The End of Carpe Diem (almost!)
Prologue
Author's note: Some themes may be unsuitable for children under (hmm.) 10. I actually wrote fan fic! Everyone and tell me if I need to spice it up with something.by the way, peruse means to examine closely. Disclaimer: Harry nor his buddies and enemies and everything in between are mine. As usual, they're all JKR's.
Harry yelled. Well, almost. For in his very own bedroom in the Dursley's stood Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry who had just broken the most important law of the wizarding world by Apparating straight into a Muggle house. Then, Harry noticed something was wrong. Dumbledore's face was ashen and his lips set in a very, very thin line. An unnerving smile was shown on his face. Anyone who was anyone knew that something bad was going to happen. In this case, it was something that would force the wizarding world to unite once more with Muggles in an all out battle against evil. Something that would turn Harry's world upside-down.
It was the end of Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts and he was sitting in the backseat of the Dursley's car. Not the place he wanted to be. After the terrifying experience at the Triwizard Tournament, he wanted to be with Ron and Hermione at the Burrow. But Dumbledore had been firm and said it would be safer for Harry to stay in a place rid of Voldemort's evil deeds. Not that he said Voldemort would keep away for long. So for now Harry was condemned to lugging his suitcase up the stairs to his room. The Dursley's had simply told him to get what he wanted from the kitchen and stay away from them. They had been very scared after Harry had come to them looking like a zombie. None of them wanted a wizard to come and burn their house to cinders. Especially Sirius. All Harry really needed was a good night's sleep, something which had been eluding him ever since Cedric's death. His continuous nightmare. Every night had been torture without the dreamless sleep potion. At Hogwarts he had been able to cover it up with vanity charms from everyone except the professors and Hermione. Though he desperately wanted to tell Sirius and Ron, he knew that he didn't want to add to their worries about him. After all, they had done so much for him. Harry wished that Hermione didn't know either but he didn't want to put a memory charm on one of his best friends. Suddenly, an impatient tapping came from his window. Hedwig was back! In her beak was a dead rat but tied to her leg was a rather attractive looking but bulky note. Impatiently, Harry took the note off of Hedwig's leg. Ripping off the envelope he saw the Hogwarts seal. The note said: Dear Mr. Potter. We have noticed your lack of rest in the past week. We teachers feel that we should do something to help. In light of present situations, we have enclosed some long overdue dreamless sleeping potion. All of us hope that this will help your current situation. Sincerely, Hogwarts Professors
And that's when Albus Dumbledore showed up.
"Harry, hand me that letter please," Dumbledore calmly asked. Harry did as he was told. "Ah, how sly of them." "What is it professor?" a curious Harry asked. "Look here Harry," and with a tap of a wand turned the former Hogwarts insignia into a Dark Mark. " A simple piece of Transfiguration. And look!" With that the whole envelope sizzled away leaving the potion vial and a confused Harry with a more confusing letter in sight. "Harry, Death Eaters sent this to you hoping you would drink the potion. Contained is a deadly potion by the name of perenius sereniol, or more commonly known as the "Peruse Death". Before dying, you will be tortured in every way possible while being watched by Voldemort. One drinks a potion of visual perception, the other drinks to death. This way, Voldemort won't need to set one finger on you until your dead. You must not drink the contents of that vial Harry for your death proclaims the end of the world." With this, Dumbledore handed Harry a ballpoint pen. "Take this Portkey. It will take you to." Dumbledore couldn't even finish his sentence when Harry felt the familiar jerk at his navel and a swirling motion consume him.
Prologue
Author's note: Some themes may be unsuitable for children under (hmm.) 10. I actually wrote fan fic! Everyone and tell me if I need to spice it up with something.by the way, peruse means to examine closely. Disclaimer: Harry nor his buddies and enemies and everything in between are mine. As usual, they're all JKR's.
Harry yelled. Well, almost. For in his very own bedroom in the Dursley's stood Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry who had just broken the most important law of the wizarding world by Apparating straight into a Muggle house. Then, Harry noticed something was wrong. Dumbledore's face was ashen and his lips set in a very, very thin line. An unnerving smile was shown on his face. Anyone who was anyone knew that something bad was going to happen. In this case, it was something that would force the wizarding world to unite once more with Muggles in an all out battle against evil. Something that would turn Harry's world upside-down.
It was the end of Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts and he was sitting in the backseat of the Dursley's car. Not the place he wanted to be. After the terrifying experience at the Triwizard Tournament, he wanted to be with Ron and Hermione at the Burrow. But Dumbledore had been firm and said it would be safer for Harry to stay in a place rid of Voldemort's evil deeds. Not that he said Voldemort would keep away for long. So for now Harry was condemned to lugging his suitcase up the stairs to his room. The Dursley's had simply told him to get what he wanted from the kitchen and stay away from them. They had been very scared after Harry had come to them looking like a zombie. None of them wanted a wizard to come and burn their house to cinders. Especially Sirius. All Harry really needed was a good night's sleep, something which had been eluding him ever since Cedric's death. His continuous nightmare. Every night had been torture without the dreamless sleep potion. At Hogwarts he had been able to cover it up with vanity charms from everyone except the professors and Hermione. Though he desperately wanted to tell Sirius and Ron, he knew that he didn't want to add to their worries about him. After all, they had done so much for him. Harry wished that Hermione didn't know either but he didn't want to put a memory charm on one of his best friends. Suddenly, an impatient tapping came from his window. Hedwig was back! In her beak was a dead rat but tied to her leg was a rather attractive looking but bulky note. Impatiently, Harry took the note off of Hedwig's leg. Ripping off the envelope he saw the Hogwarts seal. The note said: Dear Mr. Potter. We have noticed your lack of rest in the past week. We teachers feel that we should do something to help. In light of present situations, we have enclosed some long overdue dreamless sleeping potion. All of us hope that this will help your current situation. Sincerely, Hogwarts Professors
And that's when Albus Dumbledore showed up.
"Harry, hand me that letter please," Dumbledore calmly asked. Harry did as he was told. "Ah, how sly of them." "What is it professor?" a curious Harry asked. "Look here Harry," and with a tap of a wand turned the former Hogwarts insignia into a Dark Mark. " A simple piece of Transfiguration. And look!" With that the whole envelope sizzled away leaving the potion vial and a confused Harry with a more confusing letter in sight. "Harry, Death Eaters sent this to you hoping you would drink the potion. Contained is a deadly potion by the name of perenius sereniol, or more commonly known as the "Peruse Death". Before dying, you will be tortured in every way possible while being watched by Voldemort. One drinks a potion of visual perception, the other drinks to death. This way, Voldemort won't need to set one finger on you until your dead. You must not drink the contents of that vial Harry for your death proclaims the end of the world." With this, Dumbledore handed Harry a ballpoint pen. "Take this Portkey. It will take you to." Dumbledore couldn't even finish his sentence when Harry felt the familiar jerk at his navel and a swirling motion consume him.