This is my first story ever, so please enjoy. Discalimer: All characters
belong to J.K. Rowling. Except those seven indviduals who are the Backup
Gryffindor Quidditch Team.
This story has some big violence and "romantic" scenes, so if you're easily
offended, go away.
One note: I can't remember the official title of Ms. Figg, the Dursley's
neighbor, so I refer to her as Ms. Figg in the story, if you wish to
correct me, put it in the review. Thank You.
-----------------------Harry Potter and the Year of Action------------------ -- ------------------------------------------------------------- By: John Swoboda ------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------Rated: R for Strong Sexual Content, Violence, and Language------------------------------------------- ____________________________________________________________________________
_____________ Chapter 1: An old friend
Harry was having the best summer of his life, and he hadn't even left for the Burrow.
Half-way through his first month home, "Aunt" Marge had fallen ill, and, to Harry's dismay, Uncle Vernon said they had to go and stay with her until she felt better. But, as the beggining of his streak of luck, Uncle Vernon pulled him aside a half-hour later to say "Boy, you listen to me, you're not coming with us, the sight of you could send Aunt Marge to an early grave" Harry knew this wasn't at all true, the mere sight of Harry filled Marge with glee for the simple fact that she could make fun of him the entire he was within earshot. "So we're sending you to a place you haven't been to in a long time, Ms. Figg's, down the street. And don't try any of that funny business, or I'll have your head on a plate." Harry thought it was funny that Uncle Vernon was so afraid of magic that he couldn't even refer to it by name, he had to call it 'funny business'. But this brought to Harry a new thought: He was going to Ms. Figg's house, the place with the cats and the cabbage smell. He hadn't been there since, well, since he had gone to Hogwarts.
The next day, The Dursley's were all packed into their new car; the old one broke when Dudley sat on the hood. Harry walked down the street with Uncle Vernon following him down the street to make sure he actually went to Ms. Figg's House.
As soon as he walked in, he saw them speed away, leaving him alone with Ms. Figg.
"Harry, don't look so scared." Said Ms. Figg.
"It doesn's smell like cabbage." Harry said, before he could stop himself.
"No, I've gotten rid of all my cats, and the smell seemed to go with them. I think it was one cat in particular; a very ornery tabby cat with bowed legs, and a a face that was smashed from all the times that it chased a mouse into a wall, and actually tried to go through the wall itself. That cat was always a little slow on the uptake, but it could tell the nature of people better than anything I've ever seen. I left it at a mag.........a pet shop, so some lucky kid could get it.
"Oh, okay. So why did you decide to get rid of them all?" Harry asked, feeling more comfortable than he ever had in her house.
"Well, when I broke my arm triping over one a couple of years ago, I decided that they were too much trouble and I just sent them all away, and that was that."
Suddenly a voice called from across the house "Arabella! Where's your milk?"
"It's behind the Bert.........the jelly beans on the top shelf of the fridge!"
"Your first name is Arabella?" Harry aked. He knew he recognized that name from somewhere, but where?
"Yes, uh, sorry, I forgot to tell you that my sister Hermione is staying over for a few weeks."
"That's funny, my friend's name is Hermione."
"Oh, do you have a girlfriend Harry?"
"No, she's just my friend."
"Said without blushing, that's a good boy."
"Well, thanks, but it's realy true, I believe it's Ron she fancies."
"A Weas.........Uh, Who's Ron?"
"You seem to be stuttering a lot, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I've uh, I've a cold, yes, yes, a nasty cold."
"A cold that makes you stutter?"
"Yes, a cold that makes me stutter, now just tell me about your friend Ron."
"Alright, calm down. I met him when I went to.......secondary school a few years ago, and we've been best friends ever since."
It suddenly occured to Harry. "So how's Remus?"
"Oh, he's oka......Damnit!"
"Ha! I knew it! Arabella Figg! Dumbledor sent away for you at the end of last year!"
"Oh, you knew about that, did you?"
"Why did you try to hide it from me?"
"You'd be safer if you didn't know."
"Know what? Are you here to protect me, because I'm not a child, I can make it on my own."
"Not with You-know-who out there."
"Just say Voldemort, it won't hurt you."
"Alright then, Voldemort" A slight shiver ran through her body as she said it "is after you, and if you go out there alone, you could get killed."
"But how can you help me? Dumbledor is the only wizard who can stand up to Volemort, right?"
"Yes, but your wands are brothers, and he can't use his to kill you, so he has to sen one of his death eaters to do it, and those we can handle."
"But what if he kills you and then has one of his men try to kil me, what then?"
"That's a risk we were prepared to take. It all would have been much simpler had you not figured out my little secret."
"Why?"
"Well, you might try to get away now."
"No more so than I would have if I still thought you were a muggle."
"Yes, I guess that makes sense."
"By the way, your sister, is she a, a, muggle?"
"Why, no, in fact, she's not even my sister, she's-"
She was cut short as a cry from the next room grabbed their attention.
"Harry, Harry Potter!" Came the voice of Doris Crockford
"Oh, no , not you."
"You two know eachother?" Asked Arabella
"In a manner of speaking. I met her the first day I was with Hagrid in the Leaky Cauldron."
"So my cover would have been blown anyway."
"Yes, it would have."
"I'm so glad to meet you." Doris jutted in
"You've already met me." Harry said
"Oh, yes I'm sorry, do forgive me, Mr. Potter."
"Call me Harry." He said, feeling a bit foolish, and more than a bit agitated
"Harry, would you like some lunch?"
"What do you have?"
"Harry, be serious. I'm a witch, you can have anything."
"Oh, yeah."
-----------------------Harry Potter and the Year of Action------------------ -- ------------------------------------------------------------- By: John Swoboda ------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------Rated: R for Strong Sexual Content, Violence, and Language------------------------------------------- ____________________________________________________________________________
_____________ Chapter 1: An old friend
Harry was having the best summer of his life, and he hadn't even left for the Burrow.
Half-way through his first month home, "Aunt" Marge had fallen ill, and, to Harry's dismay, Uncle Vernon said they had to go and stay with her until she felt better. But, as the beggining of his streak of luck, Uncle Vernon pulled him aside a half-hour later to say "Boy, you listen to me, you're not coming with us, the sight of you could send Aunt Marge to an early grave" Harry knew this wasn't at all true, the mere sight of Harry filled Marge with glee for the simple fact that she could make fun of him the entire he was within earshot. "So we're sending you to a place you haven't been to in a long time, Ms. Figg's, down the street. And don't try any of that funny business, or I'll have your head on a plate." Harry thought it was funny that Uncle Vernon was so afraid of magic that he couldn't even refer to it by name, he had to call it 'funny business'. But this brought to Harry a new thought: He was going to Ms. Figg's house, the place with the cats and the cabbage smell. He hadn't been there since, well, since he had gone to Hogwarts.
The next day, The Dursley's were all packed into their new car; the old one broke when Dudley sat on the hood. Harry walked down the street with Uncle Vernon following him down the street to make sure he actually went to Ms. Figg's House.
As soon as he walked in, he saw them speed away, leaving him alone with Ms. Figg.
"Harry, don't look so scared." Said Ms. Figg.
"It doesn's smell like cabbage." Harry said, before he could stop himself.
"No, I've gotten rid of all my cats, and the smell seemed to go with them. I think it was one cat in particular; a very ornery tabby cat with bowed legs, and a a face that was smashed from all the times that it chased a mouse into a wall, and actually tried to go through the wall itself. That cat was always a little slow on the uptake, but it could tell the nature of people better than anything I've ever seen. I left it at a mag.........a pet shop, so some lucky kid could get it.
"Oh, okay. So why did you decide to get rid of them all?" Harry asked, feeling more comfortable than he ever had in her house.
"Well, when I broke my arm triping over one a couple of years ago, I decided that they were too much trouble and I just sent them all away, and that was that."
Suddenly a voice called from across the house "Arabella! Where's your milk?"
"It's behind the Bert.........the jelly beans on the top shelf of the fridge!"
"Your first name is Arabella?" Harry aked. He knew he recognized that name from somewhere, but where?
"Yes, uh, sorry, I forgot to tell you that my sister Hermione is staying over for a few weeks."
"That's funny, my friend's name is Hermione."
"Oh, do you have a girlfriend Harry?"
"No, she's just my friend."
"Said without blushing, that's a good boy."
"Well, thanks, but it's realy true, I believe it's Ron she fancies."
"A Weas.........Uh, Who's Ron?"
"You seem to be stuttering a lot, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I've uh, I've a cold, yes, yes, a nasty cold."
"A cold that makes you stutter?"
"Yes, a cold that makes me stutter, now just tell me about your friend Ron."
"Alright, calm down. I met him when I went to.......secondary school a few years ago, and we've been best friends ever since."
It suddenly occured to Harry. "So how's Remus?"
"Oh, he's oka......Damnit!"
"Ha! I knew it! Arabella Figg! Dumbledor sent away for you at the end of last year!"
"Oh, you knew about that, did you?"
"Why did you try to hide it from me?"
"You'd be safer if you didn't know."
"Know what? Are you here to protect me, because I'm not a child, I can make it on my own."
"Not with You-know-who out there."
"Just say Voldemort, it won't hurt you."
"Alright then, Voldemort" A slight shiver ran through her body as she said it "is after you, and if you go out there alone, you could get killed."
"But how can you help me? Dumbledor is the only wizard who can stand up to Volemort, right?"
"Yes, but your wands are brothers, and he can't use his to kill you, so he has to sen one of his death eaters to do it, and those we can handle."
"But what if he kills you and then has one of his men try to kil me, what then?"
"That's a risk we were prepared to take. It all would have been much simpler had you not figured out my little secret."
"Why?"
"Well, you might try to get away now."
"No more so than I would have if I still thought you were a muggle."
"Yes, I guess that makes sense."
"By the way, your sister, is she a, a, muggle?"
"Why, no, in fact, she's not even my sister, she's-"
She was cut short as a cry from the next room grabbed their attention.
"Harry, Harry Potter!" Came the voice of Doris Crockford
"Oh, no , not you."
"You two know eachother?" Asked Arabella
"In a manner of speaking. I met her the first day I was with Hagrid in the Leaky Cauldron."
"So my cover would have been blown anyway."
"Yes, it would have."
"I'm so glad to meet you." Doris jutted in
"You've already met me." Harry said
"Oh, yes I'm sorry, do forgive me, Mr. Potter."
"Call me Harry." He said, feeling a bit foolish, and more than a bit agitated
"Harry, would you like some lunch?"
"What do you have?"
"Harry, be serious. I'm a witch, you can have anything."
"Oh, yeah."
