This is the beginning of Harry Potter and the brutal professor
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CHAPTER 1
Harry Potter awoke with a start, clutching his scar, drenched in a cold sweat. He held his hands over his face, trying to remember what had disturbed his peaceful slumber. Almost instantly, the scenes of his nightmare flashed before him; the darkened graveyard, the man named Wormtail, and the most feared dark wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort. Harry had witnessed the rebirth of Voldemort only three weeks before, when the Triwizard cup had transported him to the graveyard where he had come face-to-face with the dark lord himself. Voldemort had tried to kill him, but Harry had escaped yet again, returning to Hogwarts just before Voldemort preformed the curse that would've finished him. Ever since, Harry had been awoken by the same nightmare, to find himself staring around his room, as though suspecting something unusual.
Looking out his curtains to the completely Voldemort-free Street, Harry saw Hedwig, his snowy owl, soaring over the street and his heart leapt. He had written to Sirius almost two weeks ago about his recurring dream and he hoped Sirius' answer would hold some words of comfort. He stepped aside and allowed Hedwig to soar through his window and onto his bed. He pulled the reply off her leg and she flew up to settle on his shoulder, expecting a grateful pat. He unrolled the parchment, and began to read the letter from Sirius, his godfather:
Dear Harry,
I'm sorry to hear that your nightmare is still troubling you, although it is not surprising. What you went through is enough to send most wizards your age into hysterics. Hang in there. Remember, If you have any other dreams that suggest The Dark Lord's whereabouts, go straight to Dumbledore. I won't be in touch for a while, because Dumbledore has sent me another assignment. I can't tell you where I'll be, incase this letter falls into the wrong hands. Keep on the lookout for anything strange, and take care to keep out of trouble.
Sirius
Harry finished reading Sirius' letter, and with a sigh, he placed it on his desk and pulled on his muggle clothes. He usually avoided wearing his wizard robes during the summer holidays, because it greatly angered his Aunt and Uncle. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia and their enormous son, Dudley, were Harry's only living relatives, and they greatly despised magic. He had come to live with them when he was one year old, after Voldemort, at the height of his powers, had murdered his parents. After attempting to kill Harry, and failing, Voldemort fled and Harry was sent to the Dursleys. He had spent the next 10 years of his life being neglected and bullied by his relatives. They had obviously hoped to squash the magic out of him, but hadn't succeeded. He had gone off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy and they had come to despise him even more.
Just as Harry finished dressing, another owl swooped into his room. It deposited a letter on his bed and promptly took flight again. Harry recognized at once that the letter was from Hogwarts. It enclosed the usual letter and a list of the course books he would need for the start of the term;
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5
By Miranda Goshawk
A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration
By Emric Switch
Poisons and Potions
By Arsenius Twitch
Harry put aside his booklist and pulled out a quill and a fresh piece of parchment. He cleared off his desk and scrawled a hasty note to Ron asking if he could meet him at Diagon Alley a week before the start of the term. He gave the note to Hedwig who took off through the window. It was still early in the morning, so Harry pulled his Goblin Rebellions of the 17th century essay, which he had left unfinished last night, toward him and began to write.
That was another thing about the Dursleys. In order to keep him as unhappy as possible, they always forbade him to practice magic under their roof, and yes, that included homework. So Harry was forced to do it in the dead of night or early in the morning. He finished up his essay with a description of Emric the Evil's rise to power and put his homework away. I the absence of Dudley's loud snores, Harry knew it was time to stop working and go downstairs for breakfast.
After eating a hasty breakfast of toast and jam, Harry escaped outside before his aunt could set him to work and before Dudley could bully him. He spent the rest of the day in peaceful repose under the oak tree in the back garden. He could've stayed there all day, but movement in his room caught his eye.
"Uh oh," Harry muttered "It must be Aunt Petunia coming to clean. If she finds my school books I'm toast!"
Harry rushed into the house and bolted up the stairs. He inched along the hallway, and just as he neared his room, he heard Aunt Petunia's fierce shrieks.
"OUT! Get out of my house you filthy beast!" She bellowed "Shoo, go on, get out of here!"
Harry wondered what all that was about. Had Aunt Petunia finally lost her marbles? Why was she screaming at his schoolbooks? All his questions were answered when he rounded the corner and saw a gigantic shaggy black dog sitting on his bed.
"Sirius!" Harry yelled "What are you doing here?"
"Hold it!" Aunt Petunia shrieked. "What is this rubbish? Why is that filthy animal in my house?"
"Aunt Petunia," Harry replied, "this is Sirius, my godfather." Sirius transformed into his human form and Aunt Petunia sank into a dead faint.
"So Sirius, What are you doing here?" Harry asked
"Haven't you heard?" Sirius replied, "They caught Pettigrew, I'm free!"
"Really? No, really? That's great!" Harry exclaimed, "Can I move in with you now? Do you have a house?"
Sirius chuckled at his eagerness, "Of course I do, and I wanted to know if you would come to live with me."
"Of course!" yelled Harry.
That was all Sirius had to hear. With one wave of his wand, Sirius had packed everything Harry owned into his school trunk and loaded it onto his flying motorbike. Harry said hurried good-byes to the Dursleys and hopped on the back of Sirius' bike. The engine roared into life and the bike rose high into the air. As he watched the Dursley's house shrink out of sight, Harry realized that he would never have to see that house again.
Before Harry had stopped enjoying the ride, it was over. The bike touched down in front of a modest blue house with white shudders. Walking through the fence and down the stone pathway, Harry was so excited it was all he could do to keep from sprinting across the threshold. He stepped through the doorway into what was, in his opinion, the greatest house in the world. Sirius had furnished Harry's new room with all kinds of Quidditch memorabilia, and even ordered him a copy of Professional Plays for Spectacular Seekers, a book that he had been longing to read. No longer would he have to do his homework in secret. He could sit on the oak picnic table in the back yard, taking occasional breaks to play wizard chess with Sirius. Harry went to bed that night feeling that things couldn't be any better. Little did he know, the best surprise was yet to come.
He woke early the next morning and quickly jammed his glasses on, looking around to make sure it wasn't all a dream. When he had established the fact that He was really living with Sirius, Harry rushed downstairs feeling happier than he had in weeks. When he got downstairs, however, he thought he must have been in the wrong house. All around him were people with flaming red hair, and smack in the middle of them was Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend.
"Wow!" exclaimed Harry, "When did you guys get here?"
"Just a few minutes ago," was Ron's reply. "It's not that long of a walk."
"Walk from where?" inquired Harry, looking from the Weaslys to Sirius who was positively beaming at him.
"Harry," answered Sirius "this is the biggest surprise. Ron lives just down the street!
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CHAPTER 1
Harry Potter awoke with a start, clutching his scar, drenched in a cold sweat. He held his hands over his face, trying to remember what had disturbed his peaceful slumber. Almost instantly, the scenes of his nightmare flashed before him; the darkened graveyard, the man named Wormtail, and the most feared dark wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort. Harry had witnessed the rebirth of Voldemort only three weeks before, when the Triwizard cup had transported him to the graveyard where he had come face-to-face with the dark lord himself. Voldemort had tried to kill him, but Harry had escaped yet again, returning to Hogwarts just before Voldemort preformed the curse that would've finished him. Ever since, Harry had been awoken by the same nightmare, to find himself staring around his room, as though suspecting something unusual.
Looking out his curtains to the completely Voldemort-free Street, Harry saw Hedwig, his snowy owl, soaring over the street and his heart leapt. He had written to Sirius almost two weeks ago about his recurring dream and he hoped Sirius' answer would hold some words of comfort. He stepped aside and allowed Hedwig to soar through his window and onto his bed. He pulled the reply off her leg and she flew up to settle on his shoulder, expecting a grateful pat. He unrolled the parchment, and began to read the letter from Sirius, his godfather:
Dear Harry,
I'm sorry to hear that your nightmare is still troubling you, although it is not surprising. What you went through is enough to send most wizards your age into hysterics. Hang in there. Remember, If you have any other dreams that suggest The Dark Lord's whereabouts, go straight to Dumbledore. I won't be in touch for a while, because Dumbledore has sent me another assignment. I can't tell you where I'll be, incase this letter falls into the wrong hands. Keep on the lookout for anything strange, and take care to keep out of trouble.
Sirius
Harry finished reading Sirius' letter, and with a sigh, he placed it on his desk and pulled on his muggle clothes. He usually avoided wearing his wizard robes during the summer holidays, because it greatly angered his Aunt and Uncle. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia and their enormous son, Dudley, were Harry's only living relatives, and they greatly despised magic. He had come to live with them when he was one year old, after Voldemort, at the height of his powers, had murdered his parents. After attempting to kill Harry, and failing, Voldemort fled and Harry was sent to the Dursleys. He had spent the next 10 years of his life being neglected and bullied by his relatives. They had obviously hoped to squash the magic out of him, but hadn't succeeded. He had gone off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy and they had come to despise him even more.
Just as Harry finished dressing, another owl swooped into his room. It deposited a letter on his bed and promptly took flight again. Harry recognized at once that the letter was from Hogwarts. It enclosed the usual letter and a list of the course books he would need for the start of the term;
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5
By Miranda Goshawk
A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration
By Emric Switch
Poisons and Potions
By Arsenius Twitch
Harry put aside his booklist and pulled out a quill and a fresh piece of parchment. He cleared off his desk and scrawled a hasty note to Ron asking if he could meet him at Diagon Alley a week before the start of the term. He gave the note to Hedwig who took off through the window. It was still early in the morning, so Harry pulled his Goblin Rebellions of the 17th century essay, which he had left unfinished last night, toward him and began to write.
That was another thing about the Dursleys. In order to keep him as unhappy as possible, they always forbade him to practice magic under their roof, and yes, that included homework. So Harry was forced to do it in the dead of night or early in the morning. He finished up his essay with a description of Emric the Evil's rise to power and put his homework away. I the absence of Dudley's loud snores, Harry knew it was time to stop working and go downstairs for breakfast.
After eating a hasty breakfast of toast and jam, Harry escaped outside before his aunt could set him to work and before Dudley could bully him. He spent the rest of the day in peaceful repose under the oak tree in the back garden. He could've stayed there all day, but movement in his room caught his eye.
"Uh oh," Harry muttered "It must be Aunt Petunia coming to clean. If she finds my school books I'm toast!"
Harry rushed into the house and bolted up the stairs. He inched along the hallway, and just as he neared his room, he heard Aunt Petunia's fierce shrieks.
"OUT! Get out of my house you filthy beast!" She bellowed "Shoo, go on, get out of here!"
Harry wondered what all that was about. Had Aunt Petunia finally lost her marbles? Why was she screaming at his schoolbooks? All his questions were answered when he rounded the corner and saw a gigantic shaggy black dog sitting on his bed.
"Sirius!" Harry yelled "What are you doing here?"
"Hold it!" Aunt Petunia shrieked. "What is this rubbish? Why is that filthy animal in my house?"
"Aunt Petunia," Harry replied, "this is Sirius, my godfather." Sirius transformed into his human form and Aunt Petunia sank into a dead faint.
"So Sirius, What are you doing here?" Harry asked
"Haven't you heard?" Sirius replied, "They caught Pettigrew, I'm free!"
"Really? No, really? That's great!" Harry exclaimed, "Can I move in with you now? Do you have a house?"
Sirius chuckled at his eagerness, "Of course I do, and I wanted to know if you would come to live with me."
"Of course!" yelled Harry.
That was all Sirius had to hear. With one wave of his wand, Sirius had packed everything Harry owned into his school trunk and loaded it onto his flying motorbike. Harry said hurried good-byes to the Dursleys and hopped on the back of Sirius' bike. The engine roared into life and the bike rose high into the air. As he watched the Dursley's house shrink out of sight, Harry realized that he would never have to see that house again.
Before Harry had stopped enjoying the ride, it was over. The bike touched down in front of a modest blue house with white shudders. Walking through the fence and down the stone pathway, Harry was so excited it was all he could do to keep from sprinting across the threshold. He stepped through the doorway into what was, in his opinion, the greatest house in the world. Sirius had furnished Harry's new room with all kinds of Quidditch memorabilia, and even ordered him a copy of Professional Plays for Spectacular Seekers, a book that he had been longing to read. No longer would he have to do his homework in secret. He could sit on the oak picnic table in the back yard, taking occasional breaks to play wizard chess with Sirius. Harry went to bed that night feeling that things couldn't be any better. Little did he know, the best surprise was yet to come.
He woke early the next morning and quickly jammed his glasses on, looking around to make sure it wasn't all a dream. When he had established the fact that He was really living with Sirius, Harry rushed downstairs feeling happier than he had in weeks. When he got downstairs, however, he thought he must have been in the wrong house. All around him were people with flaming red hair, and smack in the middle of them was Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend.
"Wow!" exclaimed Harry, "When did you guys get here?"
"Just a few minutes ago," was Ron's reply. "It's not that long of a walk."
"Walk from where?" inquired Harry, looking from the Weaslys to Sirius who was positively beaming at him.
"Harry," answered Sirius "this is the biggest surprise. Ron lives just down the street!
