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1 Chapter Three
Cho wrote me a letter. Harry was stunned. A letter from Voldemort wouldn't have taken him by more surprise. It said that she thinks I'm brave Harry noticed. She's not completely accurate when she said that nobody blames him though. Harry still blamed himself. "Here I am with some new powers I can't even understand, and yet I couldn't even save Cedric's life when I was right there" he said to himself bitterly. "I just stood there, helpless, and watched him die." Harry resolved that something like that would never happen again if he could help it, then returned his attention to the letter. There was no point in trying to deny that he didn't like Cho. She had been on his mind a lot during the summer, but he knew that even if she didn't blame him she would never talk to Harry again if she knew he was thinking about her the way he was. Not that he would do anything about it anyways, his own guilt kept him from even thinking about asking Cho out. She wants to know what happened, he thought to himself sickly. I owe it to her I suppose, after all I murdered her boyfriend. He tried to begin a letter back to her explaining what happened, but he couldn't. It just wouldn't come out right. He couldn't just write down something this big on a piece of paper. He decided to put the letter for now, as it was only stressing him out.
He was all worked up over the letter so he decided to do some push-ups to get rid of his excess energy. When he reached a hundred and fifty he was sweaty, but felt better. He took a quick shower, but when he went to get some clothes out of his trunk he found an entire new wardrobe of both wizard and muggle clothing that actually fit. He was wondering what they had come from, as he was positive that they weren't from the Dursley's. He pulled on a pair of khaki pants, and a sleeveless white shirt, and then he spotted a note on top of the clothes.
Dear Harry,
I wanted to help you out a little, as Merlin said you weren't dressed very sharply when he saw you. I suggest you get on top of something soft quickly as I need to talk to you.
Godric Gryffindor
Harry went to his bed, and looked at the clock knowing what was about to happen. It had only been seven hours since he turned fifteen, and talked to Merlin in the strange timeless white realm, was his last thought before he fell unconscious.
He found himself in the same place he was with Merlin, but instead of Merlin he saw, a different old wizard in long red and gold robes, watching him with bright green eyes filled with wisdom. So there's green eyes on my father's side too he noticed.
"Hello Harry. I trust you know who I am?" though it was more of a statement than a question.
"You're Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Gryffindor, and I'm you're heir." replied Harry wanting to make sure that he had all of his facts straight.
"Right you are Harry. I see that Merlin's turned you into quite a handsome young man. He said that he altered you're appearance a little to something a bit more suitable. I can see in you're eyes that you're power has awoken, and I can feel it in you're presence as well.
"I've noticed," said Harry dryly. " However I'm not very clear on what my powers are. I can feel that I have them, but it's very strange.
"That's why I've brought you here Harry" said Godric. "Merlin has explained to you that you have powers, and what you are to do with them before his time ran out, but I'm going to try to teach you the basics of some of you're powers, and explain what I can about the others. I can teach you only the basics, and only some of you're powers in the short time I have here. The rest will be up to you."
Gryffindor was a very good teacher, and Harry worked hard to understand what he was saying. Harry was also amazed at how quickly he could pick things up, but remembered that Gryffindor said that he was much quicker now. Harry noticed that he could even surpass Hermione, which scared him a little. Before it was time to go Harry was able to transform into any animiga, apararate, perform magic without a wand, communicate with people telepathically, read people's minds, and begun to learn a little about controlling the elements, but so far he could only make a fire ball. Godric transferred the knowledge of the ancients to Harry, because no one else remembered them so he couldn't learn them from anybody except Gryffindor, or Merlin.
When Gryffindor said that it was time to go Harry was sad to leave him. "Goodbye Godric, and thank you" he said. "I'll work hard to learn and control my powers.
"Before you go Harry, you should know that you can perform magic, without detection, so it's safe to perform magic during the summer as long as no ministry official sees you." Gryffindor said.
Harry grinned, "I think that I'm going to have a little fun with the Dursleys when I go back."
Gryffindor laughed, " Goodbye Harry, you have my blessings. Try not to hurt the Dursleys…too badly."
Then Harry woke up on his bed. It was still seven. Harry decided that it was time to play with the Dursley's a little for the long fourteen years Harry had been living with them. He did a quick spell that put all of his things neatly in his trunk. He then reduced the trunk's size, put a featherweight charm on it, and stuck it in his pocket. Just then Harry heard his Aunt Petunia screech from downstairs, "Boy, get you're lazy self down here now or you won't no breakfast!" He looked at himself in the mirror. This is going to be fun he thought, and with that he went downstairs.
"Good morning everyone", Harry called cheerfully. Uncle Vernon didn't look up from his paper until he hear Aunt Petunia gasp, and Dudley make some sound from deep within his thick throat. Vernon gaped at him for a moment, but he recovered and pretended like there was nothing strange. He pretended not to even notice Harry was there.
"Here Aunt Petunia, you have a seat and I'll set the table." Harry offered smoothly. With a wave of his arms the plate's cups, and silverware all flew to their proper places. Then Harry made beckoned to the pitcher of orange juice, and it floated over, and started pouring itself into the cups. Dudley screamed and ran out of the kitchen, but not without grabbing his breakfast to bring with him Harry noticed. Aunt Petunia immediately fainted, and Uncle Vernon's eyes were bulging dangerously.
Vernon looked like he was about to kill Harry, but then Harry started playing with a fireball, he had just created, and was tossing it back and forth. Vernon was clearly terrified, and backed away a couple of feet before his anger returned.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING BOY?" he roared. Vernon's faced was purple, and blotched with white in places.
"Is something wrong Vernon?" Harry asked coolly. He was not intimidated by Vernon, like he was when he was a child. Harry was now six feet and one inch, and was looking down upon his bulky uncle. Then Petunia woke up and looked at him fearfully. "Excellent! You're awake" exclaimed Harry with a grin. "Now all we have to do is call down Dudley, and the whole family will be here", Harry said brightly. "Accio Dudley!" Harry yelled, and Dudley came zooming towards them. He put his hand out as if to stay stop, because Dudley was about to run into him, and Dudley stopped immediately.
Then Harry finished what Hagrid had tried to do so long ago. He turned Dudley into a pig. Then he turned to Aunt Petunia, and gave her the head of a horse. She let out a shrill whine, which sounded no different than her normal voice.
Then he turned to Vernon to see his reaction, he was furious. "Boy." He screamed! "How dare you! You come down here looking like some punk, and perform magic on my family. We took care of you after that BITCH you call a mother got herself blown up with you're no good father!" Then this Vernon went quiet when he saw the look on Harry's face.
"What did you call my mother?" Harry asked in a quiet deadly tone. He turned everyone back to normal, and returned his attention to Uncle Vernon. Harry's eyes were burning with a terrible power. Harry's fireball grew in his hand, and outside storm clouds were rushing over the street. The lights went all went out except for Harry's ball of fire.
They could feel Harry's angry power, and Uncle Vernon realized his mistake. Then Harry seemed to calm down a little, and the sun came back out, and all of the lights turned back on. Harry made the fireball in his hand disappear, and left saying "I'm going out. Don't wait up."
When Harry stepped outside what he saw horrified him. Without stopping to think he ran towards Mrs. Figg's house, because hovering above it was the Dark Mark.
A/N: Well… I wasn't really expecting that, but there it is. I guess I kind of left it at a cliffhanger to. Maybe it will inspire people to REVIEW. Those of you who did I want to say thanks. Any ideas on what to do with the ring? Cause I'm not even sure why I put it there. You can e- mail me if you want at Dark_Defeater@hotmail.com
Dark Defeater
1 Chapter Three
Cho wrote me a letter. Harry was stunned. A letter from Voldemort wouldn't have taken him by more surprise. It said that she thinks I'm brave Harry noticed. She's not completely accurate when she said that nobody blames him though. Harry still blamed himself. "Here I am with some new powers I can't even understand, and yet I couldn't even save Cedric's life when I was right there" he said to himself bitterly. "I just stood there, helpless, and watched him die." Harry resolved that something like that would never happen again if he could help it, then returned his attention to the letter. There was no point in trying to deny that he didn't like Cho. She had been on his mind a lot during the summer, but he knew that even if she didn't blame him she would never talk to Harry again if she knew he was thinking about her the way he was. Not that he would do anything about it anyways, his own guilt kept him from even thinking about asking Cho out. She wants to know what happened, he thought to himself sickly. I owe it to her I suppose, after all I murdered her boyfriend. He tried to begin a letter back to her explaining what happened, but he couldn't. It just wouldn't come out right. He couldn't just write down something this big on a piece of paper. He decided to put the letter for now, as it was only stressing him out.
He was all worked up over the letter so he decided to do some push-ups to get rid of his excess energy. When he reached a hundred and fifty he was sweaty, but felt better. He took a quick shower, but when he went to get some clothes out of his trunk he found an entire new wardrobe of both wizard and muggle clothing that actually fit. He was wondering what they had come from, as he was positive that they weren't from the Dursley's. He pulled on a pair of khaki pants, and a sleeveless white shirt, and then he spotted a note on top of the clothes.
Dear Harry,
I wanted to help you out a little, as Merlin said you weren't dressed very sharply when he saw you. I suggest you get on top of something soft quickly as I need to talk to you.
Godric Gryffindor
Harry went to his bed, and looked at the clock knowing what was about to happen. It had only been seven hours since he turned fifteen, and talked to Merlin in the strange timeless white realm, was his last thought before he fell unconscious.
He found himself in the same place he was with Merlin, but instead of Merlin he saw, a different old wizard in long red and gold robes, watching him with bright green eyes filled with wisdom. So there's green eyes on my father's side too he noticed.
"Hello Harry. I trust you know who I am?" though it was more of a statement than a question.
"You're Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Gryffindor, and I'm you're heir." replied Harry wanting to make sure that he had all of his facts straight.
"Right you are Harry. I see that Merlin's turned you into quite a handsome young man. He said that he altered you're appearance a little to something a bit more suitable. I can see in you're eyes that you're power has awoken, and I can feel it in you're presence as well.
"I've noticed," said Harry dryly. " However I'm not very clear on what my powers are. I can feel that I have them, but it's very strange.
"That's why I've brought you here Harry" said Godric. "Merlin has explained to you that you have powers, and what you are to do with them before his time ran out, but I'm going to try to teach you the basics of some of you're powers, and explain what I can about the others. I can teach you only the basics, and only some of you're powers in the short time I have here. The rest will be up to you."
Gryffindor was a very good teacher, and Harry worked hard to understand what he was saying. Harry was also amazed at how quickly he could pick things up, but remembered that Gryffindor said that he was much quicker now. Harry noticed that he could even surpass Hermione, which scared him a little. Before it was time to go Harry was able to transform into any animiga, apararate, perform magic without a wand, communicate with people telepathically, read people's minds, and begun to learn a little about controlling the elements, but so far he could only make a fire ball. Godric transferred the knowledge of the ancients to Harry, because no one else remembered them so he couldn't learn them from anybody except Gryffindor, or Merlin.
When Gryffindor said that it was time to go Harry was sad to leave him. "Goodbye Godric, and thank you" he said. "I'll work hard to learn and control my powers.
"Before you go Harry, you should know that you can perform magic, without detection, so it's safe to perform magic during the summer as long as no ministry official sees you." Gryffindor said.
Harry grinned, "I think that I'm going to have a little fun with the Dursleys when I go back."
Gryffindor laughed, " Goodbye Harry, you have my blessings. Try not to hurt the Dursleys…too badly."
Then Harry woke up on his bed. It was still seven. Harry decided that it was time to play with the Dursley's a little for the long fourteen years Harry had been living with them. He did a quick spell that put all of his things neatly in his trunk. He then reduced the trunk's size, put a featherweight charm on it, and stuck it in his pocket. Just then Harry heard his Aunt Petunia screech from downstairs, "Boy, get you're lazy self down here now or you won't no breakfast!" He looked at himself in the mirror. This is going to be fun he thought, and with that he went downstairs.
"Good morning everyone", Harry called cheerfully. Uncle Vernon didn't look up from his paper until he hear Aunt Petunia gasp, and Dudley make some sound from deep within his thick throat. Vernon gaped at him for a moment, but he recovered and pretended like there was nothing strange. He pretended not to even notice Harry was there.
"Here Aunt Petunia, you have a seat and I'll set the table." Harry offered smoothly. With a wave of his arms the plate's cups, and silverware all flew to their proper places. Then Harry made beckoned to the pitcher of orange juice, and it floated over, and started pouring itself into the cups. Dudley screamed and ran out of the kitchen, but not without grabbing his breakfast to bring with him Harry noticed. Aunt Petunia immediately fainted, and Uncle Vernon's eyes were bulging dangerously.
Vernon looked like he was about to kill Harry, but then Harry started playing with a fireball, he had just created, and was tossing it back and forth. Vernon was clearly terrified, and backed away a couple of feet before his anger returned.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING BOY?" he roared. Vernon's faced was purple, and blotched with white in places.
"Is something wrong Vernon?" Harry asked coolly. He was not intimidated by Vernon, like he was when he was a child. Harry was now six feet and one inch, and was looking down upon his bulky uncle. Then Petunia woke up and looked at him fearfully. "Excellent! You're awake" exclaimed Harry with a grin. "Now all we have to do is call down Dudley, and the whole family will be here", Harry said brightly. "Accio Dudley!" Harry yelled, and Dudley came zooming towards them. He put his hand out as if to stay stop, because Dudley was about to run into him, and Dudley stopped immediately.
Then Harry finished what Hagrid had tried to do so long ago. He turned Dudley into a pig. Then he turned to Aunt Petunia, and gave her the head of a horse. She let out a shrill whine, which sounded no different than her normal voice.
Then he turned to Vernon to see his reaction, he was furious. "Boy." He screamed! "How dare you! You come down here looking like some punk, and perform magic on my family. We took care of you after that BITCH you call a mother got herself blown up with you're no good father!" Then this Vernon went quiet when he saw the look on Harry's face.
"What did you call my mother?" Harry asked in a quiet deadly tone. He turned everyone back to normal, and returned his attention to Uncle Vernon. Harry's eyes were burning with a terrible power. Harry's fireball grew in his hand, and outside storm clouds were rushing over the street. The lights went all went out except for Harry's ball of fire.
They could feel Harry's angry power, and Uncle Vernon realized his mistake. Then Harry seemed to calm down a little, and the sun came back out, and all of the lights turned back on. Harry made the fireball in his hand disappear, and left saying "I'm going out. Don't wait up."
When Harry stepped outside what he saw horrified him. Without stopping to think he ran towards Mrs. Figg's house, because hovering above it was the Dark Mark.
A/N: Well… I wasn't really expecting that, but there it is. I guess I kind of left it at a cliffhanger to. Maybe it will inspire people to REVIEW. Those of you who did I want to say thanks. Any ideas on what to do with the ring? Cause I'm not even sure why I put it there. You can e- mail me if you want at Dark_Defeater@hotmail.com
Dark Defeater