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Myk: Thanks yet again. I know this is my story...and I can do anything I want with it...but I'll try to make it more realistic. Also, I'm making a condensed version of years 2 - 4 since most readers seem to want it that way.
Serry: Thanks for the review. I'll do what you said, just in some later chapter since it doesn't really fit in here.
Chapter 10: Memories Last Part: A Condensed 2 - 4 Year Hogwarts
"It was Harry Potter's twelfth birthday. The Dursleys, like usual, forgot all about it. Harry was left to do his usual set of chores. He looked despondently at his list:
Make beds
Wash windows
Dust house
Clean Dudley's room
Cook lunch
Cook dinner
Gather firewood [See below]
Wash dishes
Mow lawn
Weed garden
We have decided to have a normal fireplace now instead of an electric one, so you will need to gather firewood.
Harry sighed. He knew that the only reason that the Dursleys had gotten a change in fireplace was because they didn't want to raise their house's electricity bill, and since Harry could gather firewood for them, they were pretty much covered.
Then a thought reached Harry. He smirked. The Dursleys plan had one small flaw in it. He would be away at Hogwarts for the fall and winter, the seasons where the fireplace was needed most, even though the house had a heater. Harry sighed again and began his work.
It was about two o'clock when he finished his chores for the day. Uncle Vernon walked in, looking important and, hopefully, imposing, although Harry thought he looked like a vulnerable medium-sized blue whale. He had read the the tongue of the blue whale alone weighed seven times the weight of an African Elephant. Harry didn't know how a creature that size could not look imposing, but looking at Uncle Vernon just once made it seem all so clear. Fat people just couldn't move around as fast. [A.N.: I'm not biased against weight, etc., but if you lived with someone like Uncle Vernon, your bound to be biased against anyone with even one trait of Uncle Vernon's.], and they had soft bellies that would easily attacked.
The reason that Uncle Vernon was trying to look imposing was because of," Harry stopped at this point from telling the story. The story of his first year was long enough. And now he had finally begun on his second year. Harry's throat felt on fire, and the hot weather was also having an effect on him, so he retrieved two beverages from the cooler in the back seat of Mike's car (Mike always carried those sort of things for what he called 'emergencies'.) and handed one to Mike. Harry took a long swig from his beverage, which Harry noticed was a common Muggle drink called Coca-Cola. It burned his mouth a little, but it wasn't that bad and it sure quenched his thirst.
Mike was quickly getting impatient with the length of time this story was taking. Harry had just told him that he had been talking for two straight hours and that this was the 'condensed version' of his story. Seeing no way to finish the story quicker instead to ask, Mike asked tentatively,"Could you condense the story a lot more. I mean, I believe you and everything, since even the best liar couldn't come up with a story like that that fits everything we've found about your life, but its already been two hours and, well, quite frankly, we've gotta go back soon."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "You've been researching on my life," he asked suspiciously.
"Well, yeah," Mike said. "What else did you think I was on the computer for? Breaking into Iraq's intelligence agency?"
Mike looked guilty and Harry stared at him. "OK," he finally said. "I was breaking into the Irag intellignce agency computer mainframe. But you still haven't answered my question."
The expression on Harry's face softened. "Oh, alright," he said. "All this talking is making me uncomfortable too. Now, for the super condensed version:
Well, the Dursleys were treating me horribly, and Ron Weasley actually had to rescue me out of my own room, for there were bars around it as soon as the Dursleys had found out that I wasn't allowed to do magic during the summer as an underage wizard. They found out because Dobby, the Malfoy's house elf, told them so. After getting rescued, I spent the rest of the summer at the Burrow," and seeing the confused look on Mike's face, continued,"It's where the Weasleys live. They call it the burrow. Anyway, afterwards, we go to Hogwarts for our second year. Funny thing was, we couldn't get through the barrier to Platform Nine and Three Quarters. We didn't even think about sending an owl, since the Weasleys came in a car that was enchanted to fly. Ron and I just jumped in and revved up the engine. We flew up into the clouds to try to avoid the Muggles since the car's Invisibility Booster was faulty. Following the train, they reached Hogwarts, where they were almost expelled because seven Muggles saw them.
The days passed almost uneventfully for awhile. Then, during the middle of the school year, there were attacks on students from all directions. Everyone attacked, including Nearly Headless Nick, turned into stone; they were petrified. For awhile, almost everyone believed that it was me who was attacking everyone, since I was always found a the crime scene. But then they realized their mistake when Hermione Granger was attacked. By then, I had learned that I was a Parseltongue, someone who could talk to snakes. Ron and I found that Hermione was clutching a piece of paper before she was petrified. We managed to tug it out without ripping it.
Hermione had discovered that the monster attacking everyone was from Slytherin's secret chamber and was a basilisk, the king of serpents. These dangerous creatures could only be controlled by a Parseltongue, and could live for hundreds of years. They were hatched from a chickens egg beneath a toad. Anyone staring at the beam of its eye would die instantly, and the basilisk was also incredibly venomous. Ron and I discovered the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets and rescued Ginny Weasley, who did all of those things when she was controlled by Tom Marvolo Riddle. Rearranging the letters around, you would get 'I am Lord Voldemort.'
The summer was again bad at the Dursleys. I was cleaning the dishes one night when he heard the television in the other room blare out the news.
Sirius Black, a convicted murderer, had escaped from jail. He is on the run. Be on the lookout for him
For some reason, I felt attached to that report. I shrugged it off, thinking about madmen and serial killers.
Finally, I was going back to Hogwarts for my third year there. I met up with Ron and Hermione at the station. I caught up with everything happening in the wizarding world, about Sirius Black, who was actually a wizard and had escaped the dreaded fortress of Azkaban.
I learned many things about Sirius Black. I learned that he was my godfather, that he betrayed my mother and father. But what I learned was wrong. He did nothing of the sort. Near the end of my school year, I discovered the truth, the Sirius, or Padfoot, was actually completely innocent, that his being trapped in Azkaban for thirteen years was for no reason. The real traitor was Wormtail, or better known as the dead and brave Peter Pettigrew.
I had helped Sirius escape from the clutches of Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic. He had flown away on the the back of a Hippogriff, Buckbeak.
Then, it was my fourth year. This year, I was most shocked to find that there was no Quidditch, but a tournament that hadn't been held in a hundred years, the Triwizard Tournament. In this tournament, each of three magical schools, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang would send in candidates and an impartial judge, the Goblet of Fire, would decide the child most worthy of being the champion of his/her school. All was going well. Fleur Delacour was chosen to be the Beauxbaton champion, Viktor Krum was the Durmstrang champion, Cedric Diggory was the Hogwarts champion, when all of a sudden, something went terribly wrong. The Goblet of Fire had been hoodwinked, and it produced my name for a fourth, nonexisting school. I was forced to compete though, because of a binding magical contract Dumbledore had been talking about.
Harry and the other three champions had to complete three almost impossible tasks with no help at all, although all of them cheated a bit. The first task was to steal a golden egg from a dragon armed only with your wand. The second task was to retrieve a person from the bottom of a lake. I fared well in those two tasks. The third task was to make it through a maze filled with dangerous creatures and mystical enchantments. Harry and Cedric both got to the cup at the same time. We decided to take it at the same time. The cup was actually a portkey, and it transported us to a graveyard, where Cedric was killed, and I witnessed the rebirth of Lord Voldemort. I was lucky that I made it out alive.
And that's the whole story."
Harry paused, waiting for Mike's reaction. "Whoa," he said. "So does that mean that I'm a wizard too? With all that plate levitation and stuff."
"Yes," Harry replied. "A very special one, just like me. You can also talk to snakes. You are also a Parseltongue."
Mike sat there, looking stunned.
Well, that's all for this chapter. Finally! Now I can start weaving my own story. Thanks for the reviews!