Harry Potter and the Test of Time
Chapter one - Normal Beginnings
Droplets of Mercury everywhere around England begged and pleaded with the sun in the hopes that it would leave, but it didn't. So as the sun baked the world below it the people and animals tried to hide from it. If one were to look down any street they would see it void of people, well all except Privet Drive. Down the street outside of number four Privet Drive sat a boy hunched over flowerbed. He had raven black hair that gave the appearance that he had just awoken, upon his head feeling like a dark flame was on his head crisping it. If one looked close enough one could see the boy's somewhat distant, dazzling green eyes hidden behind a pair of black thick rimmed glasses. There was also something else about this boy that one could see, his scar. Upon his dirt and sweat smothered forehead there rested a thin but vivid lighting shaped scar.
"Harry!" Screeched a shrill voice from the front door. "Hurry it up you've still got the back yard to do as well before lunch!"
The boy named Harry Potter leaned back on his feet and glared at his aunt before hunching back over the flowerbed. He wouldn't try to rush his work because that's what he did the day before and here he was re-weeding the flowerbeds. He knew that taking his time would cost him his lunch but he was growing used to having meals withheld form him again. Somehow he knew that missing lunch and doing the job right would be better then what would happen if he did the job wrong again.
Harry took another look at the flowerbed searching for any hidden weeds and then moved onto the back yard. His aunt and uncle weren't usually quite this cruel but he knew that all this extra work had something to do with the threat his godfather made on then the summer before. You see by the Dursley's standards Harry wasn't normal and many of you man think the same. Harry Potter is a wizard.
Harry Potter was a pivotal part of the wizarding world or at least everyone made it seem like he was ever since he was a year old. Why you ask? Well I'll explain. Harry was a year old and it was Halloween night when the dark lord, Lord Voldemort, attacked his parents. His father, James Potter, sent Lily and Harry upstairs to hide while he tried to hold off Voldemort. But it was all in vain, James Potter died. Voldemort found Lily and Harry in the nursery, ha had no reason to kill Lily and was willing to let her go if she gave him Harry. But a mother's love is strong and Lily Potter died trying to save her son. Voldemort then turned to helpless little Harry and threw the killing curse at him only to have it deflect back to himself. Harry survived with his lighting shaped scar and Voldemort was left barely alive. Harry was then forced to live with his only living relatives, the Dursley's, who happened to be muggles and hated anything that had to do with magic. So for ten years Harry lived secluded from his world of magic and fame until he was accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry was to start his sixth year at Hogwarts in September. He wasn't really sure if he was looking forward to the new year or not. Harry hadn't faced the dark lord in his fifth year, which meant he would most likely face him this year. You see ever since Harry attended Hogwarts and learned his true identity he's had to deal with the dark lord.
In his first year Harry had to keep Voldemort from getting the Sorcerer's Stone and regaining power. In his second year he had to fight a Basilisk and a preserved memory of 16-year-old Voldemort from purging the school of himself and it's muggle born population. His third year he was led to believe the Voldemort's right hand man had escaped Azkaban to get him but it turned out that Sirius Black was innocent and Harry's godfather. His fourth year was the worst encounter with Voldemort so far, Harry was witness, and helpful, to Voldemort regaining a body and returning to power. In his fifth year Harry had seen Voldemort but Harry wasn't the one Voldemort was after, instead he was after twins, but Harry had no idea what that was about.
There was another reason why Harry wasn't as excited as usual to be going back to Hogwarts this year and it went by the names Olivia and Constanza. The two girls had transferred to Hogwarts from America the year before. Olivia was in Gryffindor with Harry, Ron and Hermione, Constanza was in Slytherin. But Olivia insisted on being her friend and soon enough all the other Gryffindor's became her friends as well. Both girls were good friends with Harry by the last term of school, which made the events at the end of the year even more upsetting for him.
Toward the end of the year Olivia and Constanza supposedly battled with the dark lord himself, no one really knew because no one else was there. It was unsure of what exactly happened but in the end both girls and Voldemort had disappeared. Most people believed that they had destroyed each other at the same time because they had detected the use of the killing curse. But the only problem was that there was only one detected curse, which meant that only one side had shot the curse. Harry knew better then to believe that they had destroyed each other, he knew first hand that it took a lot more then one curse to kill Voldemort. He also knew that no one had faced the dark lord and lived to tell about it, well no one except himself.
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When Harry was finally allowed to retreat to his bedroom he was grateful and flopped back onto his one size to small bed. Harry had grown over the last year and his feet now hung over the end of the bed even when his head was up against the other end. As he lay there beautiful thoughts of sleep flooded his mind but as much as he didn't want to he pushed them aside.
Once again Harry had been weighed down with summer work. The Dursley's had once again tried to lock up all of Harry's stuff in the cupboard under the stairs, but gave in when Harry threatened to write his godfather, who the Dursley's still thought was a convicted murderer. But even though Harry had his stuff it had to be kept out of sight of the Dursley's and Aunt Petunia kept him so busy that he had to save all of his school work for late at night.
So while pushing away his thoughts of sleep he grabbed some books and parchment to write his most boring but certainly not the longest essay. Yes the essay for History of Magic was once again the most boring but Snape had once again claimed the longest essay to be written, four rolls of parchment on the side effects of strength potions.
Harry had just started his essay when a welcomed distraction flew through the open window. Harry couldn't help but smile when Pig came bouncing in his window hopping around obviously proud that he had completed his mission. Harry was only too happy to leave hi half started essay to relieve the owl of its burden. Once the letter was off Pig's leg Harry quickly ripped it open to read it.
Dear Harry,
How are you mate? Hope the muggles are treating you well. Anyway mum's been negotiating (Don't let 'Mione know that I know that word she'll never leave me alone!) with Dumbledore to get him to let you stay with us for the rest of the summer. I think she might be close to wearing him down. Fred and George are causing even more trouble then normal. I believe that sales of their stuff gave them more money to experiment with. They're driving mum and Percy mad! Oh well I'd better be off before mum yells at me for being idle.
RON
P.S. – I overheard dad talking to mum earlier it looks like they still haven't figured out what happened to Constanza and Olivia. I do hope that they're all right in the end.
Harry sighed as he finished the letter; he had hoped that they would have discovered something by now about the girl. Ha also hoped that they were alright but at the moment that option didn't seem so believable. Harry wrote a quick response t Ron's letter before deciding that his essay could wait until tomorrow night and crawling into bed. But sleep was still troublesome for Harry, for although he no longer dreamt of his parent's death and the death of Cedric, he now dreamt of the horrors Olivia and Constanza could have been subjected to.
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Meagan Fireoza raced quickly through the suburban streets. She knew she was defying the orders of her elders but she had a hunch and she needed to follow it. They'd yet to find any leads in England and she was impatient to just sit around and not do anything. She just hoped that her idea wasn't a dud.
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Well here I am true to my word the sequel has begun. And how nice of me to start it off with a little cliffy! I know this is short but it's really just re-entry if you hadn't already noticed. ENJOY!
~Autumn