DISCLAIMER: A Harry Potter fanfic
DISCLAIMER: A Harry Potter
fanfic. All are owned by J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury, Scholastic,
and all the other publishing companies. :D just DON'T sue!!!
:P -It's not like you're gonna get anything out of
it anywayI can't work, I don't make money. The
end. Everything but Aurialis is owned by themwell, the
possible A/D and H/A as well are owned by me
SUMMARY: It's Harry's
last year at Hogwarts. One new character is introduced, Aurialis,
Draco and Hermione are major characters. We learn why Voldemort
has been so determined to live, and a secret about Harry,
Hermione, Draco, and Aurialis is revealed.
CATEGORY: I don't knowwhatever
you think it is! :P well, it's fanfiction for that matter
RELATIONSHIPS: H/H, H/D, D/A,
H/A
SPOILERS: not reallyI
don't even have a damn clue what's going to happen in
their 7th year!
CHARACTERS: Harry,
Hermione, Ron, the gang, Aurialis, Draco, Voldemort, the rest
RATING: Rfor things
like vulgar language, blood, violence, some innuendothey
ARE all 17 by then)
Starring:
Harry, Hermione and the gang
Aurialis
Draco Malfoy
And what other characters I decide
to use.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just
a response to all the wonderful reviews I've had: thank you SO
much. This is the definite perks to being a FF writer. I will be
finishing EE2 during June, sorry for the delay. That's mostly
because the end of the school year is coming up and I need to
focus on my work and most certainly on my finals. But I'll
definitely try to get it out a.s.a.p. and I appreciate your
patience.
Exsequor Exequor by Misako
Chapter One- In the Beginning
Harry Potter grumbled to himself
as he stomped up the stairs to the bedroom that he occupied in
the Dursley's house. Six years after he had first procured
it, he was still living in it, and they had made no move to give
him a larger space. He had to duck going in though the doorway,
and Harry swore that it was several inches shorter than what it
had been the day before. A few short strides brought him in front
of the window, and he breathed in the cool night air. The Dursley's
could be summed up in only a few words: cruel, fat, nosy, and
stupid. This was the last year he would have to stay with them,
then after graduating this year he'd be free to roam where
he wished. As he watched the stars twinkling in the blue velvet
sky, he saw a flash of white, then a more solid form appeared.
"Hedwig!" Harry
whispered, opening his window quickly. A beautiful white owl flew
in, landed on his bed, carrying a package. He retrieved the
package from her leg as she stood on his bed, proudly holding out
her leg. He immediately recognized the handwriting on the package
as Hermione Granger, one of his best friends that attended
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry along with his other
best friend, Ron Weasley. He was glad that someone had remembered
that today was his birthday. The Dursleys despised him and had
never celebrated his birthday. Their son, Dudley, on the
contrary, was hugely spoiled, even though he was about 17 years
old at the moment. Harry took a pocketknife out of a drawer and
held it for a moment, staring at the blade, shining in the
moonlight. His godfather Sirius had given it to him a year ago
for Christmas, and Harry treasured it. His godfather was still on
the run from the Ministry of Magic, he had never been cleared of
the murder he was wrongly accused of. Harry ran a trembling hand
through his unruly black hair and sighed. He walked over and cut
carefully into the sellotape that covered the box, and he opened
it, curious as to what Hermione had sent him this time. As he
opened the box, he saw a small gold flash. He opened the top of
the box wider, and found a glass ball, in which miniature figures
of the Gryffindor Quidditch team circled inside, complete with 2
beaters, 3 chasers, 1 Seeker, and 1 Keeper. Harry peered though
the glass and saw a miniature version of himself, along with the
rest of the team. He had been elected Gryffindor Quidditch Team
Captain in his 5th year, after Wood had left. Harry
smiled. Only Hermione would've thought of such a gift. A
note that had been crushed at the bottom of the box under the
ball caught his eye. He took it out of the box, and read Hermione's
fluid cursive.
Dear Harry,
I hope you like this. Ron and I
enchanted it for you. Have a nice birthday, and I'll see you
at school. We miss you.
Love,
Hermione and Ron
The sound of rushing air under
wings interrupted his thoughts once again as three owls landed on
his bedspread. One was one of the barn owls from Hogwarts, and it
had hopped to the front, insisted to be relieved of it's
burden first. Harry untied the package from around its leg, then
removed the other two packages from the other two owls, one black
one, and a gray owl. The three spread their wings and took off
once again into the night. Harry opened the first package, a gift
from Hagrid, the teacher of Magical Creatures and the Keeper of
the Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. Hagrid had sent him a package
of Bernie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, and some Chocolate
Frogs. The second package was written in Sirius's cramped,
yet legible handwriting. Harry tore open the package excitedly.
He shivered a bit in the cool air coming in from the window, only
dressed in a shirt and jeans. His Hogwarts robe and supplies were
in a corner of the room, along with his Firebolt 250, which he
had just acquired last year as a gift from all his friends. Draco
Malfoy, a fellow student at Hogwarts, and the one person Harry
despised besides Voldemort had been both jealous and rude when
Harry had received it.
Typical Malfoy. Harry
thought, pulling out Sirius's gift from the packaging.
Unwrapping the newspaper wrappings from around the gift, he
discovered a gleaming silver chain. Attached to it on a tag was a
note by Sirius.
Harry-
I cast a spell on this chain.
It's supposed to protect you from any spells that are done
to hurt you when your back is turned. You will feel a slight
shock if this occurs, a few seconds before anything can harm you.
Keep safe.
Sirius
Harry stared at the shining silver
chain, mesmerized. He smiled wryly as he realized of the three
presents he had opened so far, two of them had been magically
created. Harry reached for the other package left on the
comforter. Mrs. Weasley had once again sent him something. He
opened the box to find a delicious looking chocolate-vanilla cake
with Chocolate Frogs decorating the top. Putting the cake
carefully down on his bed, Harry stood up, dusting off a few of
the crumbs that had fallen in his lap, and headed for the loose
floorboard. He peeled it off and removed several sheets of
parchment, a bottle of ink that as you wrote changed colors, and
his favourite quill. Slowly and meticulously, he wrote a letter
to Hermione, Ron, Sirius, Mrs. Weasley, and Hagrid, thanking them
for the gifts. Hedwig had to take them, Hermione and Ron's
rolled up with Mrs. Weasley's letter and Hagrid and Sirius's
letter in three separate trips. Harry surmised that Hedwig wouldn't
be returning for a while. He stretched, yawned and carefully
removed the presents on his bed and placed them under the divan.
He climbed into bed and quickly fell into the depthless oblivion
of sleep.
Harry fell, spiraling down into
nothing. He desperately searched for something to stop his rapid
descent. But there was nothing. He came to a sudden halt as he
abruptly slammed into something soft. He lay there on his hands
and knees, and wondered if he had landed on a waterbed. Looking
down, he saw that he had landed on someone. On a dead body. Harry
yelled, pushing himself up with his hands and backstepping, only
to tread on another cold still body. Harry's emerald green
eyes gleamed brightly in the dark abyss. As he surveyed all that
was before him, he could see only a sea of bodies. He closed his
eyes for a moment, trying to block out the horror before him.
Harry whispered under his breath a small prayer that when he
opened his eyes the bodies would all disappear. Yet when he
opened his eyes, the bodies were still there. A sudden unbidden
surge of curiousity overcame him, and he reached down to turn
over the first body that lay before him. His breath caught in his
throat as he stared into the wide eyes of Cedric Diggory. Harry
dropped Cedric's body out of shock, as if he had just been
shocked. Fear coursed thoughout his entire body and he began to
turn over more and more bodies. Each one was a familiar face, and
each familiar face caused pain and grief to lance though his body.
The next body Harry turned over seemed slightly familiar, and
when he had turned it over, he was staring into his own eyes,
yet, it wasn't him. His breath came out in short, gasping
breaths as he looked into the eyes of his mum, frozen open in
horror. Harry stiffened. His hands shook as he covered his face,
trying to block out the terrifying sight of the sea of bodies. He
dropped to his knees, hands still over his face, his breathing
rapid and shallow. Then he screamed.
And woke up. Something nagged at
him. He gasped as he shot up to a sitting position in bed as he
tried to regain his breath. The nagging feeling surfaced again,
and a sickening thought hit him as firmly as if he had just been
punched in the stomach.
"A premonition." Harry
whispered, his hands squeezing the comforter as if to squeeze the
life out of them. Harry didn't sleep for the rest of the
night.
*****
Harry was still pondering over the
nightmare he had as the sun dawned the next morning. Below he him
could hear the ruckus that Dudley was making over his breakfast.
"Mum, why am I three bacon
strips short?"
Then came Aunt Petunia's
patronizing reply, "Don't worry dearest, I'll have
them whipped up before you can say bacon'!"
Harry rolled his eyes. Dudley was
once again, making a fuss over something so insignificant as
strips of bacon. But then again, Dudley was an abnormally obese
boy, with 5 chins and an arse that would fit only on 2 large
chairs pushed together. Harry was the complete opposite, and it
was difficult for the average non-assuming observer to even know
that the two were related. Tall and lean, with a shock of unruly
black hair, and gleaming emerald green eyes behind spectacles and
a scar in the curious shape of a lightning bolt, Harry stood out
from the rest of his family. Harry absentmindedly ran the tip of
his index finger over the scar that marred his forehead, of which
he did not particularly like or dislike. It reminded him daily of
Voldemort and his parents' deaths, and also of revenge. His
parents, James and Lily Potter, both former alumni of Hogwarts,
had been killed sixteen years ago by Voldemort. Harry recalled
the blinding green light of the Avada Kedavra curse, the voices
of his parents, the high, cold laughter of Voldemort. Harry used
a simple spell to straighten out his sleep-wrought clothes, then
continued down the hallway to the bathroom Dudley was forced to
share with him. He stared at his reflection in the mirror of the
medicine cabinet as he went through his morning routine,
attempting to flatten his hair. He had tried everything, from
gels, mousses, and sprays to magical charms, and it seemed that
his hair was somehow impervious to even the strongest holding
charm. Harry stomped down the stairs to breakfast and was
intercepted by an angry looking Aunt Petunia. Harry glared back
at her.
Aunt Petunia sniffed. "Well,
since you're late for breakfast again, you can have Dudley's
scraps." She gestured at the plate on the table, which
consisted of a few crumbs of bread and 2 strips of bacon. Dudley
sniggered at him from across the room, where he was sitting and
fiddling with a new computer system he had just received from his
parents.
Harry seethed. Only 2 more days
of this, and then I'm going to stay with Ron. He told
himself, trying to see the bright side of things. Unfortunately,
considering the situation, Harry found it difficult to see the
silver lining. Aunt Petunia left him with his crumbs and Harry
sighed. Bringing his plate to the sink, he rinsed it off and
headed back upstairs. He closed his door, brought out his quill,
ink, and parchment, and set off on writing a report on the
effects of the using a fury potion on a person. He was
interrupted by the door to his room banging open, and turned to
see Uncle Vernon, who was squinting at Harry as if he were
checking for signs of alien life.
"This is for you." Uncle
Vernon grunted and handed Harry a slightly damp, but still
decipherable, letter. "Some ruddy owl brought it to me."
He glared at Harry for a second, but decided against provoking
Harry and left, his tall and large frame blocking most of the
hall. Harry got up and closed the door again, and stared at the
letter curiously. He saw the handwriting on the front and
recognized it as his penfriend's, Aurialis Shaw. He had been
in contact with Aurialis for a few months now, as she was a
student at the American Wizarding School in San Francisco,
California, and the daughter of old friend of Sirius. Originally
born in England, her father had been transferred on a case for
the Ministry of Magic, and had been living in America ever since
she had been seven. He eagerly opened her letter and anticipated
her insightful comments, as well as her promise to analyze a book
written entirely in Latin for him that he had discovered in spell
book in a bookstore specializing in rare books before summer.
Harry was somewhat proficient at Latin, but was yet to be
qualified to be fluent. What Muggles regarded as a "dead"
language, Latin was widely used in the wizarding world. Reading
her letter, Harry remembered that Aurialis had told him she was
trying to transfer to Hogwarts for her seventh year.
Dear Harry,
I read some of that book you
wanted me to translate. Nothing much as of now, it's mostly
about the "heirs of the four founders", which doesn't
seem to be of much importance to us. Sorry I couldn't read
more, but I was stuck writing several essays for my Defence
against Dark Arts, Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, and
Levitation classes. Did I tell you that Levitation is a big thing
here in America? We only use broomsticks for Quidditch, which by
itself, isn't all that popular. Of course, because the lack
of popularity for broomsticks, I'm here on a Comet three-sixty.
While of course, you're sitting on a nice Firebolt 250. For
some odd reason, I find that extremely aggravating. However, I'll
be having fun levitating a foot off the ground as I go to my
classes at Hogwarts. My dad is still trying to get the last few
papers though the Ministry, and of course, the Hogwarts staff. My
mum is going fairly stir crazy, running out and buying me robes
in the entire spectrum! I believe she just gave me a quite nasty
olive green colour, which of course, clashes with everything else
I own. So what's up with this Malfoy boy that you mention
sometimes in your letters? I gather he's not too much of a
friend of yours-especially that he is in Slytherin and you, of
course, as it's well known, are in Gryffindor. I hope I'm
placed in Gryffindor. Imagine if I were to be placed in Slytherin!
My mum would faint, I'm sure, and my dad would immediately
ask for a transfer back to the AWS! I have to teach you some
wicked tricks you can do when you're levitating. You say you
"suffer" through Divination? I find it rather
entertaining and useful, unless of course, you have Sybil
Trelawney, which of course, you poor people do. (My father warned
me about her. The woman hadn't given a true divining for
four years, or so I've heard.) Which is of course, why I
decided not to take Divination at Hogwarts, rather, I'd like
to finish my Divination studies overseas, perhaps at Rangalia,
that school in Sydney, Australia. Tell Sirius hi for me ok?
Love,
Aurialis Shaw
Harry had only met Aurialis once,
briefly, when Sirius had taken him overseas for a visit to
America. They had stopped by the Shaw's house, and Harry had
been pacing listlessly out of boredom in the Shaw's backyard
when she had arrived home from school. Her hazel-green eyes had
widened when she had seen him, looking both surprised and
intrigued. She had promptly dropped her books and introduced
herself to him, looking curiously at him, but not at his scar. He
had discovered that people that tended not to look at his scar
ended up being the ones that ended up being his best and loyal
friends. Of course, there was the exception of Fred and George
Weasley, but he counted them with Ron, who had never blatantly
stared at the damned thing, so they didn't really count.
Hermione had been too busy helping Neville Longbottom find his
lost toad, Trevor, that she just blathered on about him but never
looked closely at it at all. Aurialis had taken him around the
neighbourhood and they had sat on the swings in the park,
comparing the differences between the United States and the
United Kingdom. Harry had found her nice and refreshing, and was
glad that Sirius had dragged him along on his trip.
After reading Aurialis'
letter, Harry found himself dreadfully bored. He remembered that
his Firebolt had gotten dirty at the end of the last school year,
and decided to polish it. He extracted his broomstick servicing
kit from beneath the loose floorboard and retrieved his Firebolt,
which he had propped up behind the door so that Uncle Vernon
wouldn't confiscate it and stuff it in the cupboard. He
remembered his delight at when he had extracted the Broomstick
Servicing Kit that he had gotten from Hermione in the summer
before his third year. He set about trimming the twigs and
polishing the wooden handle to a glossy shine.
The rest of the day passed without
much, except for a little tirade that Dudley threw at dinner
because his piece of chocolate cake was only 2 centimeters bigger
than Harry's. The second day, Harry packed up all of his
possessions, which, honestly, weren't substantial, as he had
never received much from the Dursleys. He exited 4 Privet Drive
at half-past 8 in the morning, and waited for the Weasleys to
appear in their enchanted car. Of course, Mrs. Weasley would
never let Mr. Weasley get caught with it, so Harry surmised that
his chauffeurs would be Ron and Ginny. He was proved right only 2
minutes later, as the car rumbled up the drive, and Ron and Ginny
waved at him happily. Both were instantly recognizable, with
their flame-red hair and the spinkle of freckles across their
noses and on their cheeks. Ron popped the trunk open for Harry
and helped Harry put in his less-than-substantial luggage. Harry
carried Hedwig to the front passenger seat and waited for Ginny
to move to the back.
"Hullo." Harry said to
Ginny, who smiled. Ginny had gotten over the crush that she had
had on him in her earlier years, and now was dating a Ravenclaw
boy by the name of Patrick Pifflewiffle.
"Hullo Harry. Did you have a
nice time with the muggles?" Ginny asked, smirking a bit, as
she knew how the muggles treated Harry.
Ron turned around. "Honestly
Ginny, I think the answer should be obvious."
"It was just a joke Ron, no
need to have an aneurysm." Ginny replied with a slightly
biting tone.
"Ok, we don't need to
start off with a little sibling squirmish here." Harry tried
to pacify the two.
Ron shrugged in response and
started the engine. The car was silent until they reached the
edge of a large field and Ron glanced around before hitting the
Invisibility button. The button had long been replaced with a
more competent one that the one that had been used 5 years ago.
Everyone sighed audibly as the car, and themselves, disappeared.
Ron set the car to "flying" and they took off towards
the burrow. As soon as everything had been set, the car broke out
in excited chatter.
"So Harry, it's our last
year a Hogwarts. After this, the only time I'll ever have to
see Malfoy again is if he appears in "Good Wizard"
magazine." Ron said sarcastically.
"'Good Wizard'
magazine Ron?" Ginny stifled a smile.
"What? I mean, Lockhart doesn't
even grace the cover anymore does he? Who was it this month?"
Ron asked.
"It was James Merlin,"
Ginny replied, then mock-swooned. "Oh my, he is a hottie."
"What? The English Quidditch
team's seeker?" Ron asked. "Well, if they were
going for a seeker, they should've picked Harry here. He is
not only our Quidditch captain, seeker, the boy-who-lived, but a
rather good wizard as well." Ron grinned at Harry.
Harry stared at him. "'Rather
good'...'Boy-who-lived'?" He repeated, raising an
inquisitive eyebrow.
"Ok, an excellent wizard, and
ok, "MAN-who-lived." Ron corrected himself.
Harry grinned. "Well, I would
certainly hope I'm alive. Unless I've been a ghost for
16 years and no one's had the heart to tell me yet."
Ginny put on a serious face and
reaching over the headrest, patted Harry on the shoulder
apologetically. "Harry, I'm sorry, but you're a
ghost."
The occupants of the car broke out
laughing.
"Look!" Ginny suddenly
cried excitedly, pointing a finger out the window as they neared
the Burrow. Harry looked down and saw the boys of the Weasley
family (Charlie, Bill, Fred and George) standing there and waving
up at them. Ron landed the car with a gentle thump and looked up,
surprised, at his brothers.
"What are you doing here?"
Ron asked, confusion and happiness flitting across his blue eyes.
"We're here to give you
a send off! Last year at Hogwarts you know." Bill said,
smiling.
"We're proud of you, the
last boy in the Weasley family to graduate from Hogwarts."
Fred said, grinning madly.
"And you guys all took off
for me?" Ron asked, half-shocked and half-suspicious.
"Of course!" Charlie
said, nodding emphatically.
"Here," Fred said,
trying not to smirk as he held out a crème tart. "Don't
worry, it won't bite."
Harry, whose stomach had been
growling the entire way, began to reach for it then thought
better of it.
Ron looked at the tart,
scrutinizing it. "That's a canary crème. Nice try,
Fred."
"Aww, come on!" George
complained.
"What I wouldn't give to
give Malfoy one of those." Harry mused.
"Harry, Harry, Harry,"
George said eagerly, presenting Harry with a catalogue from they
twins' store, Weasley's Jokes and Pranks. "You
will buy some products then, right?"
Harry laughed. "I think so."
Fred and George beamed.
Ginny whispered to him from
behind, "Harry, don't encourage them!"
Everyone was cut short as the
front door to the Burrow slammed open and a red-faced Mrs.
Weasley stared out at the seven of them clustered around the
turquoise car.
******
A.N. This is still a work in
progress, though I'm sure it'll be a while before I'm
able to work on it much more at this minute because I'm in
the homestretch for the school year and I have to get good grades
so I'll probably not be able to update that often.
Preview for EE2: How are the
Weasley's going to celebrate Ron and Harry's last year at
Hogwarts? Will Harry get to test out the silver chain that Sirius
sent to him? What does Dumbledore want when he summons Harry to
his office as soon as he reaches Hogwarts? You'll have to wait
and see....:grin:
Thanks to:
Rhysenn-you. Yes, you. You IP
writer you. Draco/Harry. Thanks for the entertainment, thanks for
a lot of stuff. =) Don't worry, there'll be D/H in my
other fanfic that I have yet to posteh, that
might be a while. Thanks for taking the time to look at my (IMHO)
not-so-satisfactory-fanart-for-IP. =) ;)
Cassie-ah, yes, the DD/DS goddess.
The goddess of D/Her, H/HI'm SO addicted to your fics!
Look for some fanart coming your way during the summer.=)
Plumeria-enjoy this. I hope you
like it.I think it's ok Do you wanna beta the
rest of this FF when I get to work on the 2nd part?
Because I'd love it if you did. H/D forever! =) Ha haplus,
I KNEW I could get you to like all these fics. :)
Thanks everyone else for reading,
and PLEASE PLEASE review. (I thrive on itI could DIE off of
it) ;)