It was a typical day for Harry Potter of Number 4, Private Drive. As
always he woke up to his Aunt Petunia's nauseating voice telling him to
get up.
"Harry Potter, get your lazy butt up this instant. Dudley wants his
birthday breakfast and you have chores to do." So Harry went through
his morning routine of taking a shower and dressing. As Harry was
looking in the mirror he thought about what had happened throughout
the last year. He still had nightmares about Voldemort and himself
dueling, as well as when Voldemort had killed Cedric during the
Tri-Wizard Tournament. Harry shook his head as if to clear the images
away once more. While Harry was looking into the mirror he was
running his finger over his scar. He noticed that he had grown a little
taller over the past few months of summer. He now had muscles and
was tanner from working out in the yard so much over the course of the
summer to keep his mind off things. Now instead of being that short,
skinny, weakling who hid behind his glasses known as the boy who
lived, he was now that tall, muscular, brave, and the best Quiddich
player that Hogwarts had seen for a while know as the boy who had
lived. Harry had decided it was time for a change so he cut his hair
shorter to make it look more tame.
"Harry get your sorry butt down here this instant or you'll be
having no one come over!" Uncle Vernon roared. Harry sighed and
thought *This is gonna be a long day. *As Harry walked down the stairs
he overheard his Aunt saying, " I wish we didn't have to have his kind
over for the Holiday. Who knows what they'll do to us when we turn
our backs on them."
*Figures*, thought Harry, *I finally get my friends to come over
and Sirius probably put them up to it. Ahh well at least they're commin
over.* Harry really wanted his best friends to be safe, *and the safest
place he thought is with me.* As Harry prepared breakfast for the
Dursleys he wondered what time Hermione Granger, his current
crush/love, and Ron Weasley, whom he considered the closest thing he
had to a family, were coming over. As soon as he thought about this the
phone rang. Harry went to pick it up and while the Dursleys listened in
they caught a few phrases, ". . .what time Herm. . .?", and ". . .sure I'll
be. . .". When Harry came back into the kitchen he saw the Dursleys
wondering what was gonna happen to them. Harry had to hold back the
urge to laugh as he said, " Hermione and Ron will be over around noon
and Hermione will be arriving via car and Ron will be coming by car as
well. Is that all right with you?" Then as he turned to go he put the food
on the table and told Dudley that he was looking pretty good this
summer. And maybe they should go running tomorrow. Dudley was
now looking slimmer and more muscular.
After Harry had gone back to his room Dudley came in and
looked around. Harry and Dudley had become good friends over the last
few weeks because they had been working out and running together.
"Happy Birthday Dudley." said Harry while handing him a
present.
Dudley look at him confusedly then opened it. Inside was the CD
that Dudley had wanted for a while but his parents wouldn't get it.
Dudley look at Harry smiling, "Thank you so much Harry. I really
appreciate it."
"No problem." said Harry. He had been getting some muggle
money from Sirius every month and had been working on the yard
during the summer for amounts of allowance from the Dursley's and a
few of the neighbors. Harry was able to get clothes that fit him because
of it and was able to get a few other things that he had wanted.
"So what time are your friends really coming over Harry?" asked
Dudley.
"Well Herm will be here around noon and Ron a little after that."
replied Harry. Then after seeing Dudley's terrified face and remembering
the whole fiasco with the ten ton candy and Ron's brother's he added,
"And Ron's brothers aren't coming at all." Dudley looked really grateful
for that fact. For the next hour Harry rearranged his room with magic so
everything would fit while Dudley watched on with awe.
Later Dudley asked Harry something that set him on edge,
"Harry tell me why are you able to use magic now when you couldn't
last year?"
" Well Dudley if I tell you don't tell your parents all right. They
don't need to know just yet." At Dudley's nod Harry continued, "Well
remember how your parents always said that my parents were killed in a
car crash?"
"Yeah but weren't they really killed by some wizard?"
"Yes, the most powerful dark wizard in history. You see what
happened was my fathers best friend Sirius, my Godfather, told my
parents they needed to go into hiding and when they did this other
friend of my fathers, Wormtail, sold my family out to Voldemort and he
killed my parents. So when he tried to kill me he was destroyed to the
point of the undead. He was alive in a sense but he was also very much
dead. And ever since my first year at Hogwarts he has been trying to kill
me."
"Harry if he killed your parents, and tried to killed you with what
I'm assuming the same spell," Harry nodded, "why couldn't he kill
you?"
This was the part Harry had been dreading to answer. "Both my
Father and my mother died to protect me. Thus giving me a protection
so strong that the most powerful wizard can't break it. The scar on my
forehead is the only thing that proves the protection is there."
"Harry I still don't understand why he wants you dead."
"That's the thing Dudley, no one does. I was named the most
famous person in history for destroying him, and until last year he
couldn't harm me with out harming him too." Harry's voice had grown
soft and remorseful.
"Why what happened last year?" asked Dudley. He hadn't noticed
that Harry was rather sad about something.
"At the end of last year there was a tournament that I was
involved in because Voldemort had entered me in it. I was the winner
and when I had got to the trophy I was sent to his presence. He
resurrected himself and took my blood to do it. I escaped with my life
but with it came the price of a friends life. There was a second winner
and we both took the cup. Cedric was killed when we arrived and now
Voldemort can harm me without hurting himself. Now he too has my
protection in him."
"Oh." was all Dudley could say. He had gotten more than he
thought he would. Never in his life had he imagined that is cousins life
was so traumatic. He watched Harry closely and was startled to see
Harry smiling after he was grim.
"Come on Dud, Hermione's here." Said a happy Harry.
Dudley was rather confused, "How do you know?"
"That's my little secret. At least for now." And with that Harry left
the room while Dudley stood up shaking his head and smiling.
Over the past few weeks Harry, Hermione, and Ron had
discovered that they had the ability to speak to each other through
thought speak and that it had come in useful. What they didn't know
was that they were in the middle of something big and what they did
would decide on the future.
always he woke up to his Aunt Petunia's nauseating voice telling him to
get up.
"Harry Potter, get your lazy butt up this instant. Dudley wants his
birthday breakfast and you have chores to do." So Harry went through
his morning routine of taking a shower and dressing. As Harry was
looking in the mirror he thought about what had happened throughout
the last year. He still had nightmares about Voldemort and himself
dueling, as well as when Voldemort had killed Cedric during the
Tri-Wizard Tournament. Harry shook his head as if to clear the images
away once more. While Harry was looking into the mirror he was
running his finger over his scar. He noticed that he had grown a little
taller over the past few months of summer. He now had muscles and
was tanner from working out in the yard so much over the course of the
summer to keep his mind off things. Now instead of being that short,
skinny, weakling who hid behind his glasses known as the boy who
lived, he was now that tall, muscular, brave, and the best Quiddich
player that Hogwarts had seen for a while know as the boy who had
lived. Harry had decided it was time for a change so he cut his hair
shorter to make it look more tame.
"Harry get your sorry butt down here this instant or you'll be
having no one come over!" Uncle Vernon roared. Harry sighed and
thought *This is gonna be a long day. *As Harry walked down the stairs
he overheard his Aunt saying, " I wish we didn't have to have his kind
over for the Holiday. Who knows what they'll do to us when we turn
our backs on them."
*Figures*, thought Harry, *I finally get my friends to come over
and Sirius probably put them up to it. Ahh well at least they're commin
over.* Harry really wanted his best friends to be safe, *and the safest
place he thought is with me.* As Harry prepared breakfast for the
Dursleys he wondered what time Hermione Granger, his current
crush/love, and Ron Weasley, whom he considered the closest thing he
had to a family, were coming over. As soon as he thought about this the
phone rang. Harry went to pick it up and while the Dursleys listened in
they caught a few phrases, ". . .what time Herm. . .?", and ". . .sure I'll
be. . .". When Harry came back into the kitchen he saw the Dursleys
wondering what was gonna happen to them. Harry had to hold back the
urge to laugh as he said, " Hermione and Ron will be over around noon
and Hermione will be arriving via car and Ron will be coming by car as
well. Is that all right with you?" Then as he turned to go he put the food
on the table and told Dudley that he was looking pretty good this
summer. And maybe they should go running tomorrow. Dudley was
now looking slimmer and more muscular.
After Harry had gone back to his room Dudley came in and
looked around. Harry and Dudley had become good friends over the last
few weeks because they had been working out and running together.
"Happy Birthday Dudley." said Harry while handing him a
present.
Dudley look at him confusedly then opened it. Inside was the CD
that Dudley had wanted for a while but his parents wouldn't get it.
Dudley look at Harry smiling, "Thank you so much Harry. I really
appreciate it."
"No problem." said Harry. He had been getting some muggle
money from Sirius every month and had been working on the yard
during the summer for amounts of allowance from the Dursley's and a
few of the neighbors. Harry was able to get clothes that fit him because
of it and was able to get a few other things that he had wanted.
"So what time are your friends really coming over Harry?" asked
Dudley.
"Well Herm will be here around noon and Ron a little after that."
replied Harry. Then after seeing Dudley's terrified face and remembering
the whole fiasco with the ten ton candy and Ron's brother's he added,
"And Ron's brothers aren't coming at all." Dudley looked really grateful
for that fact. For the next hour Harry rearranged his room with magic so
everything would fit while Dudley watched on with awe.
Later Dudley asked Harry something that set him on edge,
"Harry tell me why are you able to use magic now when you couldn't
last year?"
" Well Dudley if I tell you don't tell your parents all right. They
don't need to know just yet." At Dudley's nod Harry continued, "Well
remember how your parents always said that my parents were killed in a
car crash?"
"Yeah but weren't they really killed by some wizard?"
"Yes, the most powerful dark wizard in history. You see what
happened was my fathers best friend Sirius, my Godfather, told my
parents they needed to go into hiding and when they did this other
friend of my fathers, Wormtail, sold my family out to Voldemort and he
killed my parents. So when he tried to kill me he was destroyed to the
point of the undead. He was alive in a sense but he was also very much
dead. And ever since my first year at Hogwarts he has been trying to kill
me."
"Harry if he killed your parents, and tried to killed you with what
I'm assuming the same spell," Harry nodded, "why couldn't he kill
you?"
This was the part Harry had been dreading to answer. "Both my
Father and my mother died to protect me. Thus giving me a protection
so strong that the most powerful wizard can't break it. The scar on my
forehead is the only thing that proves the protection is there."
"Harry I still don't understand why he wants you dead."
"That's the thing Dudley, no one does. I was named the most
famous person in history for destroying him, and until last year he
couldn't harm me with out harming him too." Harry's voice had grown
soft and remorseful.
"Why what happened last year?" asked Dudley. He hadn't noticed
that Harry was rather sad about something.
"At the end of last year there was a tournament that I was
involved in because Voldemort had entered me in it. I was the winner
and when I had got to the trophy I was sent to his presence. He
resurrected himself and took my blood to do it. I escaped with my life
but with it came the price of a friends life. There was a second winner
and we both took the cup. Cedric was killed when we arrived and now
Voldemort can harm me without hurting himself. Now he too has my
protection in him."
"Oh." was all Dudley could say. He had gotten more than he
thought he would. Never in his life had he imagined that is cousins life
was so traumatic. He watched Harry closely and was startled to see
Harry smiling after he was grim.
"Come on Dud, Hermione's here." Said a happy Harry.
Dudley was rather confused, "How do you know?"
"That's my little secret. At least for now." And with that Harry left
the room while Dudley stood up shaking his head and smiling.
Over the past few weeks Harry, Hermione, and Ron had
discovered that they had the ability to speak to each other through
thought speak and that it had come in useful. What they didn't know
was that they were in the middle of something big and what they did
would decide on the future.