Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The only the characters that belongs
to me are all the unknown characters© Teffy Enchantments 2001-2003. This is
my idea of what the 7th year of Harry Potter would be like.
Author's note: Please write feedback it will give me more reason to continue. I appreciate constructive criticism. This is my first time at writing a fan fiction about Harry Potter. Also this is not written from only Harry's viewpoint.
Thank You: Trisha for helping me get over my writer's block.
Chapter 2: Meetings
The rain lashed against the windows of the bus. It was only 1 o'clock in the afternoon, but it looked like it was midnight. Many were grateful for the rain. It had been a hot summer in England. Various children had been playing in the rain earlier. Now the streets were empty and the bus emitted a large groan as it pulled into King's Cross Station. People disembarked quickly pulling out umbrellas, straining against the wind as they ran to the station.
A slender, jet-black haired boy disembarked the bus and ran towards the station. Upon entering he shake the water off his umbrella before closing it. He shook himself sending water droplets all over the place. Then he loaded his baggage onto a trolley and headed down towards the platforms.
This is no ordinary boy. He is Harry Potter, the boy who lived. At this moment he was headed towards the platform that would take him to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When Harry was just an infant, the Dark Lord killed his parents. Harry escaped the slaughter with just a scar on his forehead, product of a failed curse that had killed so many. Now, he is famous for bringing the downfall of the Dark Lord. The Boy Who Lived. The Dark Lord had returned to full body form in his 4th year, and Harry had barely escaped with his life, he still feels guilty that he could not say the same for Cedric. For the past 2 years Voldemort had not tried to make any direct attacks on Harry. Yet, the reign of terror was beginning once again, with renewed vengeance.
Harry thought about his past as he walked down towards Platform 9 3/4. It is his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. Time seemed to go by fast. It seemed only yesterday when Ron, his best friend, introduced himself on the train 6 years ago. Harry chuckled as he remembered what Ron looked like years ago. Tall, gangly, and with a head of hair so red you were positive it was on fire. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he was not paying attention to where he was going. Before he knew it he had crashed into another trolley.
"Hey! Watch it, boy!" said the person whom Harry had just knocked over.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, here let me help you!" said Harry as he helped the girl up and put the luggage back into the trolley.
"It is alright! I can do it myself! Thank you," said the girl angrily. She finished loading her stuff and walked off cursing under her breath about being late. Harry looked at the girl's retreating back, bewildered. Then he noticed that he had passed his platform. He turned his trolley around and ran back.
~*~*~ "Harry! Hurry Up!"
"I'm coming!"
Harry got onto the train a couple of minutes before it began to move. He leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He had run here knocking over once again many other people. A bushy haired brunette poked her head out of a cabin door.
"Harry over here!" she yelled waving her hand. Harry smiled as the girl came over to help him with his stuff.
"Thanks Hermione, I nearly thought I had missed the train," he said as he put his stuff away. Then laughter sounded behind him. Harry turned around facing his best friend of 6 years, Ron Weasly.
"Too bad there wasn't a flying car outside. it might of come in handy if you did miss the train," chortled Ron. Harry laughed as he pounced on Ron.
In their second year Harry and Ron had missed the train and "borrowed" their father's flying Ford Angelica. They had landed into big trouble; they were still surprised that they hadn't been expelled.
"I thought the summer would never end. I believe the Dursley's have topped themselves this year in trying to make my life a miserable existence. They refused to take me to King Cross after Hedwig had molted all over the living room floor. I had to take the bus, " Harry said as he sat down after a failed attempt at putting Ron in a headlock, "how was your summer Hermione?"
"It was pretty good. I finally got my braces off if you haven't noticed. Also, I visited a pen pal in America. It was really interesting. United States is so much more different than here," said Hermione. Harry looked at her, still amazed at how she can say all that in one breath.
"How about you, Ron?" asked Harry
"It was quite interesting. Father had let me come on a few of his raids. Well few are an understatement. There were a lot of raids this summer. It seemed that with every single raid the degree of danger increased. Pretty soon we were confiscating more and more dark objects," said Ron.
Harry reflected upon what Ron said. His distress must have shown on his face for Hermione spoke up.
"Are you alright, Harry?" she asked concerned.
"Yes, I'm alright. Just thinking about these past few years. How fast they went by and I still can hardly believe this is our last year at Hogwarts," Harry lied. He smiled and looked out the window, the images became blurred as the train began to move faster. Hermione just smiled and resumed her conversation with Ron about her summer in America.
~*~*~
Harry had drifted off to sleep when he felt a thunk on his head. He looked up and found a blond haired boy leaning over him. "Oh, it is you Malfoy. don't you ever go away?" said Harry not quite happy of being woken up. He looked around and found that Hermione and Ron were not around. "Where did they go?" thought Harry.
"Shut up, potter, I'm looking for a friend of mine. He's my height, with black hair and tanned," sneered Malfoy.
"No, now go away," grumbled Harry trying to shut Draco Malfoy's face out. Ron came in at this moment and lunged at Malfoy thinking that he was trying to hurt Harry. Malfoy and Ron scuffled for a good while before Harry pulled them apart.
Draco wiped blood off his lip and scowled at Ron. "Weasley ." he began before Harry held out his wand in front of his face.
"Don't say a word, just leave. It will make both our lives easier," said Harry his eyes fixed on Draco. Ron stood behind Harry, glaring maliciously at Malfoy. Draco narrowed his eyes and straightened up and walked out of the cabin. He barely glanced at Hermione when she came in as he walked out.
"What happened?" asked Hermione. Ron exchanged glances and began to crack up. They recounted what happened to Hermione. They changed into their robes as the train slowed down.
~*~*~
Draco walked back to his compartment in a foul mood. "Always, the same," he thought, "Once I would like to see Harry and his sidekick, suffer." He clenched his fists as he mulled over the past couple of years. His bit his lip in anger and remorse as he recounted every single time Harry had nearly escaped death or punishment. Each time, coming out as a hero. Blood began to trickle from where he had bit his lip. Draco was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the boy creeping up behind him. In flash Draco was pinned against the wall.
"Miss me Draco? I heard you've been looking for me!" said the boy. He
Draco blinked a couple of times, still startled. The boy was eye level with him and really close . too close. Draco hadn't a choice but to stare back into those large hazel eyes. "Apara! Yes, I had been looking for you. your supposed to stick with me. Not off cavorting with every single girl you meet. I see you have changed into your robes," said Draco pushing the boy off of him. Apara laughed and crossed his arms.
Apara was a handsome boy. He had black hair that fell in chaotic layers around his shoulders and olive face. His eyes were a bright hazel and always alight with mischievous intentions. He blew away a couple of strands of hair that fell over his eyes. "Alright I stay with you.until you get boring," he said. Draco rolled his eyes and the two boys walked off to their cabins as the train slowed down.
Chapter 3 Coming SOOn
Author's note: Please write feedback it will give me more reason to continue. I appreciate constructive criticism. This is my first time at writing a fan fiction about Harry Potter. Also this is not written from only Harry's viewpoint.
Thank You: Trisha for helping me get over my writer's block.
Chapter 2: Meetings
The rain lashed against the windows of the bus. It was only 1 o'clock in the afternoon, but it looked like it was midnight. Many were grateful for the rain. It had been a hot summer in England. Various children had been playing in the rain earlier. Now the streets were empty and the bus emitted a large groan as it pulled into King's Cross Station. People disembarked quickly pulling out umbrellas, straining against the wind as they ran to the station.
A slender, jet-black haired boy disembarked the bus and ran towards the station. Upon entering he shake the water off his umbrella before closing it. He shook himself sending water droplets all over the place. Then he loaded his baggage onto a trolley and headed down towards the platforms.
This is no ordinary boy. He is Harry Potter, the boy who lived. At this moment he was headed towards the platform that would take him to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When Harry was just an infant, the Dark Lord killed his parents. Harry escaped the slaughter with just a scar on his forehead, product of a failed curse that had killed so many. Now, he is famous for bringing the downfall of the Dark Lord. The Boy Who Lived. The Dark Lord had returned to full body form in his 4th year, and Harry had barely escaped with his life, he still feels guilty that he could not say the same for Cedric. For the past 2 years Voldemort had not tried to make any direct attacks on Harry. Yet, the reign of terror was beginning once again, with renewed vengeance.
Harry thought about his past as he walked down towards Platform 9 3/4. It is his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. Time seemed to go by fast. It seemed only yesterday when Ron, his best friend, introduced himself on the train 6 years ago. Harry chuckled as he remembered what Ron looked like years ago. Tall, gangly, and with a head of hair so red you were positive it was on fire. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he was not paying attention to where he was going. Before he knew it he had crashed into another trolley.
"Hey! Watch it, boy!" said the person whom Harry had just knocked over.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, here let me help you!" said Harry as he helped the girl up and put the luggage back into the trolley.
"It is alright! I can do it myself! Thank you," said the girl angrily. She finished loading her stuff and walked off cursing under her breath about being late. Harry looked at the girl's retreating back, bewildered. Then he noticed that he had passed his platform. He turned his trolley around and ran back.
~*~*~ "Harry! Hurry Up!"
"I'm coming!"
Harry got onto the train a couple of minutes before it began to move. He leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He had run here knocking over once again many other people. A bushy haired brunette poked her head out of a cabin door.
"Harry over here!" she yelled waving her hand. Harry smiled as the girl came over to help him with his stuff.
"Thanks Hermione, I nearly thought I had missed the train," he said as he put his stuff away. Then laughter sounded behind him. Harry turned around facing his best friend of 6 years, Ron Weasly.
"Too bad there wasn't a flying car outside. it might of come in handy if you did miss the train," chortled Ron. Harry laughed as he pounced on Ron.
In their second year Harry and Ron had missed the train and "borrowed" their father's flying Ford Angelica. They had landed into big trouble; they were still surprised that they hadn't been expelled.
"I thought the summer would never end. I believe the Dursley's have topped themselves this year in trying to make my life a miserable existence. They refused to take me to King Cross after Hedwig had molted all over the living room floor. I had to take the bus, " Harry said as he sat down after a failed attempt at putting Ron in a headlock, "how was your summer Hermione?"
"It was pretty good. I finally got my braces off if you haven't noticed. Also, I visited a pen pal in America. It was really interesting. United States is so much more different than here," said Hermione. Harry looked at her, still amazed at how she can say all that in one breath.
"How about you, Ron?" asked Harry
"It was quite interesting. Father had let me come on a few of his raids. Well few are an understatement. There were a lot of raids this summer. It seemed that with every single raid the degree of danger increased. Pretty soon we were confiscating more and more dark objects," said Ron.
Harry reflected upon what Ron said. His distress must have shown on his face for Hermione spoke up.
"Are you alright, Harry?" she asked concerned.
"Yes, I'm alright. Just thinking about these past few years. How fast they went by and I still can hardly believe this is our last year at Hogwarts," Harry lied. He smiled and looked out the window, the images became blurred as the train began to move faster. Hermione just smiled and resumed her conversation with Ron about her summer in America.
~*~*~
Harry had drifted off to sleep when he felt a thunk on his head. He looked up and found a blond haired boy leaning over him. "Oh, it is you Malfoy. don't you ever go away?" said Harry not quite happy of being woken up. He looked around and found that Hermione and Ron were not around. "Where did they go?" thought Harry.
"Shut up, potter, I'm looking for a friend of mine. He's my height, with black hair and tanned," sneered Malfoy.
"No, now go away," grumbled Harry trying to shut Draco Malfoy's face out. Ron came in at this moment and lunged at Malfoy thinking that he was trying to hurt Harry. Malfoy and Ron scuffled for a good while before Harry pulled them apart.
Draco wiped blood off his lip and scowled at Ron. "Weasley ." he began before Harry held out his wand in front of his face.
"Don't say a word, just leave. It will make both our lives easier," said Harry his eyes fixed on Draco. Ron stood behind Harry, glaring maliciously at Malfoy. Draco narrowed his eyes and straightened up and walked out of the cabin. He barely glanced at Hermione when she came in as he walked out.
"What happened?" asked Hermione. Ron exchanged glances and began to crack up. They recounted what happened to Hermione. They changed into their robes as the train slowed down.
~*~*~
Draco walked back to his compartment in a foul mood. "Always, the same," he thought, "Once I would like to see Harry and his sidekick, suffer." He clenched his fists as he mulled over the past couple of years. His bit his lip in anger and remorse as he recounted every single time Harry had nearly escaped death or punishment. Each time, coming out as a hero. Blood began to trickle from where he had bit his lip. Draco was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the boy creeping up behind him. In flash Draco was pinned against the wall.
"Miss me Draco? I heard you've been looking for me!" said the boy. He
Draco blinked a couple of times, still startled. The boy was eye level with him and really close . too close. Draco hadn't a choice but to stare back into those large hazel eyes. "Apara! Yes, I had been looking for you. your supposed to stick with me. Not off cavorting with every single girl you meet. I see you have changed into your robes," said Draco pushing the boy off of him. Apara laughed and crossed his arms.
Apara was a handsome boy. He had black hair that fell in chaotic layers around his shoulders and olive face. His eyes were a bright hazel and always alight with mischievous intentions. He blew away a couple of strands of hair that fell over his eyes. "Alright I stay with you.until you get boring," he said. Draco rolled his eyes and the two boys walked off to their cabins as the train slowed down.
Chapter 3 Coming SOOn