Harry Potter
and the Bearded Dragon
Author's note: Everything mentioned in the story below is the property of
J.K. Rowling, and has been used with her kind consent, with the exception
of new characters (Neville Katastephein) and the "Bearded Dragon".
Chapter One: The Waiting is the Hardest Part
The sun slowly rose in the east as Harry sat in his bedroom at number four,
Privet Drive, waiting for the first term at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry. As the glow of the sun slowly infiltrated his blackened
bedroom and joined the light of Wendyln the Weird's everburning candles,
causing Hedgwig to stir in her cage and ruffle her feathers as though the
light of the sun somehow distanced her and Harry from the bitter war that
engulfed the wizarding world.
The war was being waged between the forces of good, on whose side were the
likes of Albus Dumbledore,one of the greatest wizards that ever lived and
Headmaster at Hogwarts, and all good witches and wizards who opposed the
forces of Voldemort and his evil henchmen. As this war was being fought
Harry had been sent to the Dursley's, his barbaric and cruel aunt, uncle and
cousin, who had despised Harry since he had been left with them after his
parents had been murdered by Voldemort and Albus Dumbledore, had cast a
charm over number four, Privet Drive, protecting the home and Harry from
any evil witchcraft.
The brightness of the sun caused Harry to look up from his book, The Dark
Arts and How Best to Protect Oneself from Curses and General Misfortune by
Neville Katastephein, a famous Aurora who died during one of the first
muggle and witch conflicts that resulted in the witch hunts during the
Middle Ages. Harry looked back to his book and sighed. The red cover had
faded since it had belonged to his father, and Harry treated the book with
care. Harry closed the book and pulled himself up off his chair, and felt
the cruel pangs of hunger in his belly, growling for food. He lifted one of
the dusty floorboards in his room and pulled out the final reserves of food
that he had stocked up for the summer. Looking at the small reserve, Harry
concluded that Dudley had been ratting his food again. He checked the small
amount of Bertie Bott's Every Flavoured Beans and could barely smuggle his
laughter. Dudley had taken all the lime-green coloured ones, that while with
muggle jelly-beans they tasted like lime, lime-green every flavoured beans
tasted like vomit. Harry hoped that Dudley enjoyed his vomit flavoured
feast. "Well," he thought to himself as he started walking downstairs to the
kitchen, "At least now he'll think twice about touching my things."
and the Bearded Dragon
Author's note: Everything mentioned in the story below is the property of
J.K. Rowling, and has been used with her kind consent, with the exception
of new characters (Neville Katastephein) and the "Bearded Dragon".
Chapter One: The Waiting is the Hardest Part
The sun slowly rose in the east as Harry sat in his bedroom at number four,
Privet Drive, waiting for the first term at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry. As the glow of the sun slowly infiltrated his blackened
bedroom and joined the light of Wendyln the Weird's everburning candles,
causing Hedgwig to stir in her cage and ruffle her feathers as though the
light of the sun somehow distanced her and Harry from the bitter war that
engulfed the wizarding world.
The war was being waged between the forces of good, on whose side were the
likes of Albus Dumbledore,one of the greatest wizards that ever lived and
Headmaster at Hogwarts, and all good witches and wizards who opposed the
forces of Voldemort and his evil henchmen. As this war was being fought
Harry had been sent to the Dursley's, his barbaric and cruel aunt, uncle and
cousin, who had despised Harry since he had been left with them after his
parents had been murdered by Voldemort and Albus Dumbledore, had cast a
charm over number four, Privet Drive, protecting the home and Harry from
any evil witchcraft.
The brightness of the sun caused Harry to look up from his book, The Dark
Arts and How Best to Protect Oneself from Curses and General Misfortune by
Neville Katastephein, a famous Aurora who died during one of the first
muggle and witch conflicts that resulted in the witch hunts during the
Middle Ages. Harry looked back to his book and sighed. The red cover had
faded since it had belonged to his father, and Harry treated the book with
care. Harry closed the book and pulled himself up off his chair, and felt
the cruel pangs of hunger in his belly, growling for food. He lifted one of
the dusty floorboards in his room and pulled out the final reserves of food
that he had stocked up for the summer. Looking at the small reserve, Harry
concluded that Dudley had been ratting his food again. He checked the small
amount of Bertie Bott's Every Flavoured Beans and could barely smuggle his
laughter. Dudley had taken all the lime-green coloured ones, that while with
muggle jelly-beans they tasted like lime, lime-green every flavoured beans
tasted like vomit. Harry hoped that Dudley enjoyed his vomit flavoured
feast. "Well," he thought to himself as he started walking downstairs to the
kitchen, "At least now he'll think twice about touching my things."