CHAPTER 5
Draco lifted his wand again. "Harry, it's very simple! Just say the words, patherna leopra and the big, angry, cat will come shooting out of the wand!"
Harry shook his head in frustration. "But couldn't You-Know-Who stop that?"
"Harry, Harry, would you be calm and cool when you see a powerful beast come at you? Or would you run to your mommy?"
Harry looked at Draco. "You don't seem to get it. I'm using these spells to stop He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Do you really think that he would run and hide when he sees a panther? This is VOLDEMORT we are talking about! I don't think that he would run and hide.
"Listen, Draco. I haven't told anyone this, but since I was little, I've had these dreams. And retired Aurors were in these dreams. They told me that I must save the witches and wizards of England. So, it has become my quest to find Voldemort and kill him."
Draco just stared. "So-so you're calling yourself the newest Joan of Arc, is that it? You think you can just prance along this world and claim that it has become your mission and your cause of life to save the wizarding world?" Harry just nodded. "That is fabulous! Why, you're a regular Maid of Loraine!"
"Er-I'm not so sure about that, Draco," said Harry, as he bit his lip. "I'm not the Master of Loraine."
"Well you'll have to stop saying that," said Draco, and he began to pace around the room. "Yes, we'll gather all the top wizarding fighters, and they shall join you!"
Harry shook his head violently. "Unlike Joan of Arc, I'm not trying to bring people together. I'm trying to separate them.
"Just think what would happen if I tried to unite England. Voldemort would have all his Death Eaters join our side. And, of course, we would never know they were his Death Eaters. So, we'd let them join, then POW! They'd attack-just like that. And we'd be so venerable."
Draco considered this for a moment. "You know what, Harry? You're right! That wouldn't not be good."
Hermionie walked into the room. "Uh, Harry? Your mom says that you need to get ready for the party. And Draco, if you'd like to join us..."
Draco's eyes lit up? "Oh? And what party would we be attending? Queen Elizabeth's? Prince William's? Who?"
Hermionie bit her lip. "Uh, Harry's aunt and uncle."
"Oh!" Draco tried to hide the disappointment-unsuccessfully. "Well, that should be a real ball, eh Harry?"
Harry shook his head. "No way! Their son, Dudley, is amazing. He always makes me look bad. I hate going there. It's so shitty."
Draco jokingly shook his finger at Harry, and, mimicking Lily, said, "Now Harry, they are family! Let's be appropriate!"
Harry picked up a dirty sock which had been on the floor and threw it at him. "Shut up. And just for that, you're coming to visit these awful people with me. If I'm suffering, you're suffering with me!"
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"Lily, dear! It's so good too see you!" exclaimed Petunia, as she hugged her sister. "Oh, and how's my little niece?"
"Just fine, Aunt Petty!" Jenny said happily. "Is Uncle Vernny home?"
Petunia nodded. "In the living room, dear. But you can't go see him until I get a hug, first!"
Jen ran into Petunia's arms. "Can I go see Uncle Vernny, now Aunt Petty?" Jenny began to jump up and down, eager to go see Vernon.
Petunia laughed. "Yes dear, you can go see him now." Petunia turned to Harry and Hermionie. "Hermionie dear, you're still going out with this slacker?"
Hermionie laughed. "Yes, Mrs. Dursley. I still haven't broken the spell Harry has cast on me." Harry just rolled his eyes.
"Aunt Petunia? Could I go see Topanga?" Harry tired to look as sweet as possible.
It was no mystery that Petunia hated Harry. First of all, his name was Harry. It was a downright nasty, common name if you asked her. At least Jennifer was pretty. Harry wasn't even pretty. In fact, it was horrible! And then, Harry has to go and put Petunia's family threw total destruction. Well, not literally, but he did in theory. It was because of his beating Voldemort that put the Dursley family threw shame. In Petunia and Vernon's mind, Dudley was a lot better then Harry. And would always be. Dudley was good enough to eliminate Voldemort. But would anyone believe it? No...of course not. So Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley hated Harry. From his inner-soul, to his fingernails.
And so, since he knew he wasn't ever wanted, Harry hung around Topanga, the beautiful, sleek, black lab that the Dursleys owned. It was so gorgeous...and sweet. It was the only member of the Dursley family that didn't hate Harry. Topanga loved Harry. She would play with him all the time...that is, if Petunia let them play. Petunia knew how much Harry loved that lab, and would not let them play when Harry would have to stay at their house whenever Lily and James went on their major Auror trips.
But with Lily here, Petunia was not about to tell off her nephew.
"Er...sure, darling. She's in the back."
Harry beamed. "Thank you. C'mon, Draco, Hermionie."
They ran to the backyard.
And screamed.
Draco lifted his wand again. "Harry, it's very simple! Just say the words, patherna leopra and the big, angry, cat will come shooting out of the wand!"
Harry shook his head in frustration. "But couldn't You-Know-Who stop that?"
"Harry, Harry, would you be calm and cool when you see a powerful beast come at you? Or would you run to your mommy?"
Harry looked at Draco. "You don't seem to get it. I'm using these spells to stop He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Do you really think that he would run and hide when he sees a panther? This is VOLDEMORT we are talking about! I don't think that he would run and hide.
"Listen, Draco. I haven't told anyone this, but since I was little, I've had these dreams. And retired Aurors were in these dreams. They told me that I must save the witches and wizards of England. So, it has become my quest to find Voldemort and kill him."
Draco just stared. "So-so you're calling yourself the newest Joan of Arc, is that it? You think you can just prance along this world and claim that it has become your mission and your cause of life to save the wizarding world?" Harry just nodded. "That is fabulous! Why, you're a regular Maid of Loraine!"
"Er-I'm not so sure about that, Draco," said Harry, as he bit his lip. "I'm not the Master of Loraine."
"Well you'll have to stop saying that," said Draco, and he began to pace around the room. "Yes, we'll gather all the top wizarding fighters, and they shall join you!"
Harry shook his head violently. "Unlike Joan of Arc, I'm not trying to bring people together. I'm trying to separate them.
"Just think what would happen if I tried to unite England. Voldemort would have all his Death Eaters join our side. And, of course, we would never know they were his Death Eaters. So, we'd let them join, then POW! They'd attack-just like that. And we'd be so venerable."
Draco considered this for a moment. "You know what, Harry? You're right! That wouldn't not be good."
Hermionie walked into the room. "Uh, Harry? Your mom says that you need to get ready for the party. And Draco, if you'd like to join us..."
Draco's eyes lit up? "Oh? And what party would we be attending? Queen Elizabeth's? Prince William's? Who?"
Hermionie bit her lip. "Uh, Harry's aunt and uncle."
"Oh!" Draco tried to hide the disappointment-unsuccessfully. "Well, that should be a real ball, eh Harry?"
Harry shook his head. "No way! Their son, Dudley, is amazing. He always makes me look bad. I hate going there. It's so shitty."
Draco jokingly shook his finger at Harry, and, mimicking Lily, said, "Now Harry, they are family! Let's be appropriate!"
Harry picked up a dirty sock which had been on the floor and threw it at him. "Shut up. And just for that, you're coming to visit these awful people with me. If I'm suffering, you're suffering with me!"
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"Lily, dear! It's so good too see you!" exclaimed Petunia, as she hugged her sister. "Oh, and how's my little niece?"
"Just fine, Aunt Petty!" Jenny said happily. "Is Uncle Vernny home?"
Petunia nodded. "In the living room, dear. But you can't go see him until I get a hug, first!"
Jen ran into Petunia's arms. "Can I go see Uncle Vernny, now Aunt Petty?" Jenny began to jump up and down, eager to go see Vernon.
Petunia laughed. "Yes dear, you can go see him now." Petunia turned to Harry and Hermionie. "Hermionie dear, you're still going out with this slacker?"
Hermionie laughed. "Yes, Mrs. Dursley. I still haven't broken the spell Harry has cast on me." Harry just rolled his eyes.
"Aunt Petunia? Could I go see Topanga?" Harry tired to look as sweet as possible.
It was no mystery that Petunia hated Harry. First of all, his name was Harry. It was a downright nasty, common name if you asked her. At least Jennifer was pretty. Harry wasn't even pretty. In fact, it was horrible! And then, Harry has to go and put Petunia's family threw total destruction. Well, not literally, but he did in theory. It was because of his beating Voldemort that put the Dursley family threw shame. In Petunia and Vernon's mind, Dudley was a lot better then Harry. And would always be. Dudley was good enough to eliminate Voldemort. But would anyone believe it? No...of course not. So Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley hated Harry. From his inner-soul, to his fingernails.
And so, since he knew he wasn't ever wanted, Harry hung around Topanga, the beautiful, sleek, black lab that the Dursleys owned. It was so gorgeous...and sweet. It was the only member of the Dursley family that didn't hate Harry. Topanga loved Harry. She would play with him all the time...that is, if Petunia let them play. Petunia knew how much Harry loved that lab, and would not let them play when Harry would have to stay at their house whenever Lily and James went on their major Auror trips.
But with Lily here, Petunia was not about to tell off her nephew.
"Er...sure, darling. She's in the back."
Harry beamed. "Thank you. C'mon, Draco, Hermionie."
They ran to the backyard.
And screamed.