C H A P T E R O N E
T H E R U M O R
t wasn't pleasant going back to the Dursley's after last
Summer's incident. Harry Potter, fresh from his fourth year at Hogwart's school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, woke up early so he could get his list of chores done for the day. At the end of last summer, Harry's best friend's brother, George Weasley, left one of his trick sweets at the Dursley's. Of course, Harry's pig-like cousin, Dudley, was on a school enforced diet so he could fit into his uniforms.
Dudley hadn't had sweets in ages, so naturally he sneaked the sweet. His tongue then elongated and turned a sickish purple.
The Dursleys despised Harry and his kind, because Harry was as unDursleyish as one can be. In fact harry wasn't like most people. Harry Potter was a wizard. His Aunt Petunia's sister was Harry's mother, Lily Potter. She was a witch, and her husband (James Potter) was a wizard. Petunia Dursley never spoke of her sister, she thought it was shameful to have such a freak in the family.
But Harry's parents were murdered by the one wizard everyone feared, Lord Voldemort. Voldemort had tried to kill Harry but failed. His spell recoiled leaving him half-dead. He fled, magicless and bodiless.
Voldemort had left a mark on Harry, a mark that would change him forever. It was a scar shaped like a lightening bolt that streaked down his forehead.
Because of that mark Lord Voldemort could not get near Harry without experiencing horrible pain. But last year, Lord Voldemort was resurrected by his faithful servant and is now more powerful than ever.
Just as Harry was putting on his socks an owl swooped in through his bedroom window. It dropped a newspaper on Harry's bed and then landed on his desk. Harry retrieved five knuts from his trunk and dropped it in the owl's sack. It immediately took off knocking over Harry's inkbottle. Hedwig, Harry's owl, normally perched on Harry's desk but hooted liverishly and flew up on top of the wardrobe. Harry yawned and cleaned up the mess with a dirty rag.
Harry went over to his bed and picked up the newspaper. Harry had been ordering the Daily Prophet since the beginning of the summer to keep tabs on Voldemort and where he was. He unraveled it and instantaneously saw a picture of the Dark Mark(a skull with a snake slithering through it) floating over the Ministry of Magic office. Harry's eyes widened as he read the feature article:
He-Who-Must- Not-Be -Named
Retreats into Hiding
News of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's return has sent many families into hiding. The Ministry of Magic was in a panic state Yesterday, July 29, because the Dark Mark was conjured high over the Ministry of Magic office. An immediate search was performed within 500 feet of the area. It was Arthur Weasley who caught the culprit. It was none other than Lucius Malfoy who was let free 15 years ago claiming he had been under the Imperious Curse.
Harry was ecstatic to hear that it was Mr. Weasley who caught Mr. Malfoy. Harry laughed at the thought of Draco Malfoy's face when his father was caught. Harry and Draco had been enemies since their first day at Hogwarts. He read on:
Malfoy was taken into Azkaban where he was then put under Veritaserum and questioned:
"My master assigned me to cast the Dark Mark over the Ministry of Magic as a warning," Malfoy stated, "He has assigned everyone a post in his plan. But he sits around atop his chair while his servant, Wormtail, serves him."
The Ministry of Magic inquired him of Wormtail, and astounding news was publicly released:
"Wormtail is Peter Petigrew. Most people thought he died a hero's death. He was the one who betrayed Lily and James Potter, so Sirius Black only tried to kill him for what he did to the Potters. He was never with us. As soon as Black cornered him, Petigrew split the street apart behind his back, cut off his finger, and turned into his rat self."
The Ministry of Magic was shocked to hear this news from Malfoy. They had been chasing the wrong person for two years.
The Ministry of Magic further inquired Malfoy of the plan, but Malfoy couldn't say it nor write it. Magical Spell Researchers said Malfoy was under the Prepetuious Charm. It is also rumored that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has retreated into hiding.
Harry's Harry filled with joy, he threw down the newspaper and ran to his desk. He picked up his quill and immediately wrote to his godfather, Sirius Black.
Dear Sirius,
Did you read the Daily Prophet? They captured Lucious Malfoy right after he conjured the Dark Mark over the Ministry! They put him under Veritaserum, you know the truth potion, and he spilled everything! He told them about Wormtail, and you know what that means? You're cleared! When can I move in?
I'm fine, but my summer is as bad as usual with the Dursleys. Hope you're okay and Buckbeak.
Hedwig swooped down onto Harry's desk and stuck out her leg.
"Find Sirius as quick as you can, if we're lucky, we can get out of this dump for good," Harry told Hedwig while tying the letter to her leg. Hedwig seemed to have understood the importance of the letter and immediately took off.
Just then there was a violent tapping on his bedroom door.
"Up! Up! Get up! Hurry boy!" Harry's Aunt Petunia shrieked.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Harry told her. He opened the door to his room and walked out onto the landing where he was immediately shoved over by his whale size cousin, Dudley.
"Move it stupid!" Dudley gufawed. Harry did some very quick thinking. This was his last summer with his relatives since Sirius's name was cleared.
"Don't call me stupid, you walrus," Harry snapped. Dudley stopped dead in his tracks, "Hocus Pocus! Heshcramia!" Harry was using nonsense words, they weren't really spells, but Dudley thought they were. He panicked.
"Ahhhhh! Mummy!" Dudley squealed. Harry knew this would earn him extra chores for the day, but he didn't care. He had one thought in his head: he was getting out of here. He hopped down the stairs three at a time. The first thing he saw when he walked into the kitchen was his Aunt Petunia's furious horse-like face.
"Come here!" she screeched grabbing his ear, Dudley was huddled in the corner covering his mouth with one hand and his bottom with the other, "Outside! And no meal! Replant the tulips those filthy rabbits got at, and nail that loose board back into the fence!"
Harry was outside doing yard work until 10:00 that night. Each time he finished a chore his Aunt assigned him another one. Tired, achy, sweaty, and hungry, Harry climbed the steps to his room at the end of the hall. He searched his trunk for any signs of food. He found two Chocolate Frogs in his school bag. He unwrapped them franticly and stuffed them in his mouth. He didn't bother changing into his pajamas. He slipped into his bed and fell asleep almost instantly.
T H E R U M O R
t wasn't pleasant going back to the Dursley's after last
Summer's incident. Harry Potter, fresh from his fourth year at Hogwart's school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, woke up early so he could get his list of chores done for the day. At the end of last summer, Harry's best friend's brother, George Weasley, left one of his trick sweets at the Dursley's. Of course, Harry's pig-like cousin, Dudley, was on a school enforced diet so he could fit into his uniforms.
Dudley hadn't had sweets in ages, so naturally he sneaked the sweet. His tongue then elongated and turned a sickish purple.
The Dursleys despised Harry and his kind, because Harry was as unDursleyish as one can be. In fact harry wasn't like most people. Harry Potter was a wizard. His Aunt Petunia's sister was Harry's mother, Lily Potter. She was a witch, and her husband (James Potter) was a wizard. Petunia Dursley never spoke of her sister, she thought it was shameful to have such a freak in the family.
But Harry's parents were murdered by the one wizard everyone feared, Lord Voldemort. Voldemort had tried to kill Harry but failed. His spell recoiled leaving him half-dead. He fled, magicless and bodiless.
Voldemort had left a mark on Harry, a mark that would change him forever. It was a scar shaped like a lightening bolt that streaked down his forehead.
Because of that mark Lord Voldemort could not get near Harry without experiencing horrible pain. But last year, Lord Voldemort was resurrected by his faithful servant and is now more powerful than ever.
Just as Harry was putting on his socks an owl swooped in through his bedroom window. It dropped a newspaper on Harry's bed and then landed on his desk. Harry retrieved five knuts from his trunk and dropped it in the owl's sack. It immediately took off knocking over Harry's inkbottle. Hedwig, Harry's owl, normally perched on Harry's desk but hooted liverishly and flew up on top of the wardrobe. Harry yawned and cleaned up the mess with a dirty rag.
Harry went over to his bed and picked up the newspaper. Harry had been ordering the Daily Prophet since the beginning of the summer to keep tabs on Voldemort and where he was. He unraveled it and instantaneously saw a picture of the Dark Mark(a skull with a snake slithering through it) floating over the Ministry of Magic office. Harry's eyes widened as he read the feature article:
He-Who-Must- Not-Be -Named
Retreats into Hiding
News of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's return has sent many families into hiding. The Ministry of Magic was in a panic state Yesterday, July 29, because the Dark Mark was conjured high over the Ministry of Magic office. An immediate search was performed within 500 feet of the area. It was Arthur Weasley who caught the culprit. It was none other than Lucius Malfoy who was let free 15 years ago claiming he had been under the Imperious Curse.
Harry was ecstatic to hear that it was Mr. Weasley who caught Mr. Malfoy. Harry laughed at the thought of Draco Malfoy's face when his father was caught. Harry and Draco had been enemies since their first day at Hogwarts. He read on:
Malfoy was taken into Azkaban where he was then put under Veritaserum and questioned:
"My master assigned me to cast the Dark Mark over the Ministry of Magic as a warning," Malfoy stated, "He has assigned everyone a post in his plan. But he sits around atop his chair while his servant, Wormtail, serves him."
The Ministry of Magic inquired him of Wormtail, and astounding news was publicly released:
"Wormtail is Peter Petigrew. Most people thought he died a hero's death. He was the one who betrayed Lily and James Potter, so Sirius Black only tried to kill him for what he did to the Potters. He was never with us. As soon as Black cornered him, Petigrew split the street apart behind his back, cut off his finger, and turned into his rat self."
The Ministry of Magic was shocked to hear this news from Malfoy. They had been chasing the wrong person for two years.
The Ministry of Magic further inquired Malfoy of the plan, but Malfoy couldn't say it nor write it. Magical Spell Researchers said Malfoy was under the Prepetuious Charm. It is also rumored that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has retreated into hiding.
Harry's Harry filled with joy, he threw down the newspaper and ran to his desk. He picked up his quill and immediately wrote to his godfather, Sirius Black.
Dear Sirius,
Did you read the Daily Prophet? They captured Lucious Malfoy right after he conjured the Dark Mark over the Ministry! They put him under Veritaserum, you know the truth potion, and he spilled everything! He told them about Wormtail, and you know what that means? You're cleared! When can I move in?
I'm fine, but my summer is as bad as usual with the Dursleys. Hope you're okay and Buckbeak.
Hedwig swooped down onto Harry's desk and stuck out her leg.
"Find Sirius as quick as you can, if we're lucky, we can get out of this dump for good," Harry told Hedwig while tying the letter to her leg. Hedwig seemed to have understood the importance of the letter and immediately took off.
Just then there was a violent tapping on his bedroom door.
"Up! Up! Get up! Hurry boy!" Harry's Aunt Petunia shrieked.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Harry told her. He opened the door to his room and walked out onto the landing where he was immediately shoved over by his whale size cousin, Dudley.
"Move it stupid!" Dudley gufawed. Harry did some very quick thinking. This was his last summer with his relatives since Sirius's name was cleared.
"Don't call me stupid, you walrus," Harry snapped. Dudley stopped dead in his tracks, "Hocus Pocus! Heshcramia!" Harry was using nonsense words, they weren't really spells, but Dudley thought they were. He panicked.
"Ahhhhh! Mummy!" Dudley squealed. Harry knew this would earn him extra chores for the day, but he didn't care. He had one thought in his head: he was getting out of here. He hopped down the stairs three at a time. The first thing he saw when he walked into the kitchen was his Aunt Petunia's furious horse-like face.
"Come here!" she screeched grabbing his ear, Dudley was huddled in the corner covering his mouth with one hand and his bottom with the other, "Outside! And no meal! Replant the tulips those filthy rabbits got at, and nail that loose board back into the fence!"
Harry was outside doing yard work until 10:00 that night. Each time he finished a chore his Aunt assigned him another one. Tired, achy, sweaty, and hungry, Harry climbed the steps to his room at the end of the hall. He searched his trunk for any signs of food. He found two Chocolate Frogs in his school bag. He unwrapped them franticly and stuffed them in his mouth. He didn't bother changing into his pajamas. He slipped into his bed and fell asleep almost instantly.