In Search for Harry
By Dove a.k.a The Angel
Chapter One: The Boy who disappeared
It was the evening of the last remnants of the summer. The
orange sun was setting behind a pink red sky. A small breeze blew past the street
making a soft rustle from the tree leaves across the perfectly lined up lawns,
in front of what seemed to be a street of normal houses.
However there was something different to North Wick Avenue than
the average street in Britain. If one somehow manage to walk onto this street,
they could see at that present moment two young women swooping down on what
looked like broom sticks defying gravity and at the same time another young man
in black robes appear out of thin air a few feet from them.
What made this street different from many others was that in
each of these houses lived the families of Witches and Wizards. A miniscule
part of the world that was kept hidden from the non-magical community known as
'muggles.'
It was just around a quarter of a decade since the 'Final
Battle,' the fight between the Dark Lord, Voldemort and the Boy Who Lived,
Harry Potter. Voldemort was a dark wizard who had murdered Harry's parents when
he was one, and from Harry's first year in Hogwarts, the Dark Lord had continued
to pursue the boy until his graduation day, where the two duelled and from good
fortune, courage, and skill, Harry managed to defeat Voldemort once again.
However in doing so it also created another mystery, a week
after Voldemort was banished, the famous Harry Potter disappeared. No one knew
what became of him. Search parties were led out and even the famous Albus
Dumbledore took several months out of his position of headmaster of Hogwarts
School of Wizardry and Witchcraft to look for the boy, but it was useless. He
had simply vanished leaving behind no clue, no trace of what so ever that had
happened to him.
Some say that Voldemort trapped him within a curse just before
he was defeated while others thought that the death of some of his friends
caused enough guilt for him to run away into hiding. Even now wizards and
witches were looking for him, from 'The Boy who lived' he became 'The Boy who
disappeared'.
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Hermione looked up to the sky and took a deep breath as another
soft breeze blew past her, raising the loose strands of her brown, now
straighter, hair. Beside her a black haired witch with brown low-lights landed
off her broom and gave a small smile, "Thinking about your friend again?" She
asked Hermione.
"Don't we always," a voice behind them said as the wizard who
had apparated, walked up to the two witches, brushing his flaming red hair
back.
It had been a couple of years since Harry had disappeared and
like always the world continued. Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, sad as they were
about their best friend's disappearance slowly adjusted to life without him.
On finishing Hogwarts, Ron took up a small position in the
Ministry of Magic rapidly advancing to the youngest head of the Department of
Magical Games and Sports at twenty, (Ludo Bagman, the previous head had been
fired after been caught swindling the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge's
nephew in a game between Appleby Arrows and Tutshill Tornados, two teams of a
much loved wizarding sport - Quidditch.)
Hermione had continued on with higher studies and went to the
Evergreen University of Sorcery in Europe to take her W.H.A.L.Es
(Wizards/Witches Higher Academic Level Examinations.) It was there she met Jade
Hyadia, their new friend and now one of their current housemate.
Hermione returned the smile, Jade and Ron gave her and the three
walked wearily into their home of two months, the only house with a slight
mystique to it. Their home was an old lodging house, found on the end of North
Wick Avenue, and behind it was a large field. The outside was old and looked
dangerous to live in but magic had its advantages and since the entire street
was magical then there was no suspicion as to how it was held from falling
down. Inside however was a different story, modernised by magic yet it still
held the many years of history within its walls.
"It's been nearly three years, since he's disappeared and still
not one damn clue as to where he went." Hermione complained as she rummaged
around her bag for her keys, and when she fished them out of her bag, Jade had
already opened the strong oak door.
"I'm beginning to thi…" she continued when loud bang went off
and a high speed-flying ball zoomed towards the three nearly knocking Hermione
down, exploding once it hit the wall showering the group with a blast of cold
water.
"Sorry!!!" a voice rang out and the patter of steps were heard
as Fred and George Weasley, Ron's mischievous older brothers came into view,
their' red hair in disarray and their grinning faces black from the explosion.
"New invention," George explained, he was the founder along with
his brother, Fred of 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes', an infamous joke shop that had
rapidly expanded in the four years since it began to a multi-corporate company
running against Zonko's products.
"Needs a bit more work," Jade pointed out as she rung out her
hair. Although she had not gone to Hogwarts with her four housemates, Hermione
and Ron had told her the most memorable adventures and events that had happened
during their time there and she herself had experienced first hand, Fred and
George's inventions by sampling a Canary Cream. The housemates were use to Fred
and George's creations, now.
"What exactly is it meant to be?" Hermione asked as she raised
her wand to perform a quick drying spell around the area.
"Just another trick, needs to be finished," Fred answered. "How
was your first day in the Department of Magical Objects?" He asked briskly to
change the conversation.
"It was… interesting," Hermione said quickly, walking through
several corridors towards the kitchen.
Jade laughed and explained while following her friend, "We
raided an old crone's house and Hermione had some what trouble with a vanity
mirror with an attitude. They spent two hours arguing about her hair until the
Mr Coral (Head of the Department of Magical Objects) interrupted."
Hermione grumbled something that sounded remotely like: "She
started it," while filling a kettle with water. "Ferveiacio," she
muttered and the kettle switched on as the group gathered around the kitchen
counter conversing about the day's events. Within minutes the kettle gave a low
whistle and Hermione started pouring out some tea. As she took a seat at the
counter with her cup of tea, something nagged at the back of her mind about
mirrors.
"Yes, Oliver Wood, he's been captain of 'Puddlemere United' for
a couple of years now, hear England's interested in him," Ron was saying as she
sat down.
"Poor England," Fred replied, "Remember how he used to wake us
up at the crack of dawn for practises, George?"
"Yeah, and we practised in all types of weather too, but we
finally won the Quidditch cup in his last year, thanx to Harry."
"Oh, he was so disappointed that year when we were flattened by
Ravenclaw."
"Was that the year Harry was unconscious?" Jade asked.
"Yeah, he stopped 'You-Know-Who' from getting the Philosopher's
Stone out the Mirror of Erised."
Hermione suddenly jumped up, her eyes widened as she loosened
her grip on her cup, dropping it and spilling tea down the counter onto her
housemates' lap.
"Hermione!" They moaned as Jade picked up the cup and saucer
while Ron reached for a towel. Hermione stood thinking her thoughts over as
Fred and George waved their hands frantically in front of her eyes.
"Ron! I got it!" Hermione said ignoring the twin's hands,
grabbing her bewildered friend by the shoulder as he mopped the spilt tea,
"I've got it!"
"Got what, Hermione? Look you're making me fling the soaked up
tea everywhere!"
"Ron, I know how to find out where
Harry went!"
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A/N:
Ok, so that's the first chapter to my first try at a HP fan
fiction solo. What do you think? Is the
idea too original; un-real; silly; ok; abnormal; good; strange, what? Please
review and tell me what you think and oh, should I continue this? I have a
vague (emphasise on vague) idea of the plot but any suggestions, criticism, and
comments about anything are welcome with gratitude.
Thank you,
Dove, (Always the Little Miss)
Disclaimer (Are these suppose to be at the beginning or
end?):
As written so many times by every HP fan fiction author: Harry
Potter and co' do not belong to moi. Nor does the idea of the Magical
community; Muggles; M.O.M; Hogwarts and so forth. They are the creation of J.K.
Rowling (like you didn't know already) and belong either to her or Warner
Brother's (no idea.)
The only thing I can claim here are the characters: Jade Hyadia
and Mr Coral. Still no money is being made here, so please don't sue me. J
