Harry Potter and the Wrath of Voldemort
Ch. 3: Truth and Dreams
Disclaimer: No own, no sue, no money.
Note: Well, there are no reviews for chapter 2 (since I last checked), but I'm on a writing spree right now and I decided to give you chapters 3 and 4 at the same time. Now, when you're done, I expect a review for both chapters. Don't make me use the Imperious Curse on you!! ~evil laughter~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aunt Petunia stopped in her tracks and stared from Harry to Sirius, then to McGonagall, then Dumbledore, then Vernon, back to Harry (you get the picture). Then she shouted in that high-pitched voice of hers: "What have you freaks done to my husband?!"
"Aunt Petunia?" Harry's small voice choked.
She came up to him to slap him, but stopped when she came face-to-face with Sirius, wand pointed at her.
"What?" she barked at him.
"This is my Headmaster," he said pointing at Dumbledore, "and my House's Head of House," he pointed to McGonagall, "and that right there," he pointed at Sirius, "is my godfather, Sirius Black. You know - the murderer. But, it won't matter if you call the police; he's not a criminal anymore. I'm going with them, back to my school. You could make it easy, or you could end up like Uncle Vernon here, who's stunned and won't get up until we let him."
Her face became a very pale shade, which made Harry have to stop himself from laughing at. "Y-yes, H-Harry. Y-y-you can go with these f-f-fine p- people," she stuttered, sweating profusely, somehow managing to smile.
"Thank you Aunt Petunia," Harry exclaimed in mock sincerity.
"A-any-anything for my f-favorite nephew!" she cried, managing somehow to keep the small smile.
"Why thank you again, Aunt Petunia!" Harry exclaimed, grinning evilly. He turned to Sirius. "Maybe you should escort her back. Wouldn't want her to call the Muggle police, would we?"
Sirius led her to the room she and Vernon shared at wand-point.
Harry turned to look at Dumbledore and McGonagall grinning. "I've always wanted to do that!" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, while McGonagall looked as strict as she always did.
"That makes two of us," Sirius grinned, walking towards them.
"Sirius, what did you do in the way of Charms?" asked Dumbledore, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Ah, Charms. Beautiful things, aren't they? Yes, yes, they are. Silencing, locking, etc. How, by the way, is Professor Flitwick?"
"Good, good.... But you're going to see that for yourself!" he exclaimed, smiling.
"What?" he asked, nearly tripping over Vernon's unconscious body.
"Yes. Well, as you know, Defense Against the Dark Arts is open, and Remus will be taking over, and well, Filch has.well, you can be the caretaker instead of him. He isn't for the position anymore. That is, if you want to...."
Sirius threw his arms around Dumbledore, then McGonagall, shouting, "Of course! I'd love to!"
"Er.thank you, Sirius, but we must be leaving to collect Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley. We will be leaving soon...." McGonagall said, collecting her composure.
"Yes, Professor," replied Harry, barely able to contain any more excitement.
"Harry," Sirius commanded, "let's go and get your stuff."
They went downstairs to the cupboard and shrank Harry's things, putting them in Harry's pockets.
Before Sirius could back upstairs, Harry grabbed his arm and turned him around.
"Could I have my wand back?" I've kinda come to like it...."
Smiling, Sirius put the wand into Harry's outstretched hand in relief. He thought Harry was going to ask him what was really going on. He was right. As he turned to go back upstairs, Harry, once again, stopped him, this time to ask the dreaded question.
"Tell me what's *really* going on!" Harry demanded.
"You-Know-Who wants to kill you!"
"Sirius, don't give me that crap! He's wanted me dead for my whole life! You guys have never done this before!"
"He can get you now." Sirius sighed in defeat. He hated to not tell Harry everything, but that was something Dumbledore told him not to do. He couldn't tell Harry *why* Voldemort was after a baby boy, and now a teenager, he just couldn't. Not that he didn't know the truth, he just couldn't tell Harry; Harry couldn't know until he was old enough and ready. He just didn't seem ready or old enough. "Okay." he began with half of what was really the reason; "he is planning an attack on this house in a few days."
With that, they all left, Harry thinking and reflecting on everything.
They picked up Hermione and Ron and boarded the Hogwarts Express, falling asleep on the way to Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione slept peacefully, while Voldemort haunted Harry's sleep.
~"You moron!" shouted Voldemort, kicking Wormtail as he kissed his robes.
"I'm-I'm sorry, M-Master!" he stammered.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S GONE?"
"W-w-well, um, y-you s-see."
"I've had enough of your useless babbling!"
"N-no!" Wormtail pleaded as Voldemort raised his wand.
However, Voldemort wasn't listening as he screamed "Crucio!" and watched with pleasure as Wormtail writhed on the floor, screaming.
Harry clutched his scar, having some of the curse come streaming through it, and screamed. ~
"Harry! Wake up!" Harry heard through the fog and pain, noticing dimly that someone was shaking him.
"What?" he replied irritably. The pain in his scar was still at its fullest as he clenched his teeth.
"You were screaming. Did you dream again?" Sirius demanded. Ignoring him, Harry asked the question that was now on his mind, tormenting and taunting him. "Is Wormtail dead?"
"No. He escaped."
Harry almost choked. So, Wormtail was free again.... Well, if Harry found him, he would be sure that Sirius and he got their sweet revenge.
Ch. 3: Truth and Dreams
Disclaimer: No own, no sue, no money.
Note: Well, there are no reviews for chapter 2 (since I last checked), but I'm on a writing spree right now and I decided to give you chapters 3 and 4 at the same time. Now, when you're done, I expect a review for both chapters. Don't make me use the Imperious Curse on you!! ~evil laughter~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aunt Petunia stopped in her tracks and stared from Harry to Sirius, then to McGonagall, then Dumbledore, then Vernon, back to Harry (you get the picture). Then she shouted in that high-pitched voice of hers: "What have you freaks done to my husband?!"
"Aunt Petunia?" Harry's small voice choked.
She came up to him to slap him, but stopped when she came face-to-face with Sirius, wand pointed at her.
"What?" she barked at him.
"This is my Headmaster," he said pointing at Dumbledore, "and my House's Head of House," he pointed to McGonagall, "and that right there," he pointed at Sirius, "is my godfather, Sirius Black. You know - the murderer. But, it won't matter if you call the police; he's not a criminal anymore. I'm going with them, back to my school. You could make it easy, or you could end up like Uncle Vernon here, who's stunned and won't get up until we let him."
Her face became a very pale shade, which made Harry have to stop himself from laughing at. "Y-yes, H-Harry. Y-y-you can go with these f-f-fine p- people," she stuttered, sweating profusely, somehow managing to smile.
"Thank you Aunt Petunia," Harry exclaimed in mock sincerity.
"A-any-anything for my f-favorite nephew!" she cried, managing somehow to keep the small smile.
"Why thank you again, Aunt Petunia!" Harry exclaimed, grinning evilly. He turned to Sirius. "Maybe you should escort her back. Wouldn't want her to call the Muggle police, would we?"
Sirius led her to the room she and Vernon shared at wand-point.
Harry turned to look at Dumbledore and McGonagall grinning. "I've always wanted to do that!" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, while McGonagall looked as strict as she always did.
"That makes two of us," Sirius grinned, walking towards them.
"Sirius, what did you do in the way of Charms?" asked Dumbledore, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Ah, Charms. Beautiful things, aren't they? Yes, yes, they are. Silencing, locking, etc. How, by the way, is Professor Flitwick?"
"Good, good.... But you're going to see that for yourself!" he exclaimed, smiling.
"What?" he asked, nearly tripping over Vernon's unconscious body.
"Yes. Well, as you know, Defense Against the Dark Arts is open, and Remus will be taking over, and well, Filch has.well, you can be the caretaker instead of him. He isn't for the position anymore. That is, if you want to...."
Sirius threw his arms around Dumbledore, then McGonagall, shouting, "Of course! I'd love to!"
"Er.thank you, Sirius, but we must be leaving to collect Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley. We will be leaving soon...." McGonagall said, collecting her composure.
"Yes, Professor," replied Harry, barely able to contain any more excitement.
"Harry," Sirius commanded, "let's go and get your stuff."
They went downstairs to the cupboard and shrank Harry's things, putting them in Harry's pockets.
Before Sirius could back upstairs, Harry grabbed his arm and turned him around.
"Could I have my wand back?" I've kinda come to like it...."
Smiling, Sirius put the wand into Harry's outstretched hand in relief. He thought Harry was going to ask him what was really going on. He was right. As he turned to go back upstairs, Harry, once again, stopped him, this time to ask the dreaded question.
"Tell me what's *really* going on!" Harry demanded.
"You-Know-Who wants to kill you!"
"Sirius, don't give me that crap! He's wanted me dead for my whole life! You guys have never done this before!"
"He can get you now." Sirius sighed in defeat. He hated to not tell Harry everything, but that was something Dumbledore told him not to do. He couldn't tell Harry *why* Voldemort was after a baby boy, and now a teenager, he just couldn't. Not that he didn't know the truth, he just couldn't tell Harry; Harry couldn't know until he was old enough and ready. He just didn't seem ready or old enough. "Okay." he began with half of what was really the reason; "he is planning an attack on this house in a few days."
With that, they all left, Harry thinking and reflecting on everything.
They picked up Hermione and Ron and boarded the Hogwarts Express, falling asleep on the way to Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione slept peacefully, while Voldemort haunted Harry's sleep.
~"You moron!" shouted Voldemort, kicking Wormtail as he kissed his robes.
"I'm-I'm sorry, M-Master!" he stammered.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S GONE?"
"W-w-well, um, y-you s-see."
"I've had enough of your useless babbling!"
"N-no!" Wormtail pleaded as Voldemort raised his wand.
However, Voldemort wasn't listening as he screamed "Crucio!" and watched with pleasure as Wormtail writhed on the floor, screaming.
Harry clutched his scar, having some of the curse come streaming through it, and screamed. ~
"Harry! Wake up!" Harry heard through the fog and pain, noticing dimly that someone was shaking him.
"What?" he replied irritably. The pain in his scar was still at its fullest as he clenched his teeth.
"You were screaming. Did you dream again?" Sirius demanded. Ignoring him, Harry asked the question that was now on his mind, tormenting and taunting him. "Is Wormtail dead?"
"No. He escaped."
Harry almost choked. So, Wormtail was free again.... Well, if Harry found him, he would be sure that Sirius and he got their sweet revenge.
