agents hung back, they seemed to be trainees. Harry looked at them and noticed that one looked very familiar, although he couldn't figure out from where.
Back in Harry's bedroom, a cloaked wizard was poking through the debris, clearly looking for something. With a chuckle he muttered, "Those Ministry wizards will be swarming the place soon, but they have no idea who they're dealing with…."
A/N: I'm back!! Sorry, sorry, sorry it took me so long to update, the site hasn't been working for a while for me. ;) Well, this is short but I had to get something out. Next update will be soon, since hopefully, FF.net will be working for me for a while. Please R/R, you know how I am… J
Disclaimer: All belongs to J.K. Rowling except the characters not mentioned in the Harry Potter series itself.