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.
HARRY POTTER AND THE STAFF OF POWER
Chapter 3: The Visitor
Harry awoke what he thought was the next morning. His cupboard was so small, that he could not tell if it was night or day. The only light that he was able to see outside of the cupboard was the light that sneaked its way threw the grate.
As he awoke some more, he remembered what happened the night before. He has not been more alone or scared in his entire life. How had Voldemort known that Harry was hungry when he had his vision? There was just no explanation for it. Maybe Voldemort was just guessing that Harry was a wizard who was being mistreated by muggles as he grew up. After all, Voldemort was treated the same way by his father. Harry knew that Voldemort would probably know that his only living relatives were muggles, since Voldemort orphaned Harry when he was only one year old. But how had Voldemort known when to speak to Harry and to how he was feeling. It felt like an eternity, when Harry finally realized the answer.
His scared linked him to Voldemort. Now that Voldemort is in physical form, Voldemort has more power, thus more power to try to find Harry. Harry could sense Voldemort's feeling and thus it worked the other way around. Voldemort could sense Harry's feelings. When he got upset or angry, Voldemort knew and took advantage of it. If Voldemort picked the right time to look at Harry while he was having extreme emotions, he could get a sight of where he was and come after him.
In some strange way, Harry was glad that the Dursleys had left him alone. This left him time to think about what was going on and how to stop it. Before he could get another thought up, Harry heard someone coming toward him.
Uncle Vernon had come to the cupboard to give Harry his breakfast, bread and a cup of water. Before Uncle Vernon had time to get away, Harry spoke.
"Uncle Vernon, you have to let me out. You are in danger. I don't want him to find you. YOU HAVE TO LET ME OUT!" yelled Harry.
"Stop that boy. I will not be taking my orders from you. Who could possibly find you here? Nobody knows that you are here and nobody will ever find you here." Answered Uncle Vernon.
At that, Uncle Vernon left Harry as quickly as he always had. Harry had not convinced him to let him out of his cupboard. They were all in danger because of him. When was anyone NOT in danger because of him? It isn't right, it isn't fair. Voldemort wants to kill Harry, but why does he have to try to attack the people that know him.
What felt like a week had passed with Harry in his cupboard. The last time Uncle Vernon had come to give Harry his food, he was not there long enough for Harry to try to stop him and try to persuade him to let him out of his cupboard. This time Harry would not let him get away without him saying something. Something was better than nothing, and he had to get out of this blasted cupboard.
Uncle Vernon came and gave Harry his food and water. Harry rushed the door of the cupboard and pleated with Uncle Vernon to listen to him.
"Please Uncle Vernon; give me one minute to explain."
"Fine boy, talk."
Harry would have to think of something fast to tell to Uncle Vernon.
"What happened to me in the kitchen was not my fault. The wizard that killed my parents left me a scar on my forehead. I am linked to him with it and whenever he does something evil, I will what he does. That is why I dropped to the floor and clutched my scar. It was him doing something horrible to someone in the world and I can't let that happen again. You have to let me out of here so I can find a way to stop him. Who knows, you might be next on his list and if I were in this cupboard, I couldn't protect you."
Uncle Vernon was not white in the face as he heard what Harry had said.
"BOY! Protection from you…we don't need protect…."
Apparent that Uncle Vernon had finally realized what Harry was saying, he unlocked the cupboard which was Harry's room for the last couple of days and let him out.
"Listen here boy. This was the last straw. I am not going to tolerate anymore of your funny business."
"Fine, I will just stay in my room and not bother you."
"Fine, that will do you some good as much us."
As both finished saying there words, Harry went up his room and Uncle Vernon went back to the kitchen. As he opened the door to the room, he was surprised to see what was inside.
It was Hedwig, but she was not alone. Not by a long shot. Hedwig was with so many owls, that it was hard for Harry to count them. First, Harry went to his own snowy owl as she held out her leg for Harry to take the letter attached to it.
Dear Harry,
What you have told me is most unsettling. Your theory has interested me and I do not want to say more until we are face to face. I shall call for you in two days time.
Professor Dumbledore
When Harry looked at the date of this letter, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. The note was dated three days ago. But where was Professor Dumbledore. He did not come when he said he would. What could have kept the man from coming and getting Harry? Could something have happened to him? If so, what could have happened to stop Dumbledore form seeing Harry? He obliviously knew the way to the Dursleys.
Harry took Dumbledore's letter and took it with him as he went to his bed. When Harry sat down on his bed, Hedwig once again flew over to him and perched on his knee. Harry stroked her affectionately when he felt a pain in his leg. He looked down to see Hedwig pecking at his leg.
"HEY! STOP THAT! Why did you do that?"
Harry then looked at Hedwig's other leg to see another note.
"Oh. Sorry Hedwig, I did not see the other note there."
But the damage was done. Hedwig flew away from him and landed in her cage to get some sleep. Harry tried to call for her, but she didn't come. She was as stubborn as an old witch. Harry knew that she would come around eventually. He opened to letter to see who it was from.
Dear Harry
I sent Fawkes to come and pick you up, but he came back empty handed. As Fawkes came back, so did you snowy owl. She is one of the most intelligent of her species that I have scene. I will send this letter with her and hope that you will get this. I will not send Fawkes this time, but will instead come down and pick you up myself. I will come to get you tomorrow. I hope all is well.
Professor Dumbledore.
The sound of those words 'pick you up myself' made Harry as excited as his first time in the air on a broom. Professor Dumbledore was coming to the Dursleys to pick him up. Nothing could get any better than this. He couldn't help but smile at the reaction that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would have when they see Professor Dumbledore. They were appalled to see Mr. Weasley, but seeing Professor Dumbledore should make them have a stroke.
Not it was his task to get rid of as many owls as he could before Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would here them. Even thought Professor Dumbledore was coming tomorrow, he didn't want to end up in his cupboard when he came.
As Harry looked to choose the next own to get, he heard a familiar hooting from all around the room. That could only be one owl. Pig was flying across the room as hyper as ever. Harry used some of his seeker reflexes and caught pig on his very first try. That must have been a record. He unlatched the letter from Ron and began to read it.
Dear Harry,
I hope those bloody muggles are treating you good. Sorry you couldn't come to The Burrow this summer, but we will see each other soon. Hey did Hermione tell you, she is going to Bulgaria to visit good ole Vicky Krum.
Harry knew where this letter was going, so not even bothering to read the rest of it, he threw it down and went along to get to the other owls. He saw an owl that had to be Hermione's. He took her letter and began reading.
Dear Harry,
Hope you are having a good summer. I surely am. I just got a book from Dagon Alley called It Is Never To Early To Prepare: The O.W.L.S
It was just Hermione to start studying for the end of the year exams when the year hadn't even started yet. Harry had a quick chuckle when he returned to the letter.
It is a great book. Who knows, you might even get one before the summer is over. By the way, I should tell you that I am going to Bulgaria to see Victor Krum. I know that it wasn't his fault what happened in the tournament. So I forgave him and he invited me to go stay with him. When I told Ron about it, he exploded. He can be such a stupid prat sometimes. I think that he has a problem with me
Much like Ron's letter, Harry knew where this was going and tossed it aside not really wanting to read about how Ron and Hermione were bickering. As Harry was searching the other owls in his room, he realized that most of them were from Ron and Hermione wondering where he was and wondering why their owls had not come back yet. The only owl that had come back from its delivery without delivering its message was Hedwig. Then again, like Professor Dumbledore said, she was a very intelligent owl.
There were only three owls left. One was from Hagrid.
Dear Harry,
I hope tht yur cusin Dudley isn't duing much damage to ya over the summer. Sorrie I haven't writtin to ya more, but Madame Maxime and I have ben doin' too much on our mission.
It was just like Hagrid to reveal something about that he wasn't supposed to when he was talking.
I sent you a gift. I hope ya like it. Have a good summer.
Hagrid
What could Hagrid possibly send Harry? This is a gift from a man who sent him a biting book in his third year. Hagrid also kept a dragon and a giant spider as pets. With no wand, Harry found the hardest object he could find as a weapon just in case the gift inside wanted to attack him.
As he opened the present he heard a voice. He opened the lid and what looked like a baby basilisk slither out. Harry concentrated and began to speak to the snake.
"Relax, stop moving. I mean you no hard. My name is Harry, Harry Potter. Do you have a name?"
"You can speak our language."
"Yes I can."
"The giant that sent me to you did not name me. That is up the person who receives me. I assume that it is you, do you wish to name me?"
"Um, sure."
Harry thought for what must have been five minutes to think of a name for his new pet.
"I got it. I want to name you James. That was the name of my father."
"James, I like it. It is a good name."
"Good. I'm sorry this room isn't very big, but tomorrow we will be going to Hogwarts."
"You go the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"
"Yes I do. How do you know about it?"
"I know much about the school as I know much about you."
"May I ask how you know all that?"
"My former master went to the school and he talked about you often."
"Who was your former master?"
"I am sorry, but I can not reveal that
information. A master and his pet are
binded by a pact that will not reveal information."
"Much like a house elf and his master?"
"Yes."
"This is getting kind of weird. I am going to open my other letters."
"Very well."
Harry finished the weirdest conversation he had ever had. He not only got a pet basilisk from Hagrid, but it was a basilisk that knew about him and Hogwarts. He saw an owl lying on the ground. It was the Weasley's own Errol. He picked him up and put him in Hedwig's cage and took the letter off his leg. He was surprised to see that it was from Ginny.
Dear Harry,
Ron tells me that you did not return his letters. I hope that nothing has happened to you. We are all a little down to hear that you can not come to The Burrow. I hoped for you to come. Try to sneak off from the muggles and make your way here. If I do not see you this summer I will see you at Hogwarts. If I don't see you the rest of the summer, I hope that the muggles don't treat you bad.
Much Love Ginny
Harry was shocked that Ginny would end her letter 'Much Love.' It was well aware to everybody that Ginny had a crush on Harry since the first time she had seen him. Maybe this letter meant that she was finally getting over it. That would be nice. Every time Harry tried to talk to her, she would turn red and not say much. Being able to talk to her this year would be great.
The very last owl was sitting on Harry's window. He took the letter from its leg and it was from Sirius.
Dear Harry,
I know that I have not been able to write as much as I like. I have been on a mission for Dumbledore. I will not lie to you. I have been searching for Wormtail. I have not been able to find him. Snuffles caught his sent a couple of times, but ended up in a dead end. I want to tell you more, but I will ruin the surprise. I will see you at Hogwarts.
Your Favorite Godfather Sirius
What did he mean by that, 'ruin the surprise?' Harry had no idea what Sirius could possibly be talking about, so he guessed that he would just wait to find out what the surprise was.
He then started a letter to each of the persons that sent him a letter. But something inside him made him write the letter to Ginny first.
Dear Ginny,
I was a little shocked to receive a letter form you, but I am glad that you did. I know that we have not been too close at Hogwarts and I would like to change that. I was not answering your letters because Uncle Vernon locked me in my cupboard again.
Harry did not want to lie. They wouldn't understand if he lied. Telling them the truth would make things easier for him to write.
Don't worry though. I am alright. I am used to the Dursleys behavior toward me. I assure you, I am fine. I hope to try to make it to The Burrow before the summer is over. I will owl Professor Dumbledore and ask him if he would allow me to spend some time there. If I don't make it, I will see you on platform 9 ¾. See you then.
Harry
His next letter was to Sirius.
Dear Snuffles,
I am sorry about how late I am returning this letter. Uncle Vernon locked me in my cupboard when my scar hurt. It has been hurting a lot. I am wondering what the surprise is. I just can't wait. I shouldn't say more incase this letter is intercepted. I am looking forward to seeing you at Hogwarts.
Your Favorite Godson Harry
Harry's letters to Ron and Hermione were pretty much the same. He explained that Uncle Vernon locked him in the trunk and that he couldn't get his letters. He didn't want to tell them about Professor Dumbledore picking him up tomorrow. He would tell them all about it when he was at Hogwarts.
The thought of leaving the Dursleys made Harry incredibly tired.
"Goodnight James."
"Goodnight Harry."
He rest on his bed and went to sleep thinking about tomorrow.
To Be Continued…
A/N: I hope to put chapter 4 up either today or tomorrow.