Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. This all belongs to J.K. Rowling. She is a genius and I hope that she doesn't sue me for writing this little fan fic. Harry Potter belongs to her, the movie company, her book company and any other. I am just their mere servant and to write this is for fun. No money is being made from this.
Thank You for the reviews I got for the first chapter.
Ent- I will update very often. I unfortunately suffer from insomnia, so I do not sleep much. So I should be able to get it out fairly fast.
Feh!- You are right. I was debating to myself whether or not to name the story that. I have taken you advice and changed the name of the story.
I was unable to edit the first chapter's title. Even though it says Order Of The Phoenix, it is not called that anymore. Again I apologize for that. On with chapter 2.
HARRY POTTER AND THE STAFF OF POWER
Chapter 2: The Scar
It was now three weeks into his summer vacation from Hogwarts. As Harry fell asleep the previous night, he wished that he could magically make time fast forward and wake up on September 1. He thought about this more than he would like. He would be back with his friends and be at the only home he had ever known, Hogwarts.
It was hard to sleep in his cupboard. It was so small and cramped. He had even wondered how he ever slept in here. But he is much bigger now and was much smaller then. Regardless, the cupboard could barely hold a dog, let alone a human being. It was pitch black in the cupboard except for the grate that was allowing him to have a little air. He put his face up to the grate to get a little more air to get rid of the headache he had awoken with.
Harry nearly forgot about what happened the previous night. As he went to put his hands to his temples, the dry blood scrapped from his forehead onto his shirt. He made his hands scrap all of the dry blood off his head so that it was just his scar that had a thin layer of blood scabbing on it. Why had his scar bled? It had never bled before. It had only given him the most pain he had ever experienced in his life, but it never bled. Cursed scar were not supposed to bleed. Hermione had given him that little piece of knowledge over her letters which she had sent him last week. He had asked her if there was a way that he could use his scar to find out where Voldemort was hiding. Hermione had little answers to give him, just that his scar would tell him id Voldemort was near. Harry already knew that. That was the one thing in his life that he was certain about. When his scar burned, Voldemort was near or about to do something horrible.
The sound of jumping on the stairs mixed in with the dust that fell from the ceiling of his cupboard could only mean one thing. Dudley was awake and bent on making his day a living hell. Quickly after Dudley had jumped on the stairs, Harry was awaked by the usual.
Every morning Aunt Petunia would make Harry get up from his sleep and go downstairs to cook breakfast for Uncle Vernon before he went to work. Since he was downstairs, at least he wouldn't risk falling down the stairs due to being so tired. Uncle Vernon had gained a lot of weight over Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts. He now almost rivaled Dudley for the title of the heaviest Dursleys. Harry smiled at the even thought of the two Dursleys men accepting their awards for the fattest father and son in all of Europe. The winning prize would be a giant twenty pound cheese wheel. He imagined that he had put a spell on it to make it roll down the street causing Dudley and Uncle Vernon to chase after it. Harry smiled, but before he could finish the thought someone barged into his cupboard.
"What is so funny boy?" a low woman's voice asked.
"Oh, um, nothing." Replied Harry.
Aunt Petunia gave him a hatred look.
"Fine then, hurry up and get out here to make us breakfast."
Harry could do nothing but to nod his head and quickly get out of the cupboard to avoid the consequences.
He got out the pots and pans and raided the fridge to get what he needed to make for breakfast. The Dursleys were quite used to bacon, eggs and toast for breakfast almost everyday, except for Dudley. He was still upset that he had to stay on a diet for the entire summer.
"Dudders, I am sorry, but you have to stay on your diet. Five days a week you have to eat right, but those two days you can eat whatever you would like." Said Aunt Petunia.
Quickly looking excited about the two days a week he could pig out, his mood turn disappointed when Uncle Vernon had given him two oranges to eat. The thought that five days a week Dudley would eat as much as he made Harry smile for the second time. He usually never smiled while staying the summer at the Dursleys. There was nothing to smile about. They had been horrible and mistreated him his whole life. Not only that, but they never even told him why until he was eleven.
Harry quickly finished breakfast and served it to Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. As he set the plates of eggs, bacon and toast on the table, Uncle Vernon looked the boy up and down and opened his mouth.
"Look at you boy, you are a mess. Go into the bathroom and wash yourself off. Even a worthless animal would at least clean himself off when he was about to eat."
"But Uncle Vernon, I was going to clean up after I ate, I am really hungry this morning." Harry said looking like a lost puppy hoping that Uncle Vernon would let him eat.
Uncle Vernon had not bought this act of Harry's and stood up and pointed his finger at the boy.
"Do not talk back to me boy. Do you really want to spend the rest of your summer in that cupboard? By the way you are acting; you might very well find yourself in there with no food or water. Now do as I say and go clean yourself off. NOW!" spat Uncle Vernon.
There was nothing that Harry could do but obey the orders that Uncle Vernon said. He hated the Dursleys, no wait, hate is not the word. He despised them. Even thought they were his only blood family, he would rather not even know them.
It was at this that he thought back to his godfather. He has that brief moment back in his third year when he thought he would be leaving these horrible muggles forever and to live with his godfather. But it did not end up that way. Nothing in his life ever ended the way he wanted them to. All he wanted was to live a normal life with his godfather. Unfortunately his godfather had to run for his life for a crime that he did not commit. He always had to be watching his back in case someone had seen him.
That reminded Harry, he had not gotten a letter from his godfather in a long time. He probably just thought that he was so involved with his mission, that he had not had enough time to write to him.
After cleaning himself in the bathroom, Harry returned to the kitchen to eat his breakfast. When he got to the table, he felt a fire on anger come back to him.
When he got to this plate, all of his food was gone except for one piece of toast and a half of a slice of bacon.
Harry got up from his chair. "What happened to my food?"
"Calm down, Dudley wasn't full from his breakfast so since you weren't here, he decided that you weren't hungry either and took your helping." Said Aunt Petunia.
"What! How could you possibly let him do that? I told you that I was hungry before I went to clean myself up. Now what do I have to eat, nothing. It's not like he couldn't afford to skip a couple of meals."
At the end of Harry's reply, Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry's hair and sent him flying into the cabinets under the kitchen counter.
Harry got to his feet not full on rage. Before he could get to this feet, but scar burned almost as much as it did when he was at the graveyard no more than three weeks ago. The last thing he could remember was looking at the Dursleys give him a strange look as he fell to the ground.
When he woke up he was again not in the kitchen. He was having another vision. He was in the same room as before, but this time there was only one man in sight. The same man that gave Harry his nightmares and the scar shaped like a lightning bolt on his forehead. Suddenly he turned around scaring Harry and opened his mouth.
"Feeling a little hungry, are we Harry?" said the snake-like voice.
The next second all Harry could hear was the laughing of Voldemort as the laughs echoed the empty room and made there was around Harry, who couldn't keep his hands off his ears.
Then Harry woke up back on the kitchen floor with someone hitting him and yelling for his to stop screaming.
"Wake up boy, stop your screaming." Yelled Uncle Vernon.
"I was screaming?"
"Yes boy. You were screaming and gripping the scar on your forehead."
"Maybe he was soooo hungry that he thought he could scare us into giving him some." Said Dudley.
"Shut up Dudley, I'm going to…"
Before Harry could get out the words, Uncle Vernon pulled him up.
"I will not have you talking to my son like that."
"Why? Even if he deserved it?" replied Harry.
"Why..you..little….monster…" was all Uncle Vernon could get out.
Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry by the hair as he was dragging him to his cupboard under the stairs. Harry was screaming at him to let him go. His attempts to pull his Uncle's hands off this hair failed.
"No, please. Not in there." Pleaded Harry.
But this didn't do any good as Uncle Vernon had thrown him in his cupboard and locked it.
Frantic to find something that would persuade his uncle from leaving him in the cupboard. Harry spat out the first thought that came to his mind.
"Wait……I will tell my godfather about this…he would not like to see me get upset while I was staying here. You would not like to see what he will do to you if he thinks that I am being mistreated."
Uncle Vernon stopped in his tracks. He turned back toward the cupboard and bent down to put his face near the grate in the door.
"I got him." Whispered Harry.
Harry was sitting and waiting for Uncle Vernon to open the door to the cupboard for him to get out. But that did not happen.
"Listen here boy. I know that you need to send your bloody owl out to get a message to this godfather of yours. I also know that this owl is not here. So there is no way for you to let anyone know that you are in this cupboard. You will stay in there for a while or when you are ready to act like a normal person. Before that, you should get comfortable in there."
As soon as Uncle Vernon left Harry's cupboard to head back to the kitchen, Harry's mouth dropped. He was right. No one would ever know that Harry was under his cupboard. Hedwig was off sending a letter to Professor Dumbledore. He could not send her out to Sirius until she got back. He wasn't entirely sure that Sirius would even come to get him out. He had just used it as a threat to make the Dursleys treat him a little better.
Harry then got used to the idea that he would probably be in his cupboard for a while. He took out his parchment and quill and started writing another letter.
Dear Sirius,
Life here at the Dursleys is horrible as usual. They locked me in the cupboard under the stairs again. I haven't heard from you and I'm wondering if you are okay. I thought maybe you were busy and didn't have enough time to write, but I am going to write anyway. I hope you get this, because I can't stand more time here without anyone to write to. Hope you are well.
Harry
Writing that letter made Harry feel a little better than he was feeling. After around two hours, it seemed that Harry was not going to be let out of his cupboard. He was once again feeling depressed about the situation here at the Dursleys. He wouldn't let himself get like this. He couldn't, he just couldn't. It was only three months to wait until he is going to be at Hogwarts. He would not succumb to the depression caused by Voldemort. If he did, Voldemort would already have won. He had to suck up all his pain and just live threw the next three months. After all it is only three months……
To Be Continued…
A/N: I know that these first couple of chapters are short, but they will build up to something.