Harry Potter and the Heir of Light and Darkness - Chapter 2 - Rescue from
the Dursleys
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to it. I own the servant and whomever I decide to add later. I hate writing these things.
"How are things going, my servant?" the master asked it. His voice slithered as he spoke, like a serpant. The servant never admitted it was afraid of its master. It always put on a braze face. But inside, it was just as fearful and scared as the rest of his pitiful death eaters.
"I have infiltrated the enemy's sanctuary. Things will be resolved by the end of the year. You will have your power, and I will have the name of the heir of Voldemort," the servant hissed back.
*Good,* the master thought. *Very good. Everything is going in accordance to plan.*
****
A ring echoed through the Dursley residence, followed by an angry Vernon Dursley grumbling as he got up to answer it. He trudged over to the door, and sleepily opened it up to see a large burley man, possibly in his forties, crushing his front porch. "'Ello! Is 'Arry here?" That was when Vernon fainted.
* * * *
"Oh, honey, are you alright?" Vernon Dursley's wife, Petunia, asked him as he woke up. Suddenly, it all came rushing back to him.
"Where? Where is that son of a -"
"Vernon! Not in front of Dudley-kins!" his wife reprimanded him as he turned to see his son and that worthless nephew of his standing to the left of him. And to the right of him.
"You," Vernon said as he shot up off the couch. "Just what do you think you're doing here? After you did that to Dudley? And you!" he said as he pointed accusingly at Harry. "How-How dare you! How could you bring your - your kind into this house! After all I've done for you!" He spat as he said the words.
"Uncle Vernon, really, I didn't know Hagrid would-"
"SILENCE!" the entire house shook with Vernon's shrieks. Hagrid made a move towards Vernon and took out his umbrella. Fear seized the Dursleys, as they remembered what the giant that had done the last time they had seen him. Dudley grabbed his behind appreciatively.
"Mum, Dad, don't let him get me!" Dudley screeched as he ran behind his father.
Hagrid sighed deeply as he took out a roll of parchment. "Alright 'Arry, I'm supposed ter take 'yeh to Ron's house ter spend the rest of the summer holidays."
"Really, Hagrid?" Harry said with more than appreciation in his eyes. "That would be wonderful!" Hagrid smiled and nudged the boy lightly on the shoulder.
"There yeh are, 'Arry. Now, I have your list fer all the things yeh'll need fer school on this paper 'ere." Hagrid held out the parchment he had been holding and gave it to Harry. "Now, go get yeh school stuff," Hagrid said happily.
"Thank you, Hagrid! I'm already gone!" Harry shouted as he bolted up the stairs and stormed through the halls. The Dursleys, however, looked apprehensively at Hagrid.
"So, you're taking the boy away from us, eh?" Vernon asked. "Good thing; he was beginning to wear on my nerves." Hagrid's eyes narrowed.
"Say that again, Dursley," Hagrid said dangerously. He slid his umbrella so that the tip was under Vernon's neck. Vernon gulped and shook as he moved edgily away from the tip of the umbrella. "I dare you ter say that again, Dursley."
"Not that he was a burden to us, or anything," Vernon breathed as he slipped out of range of the tip of the umbrella. Vernon released the air that he realized he was holding in as he asked Hagrid if he wanted to sit down. Hagrid accepted his offer, and laid his behind down on the too small couch.
"Eh, Dursley, got anything teh eat?" Hagrid asked as he made himself comfortable. Vernon shot the look of death at Dudley as he motioned him towards the kitchen. Dudley got the picture and willingly obeyed.
"Oh, sure, Mr. -" Vernon looked at him for help.
"Hagrid. Reubis Hagrid," Hagrid said, getting the clue.
"Well, Mr. Hagrid, make yourself at home," Vernon said as he switched feet nervously. "Harry! HARRY!" Vernon yelled up to his nephew. "Never punctual, the little tyke," Vernon replied nervously as he screamed again. "HARRY!"
"Dad, I got the food," Dudley held his arms up, all full of delicious sweets and assorted cold cuts. Hagrid's eyes lit up as he jumped off the couch, resulting in its destruction. The couch capsized, and folded inwards in a triangular shape.
"Oh, well, ah, sorry 'bout that," Hagrid said timidly. "Didn't mean teh," he said as he stared at the now unusable couch.
"Of course you didn't, now why don't you help yourself to some of those treats, eh?" Vernon said, holding up the food to Hagrid. Hagrid shrugged nonchalantly, and helped himself to some of the candies Dudley had brought from the kitchen.
"Not bad," he said, chewing them. "Wizard treats are much-" He froze when he saw the Dursley's expressions. Shock and fury lined their faces, especially Vernon's. Hagrid opened his mouth to ask what he did, but at that second, Harry came bouncing down the stairs with the majority of his things under his arms. Hagrid, the looks of shock forgotten, smiled at Harry and bounced towards the stairs to help him. "Here, Harry, let me give 'yeh a hand," Hagrid said as he took some of his bags out from under the boy's arms. He stopped to study the boy for the first time since the end of the year. A boy of fifteen now, and had grown and developed into a handsome and mature young man. He hadn't lost that boyish feature he always wore on his face, but a look of maturity now graced his tiered eyes. His jet-black hair unruly ran across his forehead, and his green eyes sparkled with the light from the nearby window.
"Hagrid, I just have a few more things to get, can you help me with them?" Harry asked plainly.
"Sure, Harry," Hagrid replied as he jumbled up the stairs heavily, following Harry's lead. After they had gotten Hedwigs cage, and Harry's suitcase full of clothes, they came downstairs to see the house deserted, with nothing left except for the pet lizard Dudley had so fittingly tortured when he got it for spring break. Harry looked sympathetically at the lizard, took it out of its cage, and stuffed it in his pocket.
"Deh yeh think yeh should do that?" Hagrid asked Harry, with a tone of concern in his voice. "Yer family won't like it."
Harry scoffed at the remark. "Family? Hah! If they're my family, then I'm the king of Sheba!" Hagrid laughed at the response, and nodded at Harry.
"All right. But if you come home next summer, and they give you a beating-"
"I'll just tell them Sirus will come to turn then into little piggies," Harry said jokingly. Hagrid chuckled as they bounded towards the door.
"C'mon, Harry. We have a long way ter go," Hagrid said.
"But how are we getting to Ron's place?" Harry asked as they exited the Dursley residence. Hagrid pointed to a shiny car sitting in the driveway.
"That is how we're getting there," Hagrid said proudly as he gazed upon the 46' thunderbird that was resting peacefully. Suddenly, a light flickered on and the car began to roll steadily towards Harry and Hagrid. It purred softly as Hagrid went up to it and petted it.
"Now that's what I call a car," Harry breathed.
"Alright Harry, in yeh go," Hagrid said sternly as he himself, somehow, climbed in. Harry looked at the car for one final time before jumping in. Hagrid didn't even turn a key. He simply patted the dashboard, and off the car went. Off into the street, and, not coming to much of a shock to Harry, into the air. The ride to Ron's place was for the most part, uneventful; Hagrid played music from "The Banshees," a famous wizard group. They talked a bit on how Harry's summer went, and how the Dursleys were treating him. Hagrid swore that the next time he saw them, he would turn them all into goats. When they finally arrived at the Burrow, Ron came out to meet Harry in a joyous hug.
"Harry! It's so good to see you! Come on inside, I want to show you something!" Ron exclaimed as he grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him into the house. Hagrid stayed outside and waited for Mr. Weasley to come to talk to him.
"Hello, Hagrid," Arthur Weasley said as he apparated behind Hagrid. Hagrid spun around, and saw that no trouble would pass his lips today.
"'Ello, Arthur. How've yeh been?" Hagrid asked jovially.
"All right. But I do say, all this business at the Ministry is giving me a headache."
"I know, Arthur. But it'll get better. Soon, this'll all be over," Hagrid said appreciatively as his patted Arthur on the shoulder.
"I hope so, Hagrid. I'll take good care of Harry," Arthur replied.
"I know yeh will," Hagrid said as he headed towards the car.
"Wait! Don't you want some tea or something?" Arthur called out to him.
"No. Dumblebore has a job he needs me to do. Top secret stuff. Yeh know the rest," Hagrid said as he jumped into the car.
"Good luck, then! And try not to get yourself killed!" Arthur yelled up to him as he took off into the air.
"I won't!" Hagrid cried as he flew away into the horizon.
"Take care," Arthur whispered.
*That's it 4 the second chapter. I know I spelt some of the names and stuff wrong, I think, but I didn't have the book with me when I was writing it. Sorry bout that. Next chapter is soon to come. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to it. I own the servant and whomever I decide to add later. I hate writing these things.
"How are things going, my servant?" the master asked it. His voice slithered as he spoke, like a serpant. The servant never admitted it was afraid of its master. It always put on a braze face. But inside, it was just as fearful and scared as the rest of his pitiful death eaters.
"I have infiltrated the enemy's sanctuary. Things will be resolved by the end of the year. You will have your power, and I will have the name of the heir of Voldemort," the servant hissed back.
*Good,* the master thought. *Very good. Everything is going in accordance to plan.*
****
A ring echoed through the Dursley residence, followed by an angry Vernon Dursley grumbling as he got up to answer it. He trudged over to the door, and sleepily opened it up to see a large burley man, possibly in his forties, crushing his front porch. "'Ello! Is 'Arry here?" That was when Vernon fainted.
* * * *
"Oh, honey, are you alright?" Vernon Dursley's wife, Petunia, asked him as he woke up. Suddenly, it all came rushing back to him.
"Where? Where is that son of a -"
"Vernon! Not in front of Dudley-kins!" his wife reprimanded him as he turned to see his son and that worthless nephew of his standing to the left of him. And to the right of him.
"You," Vernon said as he shot up off the couch. "Just what do you think you're doing here? After you did that to Dudley? And you!" he said as he pointed accusingly at Harry. "How-How dare you! How could you bring your - your kind into this house! After all I've done for you!" He spat as he said the words.
"Uncle Vernon, really, I didn't know Hagrid would-"
"SILENCE!" the entire house shook with Vernon's shrieks. Hagrid made a move towards Vernon and took out his umbrella. Fear seized the Dursleys, as they remembered what the giant that had done the last time they had seen him. Dudley grabbed his behind appreciatively.
"Mum, Dad, don't let him get me!" Dudley screeched as he ran behind his father.
Hagrid sighed deeply as he took out a roll of parchment. "Alright 'Arry, I'm supposed ter take 'yeh to Ron's house ter spend the rest of the summer holidays."
"Really, Hagrid?" Harry said with more than appreciation in his eyes. "That would be wonderful!" Hagrid smiled and nudged the boy lightly on the shoulder.
"There yeh are, 'Arry. Now, I have your list fer all the things yeh'll need fer school on this paper 'ere." Hagrid held out the parchment he had been holding and gave it to Harry. "Now, go get yeh school stuff," Hagrid said happily.
"Thank you, Hagrid! I'm already gone!" Harry shouted as he bolted up the stairs and stormed through the halls. The Dursleys, however, looked apprehensively at Hagrid.
"So, you're taking the boy away from us, eh?" Vernon asked. "Good thing; he was beginning to wear on my nerves." Hagrid's eyes narrowed.
"Say that again, Dursley," Hagrid said dangerously. He slid his umbrella so that the tip was under Vernon's neck. Vernon gulped and shook as he moved edgily away from the tip of the umbrella. "I dare you ter say that again, Dursley."
"Not that he was a burden to us, or anything," Vernon breathed as he slipped out of range of the tip of the umbrella. Vernon released the air that he realized he was holding in as he asked Hagrid if he wanted to sit down. Hagrid accepted his offer, and laid his behind down on the too small couch.
"Eh, Dursley, got anything teh eat?" Hagrid asked as he made himself comfortable. Vernon shot the look of death at Dudley as he motioned him towards the kitchen. Dudley got the picture and willingly obeyed.
"Oh, sure, Mr. -" Vernon looked at him for help.
"Hagrid. Reubis Hagrid," Hagrid said, getting the clue.
"Well, Mr. Hagrid, make yourself at home," Vernon said as he switched feet nervously. "Harry! HARRY!" Vernon yelled up to his nephew. "Never punctual, the little tyke," Vernon replied nervously as he screamed again. "HARRY!"
"Dad, I got the food," Dudley held his arms up, all full of delicious sweets and assorted cold cuts. Hagrid's eyes lit up as he jumped off the couch, resulting in its destruction. The couch capsized, and folded inwards in a triangular shape.
"Oh, well, ah, sorry 'bout that," Hagrid said timidly. "Didn't mean teh," he said as he stared at the now unusable couch.
"Of course you didn't, now why don't you help yourself to some of those treats, eh?" Vernon said, holding up the food to Hagrid. Hagrid shrugged nonchalantly, and helped himself to some of the candies Dudley had brought from the kitchen.
"Not bad," he said, chewing them. "Wizard treats are much-" He froze when he saw the Dursley's expressions. Shock and fury lined their faces, especially Vernon's. Hagrid opened his mouth to ask what he did, but at that second, Harry came bouncing down the stairs with the majority of his things under his arms. Hagrid, the looks of shock forgotten, smiled at Harry and bounced towards the stairs to help him. "Here, Harry, let me give 'yeh a hand," Hagrid said as he took some of his bags out from under the boy's arms. He stopped to study the boy for the first time since the end of the year. A boy of fifteen now, and had grown and developed into a handsome and mature young man. He hadn't lost that boyish feature he always wore on his face, but a look of maturity now graced his tiered eyes. His jet-black hair unruly ran across his forehead, and his green eyes sparkled with the light from the nearby window.
"Hagrid, I just have a few more things to get, can you help me with them?" Harry asked plainly.
"Sure, Harry," Hagrid replied as he jumbled up the stairs heavily, following Harry's lead. After they had gotten Hedwigs cage, and Harry's suitcase full of clothes, they came downstairs to see the house deserted, with nothing left except for the pet lizard Dudley had so fittingly tortured when he got it for spring break. Harry looked sympathetically at the lizard, took it out of its cage, and stuffed it in his pocket.
"Deh yeh think yeh should do that?" Hagrid asked Harry, with a tone of concern in his voice. "Yer family won't like it."
Harry scoffed at the remark. "Family? Hah! If they're my family, then I'm the king of Sheba!" Hagrid laughed at the response, and nodded at Harry.
"All right. But if you come home next summer, and they give you a beating-"
"I'll just tell them Sirus will come to turn then into little piggies," Harry said jokingly. Hagrid chuckled as they bounded towards the door.
"C'mon, Harry. We have a long way ter go," Hagrid said.
"But how are we getting to Ron's place?" Harry asked as they exited the Dursley residence. Hagrid pointed to a shiny car sitting in the driveway.
"That is how we're getting there," Hagrid said proudly as he gazed upon the 46' thunderbird that was resting peacefully. Suddenly, a light flickered on and the car began to roll steadily towards Harry and Hagrid. It purred softly as Hagrid went up to it and petted it.
"Now that's what I call a car," Harry breathed.
"Alright Harry, in yeh go," Hagrid said sternly as he himself, somehow, climbed in. Harry looked at the car for one final time before jumping in. Hagrid didn't even turn a key. He simply patted the dashboard, and off the car went. Off into the street, and, not coming to much of a shock to Harry, into the air. The ride to Ron's place was for the most part, uneventful; Hagrid played music from "The Banshees," a famous wizard group. They talked a bit on how Harry's summer went, and how the Dursleys were treating him. Hagrid swore that the next time he saw them, he would turn them all into goats. When they finally arrived at the Burrow, Ron came out to meet Harry in a joyous hug.
"Harry! It's so good to see you! Come on inside, I want to show you something!" Ron exclaimed as he grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him into the house. Hagrid stayed outside and waited for Mr. Weasley to come to talk to him.
"Hello, Hagrid," Arthur Weasley said as he apparated behind Hagrid. Hagrid spun around, and saw that no trouble would pass his lips today.
"'Ello, Arthur. How've yeh been?" Hagrid asked jovially.
"All right. But I do say, all this business at the Ministry is giving me a headache."
"I know, Arthur. But it'll get better. Soon, this'll all be over," Hagrid said appreciatively as his patted Arthur on the shoulder.
"I hope so, Hagrid. I'll take good care of Harry," Arthur replied.
"I know yeh will," Hagrid said as he headed towards the car.
"Wait! Don't you want some tea or something?" Arthur called out to him.
"No. Dumblebore has a job he needs me to do. Top secret stuff. Yeh know the rest," Hagrid said as he jumped into the car.
"Good luck, then! And try not to get yourself killed!" Arthur yelled up to him as he took off into the air.
"I won't!" Hagrid cried as he flew away into the horizon.
"Take care," Arthur whispered.
*That's it 4 the second chapter. I know I spelt some of the names and stuff wrong, I think, but I didn't have the book with me when I was writing it. Sorry bout that. Next chapter is soon to come. Please R&R!
