Witch to Muggle, Chapter 1
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He threw his arms up and ran for his life, tumbling twice over the tombstones that barely showed in the dark. But he couldn't escape Voldemort and his lightning speed. The dark lord's spell hit him on the head with a big bang and he tumbled backwards…and fell to the floor, unconscious.
When he woke up, Peter Pettigrew had the memory of someone who had just left Hogwarts, 16 years before he betrayed his best friends, James and Lily, and killed them.
He didn't know this, though. Peter Pettigrew had completely forgotten. He didn't know why he was in the graveyard, nor why his hands looked 20 years older. He thought it was a joke that his friends James,Lily, Sirius and Remus had played on him, the aging spell or something of the sort.
He scrambled to get up, searching in his robes for his wand. It wasn't there. Not to worry, surely James had took it. He gave himself a hearted grin and left the graveyard, shaking his head back in forth. He couldn't see Voldemort shaking in silent laughter.
Meanwhile, Harry Potter, at the other end of the country, turned over in his sleep, ignoring completely the two owls who were fluttering excitedly at his feet. He was to sleepy to care if his so called "family" woke up. He wouldn't care if they were cursed by Voldemort! Ever since he had told them about Sirius and how he was accused of being a murderer, they had been so afraid of him that Dudley would've wet himself ten times. Of course, her never bothered to tell them that Sirius was completely innocent. He liked to keep them on their toes and scared that they would be murdered any moment. Uncle Vernon even had his will made...if ever he was murderered or appeared dead for no reason, the police was to arrest Harry and his godfather immediately. Harry had to bury himself under his covers to stop himself from laughing.
Uncle Vernon, despite his humongous size and evil temper, was still scared every time Harry said the word father or god, so , naturally, Harry made a resolution to say godfather at least once a day. Thanks to that sentence that he didn't say, he was now feared by everyone in his family. They let him to whatever he wanted, but Uncle Vernon had to draw the line at feeding Hedwig.
"I shall not be feeding a BIRD!" he had said, roaring.
' You're feeding two pigs and an ostrich, so what's the big difference?' Harry had thought bitterly, nearly retreating his wand and shooting at his fat uncle between the eyes, but he dared not push it. He was nearly expelled before and well, another misuse of magic was gonna cost him dearly.
Hedwig, who was getting irriated from one, having a package tied to her legs and two, from staying beside an overexcited Pig all night long. She flew to Harry's pillow and gently pecked him on the nose, while waiting, hooting softly.
"What, Hedwig? It's the middle of the night!" Harry said groggily, and put on his glasses to see better in the darkness.
Hedwig flew to the edge of the bed, where she hooted and gave Harry an exasperated look. Her eyes landed on Pig and she looked at him ashamedfully, as if telling him, "That's not how a dignified owl should behave!" Her amber eyes clearly showed that she was at all excited about the little owl's visit...she looked at Harry annoyed, as if telling him, "Can't you get him away from me? "
Harry crawled slowly to where the owls where standing, at the foot of the bed. "Shh," he said, in a whisper. "I don't want you to wake up the Dursleys.." Harry was still hated by them, and they would try their best to get him arrested...waking one's family up in the middle of the night was first on their How to Get Rid of Harry list.
He gave Hedwig a sympathetic look. "I know, he's still young, Hedwig. He'll learn. Look, I'll send him back with a letter, as soon as I'm finished, and then you get to rest in peace, all right?" Hedwig hooted to show that she agreed.
He gave her a cracker and she flew to her water cage happily, carrying the cracker as a treasure. She also gave a hoot to Pig which obviously meant: "Ha! That's my reward for being good!"
Pig didn't seem to mind. He flew to Harry and landed on his shoulder. Harry winced as the sharp claws of the little owl dug into his shoulder. "A bit softer, please.." he told the owl, and Pig loosened his grip. Harry took the envelope from Pig's leg and started reading.
Dear Harry,
What's up with you? Why haven't you been answering all of my 20 letters? (Harry looked at the pile of mail to be read and smiled guiltily.)Anyways, I'm asking you for the 20th time to stay with us for the rest of the summer. Who knows, if you don't reply, the summer might beover before you could come and stay.
How about it? We're going to like, exterminate garden gnomes and practice Quidditch and stuff. I want to beat your record of flying one fifty feet. Was he like, fat or what? And by the way, on your birthday we're gonna go to Diagon Alley, Fred and George and Ginny and Hermione and me. SO? I swear, Harry, if you don't answer soon, I'm gonna send the Wizarding Guard after you.
Ron, for the twentiest time.
Harry smiled to himself as he thought of spending the summer at The Burrow. That was like twenty times better than another boring summer with the Dursleys. What he couldn't figure out was how Ron managed to send twenty letters in 15 days. He had only been gone fifteen days! The other thing he had to figure out was how he's going to explain that they had actually gone on vacation that year, him with the Dursleys. He took out a new sheet of parchment and extracted a ordinary Muggle ball point from under the crack in his floor. He didn't bother to open another bottle of ink. He paused and wrote:
Ron,
Just to tell you, I haven't been ignoring you. The reason? Long story short, I'm gonna tell you when I get to your house. You don't have to send the -what did you call it-, wizarding guard? Is it like the National Guard in the Muggle world? The Dursleys are letting me do basically whatever I want. I think I like having a murderer-like god father.
Now all I have to do is trash your nineteen other letters...sorry for not replying!
See you later,
Harry.
PS. Can you pick me up on July 27th? Whatever you do, don't come by Floo powder, alright? I don't think the Muggles got over your last visit.
He looked up to look into the faces of two owls, Pig, with his happy, overexcited self, and Hedwig, who had finished her cracker. The two were looking at each other, dislike shooting from their eyes. Actually Hedwig was looking at Pig with dislike in her amber eyes. Pig was just happy!He tied the letter onto Pig's leg and watched as the little owl flew hyperly out the window.
"Don't look at me like that," he laughed, and gave Hedwig's head a little stroke. "It's going to be your turn." Seeing the package on her leg, he took it and started reading.
Dear Harry,
Ron's told me that you haven't been answering his letters, so I'm here to clear the situation up. What's wrong? Have you been suddenly absorbed into doing homework? (Harry sniggered.) I have been, of course. I hope you have too, and I hope that's the reason why you're not answering Ron.
Answer Ron soon, ok? Come with us to Diagon Alley on July 31st, which, by the way, happens to be your birthday...so...are you coming?
Love from,
Hermione.
Harry took another piece of parchment, rolled up his sleeves, and wrote a short note to Hermione.
"Here," He tied the note onto Hedwig's legs, and watched as the snowy owl hoot happily and fly out the window. He watched as she flew up in to the night sky, like a star drifting slowly away from him. She spread out her wings and in a flash, she was gone.
She wouldn't be back for a little while. And since he was awake and sleep seemed to have left him, Harry hesitated, then took a letter from the high pile on the floor. Maybe he shouldn't have let Hedwig go. If he had, Voldemort would know where...
He was hallucinating...he was dreaming. Voldemort was probably still in Algeria or something..where he had been the last time they encountered.
His mind wandered back to the most recent events...
"Kill Him!"
Those two words repeated themselves over and over again in his head. Harry thought about how narrow his escape was. He barely came out of the cemetery alive. He had survived, like everyone had expected him to. Somehow, Voldemort didn't seem capable of killing him...
But Voldemort killed Cedric.
He had ruined the happy, young life of Cedric Diggory. If only he hadn't given him the Tri Wizard cup. If only he hadn't offered it to Cedric...if only he had seen through Barty Crouch's crafty disguise...if only he had know the plan they had...
But no. He was dumb enough to believe Crouch. Now Cedric, with his gray, laughing eyes, was just a memory...a terrible memory that Harry will always blame himself for, no matter what Fred&George, Ginny, Ron or Hermione said.
Harry had a sudden urge to fly into the night sky with his FireBolt and call Hedwig back. The world was becoming too dangerous.
'Calm down,' he told himself. 'She'll be fine! It's only a short deliver to Hermione...'
His thoughts suddely wandered back to Voldemort. The one who caused all the terror in the magical world. Fury burned in Harry's eyes as he thought about Voldemort. All the pain he caused, all the suffering, the deaths.He had picked people off one by one, like helpless fleas, until there were hardly anyone standing.
He thought of his parents. Of why Voldemort killed them. Of how he killed them. They had died in the flash of green light, his father first, then his mum.
The Adava Kedavra had killed them both.
Then he thought of Neville Longbottom. His chubby friend at Hogwarts had always lived with his grandparents, and until last year he had never bothered to know why.
He had thought, in the back of his mind, that they were dead. Well, they were. Only not entirely. They were half dead.
The flames in his eyes burned highed. Neville's parents were recently living in an institution. In fact, they had been living there for the last 10 years. Why?
Voldemort.
He had cast the Imperius curse on them. One of the unforgivable and forbidden curses..
They were turned into helpless VEGETABLES.
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He threw his arms up and ran for his life, tumbling twice over the tombstones that barely showed in the dark. But he couldn't escape Voldemort and his lightning speed. The dark lord's spell hit him on the head with a big bang and he tumbled backwards…and fell to the floor, unconscious.
When he woke up, Peter Pettigrew had the memory of someone who had just left Hogwarts, 16 years before he betrayed his best friends, James and Lily, and killed them.
He didn't know this, though. Peter Pettigrew had completely forgotten. He didn't know why he was in the graveyard, nor why his hands looked 20 years older. He thought it was a joke that his friends James,Lily, Sirius and Remus had played on him, the aging spell or something of the sort.
He scrambled to get up, searching in his robes for his wand. It wasn't there. Not to worry, surely James had took it. He gave himself a hearted grin and left the graveyard, shaking his head back in forth. He couldn't see Voldemort shaking in silent laughter.
Meanwhile, Harry Potter, at the other end of the country, turned over in his sleep, ignoring completely the two owls who were fluttering excitedly at his feet. He was to sleepy to care if his so called "family" woke up. He wouldn't care if they were cursed by Voldemort! Ever since he had told them about Sirius and how he was accused of being a murderer, they had been so afraid of him that Dudley would've wet himself ten times. Of course, her never bothered to tell them that Sirius was completely innocent. He liked to keep them on their toes and scared that they would be murdered any moment. Uncle Vernon even had his will made...if ever he was murderered or appeared dead for no reason, the police was to arrest Harry and his godfather immediately. Harry had to bury himself under his covers to stop himself from laughing.
Uncle Vernon, despite his humongous size and evil temper, was still scared every time Harry said the word father or god, so , naturally, Harry made a resolution to say godfather at least once a day. Thanks to that sentence that he didn't say, he was now feared by everyone in his family. They let him to whatever he wanted, but Uncle Vernon had to draw the line at feeding Hedwig.
"I shall not be feeding a BIRD!" he had said, roaring.
' You're feeding two pigs and an ostrich, so what's the big difference?' Harry had thought bitterly, nearly retreating his wand and shooting at his fat uncle between the eyes, but he dared not push it. He was nearly expelled before and well, another misuse of magic was gonna cost him dearly.
Hedwig, who was getting irriated from one, having a package tied to her legs and two, from staying beside an overexcited Pig all night long. She flew to Harry's pillow and gently pecked him on the nose, while waiting, hooting softly.
"What, Hedwig? It's the middle of the night!" Harry said groggily, and put on his glasses to see better in the darkness.
Hedwig flew to the edge of the bed, where she hooted and gave Harry an exasperated look. Her eyes landed on Pig and she looked at him ashamedfully, as if telling him, "That's not how a dignified owl should behave!" Her amber eyes clearly showed that she was at all excited about the little owl's visit...she looked at Harry annoyed, as if telling him, "Can't you get him away from me? "
Harry crawled slowly to where the owls where standing, at the foot of the bed. "Shh," he said, in a whisper. "I don't want you to wake up the Dursleys.." Harry was still hated by them, and they would try their best to get him arrested...waking one's family up in the middle of the night was first on their How to Get Rid of Harry list.
He gave Hedwig a sympathetic look. "I know, he's still young, Hedwig. He'll learn. Look, I'll send him back with a letter, as soon as I'm finished, and then you get to rest in peace, all right?" Hedwig hooted to show that she agreed.
He gave her a cracker and she flew to her water cage happily, carrying the cracker as a treasure. She also gave a hoot to Pig which obviously meant: "Ha! That's my reward for being good!"
Pig didn't seem to mind. He flew to Harry and landed on his shoulder. Harry winced as the sharp claws of the little owl dug into his shoulder. "A bit softer, please.." he told the owl, and Pig loosened his grip. Harry took the envelope from Pig's leg and started reading.
Dear Harry,
What's up with you? Why haven't you been answering all of my 20 letters? (Harry looked at the pile of mail to be read and smiled guiltily.)Anyways, I'm asking you for the 20th time to stay with us for the rest of the summer. Who knows, if you don't reply, the summer might beover before you could come and stay.
How about it? We're going to like, exterminate garden gnomes and practice Quidditch and stuff. I want to beat your record of flying one fifty feet. Was he like, fat or what? And by the way, on your birthday we're gonna go to Diagon Alley, Fred and George and Ginny and Hermione and me. SO? I swear, Harry, if you don't answer soon, I'm gonna send the Wizarding Guard after you.
Ron, for the twentiest time.
Harry smiled to himself as he thought of spending the summer at The Burrow. That was like twenty times better than another boring summer with the Dursleys. What he couldn't figure out was how Ron managed to send twenty letters in 15 days. He had only been gone fifteen days! The other thing he had to figure out was how he's going to explain that they had actually gone on vacation that year, him with the Dursleys. He took out a new sheet of parchment and extracted a ordinary Muggle ball point from under the crack in his floor. He didn't bother to open another bottle of ink. He paused and wrote:
Ron,
Just to tell you, I haven't been ignoring you. The reason? Long story short, I'm gonna tell you when I get to your house. You don't have to send the -what did you call it-, wizarding guard? Is it like the National Guard in the Muggle world? The Dursleys are letting me do basically whatever I want. I think I like having a murderer-like god father.
Now all I have to do is trash your nineteen other letters...sorry for not replying!
See you later,
Harry.
PS. Can you pick me up on July 27th? Whatever you do, don't come by Floo powder, alright? I don't think the Muggles got over your last visit.
He looked up to look into the faces of two owls, Pig, with his happy, overexcited self, and Hedwig, who had finished her cracker. The two were looking at each other, dislike shooting from their eyes. Actually Hedwig was looking at Pig with dislike in her amber eyes. Pig was just happy!He tied the letter onto Pig's leg and watched as the little owl flew hyperly out the window.
"Don't look at me like that," he laughed, and gave Hedwig's head a little stroke. "It's going to be your turn." Seeing the package on her leg, he took it and started reading.
Dear Harry,
Ron's told me that you haven't been answering his letters, so I'm here to clear the situation up. What's wrong? Have you been suddenly absorbed into doing homework? (Harry sniggered.) I have been, of course. I hope you have too, and I hope that's the reason why you're not answering Ron.
Answer Ron soon, ok? Come with us to Diagon Alley on July 31st, which, by the way, happens to be your birthday...so...are you coming?
Love from,
Hermione.
Harry took another piece of parchment, rolled up his sleeves, and wrote a short note to Hermione.
"Here," He tied the note onto Hedwig's legs, and watched as the snowy owl hoot happily and fly out the window. He watched as she flew up in to the night sky, like a star drifting slowly away from him. She spread out her wings and in a flash, she was gone.
She wouldn't be back for a little while. And since he was awake and sleep seemed to have left him, Harry hesitated, then took a letter from the high pile on the floor. Maybe he shouldn't have let Hedwig go. If he had, Voldemort would know where...
He was hallucinating...he was dreaming. Voldemort was probably still in Algeria or something..where he had been the last time they encountered.
His mind wandered back to the most recent events...
"Kill Him!"
Those two words repeated themselves over and over again in his head. Harry thought about how narrow his escape was. He barely came out of the cemetery alive. He had survived, like everyone had expected him to. Somehow, Voldemort didn't seem capable of killing him...
But Voldemort killed Cedric.
He had ruined the happy, young life of Cedric Diggory. If only he hadn't given him the Tri Wizard cup. If only he hadn't offered it to Cedric...if only he had seen through Barty Crouch's crafty disguise...if only he had know the plan they had...
But no. He was dumb enough to believe Crouch. Now Cedric, with his gray, laughing eyes, was just a memory...a terrible memory that Harry will always blame himself for, no matter what Fred&George, Ginny, Ron or Hermione said.
Harry had a sudden urge to fly into the night sky with his FireBolt and call Hedwig back. The world was becoming too dangerous.
'Calm down,' he told himself. 'She'll be fine! It's only a short deliver to Hermione...'
His thoughts suddely wandered back to Voldemort. The one who caused all the terror in the magical world. Fury burned in Harry's eyes as he thought about Voldemort. All the pain he caused, all the suffering, the deaths.He had picked people off one by one, like helpless fleas, until there were hardly anyone standing.
He thought of his parents. Of why Voldemort killed them. Of how he killed them. They had died in the flash of green light, his father first, then his mum.
The Adava Kedavra had killed them both.
Then he thought of Neville Longbottom. His chubby friend at Hogwarts had always lived with his grandparents, and until last year he had never bothered to know why.
He had thought, in the back of his mind, that they were dead. Well, they were. Only not entirely. They were half dead.
The flames in his eyes burned highed. Neville's parents were recently living in an institution. In fact, they had been living there for the last 10 years. Why?
Voldemort.
He had cast the Imperius curse on them. One of the unforgivable and forbidden curses..
They were turned into helpless VEGETABLES.
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If you liked it, please review!
~NeptuneMist~
