Harry Potter and the Obsidian Tome
First, this is the third story of a trilogy. I would STRONGLY recommend you read the other two stories first. If you don't, almost none of this story will make sense. I just know that I'm going to get flames from people who start reading the story and say something like, "WHAT? VOLDEMORT IS IN WHOSE BODY?"
Argh.
Story 1 (5th year) : Harry Potter and the Two Draughts
Story 2 (6th year) : Harry Potter and the Possessions of Voldemort
To get to these stories, click the 'Kevin' link at the top of the page. You can find the stories under the 'Stories Written' tab.
Also, I am going to try to finish by 12/21. No promises, though.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Please don't sue.
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Harry lied down on his bed, back at 4 Privet Drive for hopefully the last summer ever. It wasn't time to go to sleep, and he wasn't particularly tired, either. He was just extremely bored. The first thing he did when he got back is to create a chart of exactly how many days to September 1st, the day he'd be able to leave the Dursleys forever.
Harry finally decided he should start up the trading pact with Dudley. In exchange for a mini-catapult to hurl water balloons, Harry held in his hand a borrowed copy of 'The Music of Glenn Miller' in his hands.
However, after he finished the first song and began playing along with the second, he heard a yell from downstairs. "HARRY!" boomed Uncle Vernon's voice. Harry sighed, put down his trumpet, and went downstairs to see what Vernon wanted.
"Harry, we are going to take Dudley to driving class. You had better not blow the house up, or worse, otherwise you'll have regretted the day you were born!"
Harry went back into his room, sniggering. Personally, he couldn't imagine a car that would accommodate Dudley, but his insistence on being able to drive at least got the Dursleys out of the house once in awhile.
Harry watched them leave from his window, and took off the Mutus spell on his room. He didn't know why, but playing the trumpet with the muting spell on made it different somehow, as if it were less real. However, Harry was interrupted again after a few songs by a soft tap on his window.
Harry turned around, expecting to see Hedwig back from delivering his letter from Ginny. However, Hedwig was nowhere in sight. Harry wondered what made the tapping sound, when it happened again. Harry caught glimpse of something hitting the window.
Harry ran over and looked outside. Two kids, about two to three years younger than him, were outside. One was a short guy with short blond-brown hair, which strongly reminded Harry of someone, although he couldn't place who. The other was a girl with curly hair the same color, standing a little shorter than the boy. Harry opened the window, and was rewarded by a pebble hitting him in the forehead next to his scar. "OW!" Harry yelped.
"Sorry about that," stammered the guy.
Harry rubbed his forehead and asked, "What are you two doing?"
The girl called out, "We heard you playing the trumpet – you're not too bad! Can you come outside?"
Harry nodded excitedly. He quickly put his trumpet away and ran outside. My first muggle friends! Harry thought, my first friends that don't know I'm a wizard, or that I'm famous. Harry didn't know why he thought this an important distinction.
As soon as he shut the door, the girl loudly said, "Hi! My name is Carol, and this is my brother Steven."
Harry smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Harry."
Steven asked, "How long have you been playing trumpet?"
"About a year," Harry replied.
Steven looked amazed at this and said, "You know, I used to play piano, but I gave it up ages ago. And my brother played as well, but he was far better than me. He had to give it up too when he went to school."
Carol shot Steven a nasty glare and Harry thought he heard her whisper, "Shut up!"
Harry was intrigued and asked, "Where does your brother go to school?"
At Harry's question, both Steven and Carol looked a little lost. After several long seconds, Carol said, "Er, Allen University."
Harry grew puzzled. He had never heard of Allen University, and Uncle Vernon had talked of almost nothing else this summer besides what prestigious higher education institute to send Dudley to. Harry was about to ask where it was when Carol changed the subject, "Harry, Steven and I were going to play soccer over at the field with some friends. Do you want to come?"
Harry nervously nodded. While of course he wanted to go with them, Harry wondered what Vernon would do to him when he found that his nephew had left the house empty.
"Well, what experience do you have playing soccer?" Steven asked as they walked onto the field.
Harry admitted, "Er, I've never played before."
Carol said, "That's ok. Tell you what, you stand there." She pointed at a net held up by a rectangular set of poles. "Your job," she instructed, "is to make sure that the ball doesn't get into the goal."
Harry said, "Oh. I'm the keeper!"
Steven looked at him oddly and said, "Er, yes."
As the game progressed, Harry was ready to tell Dean Thomas off when he got back to Hogwarts. This game had absolutely nothing on Quidditch! Carol and Steven were looking at Harry with what looked like pity. Personally, he understood why, since he had only been able to block one shot, and their team was losing 2-17.
Harry watched with apprehension as two of the other team streaked towards him with the ball again. That's it! I'm going to block this! I'm going to block this! Harry thought fiercely. Harry watched in slow motion as the kick was made and he dived to reach it. He growled in frustration as he watched the ball slowly pass by his outstretched arms, when something amazing happened. The ball seemed to be deflected to the side, but he knew hadn't reached it. Uh oh, Harry though, I hope nobody noticed that. Maybe I should quit before I do any more accidental magic.
"HEY!" screamed the kicker, "He cheated! I don't know how, but he cheated!"
Steven quickly came up beside Harry and said, "Don't be ridiculous, Mac! If Harry were cheating, you wouldn't be winning by 15 goals! Besides, how could he cheat?"
Mac didn't seem to give up and said loudly, "I don't know, but he somehow blocked the shot without touching it."
At these words, a lot of the players started laughing. "I'm telling the truth!" screamed Mac.
"Maybe I should go," whispered Harry, while mentally chiding himself for momentarily losing control and almost giving himself away.
Steven nodded, and added, "I'll see you later, Mac. Er, my sister and I have to get back."
Carol bounded up to the two of them and they left the field.
"Maybe we should get some ice cream?" suggested Carol.
Harry sadly said, "No, I didn't bring any money. Besides, I have to get back anyway. My uncle's going to kill me."
Harry said goodbye to Carol and Steven as he entered 4 Privet Drive. He hesitantly opened the front door to find Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon staring at him from the couch.
"Where, boy, where you at?" yelled Vernon.
Harry quietly replied, "I was playing soccer with some friends I just met." At this, Vernon and Petunia both erupted into laughter.
"Friends?" Vernon wheezed, "As if you could get a friend that was normal and not a freak like you!" Harry stayed silent, knowing the matter was certainly not over. After Vernon managed to stop laughing, his mood abruptly turned dark again and proceeded to lecture Harry. 15 minutes later, Harry sighed as Vernon ordered him up to his room. Harry crossed off one more mark off his chart. Only 72 left…
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Since it's a peeve of mine when people post a story that only has a very brief opening, I'm going to post a second chapter before I get any feedback. If anyone minds, they can talk with Ariel :)
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