Harry Potter

Harry Potter

And

The New Way of Magic

By Kelly Ann

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of J.K. Rowling's characters or her magical world. BUT!!!!!!! I copyright any characters you, as readers don't recognize. Also I own the plot. If you want to borrow a character, please ask nicely first before you take. Also, I own the voice inside Harry's head.

Author's Note: Sorry for getting this out so slow but I live in Massachusetts and I had to take a pain-in-the-butt test called the MCAS. Thanks for bothering to read my little story. Now the day is Harry's birthday and it's about 6:00 am. Enjoy!

P.S. As always, please leave a review at the handy blue box on the bottom of the page or e-mail me at katpegasus3110@yahoo.com.

P.P.S. Just a note, most of the italicized words are Harry's thoughts, if you're not told otherwise.

P.P.P.S. I changed the text because I liked it better. If you liked to see the changed texts then go to www.sugarquill.com.

P.P.P.P.S. Is this one too many postscripts?

Chapter Three The Burrow Again

          Harry woke up to a brilliant rising sun shining through his window. Harry grinned as he climbed out of his bed. His eye caught sight of his birthday cards and his presents; he grinned wider. At least I won't be bored, thought Harry. It was true that he had finished all his homework about a half a week ago and had been bored to his wits end, even after such a short amount of time. Then Harry caught sight of the letter that sat on his desk. Perfect, I forgot to send the letter to Dumbledore thought Harry.

"I need to get it to him quickly," murmured Harry. Harry caught sight of Pig and Hedwig sleeping.

For once, Pig, your hyper ness might be useful thought Harry. Maybe I should stop talking to myself. Nah, not while I'm still here.

"Hey Pig. Wake up. Come on, wake up you lazy thing," said Harry. Pig didn't wake up. Harry walked over to the cage and tapped the side of his head.

"Wake up. I have a job for you." That woke Pig up. He hooted importantly and proceeded to fly around the light fixture. Stupid owl thought Harry. Harry grabbed the letter and added a post-postscript.

P.P.S. I'm using Pig because he happened to be here and I think he's faster than Hedwig is. You'll see what I mean when he gets there.

Harry held out his arm but didn't say anything. Pig swooped right down. Harry attached the letter to Pig.

"Now, Pig. I need you to get to Professor Dumbledore quickly. So go faster than normal, ok?" But Harry barley got "ok?" out of his mouth before Pig shot like a bullet out of a gun out of the window. Harry grinned. Hedwig hooted and she sounded offended.

"Aw, Hedwig. I wanted to give you a rest after flying to Italy carrying those two books. Don't be mad, please?" said Harry. Hedwig swooped out of her cage and settled on Harry's shoulder. She gave him a nip on the ear, a bit harder than necessary, but Harry knew he was forgiven. Hedwig went back to her cage and Harry got dressed and headed downstairs.

          The Dursleys didn't acknowledge his presence among them when Harry walked into the kitchen, not that Harry cared. He grabbed a piece of toast that was on the table and tried to get out of the kitchen before anyone could give him a chore, but he was the tiniest bit too slow.

"Oh no you don't! You are going to mow the lawn today. Then you'll disappear to that room of yours because the doctor is coming to see Dudley today and I don't want him to see you!" snarled Aunt Petunia.

"All right," Harry replied dejectedly. I tried and I didn't succeed. Great, another sunburn for me thought Harry to himself. He stuffed the rest of the toast in his mouth and looked at Dudley. No doubt was in his mind that the doctor was coming to see Dudley about his weight problem. The diet hadn't done a thing because he could still fill one whole side of the table, so the Dursleys had stopped the diet (much to Harry's relief). Dudley noticed Harry looking at him and gave him a superior look. Harry just rolled his eyes and walked outside to the tool shed to get the lawn mower and start on his extremely boring chore.          

Harry was in his room later in the day, gingerly rubbing a sun burnt neck when Dudley walked into his room. Or rather waddled into his room. Dudley gave an evil looking grin to Harry, and then looked at all of Harry's presents. He grew slightly pale and stuttered, "Where d-d-did you get all that stuff?" Harry noticed that Dudley was looking at the cover of his Quidditch book. On the cover, there were a Golden Snitch and a Bludger zooming after each other. Harry grinned. "Oh," Harry said innocently, "those are some gifts from my friends at school." Harry reached over and picked up the dragon claw. "Wanna see?" Dudley's eyes went wide; he was about to scream but Aunt Petunia screeched upstairs, "Dudley, the doctor's here!" Dudley waddled out of the room as fast as he could all the while muttering about how seeing the doctor was a lot safer than hanging around his cousin's room. Harry chuckled to himself. Torturing Dudley was fun but it got really boring after a while. Harry put the claw back on the wall and sat on his bed. He started to think about the Burrow and why Dumbledore wouldn't let him stay there before he fell into a dreamless doze.

            Harry was awakened from his doze by a non-stop hooting. He muttered, "I'm up, I'm up, oh hi there." The greeting was directed at a tawny brown owl, who was still hooting. Harry glanced outside; it was just turning dark, Harry guessed that it was probably around 8:00 pm. Harry got off of his bed and took the letter off of the owl.

"Thanks. Want a drink of water?" Harry asked. The owl hooted and took off. Guess not thought Harry. I've noticed that none of the Hogwarts' owls ever want a drink of water thought Harry, I wonder why?

Harry glanced at Hedwig.

"Wonder who it's from?" Harry said to Hedwig, but also to himself. He stared at the letter. It had the Hogwarts' crest sealing the back of it. Please let it be what I think it is thought Harry. Maybe, maybe it's from Dumbledore. Please be from Dumbledore. Harry realized with a laugh that he was staring at the letter as if it would open itself.

"Well, it's not going to open itself so I might as well open it," said Harry. He broke the seal and opened the letter.

                                                                   July 31, 1995

Dear Harry,

You were correct about Pig. He is a very, energetic owl. Harry, I do not know what to tell you about the dreams. Just keep informing me whenever you have them. Anyway, I have some very good news. I have finished the necessary spells that needed to be put in place. You may finish the rest of your holiday at the Burrow starting August 8. I hope you enjoy the rest of the summer.

Professor Albus Dumbledore

Harry stared at the letter, rereading it over again. Then he looked over at Hedwig with a huge smile on his face.

"Hedwig! We can go to the Weasleys'!" Harry said. Hedwig hooted happily. Then an owl flew through the window. Harry looked at it; he recognized it as Percy's owl, Hermes.

"Hmmm. Is the world ending or did Ron just steal Hermes?" Harry asked Hedwig. Hermes made a disgruntled hoot and stuck out his leg.

"All right, I'll take off the letter." Said Harry. He untied the letter and opened it.

Hey Harry!                                                   July 31, 1995

Dumbledore finally said yes! He said that you can come over the eighth of August. Finally. Dad will be coming by Portkey to your room around 5:00 pm. See you the eighth!

Ron

P.S.

I hope you didn't die from shock from seeing Hermes. I told Percy all the flying Pig's been doing and I guess I caught Percy in a nice mood either that or he had just talked to Penelope.

Hermes was about to take off but Harry stopped him.

"Hermes, wait. Would you mind taking a message for Ron back for me?" asked Harry. Hermes just hooted, but stood there.

"Thanks. Hold on a minute."

Harry grabbed a piece of parchment and his quill.

Ron,                                                                 July 31, 1995

I'll be ready at 5:00 for your dad. See you soon!

Harry

P.S.

No, I didn't die from shock; I just wondered if the world was ending and I hadn't noticed it.

Harry tied the letter to Hermes. Hermes hooted and took off.

"Well, Hedwig. I guess I should go tell the Dursleys that I'll be gone soon." Harry said. Hedwig hooted.

"But first I think I'll write a letter to Sirius." said Harry. Harry hadn't heard much from Sirius during the summer and was starting to worry a bit. Harry grabbed another piece of parchment and started to write.

Dear Sirius,                                                       July 31, 1995

Hi. How are you doing? I'm not doing badly, considering that I'll be going to the Weasleys' August eighth! Sirius, do you know why I couldn't go to the Weasleys' straight from school? Also, I haven't heard from you much this summer. What have you been doing? I'll understand if you can't tell me what you're doing but if you can, I would really appreciate it. I hope to see you soon.

From,

Harry

Yeah, thought Harry, that looks all right. No need to mention the dreams unless he asks if I'm having them.

"Hedwig, feel up for taking this letter to Sirius?" asked Harry. Hedwig hooted and stuck out her leg. Harry smiled at his owl and tied the letter on. Hedwig nipped his finger and took off. Now, I get to go downstairs and tell the Dursleys that I'm leaving in a little over a week. I wonder what their faces will look like as they remember what happened last time. With that last thought Harry headed downstairs.

            Harry entered the kitchen with a grin on his face. He looked around. He noticed that Dudley looked extremely forlorn. No one noticed Harry come downstairs. He decided to tell them he was leaving soon.

"I have some good news," said Harry. All the Dursleys looked at him.

"The Weasleys' will be picking me up the eighth of August."

Harry almost burst out laughing. Uncle Vernon's face went purple then went pale as he remembered what had happened last time. Aunt Petunia let out a gasp, and Dudley's hands immediately went to his rear.

"I'm not very hungry so I'll just go to bed," said Harry, "Good night."

Harry left the kitchen with a skip to his step. He went up the stairs three at a time. He went into his room and jumped on his bed. It was fun to see the Dursleys like that, scared and furious at the same time. All of a sudden, Harry seemed bored. Thank Hermione that she sent me a book. He grabbed the book off of the dresser and opened it. The last thing he saw before he fell asleep was the record of Roderick Plumpton, the Seeker who caught the Golden Snitch in three and a half seconds in 1921 against the Caerphilly Catapults.

            Harry spent the next week in his room, doing extra work (what would Hermione say?), reading the Quidditch book, or writing letters. He wrote to Hermione, thanking her for the book. He wrote to Ginny, thanking her for the letter. She wrote back, saying it was no problem. In her next letter, she asked for help on some Transfiguration, and Harry wrote her back with the answer but told her that next time she should ask Hermione because she would be glad to do anything. Ginny wrote back to Harry saying that asking Hermione for help by way of owl post was not a good idea. Harry was starting to realize that Ginny was a smart person, not just Ron's little blushing sister.

            By the time August eighth rolled around, Harry was really sick of the way the Dursleys were acting. They now acknowledged his presence by Dudley grabbing his rear end, Aunt Petunia stifling a scream or Uncle Vernon shooting dragger eyes at him but not saying anything.

He didn't even bother going downstairs on the eighth. He spent the morning packing his trunk. He spent the afternoon pacing his room, waiting. He checked his clock for what seemed like the thousandth time and was not happy to see that only three minutes had passed from the last time he checked. Time is moving slower to aggravate me. This is not fair. The clock read 4:50.

"Please move faster," said Harry. He was now staring at the clock as it counted down to 5:00.

"4:51 come on hurry up. 4:52. 4:53. 4:54. 4:55. 4:56. 4:57. 4:58. 4:59. Please, one more minute. 5:00!"

With a small pop, there stood Mr. Weasley, thin and balding, with his wand in his right hand and a clock in the left. How appropriate that the Portkey is a clock. All of sudden, memories he didn't want filled his head. He shook them off and took the hand Mr. Weasley held out to him.

"Good to see you, Harry. All ready then?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"I've been ready," answered Harry. Mr. Weasley gave him a smile and held out the clock. Harry grabbed the end of his trunk and grabbed the clock. Mr. Weasley glanced at his watch.

"All right, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." All of a sudden, Harry felt the tug behind his navel. He ignored the memories that went through his head and waited to arrive at the Burrow.