Disclaimer: In this following story you shall hear of a many fellows. I would like to establish now that they are based on actual people and things. In future chapters you will meet a mysterious young gentalman who yeilds the sur name of Baron. I would like to establish that this character's family history is that of my family history. Any claimed relations between characters and real life figures do exist and are based on the history and past of others. Most characters, ideas, and things inside the following story is owned by Warner bros./scholastic/Jk rowling, I take no claim to such things and wish to remind everyone out there that this is fanfiction.
Author's note: I have made a come back in the world of Fanfiction. After being reading for several months on other sites I am BACK! Yeah! I just have one thing to say: "WHAT THE H*** HAPPENED TO THIS PLACE?" and btw I would like to tell everyone that Draki means dragon in Latin.
General information: Harry is in his 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He gets much more mail now (for years Professor Dumbledore, his headmaster, had kept most owl posts from reaching him, but stoped on Harry's 16th birthday.)
Harry would soon be entering his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was a fine looking young man with a muscular body, not so much muscle, but a he was not a boney child. He had black, messy hair. He had a usual handsome face, only for one thing, right dab in the center of his forehead was a lightening bolt scar. Not your usual scar though, a magical scar.
Harry had reached the peek of his teenage life. He had learnt to drive a car in his six year but after receiving a gift of a car from an anonymous fan, the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore had taken it away to run tests upon. He had received it back at the end of the year, but with worry that it would be taken away from him by his relatives, he had had it shrunk before leaving contact (Hopefully for the last time!) with the Wizarding World.
On one side of his room there were several cases within were brooms. There might have been at least 6 cases stacked on top of each other (all minimized at the time). He also bookshelves (Artie and Helf's Self Building Shelves) in which were stacked several spell books and/or his own books. On the first shelf there was his 1st - 3rd year books, on the second there was his 4th - 6th year books, and the last four were devoted for him. They contained everything from his parent's book (the photo album) to his own personal notes.
His own personal notes were a series of books in which he had written different curses and hexes, basically anything that interested him. One thing that he had realized in his 5th year was that he was allowed to make potions during the summer. The only potions that he could not make were ones that required a wand.
Harry took a heavy leather book (Wizarding Transportation: An Everyday Guide) and a black bok with the number Twelve written fancy in gold on the side. He opened to the first black page inside his book and started taking notes on the art of portkeys. He had found the previous year that portkeys could be anything, as long as they could survive the process of creating a portkey. It was a fairly simple process. You just had to brew a special sort of potion, then dip your object inside of it and then program it. There were many different ways to program one, for instance, if you were programing it to make a certain action at a certain time you would say: "Portius trans May, 17, 1999 2:00a.m." You could also program one to only work after being touched by a certain identity, or a "whenever" portkey which works when touched by your finger. He decided though that if he created a portkey (which he planned on) he would create a password portkey, that is a portkey that only works when you say the password. He could not program it until he reached Hogwarts of course but he could mix the potion. Harry smiled at the idea of being able to puff around at Hogwarts. Even though it was protected... he new the password.
He stuggled to keep his eyes open... but soon he was asleep.
"Tap tap tap!"
"tap tap tap!"
"Five more minutes." Harry mumbled from his desk where he had follen asleep.
"Tap tap tap!"
"tap tap tap!"
"tap tap tap!"
Harry slowly woke up, looking about him in a daze, his eyes blurry from sleep. He made his way from his desk to his window, where a large barn owl currently perched. Harry opened up the window and was immediatelyt trampled and peeked by the on coming bird.
Several minuted later he was finished recovering from the attack from the bird, only to look up to see several large groups of birds hurtling towards him. Prepaing for the onslaught of birds. he crindged his face in fright as birds flew everywhich way into his room. Soon floating feathers, of all kinds, were found littering the room. He pointed to a chair far in the corner of the room, providing and instructing them of where to rest. He looked over at Hedwig, his own owl, was staring at the other four score of owls with a mix of anger, hatred, and contempt.
"Bam!" was heard all over the house as Vernon Durlsey stumbled out of bed. Grabbing a glass jar from his night table... he made his way from his room to the small room down the hall.
Harry heard his uncle coming and quickly threw a blanket ove the pile of letters and boxes that were piled onto his bed. He then tried to usher as many owls out of the room as he could, but before the first five were out of the window, his uncle, Vernon Dursley, had threw open the door with a hint of murder in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly flooded with a several scores of owls.
After a few seconds had passed by, Harry helped his uncle up who had fallen in the midst of all of the birds.
In an unsucceful attempt to shake all of the feathers out of his hair he threw his head back and forth in the same manner a dog might after a bee lands on its nose. Spitting out several feather in his mouth he yelled, "What the Hell was that?!"
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry noticed several neiboring house's windows suddenly light up. He shifted from foot to foot trying to find a way of informing the furious muggle of the exact thing that had just attecked him.
Finding himself at a lack of words to describe it, he just shrugged his shoulders and looked over his uncle's heaving form at his aunt, who had just appeared (perhaps more Furious than his uncle), in a pale pink bath robe.
his uncle in a fit of furry turned his wife, "Watch him, I'll be back."
A few minutes later, Harry heard his uncle open the Garage in the dark and drive off in his car (Lexis!)
Harry turned as the door to the house opened to revealhis incrazed uncle with lumber under his arm. The nieghbor's lights shinning behind him which made him look like some insane person just escaped from the mental house. A piece if his hair had somehow flopped onto his forehead.
He grabbed Harry by the collar of his shirt and sprinted up the stairs. Throwing Harry inside his room, he slammed the door. A few seconds later, Harry heard a hammering.
Close to 6:00 a.m. he dared open his door. The hammering had stopped a few hours earlier, and the screams of rage had come to a complete halt. He opened the door to... a wall. A finely built, strong wooden wall at that.
Harry shrugged and went over to his bed to uncover the pile of presents located around the small bed. He started to sort them out.
At close to eight o'clock in the morning, Harry had sorted through all of the presents into three piles: 'Friends,' 'Business,' and 'fans.' After inspecting each pile he concluded that 'Business' was by far the largest. Picked up the closest package, a medium-sized brown package, from the pile. He read the card.
1784 Sinkilie
It is with my great pleasure to invite you to a special lecture at the Ministral Centre of France on the third of September. Lecture is to be held on the International Department of Mysteries in the French government.
We await your response.
Yann Dejion
Yann Dejion
Head of Current Affairs of the French Ministry
Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
I have the biggest honor in offering you a job as a Quidditch player with the Montrose Magpies! Job will pay 100 galleons per month and a 25 galleon bonus for every game won. If you except You will work 4 months of the year: The summer and christimas vacations.
Soon Harry had found that he had been offered jobs from the following quidditch teams: Ballycastle Bats, Caerphilly Catapults, Gorodok Gargoyles, Heidelberg Harriers, Kenmare Kestrels, Montrose Magpies, Moose Jaw Meteorites, Tchamba Charmers , and the Stonewall Stormers .
Harry started to open his "friends" pile.
Harry put the presents away... and as he turned around he heard a small "pop." He found himself face-to-face with...
Cliffie!
