A/N: Hi everyone, it's silverstreak! This is me and G.Shans' new fic, well
mostly his, he wrote most of it and I wrote a couple chapters and edited
the rest. I really hope you like it, we both worked hard, r/r!!
A/N: Hi readers, it's G.Shans here. I really don't know what to say in A/N's, so I'll just let you continue reading. Here we go!
1.1
1.2 Rutilus Navitas
Harry awoke with a start on Monday morning. It had just been last Friday when he left Hogwarts for his summer holiday, and just a week or so before that when he had faced Voldemort for the 4th time.
No, I can't think about it, it wasn't my fault, Voldemort had killed him, not me."
He tried to forget about what had happened, tried to put it out of his mind, but every time he tried, it just came back even stronger. He looked at his clock, it was 7:00 in the morning, he decided to get dressed and go down to breakfast. 10 minutes later he headed down to the kitchen, where he found grumpy uncle Vernon reading the morning paper; his aunt, who looked a bit mad when he stepped into the room; and Dudley, who actually managed to lose some weight the last year because the school had reinforced his diet during the school year. When he walked in his aunt started in on him. "Where have you been, boy, I've had to cook breakfast, now get over here and finish it."
"Finish it yourself, I don't feel like it," Harry managed to say before having to duck under Uncle Vernon's swinging arm. "Careful now, you don't want me to let Sirius know you've tried to hit me, do you?" and with that Harry set down at the table and poured himself a glass of orange juice. Uncle Vernon pulled his newspaper around his face again and pretended to be reading, and Harry knew that he was too angry to read, and he didn't want to give Harry anymore ammunition to use against him. He was soon given a plate of scrambled eggs and sausage with hash browns, while Dudley got an orange cut into four pieces and water for breakfast. Harry knew that the comment he had just made about Sirius was the only reason he wasn't sharing in Dudley's orange and water meal, and it reminded him how good it was to have a convicted murderer as a godfather.
Uncle Vernon decided to leave work without saying another word, Aunt Petunia busied herself by cleaning the pots and pans, and Dudley decided to go and watch TV in the living room while still complaining about his diet. Harry decided to go back up to his room before doing anything else that day. He had just walked into his room when he noticed a snowy white owl sitting on the back of his chair with a letter attached to her leg.
"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed. Hedwig stuck out his leg for Harry to untie the letter and then flew up to her cage to get some sleep. Harry opened the letter and immediately knew it was from Ron, judging by the sloppy handwriting written on the parchment.
Harry,
Mom is still trying to convince Dumbledore to let you come and stay with us this summer, but he's refusing. He says maybe later on, but for now he insists that you stay with the muggle's. I think he may have finally gone off his rocker. Oh, and my father told me to tell you that he had your fire place connected to the floo network, in case you needed to make a quick escape. It's under restricted access, so only certain people can come out on your end. You, of course, have full access to it. Hope to see ya soon.
Ron.
P.S.-Pig is coming by with a plastic bowl of Floo Powder for ya later today.
Harry sat down in the chair thinking. He had suddenly remembered Voldemort saying something, something about powerful magic protecting him as long as he was in his relation's care. He pulled out some parchment and began to write a reply.
Ron, I don't think Dumbledore's gone completely off his rocker. I remember Voldemort saying something about powerful magic protecting me in my relation's care. I don't think you should tell your mother that, she might decide to never let me come over again. Hope to see you and your family soon.
Harry
He then sealed the envelope and wrote Ron on the front, and then decided to go and sit in the backyard and just think until lunch. At 2:00, he was still sitting outside, having finished his lunch, when he saw Pig fly into his window. He got up and went to his room to collect the floo powder and send his reply to Ron's letter. When he got to his room he grabbed Pig, untied the package, and Pig immediately began soaring around his room, extremely happy for delivering a letter to the right person. Harry grabbed some parchment and his quill, and wrote, "Got the Powder." on the front, tied the letter to Pigwedgon's leg, and threw him out the window.
Harry lay down on his bed and started to think, he decided that he thought too much about the darker parts of the school year earlier, so he decided to think about the good times. He thought back to riding his broom against the Horntail, about fighting off the mere-people and grabbing Ron and Fleur's little sister and bringing them up, and how he had nearly drowned doing it, but then getting almost full marks for his foolishness and his 'Moral Fiber'. He laughed a bit, then thought to Christmas Morning when he had gotten the Quidditch socks from Dobby, and how he began to cry with happiness at all the presents that he and Ron had given him. Then he thought to how Hermione looked at the Yule Ball, and how for the first time, he found that Hermione was really pretty, and laughed when he remembered how it made Ron jealous. Then his mind fell on Ginny, and how for the first time, he thought of someone other than Hermione as a pretty girl.
What are you doing, how could you be thinking of Ginny, she's your best friend's little sister.
She was very beautiful though, that flaming red hair, the freckles on her face.
Nevertheless, she's Ron's little sister, what is wrong with me, how could I.
She's only a few months younger than you, and besides, it's not like she's your little sister, and you have to admit, she was very beautiful, and don't even try and deny it Harry Potter.
Okay, okay, she did look good then, and even more so in those muggle clothes at King's Cross.
There ya go.
Ahh, stop it, get a hold of yourself, this is Ginny, the girl who you rescued from the Chamber of Secrets, not someone like Cho. At that moment, he set himself up and stopped thinking back or arguing with himself, he hadn't thought much of Cho since he came back from his confrontation with Voldemort. Every time he thought of her, it made him think of Cedric Diggory, and Harry didn't want to think about Cedric Diggory or anything else bad anymore, he had done enough of that earlier that day. He decided to start on his charms homework, he worked on that until dinner, then he came back and did more charms work, and then he eventually went to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry was standing in a dark room with a chair in front of him and a door behind him. There was a fire burning in the fireplace and a large snake wrapped around the chair. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and a high, cold voice said, "Enter." The door opened to reveal Luscious Malfoy, who bowed and entered. "My master has summoned me?" he said.
"Yes," said the same high, cold voice. "Tell me of these attacks my death eaters have been conducting without my consent."
"Master, I just want you to know that I was not a part of them, I have only just been informed of them." Malfoy said in a cautious voice. "They have taken it upon themselves to attack members of the ministry and unsettle them, so that they cannot begin to take steps against us."
"What are their prizes so far?"
"So far there has only been one death, two injuries." Said Malfoy with a hint of triumph in his voice.
"And who are they going after tonight, Luscious?" said the cold voice, with a hint of intrigue.
"Tonight they have said they are going after the Weasley's." stated Malfoy, "I almost went myself, but since you have not condoned these attacks, I decided against it."
"How many have gone?" asked the cold voice.
"Four, my master" said Malfoy in a strange voice.
"There are many Weasley's, they could run into some trouble. I know that you hate them," the cold voice said. "Take 5 more and back the first group up, just in case. The Weasley's are a powerful wizarding family, if not very prominent."
"Yes master, you are most kind to us." Said Malfoy as he walked out the door.
A/N: Hi readers, it's G.Shans here. I really don't know what to say in A/N's, so I'll just let you continue reading. Here we go!
1.1
1.2 Rutilus Navitas
Harry awoke with a start on Monday morning. It had just been last Friday when he left Hogwarts for his summer holiday, and just a week or so before that when he had faced Voldemort for the 4th time.
No, I can't think about it, it wasn't my fault, Voldemort had killed him, not me."
He tried to forget about what had happened, tried to put it out of his mind, but every time he tried, it just came back even stronger. He looked at his clock, it was 7:00 in the morning, he decided to get dressed and go down to breakfast. 10 minutes later he headed down to the kitchen, where he found grumpy uncle Vernon reading the morning paper; his aunt, who looked a bit mad when he stepped into the room; and Dudley, who actually managed to lose some weight the last year because the school had reinforced his diet during the school year. When he walked in his aunt started in on him. "Where have you been, boy, I've had to cook breakfast, now get over here and finish it."
"Finish it yourself, I don't feel like it," Harry managed to say before having to duck under Uncle Vernon's swinging arm. "Careful now, you don't want me to let Sirius know you've tried to hit me, do you?" and with that Harry set down at the table and poured himself a glass of orange juice. Uncle Vernon pulled his newspaper around his face again and pretended to be reading, and Harry knew that he was too angry to read, and he didn't want to give Harry anymore ammunition to use against him. He was soon given a plate of scrambled eggs and sausage with hash browns, while Dudley got an orange cut into four pieces and water for breakfast. Harry knew that the comment he had just made about Sirius was the only reason he wasn't sharing in Dudley's orange and water meal, and it reminded him how good it was to have a convicted murderer as a godfather.
Uncle Vernon decided to leave work without saying another word, Aunt Petunia busied herself by cleaning the pots and pans, and Dudley decided to go and watch TV in the living room while still complaining about his diet. Harry decided to go back up to his room before doing anything else that day. He had just walked into his room when he noticed a snowy white owl sitting on the back of his chair with a letter attached to her leg.
"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed. Hedwig stuck out his leg for Harry to untie the letter and then flew up to her cage to get some sleep. Harry opened the letter and immediately knew it was from Ron, judging by the sloppy handwriting written on the parchment.
Harry,
Mom is still trying to convince Dumbledore to let you come and stay with us this summer, but he's refusing. He says maybe later on, but for now he insists that you stay with the muggle's. I think he may have finally gone off his rocker. Oh, and my father told me to tell you that he had your fire place connected to the floo network, in case you needed to make a quick escape. It's under restricted access, so only certain people can come out on your end. You, of course, have full access to it. Hope to see ya soon.
Ron.
P.S.-Pig is coming by with a plastic bowl of Floo Powder for ya later today.
Harry sat down in the chair thinking. He had suddenly remembered Voldemort saying something, something about powerful magic protecting him as long as he was in his relation's care. He pulled out some parchment and began to write a reply.
Ron, I don't think Dumbledore's gone completely off his rocker. I remember Voldemort saying something about powerful magic protecting me in my relation's care. I don't think you should tell your mother that, she might decide to never let me come over again. Hope to see you and your family soon.
Harry
He then sealed the envelope and wrote Ron on the front, and then decided to go and sit in the backyard and just think until lunch. At 2:00, he was still sitting outside, having finished his lunch, when he saw Pig fly into his window. He got up and went to his room to collect the floo powder and send his reply to Ron's letter. When he got to his room he grabbed Pig, untied the package, and Pig immediately began soaring around his room, extremely happy for delivering a letter to the right person. Harry grabbed some parchment and his quill, and wrote, "Got the Powder." on the front, tied the letter to Pigwedgon's leg, and threw him out the window.
Harry lay down on his bed and started to think, he decided that he thought too much about the darker parts of the school year earlier, so he decided to think about the good times. He thought back to riding his broom against the Horntail, about fighting off the mere-people and grabbing Ron and Fleur's little sister and bringing them up, and how he had nearly drowned doing it, but then getting almost full marks for his foolishness and his 'Moral Fiber'. He laughed a bit, then thought to Christmas Morning when he had gotten the Quidditch socks from Dobby, and how he began to cry with happiness at all the presents that he and Ron had given him. Then he thought to how Hermione looked at the Yule Ball, and how for the first time, he found that Hermione was really pretty, and laughed when he remembered how it made Ron jealous. Then his mind fell on Ginny, and how for the first time, he thought of someone other than Hermione as a pretty girl.
What are you doing, how could you be thinking of Ginny, she's your best friend's little sister.
She was very beautiful though, that flaming red hair, the freckles on her face.
Nevertheless, she's Ron's little sister, what is wrong with me, how could I.
She's only a few months younger than you, and besides, it's not like she's your little sister, and you have to admit, she was very beautiful, and don't even try and deny it Harry Potter.
Okay, okay, she did look good then, and even more so in those muggle clothes at King's Cross.
There ya go.
Ahh, stop it, get a hold of yourself, this is Ginny, the girl who you rescued from the Chamber of Secrets, not someone like Cho. At that moment, he set himself up and stopped thinking back or arguing with himself, he hadn't thought much of Cho since he came back from his confrontation with Voldemort. Every time he thought of her, it made him think of Cedric Diggory, and Harry didn't want to think about Cedric Diggory or anything else bad anymore, he had done enough of that earlier that day. He decided to start on his charms homework, he worked on that until dinner, then he came back and did more charms work, and then he eventually went to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry was standing in a dark room with a chair in front of him and a door behind him. There was a fire burning in the fireplace and a large snake wrapped around the chair. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and a high, cold voice said, "Enter." The door opened to reveal Luscious Malfoy, who bowed and entered. "My master has summoned me?" he said.
"Yes," said the same high, cold voice. "Tell me of these attacks my death eaters have been conducting without my consent."
"Master, I just want you to know that I was not a part of them, I have only just been informed of them." Malfoy said in a cautious voice. "They have taken it upon themselves to attack members of the ministry and unsettle them, so that they cannot begin to take steps against us."
"What are their prizes so far?"
"So far there has only been one death, two injuries." Said Malfoy with a hint of triumph in his voice.
"And who are they going after tonight, Luscious?" said the cold voice, with a hint of intrigue.
"Tonight they have said they are going after the Weasley's." stated Malfoy, "I almost went myself, but since you have not condoned these attacks, I decided against it."
"How many have gone?" asked the cold voice.
"Four, my master" said Malfoy in a strange voice.
"There are many Weasley's, they could run into some trouble. I know that you hate them," the cold voice said. "Take 5 more and back the first group up, just in case. The Weasley's are a powerful wizarding family, if not very prominent."
"Yes master, you are most kind to us." Said Malfoy as he walked out the door.