1 Ch1: The Dream
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
An earsplitting scream tears through Harry Potter's sleep. He leaps out of bed and runs toward the screams. He runs out of his room, down the hallway and into Dudly's room. Inside was something Harry has wanted to see for a very long time: Wormtail standing over Dudly with a knife.
Harry begins to cheer but to his horror, Wormtail turns, his white hand glistening in the starlit night, to look strait at him. Wormtail begins to change into a monstrous, hideous rat the size of a car. Harry begins to turn and scream but the giant rat closes on him, leaps jaws wide, ready to clamp down on his throat.
Harry awakens in a cold sweat and blurry sight. Breathing hard, he reaches over to his bedside table to find his glasses and puts them on.
"Just a dream," Harry mumbled drowsily as he scanned the room, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Well, at least what was ordinary for him because Harry wasn't a normal boy. No, far from it. Harry was a wizard in training at the best school of magic ever made, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from which he had just completed his fourth year. What he did see was the best broomstick in the world, a Firebolt, his snowy white owl Hedwig in an open cage sleeping soundlessly, an open trunk with spell books spilling out, a broom servicing kit, ink and quills, a wand, and school robes.
He didn't used to be able to have all of this stuff out in his room but ever since his Godfather Sirius came into his life, nothing had been the same. Sirius was an escaped convict from the wizard jail Azkaban but he was put in there because he was framed, but Harry thought it best not to mention that to the Dursleys.
'Nope,' he thought smiling, 'all as usual.'
Harry was a small and skinny for his age and had been for as long as he could remember. He had a thin face, striking jade green eyes, black hair that couldn't be tamed by a comb or brush and knobbly knees. He wore small black glasses and most unusual about him was a thin scar on his forehead in the shape of lightning. That scar made him different from all wizards in the world because he had escaped the evil wizard Voldemort's killing curse and sent Voldemort into hiding while Harry escaped with only that scar. He was the only person in the world who had ever escaped that curse and that only made him more famous.
Looking out his window at the beautiful night, he thought about his true home, the school, where he could have fun with his friends and do his favorite thing in the world. Play Quidditch the best game ever invented and played only by wizards on broomsticks. He missed that more than anything else in the world.
He suddenly smiled getting an idea. He moved quickly and quietly, so as not to awaken the Dursleys, around the room looking for his invisibility cloak, one of his most prized possessions. He picked it up from under his school robes, its liquid-like material flowing around his hands thinking about his first true Christmas ever. Smiling he went over to his Firebolt picked it up and set both the cloak and his broom next to the window. Harry then thought for a second and went to awaken Hedwig.
Harry lightly prodded Hedwig awake and she cast him a baleful eye at being awakened.
"Don't give me that look. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go flying with me." Hedwig turned her head a bit then stretched her wings out and jumped to the window. Harry smiled happily at his very first friend and walked over to his things and tossed on invisibility cloak. Looking down to make sure he had it on right he saw only the floor. He smiled again.
Picking up his Firebolt he whistled to Hedwig and flew out the window, his owl following his continuing whistles.
Oh how he loved to fly. He was picked for Gryffindor's house Quidditch team in his first year because of his natural flying talent, the youngest in a century. And he was picked for a very good reason: he was good. Flying over the rooftops, feeling the cold night wind blowing over his body he realized that this wasn't what he missed most. What he missed most were his best friends Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger. It had only been three weeks but it felt like an eternity since he saw his friends.
Harry slowed down and flew lower down to a nearby park with Hedwig still following his whistles, and landed in a tall oak tree.
"Go ahead and fly around Hedwig," said Harry. "I'll call you when I'm ready to go." Hedwig hooted softly and flew around hunting mice.
Harry leaned back and reclined against the branch and thought about his best friends. He could always count on them and there was nothing he wouldn't do for them. He thought of Ron and wondered if he'd get an invitation to the Burrow soon. He thought of Hermione and he thought wryly when he'd get a letter that said that she had done too much homework again.
Ah yes, Harry definitely missed Hogwarts. The only things he didn't miss were the Slytherin house, including Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe, and the head of the house, and Harry's potions teacher, Snape. They caused him nothing but trouble; trouble he could easily do without.
Harry suddenly felt something pinching his finger.
"Ow!" he said as he looked down. "Pig!"
There, biting his finger was Ron's little owl hopping up and down hooting loudly. Harry hadn't heard or seen him at first because of his dosing and almost fell out of the tree with surprise.
Reaching down, Harry grabbed Pig, picked him up and untied the letter tied to his legs. Harry let go of Pig and he went flying around hooting madly all the time. Shaking his head Harry opened the letter and read:
Harry,
How are you? Everything is fine here except because Penny dumped Percy he's been even more insufferable than usual. Hope the Muggles aren't treating you too bad. My Mom said that you could come and stay for the last month of break but not until then because we have to go to Romania. Charlie got burnt up pretty badly and Mom wants us to go stay with him for a while to cheer him up. Sorry you can't come as the doctors won't allow anyone but immediate family in. I'll say hi to Norbert for you! Hope you're OK though.
Have you heard from Sirius lately? I hope that he's OK… Anyway, hope to see you soon!
Sincerely,
1.1 Ron
PS Hermione is in Bulgaria with Krum so she probably hasn't time to send word but I think she'll join us for the last few weeks.
Harry smiled at that. Victor Krum was a fantastic seeker on the Bulgarian Quidditch team and he had met Hermione at Hogwarts last year during the Triwizard Tournament. During that time, he had fallen hopelessly for Hermione.
Looking up Harry realized dawn was coming so he called back Hedwig and she and Harry flew back to number four Privet Drive where the Dursleys were still sleeping and life was better than normal.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
An earsplitting scream tears through Harry Potter's sleep. He leaps out of bed and runs toward the screams. He runs out of his room, down the hallway and into Dudly's room. Inside was something Harry has wanted to see for a very long time: Wormtail standing over Dudly with a knife.
Harry begins to cheer but to his horror, Wormtail turns, his white hand glistening in the starlit night, to look strait at him. Wormtail begins to change into a monstrous, hideous rat the size of a car. Harry begins to turn and scream but the giant rat closes on him, leaps jaws wide, ready to clamp down on his throat.
Harry awakens in a cold sweat and blurry sight. Breathing hard, he reaches over to his bedside table to find his glasses and puts them on.
"Just a dream," Harry mumbled drowsily as he scanned the room, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Well, at least what was ordinary for him because Harry wasn't a normal boy. No, far from it. Harry was a wizard in training at the best school of magic ever made, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from which he had just completed his fourth year. What he did see was the best broomstick in the world, a Firebolt, his snowy white owl Hedwig in an open cage sleeping soundlessly, an open trunk with spell books spilling out, a broom servicing kit, ink and quills, a wand, and school robes.
He didn't used to be able to have all of this stuff out in his room but ever since his Godfather Sirius came into his life, nothing had been the same. Sirius was an escaped convict from the wizard jail Azkaban but he was put in there because he was framed, but Harry thought it best not to mention that to the Dursleys.
'Nope,' he thought smiling, 'all as usual.'
Harry was a small and skinny for his age and had been for as long as he could remember. He had a thin face, striking jade green eyes, black hair that couldn't be tamed by a comb or brush and knobbly knees. He wore small black glasses and most unusual about him was a thin scar on his forehead in the shape of lightning. That scar made him different from all wizards in the world because he had escaped the evil wizard Voldemort's killing curse and sent Voldemort into hiding while Harry escaped with only that scar. He was the only person in the world who had ever escaped that curse and that only made him more famous.
Looking out his window at the beautiful night, he thought about his true home, the school, where he could have fun with his friends and do his favorite thing in the world. Play Quidditch the best game ever invented and played only by wizards on broomsticks. He missed that more than anything else in the world.
He suddenly smiled getting an idea. He moved quickly and quietly, so as not to awaken the Dursleys, around the room looking for his invisibility cloak, one of his most prized possessions. He picked it up from under his school robes, its liquid-like material flowing around his hands thinking about his first true Christmas ever. Smiling he went over to his Firebolt picked it up and set both the cloak and his broom next to the window. Harry then thought for a second and went to awaken Hedwig.
Harry lightly prodded Hedwig awake and she cast him a baleful eye at being awakened.
"Don't give me that look. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go flying with me." Hedwig turned her head a bit then stretched her wings out and jumped to the window. Harry smiled happily at his very first friend and walked over to his things and tossed on invisibility cloak. Looking down to make sure he had it on right he saw only the floor. He smiled again.
Picking up his Firebolt he whistled to Hedwig and flew out the window, his owl following his continuing whistles.
Oh how he loved to fly. He was picked for Gryffindor's house Quidditch team in his first year because of his natural flying talent, the youngest in a century. And he was picked for a very good reason: he was good. Flying over the rooftops, feeling the cold night wind blowing over his body he realized that this wasn't what he missed most. What he missed most were his best friends Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger. It had only been three weeks but it felt like an eternity since he saw his friends.
Harry slowed down and flew lower down to a nearby park with Hedwig still following his whistles, and landed in a tall oak tree.
"Go ahead and fly around Hedwig," said Harry. "I'll call you when I'm ready to go." Hedwig hooted softly and flew around hunting mice.
Harry leaned back and reclined against the branch and thought about his best friends. He could always count on them and there was nothing he wouldn't do for them. He thought of Ron and wondered if he'd get an invitation to the Burrow soon. He thought of Hermione and he thought wryly when he'd get a letter that said that she had done too much homework again.
Ah yes, Harry definitely missed Hogwarts. The only things he didn't miss were the Slytherin house, including Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe, and the head of the house, and Harry's potions teacher, Snape. They caused him nothing but trouble; trouble he could easily do without.
Harry suddenly felt something pinching his finger.
"Ow!" he said as he looked down. "Pig!"
There, biting his finger was Ron's little owl hopping up and down hooting loudly. Harry hadn't heard or seen him at first because of his dosing and almost fell out of the tree with surprise.
Reaching down, Harry grabbed Pig, picked him up and untied the letter tied to his legs. Harry let go of Pig and he went flying around hooting madly all the time. Shaking his head Harry opened the letter and read:
Harry,
How are you? Everything is fine here except because Penny dumped Percy he's been even more insufferable than usual. Hope the Muggles aren't treating you too bad. My Mom said that you could come and stay for the last month of break but not until then because we have to go to Romania. Charlie got burnt up pretty badly and Mom wants us to go stay with him for a while to cheer him up. Sorry you can't come as the doctors won't allow anyone but immediate family in. I'll say hi to Norbert for you! Hope you're OK though.
Have you heard from Sirius lately? I hope that he's OK… Anyway, hope to see you soon!
Sincerely,
1.1 Ron
PS Hermione is in Bulgaria with Krum so she probably hasn't time to send word but I think she'll join us for the last few weeks.
Harry smiled at that. Victor Krum was a fantastic seeker on the Bulgarian Quidditch team and he had met Hermione at Hogwarts last year during the Triwizard Tournament. During that time, he had fallen hopelessly for Hermione.
Looking up Harry realized dawn was coming so he called back Hedwig and she and Harry flew back to number four Privet Drive where the Dursleys were still sleeping and life was better than normal.