Dying to Live
Chapter one: The New Pet
Disclaimer: I still don't get why they make us put these, I mean it's
pretty obvious I don't own this stuff. It all belongs to the Goddess J.K.
Rowling.
A/N: I know. The beginning really bad and pointless, but it will get
better. I promise. I have several pretty good ideas in my head but none
of them are for the summer. Oh well. One more thing, REVIEW! REVIEW!
REVIEW! Thank you. Now you can read.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four Pivet Drive were very normal
indeed, thank you very much. Yes, well, we all know this story and now
Harry Potter is older now and knows his own story, too. Right now he is
in his small room in his aunt and uncle's house.
Harry had just had a nightmare. Normally, when someone has a
nightmare they would run into their parents' bedrooms and wake them
up. Harry however lived with his cruel muggle aunt and uncle. The
closest thing he could do was write to his godfather miles, even
hundreds of miles away. Though this may seem odd, Harry Potter
already knew he was odd, different, strange, and unusual.
Harry Potter was a boy who would be fifteen in a few days' time. Harry
had just finished his forth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry. Harry Potter was a wizard and so were his parents. His
parents were one of the greatest witches ever, but they had been
murdered. They were murdered by a wizard by the name of Voldemort.
Voldemort had been the most feared wizard for the longest time (most
witches and wizards still didn't call him by his name). Voldemort had
been after Lily and James Potter for a while, so they made a plan to try
to save their lives. The plan however failed when their friend, Peter
Pettigrew betrayed them and sold them to Voldemort. Voldemort killed
James and then Lily but because Lily sacrificed her life for Harry, when
Voldemort tried to kill Harry, the spell backfired and Voldemort fled.
Then Pettigrew killed thirteen people with a single curse and framed
Harry's Godfather, Sirius Black. Pettigrew got away and Sirius was
sent to Azkaban. Two years ago Sirius had escaped from Azkaban and
is currently on the run.
Harry decided not to write to Sirius. Even though he had promised to
write every time his scar hurt or he had a nightmare, the fact was that
he woke up with his scar hurting nearly every day. Hedwig had become
sick from flying so much and getting no sleep. Besides, he was
worrying Sirius too much. Harry was sure it was nothing, yet at the
same time he was positive it did.
Harry looked at the clock. It was 6:58. It was late enough to go
downstairs. He was about to open the door when he heard Uncle
Vernon's voice bellowing up the stairs,
"BOY! Get down here!"
Harry went down the stairs two at a time and entered the kitchen to
see Aunt Petunia getting her purse and heading to the door.
"We are going to go and get the dog now," Uncle Vernon said.
"We're getting a dog?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Said Aunt Petunia, "Dudley wants a dog for his Birthday so we're
getting a dog."
Of coarse, Harry thought, Dudley wants something for his Birthday, so
he gets it. What else is new?
"Dudley is going to baby-sit you while we're gone."
"Baby-sit me?" Harry asked in disbelief, "I'm almost fifteen."
"Right," Uncle Vernon, "but Dudley is already fifteen, so he's going to
baby-sit you, and you better be good for him and do exactly was he
tells you to or else."
Harry didn't want to know what "else" is.
"Right," Said Aunt Petunia, "We'll be leaving now. Dudley, make him do
anything you want him to do. Bye, Dudders."
"Bye," Dudley said as he closed the door behind them.
"Now," he said turning to Harry, "Here's a list of what you need to do
before they get back."
Harry groaned and looked at the list. It said:
1. Clean Dudley's bedroom.
2. Wash and dry the dishes.
3. Wash, fold and put away the laundry.
4. Cut the grass.
5. Water the flowers.
6. Make dinner.
7. Make dessert.
8. Paint the fence.
9. Vacuum the house.
10. Sweep the porch.
11. Wash the windows.
12. See Dudley for further chores.
"I have to do all of this," Harry said in disbelief, "by the time they get
back?"
"Correct. I'll be watching television," Dudley said.
"Great," Harry moaned as he headed to Dudley's room.
Two hours, fifty-seven minutes, and fifteen seconds later, (Harry had
nothing better to do than to count how long it took) Dudley was having
a hard time coming home with more chores, so Harry was free to go
back upstairs. Harry prayed that Hedwig would be back; it had already
been several weeks already.
Sure enough, when Harry walked into the bedroom, Hedwig was there
and completely worn out.
"Hedwig, what happened? Did you deliver the letter? "Harry asked.
Hedwig held out her leg and Harry saw a tattered piece of parchment
that he recognized as the letter he had written to Sirius.
"Oh no," Harry whispered, "You've never failed on finding him before.
What if he was caught?"
Harry was too busy worrying about to hear the door open and Uncle
Vernon yell. Harry only realized they were back when he heard a dog
bark.
Harry came down to the front door to see Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia,
Dudley and a large black dog...a large and familiar black dog.
"Where did you get the dog?" Harry asked.
"This fellow was selling purebred dogs and this one was the most
expensive dog we could find for Dudley. What was his name, Petunia?"
Uncle Vernon said.
"I think it was something Lupin." Aunt Petunia replied.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Remus Lupin. That's right." Said Uncle Vernon.
"What are you going to name it?" Asked Aunt Petunia.
"I think I'll name it Killer because I'm going to train it to kill." Dudley
replied.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Harry asked.
"It's a boy and stop asking so many questions." Uncle Vernon replied.
"Sirius?" Harry accidentally said aloud.
"Yes, he was serious when he said it was a boy," Said Aunt Petunia
eyeing him suspiciously.
For the rest of the day Harry tried as hard as he could to get a few
moments alone with the dog, but Dudley was playing with it too much
today. Harry just had to know if that dog was his godfather or not.
Don't worry Harry thought to himself he'll get sick of it soon enough.
* * *
"Don't forget, Dudley, Christine is coming over for dinner." Aunt Petunia
said to Dudley at lunch, which was a slice of bread and cheese.
"Who's Christine?" Harry asked, "or do I not want to know."
"It's really none of your business," Said Dudley, grinning evilly, "but
Christine is my girlfriend."
Harry snorted, "No, really, who is she?"
"Laugh all you want, but she really is, she loves dogs and she's
extremely pretty," Dudley said. Harry suddenly knew why Dudley
wanted a dog.
Harry coughed as he tried to cover his laughter as he mumbled,
"Compared to you he probably is."
"What was that?" asked Uncle Vernon who just walked in the room.
"Nothing," said Harry, innocently.
"You better not make any smart remarks while she's here or I'll-"
"Not the stuffing out of me, I know."
"Yes, we want to impress her, don't we?" said Uncle Vernon, "Wait a
second, what better way to impress her than a butler?" His eyes
flickered toward Harry.
"But I'm pretty sure you have to hire butlers months in advance-" said
Harry, but he was interrupted my Uncle Vernon.
"Oh I know where we can get one pretty quick."
"And why should I?"
"Because not only will I knock the stuffing out of you but-" He looked
around the room and pointed at "Killer." "Do you like that dog, boy?"
"I suppose," replied Harry.
"Well if you don't u and the dog are both gonna get it."
"Well I won't and you can't make me." Harry said not caring what the
consequences were.
"Well then," he said as he when to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled
out a large knife.
"Say good bye to your friend-"
"Dad, no" said Dudley, "Don't hurt him."
"No, I won't because he will give in. His kind can probably talk to
them."
"Fine, go ahead kill him."
"Don't think I won't." said Uncle Vernon as he turned around to the dog,
except there was no dog. Instead there was a filthy man whose hair
had come down to his shoulders. He was unshaven and his robes were
torn and in tatters.
"You're- you're a vampire," Dudley stuttered.
"Yes," the man said, sarcastically, "and I have come to suck you
blood."
The Dursley's however didn't pick up the sarcasm and decided it was
time to leave.
"Peatunia!" Uncle Vernon yelled at the top of his lungs, "We have to
leave, NOW!"
"What-" she said as she came downstairs and seeing the man she
shrieked and ran to the door. Uncle Vernon and Dudley followed. Harry
never saw Dudley move that fast.
Once they were gone the man said, "Hello, Harry. I'm not even gonna
ask how your summer was."
"Hello, Sirius." Harry replied as he gave him a hug, "How come
something bad always happens when I see you?"
"So you're saying getting rid of them was bad?"
"No, but they'll be back with the police-," Seeing Sirius's look, he
added, "Like the ministry of magic, only more fun,".
"Well, we can't stay here then." said Sirius, "You don't know any witch
or wizard that lives around here do you?"
"No, I don't know anyone around here period except Mrs. Figg down the
Street-" Harry said but was cut off by Sirius slapping his forehead.
"I forgot about Arabella." He said, "We can stay there."
"But-" yet he was cut off again.
"She's a which and she knows I'm innocent." He said heading for the
door."
"That's always a plus," Harry said to himself as he followed Sirius.
Chapter one: The New Pet
Disclaimer: I still don't get why they make us put these, I mean it's
pretty obvious I don't own this stuff. It all belongs to the Goddess J.K.
Rowling.
A/N: I know. The beginning really bad and pointless, but it will get
better. I promise. I have several pretty good ideas in my head but none
of them are for the summer. Oh well. One more thing, REVIEW! REVIEW!
REVIEW! Thank you. Now you can read.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four Pivet Drive were very normal
indeed, thank you very much. Yes, well, we all know this story and now
Harry Potter is older now and knows his own story, too. Right now he is
in his small room in his aunt and uncle's house.
Harry had just had a nightmare. Normally, when someone has a
nightmare they would run into their parents' bedrooms and wake them
up. Harry however lived with his cruel muggle aunt and uncle. The
closest thing he could do was write to his godfather miles, even
hundreds of miles away. Though this may seem odd, Harry Potter
already knew he was odd, different, strange, and unusual.
Harry Potter was a boy who would be fifteen in a few days' time. Harry
had just finished his forth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry. Harry Potter was a wizard and so were his parents. His
parents were one of the greatest witches ever, but they had been
murdered. They were murdered by a wizard by the name of Voldemort.
Voldemort had been the most feared wizard for the longest time (most
witches and wizards still didn't call him by his name). Voldemort had
been after Lily and James Potter for a while, so they made a plan to try
to save their lives. The plan however failed when their friend, Peter
Pettigrew betrayed them and sold them to Voldemort. Voldemort killed
James and then Lily but because Lily sacrificed her life for Harry, when
Voldemort tried to kill Harry, the spell backfired and Voldemort fled.
Then Pettigrew killed thirteen people with a single curse and framed
Harry's Godfather, Sirius Black. Pettigrew got away and Sirius was
sent to Azkaban. Two years ago Sirius had escaped from Azkaban and
is currently on the run.
Harry decided not to write to Sirius. Even though he had promised to
write every time his scar hurt or he had a nightmare, the fact was that
he woke up with his scar hurting nearly every day. Hedwig had become
sick from flying so much and getting no sleep. Besides, he was
worrying Sirius too much. Harry was sure it was nothing, yet at the
same time he was positive it did.
Harry looked at the clock. It was 6:58. It was late enough to go
downstairs. He was about to open the door when he heard Uncle
Vernon's voice bellowing up the stairs,
"BOY! Get down here!"
Harry went down the stairs two at a time and entered the kitchen to
see Aunt Petunia getting her purse and heading to the door.
"We are going to go and get the dog now," Uncle Vernon said.
"We're getting a dog?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Said Aunt Petunia, "Dudley wants a dog for his Birthday so we're
getting a dog."
Of coarse, Harry thought, Dudley wants something for his Birthday, so
he gets it. What else is new?
"Dudley is going to baby-sit you while we're gone."
"Baby-sit me?" Harry asked in disbelief, "I'm almost fifteen."
"Right," Uncle Vernon, "but Dudley is already fifteen, so he's going to
baby-sit you, and you better be good for him and do exactly was he
tells you to or else."
Harry didn't want to know what "else" is.
"Right," Said Aunt Petunia, "We'll be leaving now. Dudley, make him do
anything you want him to do. Bye, Dudders."
"Bye," Dudley said as he closed the door behind them.
"Now," he said turning to Harry, "Here's a list of what you need to do
before they get back."
Harry groaned and looked at the list. It said:
1. Clean Dudley's bedroom.
2. Wash and dry the dishes.
3. Wash, fold and put away the laundry.
4. Cut the grass.
5. Water the flowers.
6. Make dinner.
7. Make dessert.
8. Paint the fence.
9. Vacuum the house.
10. Sweep the porch.
11. Wash the windows.
12. See Dudley for further chores.
"I have to do all of this," Harry said in disbelief, "by the time they get
back?"
"Correct. I'll be watching television," Dudley said.
"Great," Harry moaned as he headed to Dudley's room.
Two hours, fifty-seven minutes, and fifteen seconds later, (Harry had
nothing better to do than to count how long it took) Dudley was having
a hard time coming home with more chores, so Harry was free to go
back upstairs. Harry prayed that Hedwig would be back; it had already
been several weeks already.
Sure enough, when Harry walked into the bedroom, Hedwig was there
and completely worn out.
"Hedwig, what happened? Did you deliver the letter? "Harry asked.
Hedwig held out her leg and Harry saw a tattered piece of parchment
that he recognized as the letter he had written to Sirius.
"Oh no," Harry whispered, "You've never failed on finding him before.
What if he was caught?"
Harry was too busy worrying about to hear the door open and Uncle
Vernon yell. Harry only realized they were back when he heard a dog
bark.
Harry came down to the front door to see Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia,
Dudley and a large black dog...a large and familiar black dog.
"Where did you get the dog?" Harry asked.
"This fellow was selling purebred dogs and this one was the most
expensive dog we could find for Dudley. What was his name, Petunia?"
Uncle Vernon said.
"I think it was something Lupin." Aunt Petunia replied.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Remus Lupin. That's right." Said Uncle Vernon.
"What are you going to name it?" Asked Aunt Petunia.
"I think I'll name it Killer because I'm going to train it to kill." Dudley
replied.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Harry asked.
"It's a boy and stop asking so many questions." Uncle Vernon replied.
"Sirius?" Harry accidentally said aloud.
"Yes, he was serious when he said it was a boy," Said Aunt Petunia
eyeing him suspiciously.
For the rest of the day Harry tried as hard as he could to get a few
moments alone with the dog, but Dudley was playing with it too much
today. Harry just had to know if that dog was his godfather or not.
Don't worry Harry thought to himself he'll get sick of it soon enough.
* * *
"Don't forget, Dudley, Christine is coming over for dinner." Aunt Petunia
said to Dudley at lunch, which was a slice of bread and cheese.
"Who's Christine?" Harry asked, "or do I not want to know."
"It's really none of your business," Said Dudley, grinning evilly, "but
Christine is my girlfriend."
Harry snorted, "No, really, who is she?"
"Laugh all you want, but she really is, she loves dogs and she's
extremely pretty," Dudley said. Harry suddenly knew why Dudley
wanted a dog.
Harry coughed as he tried to cover his laughter as he mumbled,
"Compared to you he probably is."
"What was that?" asked Uncle Vernon who just walked in the room.
"Nothing," said Harry, innocently.
"You better not make any smart remarks while she's here or I'll-"
"Not the stuffing out of me, I know."
"Yes, we want to impress her, don't we?" said Uncle Vernon, "Wait a
second, what better way to impress her than a butler?" His eyes
flickered toward Harry.
"But I'm pretty sure you have to hire butlers months in advance-" said
Harry, but he was interrupted my Uncle Vernon.
"Oh I know where we can get one pretty quick."
"And why should I?"
"Because not only will I knock the stuffing out of you but-" He looked
around the room and pointed at "Killer." "Do you like that dog, boy?"
"I suppose," replied Harry.
"Well if you don't u and the dog are both gonna get it."
"Well I won't and you can't make me." Harry said not caring what the
consequences were.
"Well then," he said as he when to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled
out a large knife.
"Say good bye to your friend-"
"Dad, no" said Dudley, "Don't hurt him."
"No, I won't because he will give in. His kind can probably talk to
them."
"Fine, go ahead kill him."
"Don't think I won't." said Uncle Vernon as he turned around to the dog,
except there was no dog. Instead there was a filthy man whose hair
had come down to his shoulders. He was unshaven and his robes were
torn and in tatters.
"You're- you're a vampire," Dudley stuttered.
"Yes," the man said, sarcastically, "and I have come to suck you
blood."
The Dursley's however didn't pick up the sarcasm and decided it was
time to leave.
"Peatunia!" Uncle Vernon yelled at the top of his lungs, "We have to
leave, NOW!"
"What-" she said as she came downstairs and seeing the man she
shrieked and ran to the door. Uncle Vernon and Dudley followed. Harry
never saw Dudley move that fast.
Once they were gone the man said, "Hello, Harry. I'm not even gonna
ask how your summer was."
"Hello, Sirius." Harry replied as he gave him a hug, "How come
something bad always happens when I see you?"
"So you're saying getting rid of them was bad?"
"No, but they'll be back with the police-," Seeing Sirius's look, he
added, "Like the ministry of magic, only more fun,".
"Well, we can't stay here then." said Sirius, "You don't know any witch
or wizard that lives around here do you?"
"No, I don't know anyone around here period except Mrs. Figg down the
Street-" Harry said but was cut off by Sirius slapping his forehead.
"I forgot about Arabella." He said, "We can stay there."
"But-" yet he was cut off again.
"She's a which and she knows I'm innocent." He said heading for the
door."
"That's always a plus," Harry said to himself as he followed Sirius.