HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHEONIX
CHAPTER ONE : ANOTHER HORRID SUMMER AT THE DURSLEYS
Harry lay on his bed thinking, his scar hurt slightly but he was used to it by now ever since Voldemort had returned, his scar was constantly twinging, constantly reminding him of that fateful night when Cedric had been murdered. He had been avadra kedavrad by Voldemort. He could still remember the look of shock on Cedric's face as he was killed. he could feel the cold touch of Voldemort's fingers on his face as he finally became free to touch Harry. Harry could feel tears prickling behind his eyes, but he held them at bay, now was not time to cry, that incident was months ago and crying won't do anything except maybe make him feel even worse than he felt already. The pendulum in the grandfather clock downstairs started moving through and fro making a loud sound. The time was twelve midnight, a second after that and it would be Harry's birthday. Harry got up from his bed, the pain in his head giving him a brief bout of dizziness. He held on to his bed for support for a second, then stood up straight. He was still as thin as ever, looking almost fragile, although he probably had more muscle than regular muggle boys or even wizards due to the amount of work he did everyday during the summer holidays. His glasses hung askew on his nose not hiding the intensity of his emerald green eyes. His hair was still as unruly as ever, flying out in all possible directions, basically, he was still the same Harry as ever, nobody would suspect that he was already fifteeen years old, fourteen years since that fateful day when Voldemort broke into his house at Godric's hollow killing both his parents. The only difference about Harry was that he had gained a few inches over the summer, bringing up his height to five foot eleven inches, as tall as Ron was when he started his fourth year in Hogwarts. Harry walked over to where his owl, Hedwig stayed in her cage and unlocked the door, allowing her to perch on his fingers. " Happy Birthday to me " he said quietly to himself while rubbing Hedwig's feathers. He went back to his bed still holding Hedwig and sat down at the edge. At that moment he heard a scratching sound outside his window. He walked over to it and saw that it was Ron's owl Pigwigeon, Pig for short. He opened the window and allowed Pig to enter the room, he was carrying a huge package tied to his leg and seemed tired which was soon proved because immediately Harry took off the package, Pig flopped on the bed eyes closed. Harry picked him up and took him over to Hedwig's water bowl and dribbled some water down his throat. A few minutes later, Pig was back to his normal energetic self. Harry went over to where he had left the package and picked it up, it was quite heavy and Harry was surprised that such a tiny owl could carry an heavy package like that. He opened it eagerly and his mouth fell open at the object that was inside the package. It was a mini - penseive. A note was attached to it and it read :
Harry
Happy Birthday. Hope the Dursleys aren't treating you too badly. I asked Professor Dumbledore whether you could come and spend the rest of the summer with us and he said no. Said that with you - know - who's return, you needed more than ever to stay with your family. But I will see you when school starts hopefully. Ron Ps. I sent you a mini - pensive inc ase you don't know what it is, I was looking through some of dad's old stuff and saw this and immediately thought of you, It is a little scratched but it should work just fine. I thought that you would want to put your memories of the triwizard tournament inside it, in case it was giving you nightmares. Hermione is being an idiot, spending two weeks with that git Krum, can't even pronounce her name right.
Harry smiled as he read the note. He was amused by Ron's attitude towards Victor Krum, one of his quidditch heroes. Ron fancied Hermione but probably didn't realize it. He was grateful to Ron for his present but decided not to use it yet, so he closed the package again and slipped it into the loose floorboard where he hid other things he had managed to get out of his trunk before uncle Vernon locked it in the downstairs cupboard. A second later, another bird flew into the open window closely followed by another, then another. In a matter of seconds there were six birds in the room. Four of them were owls and one was a large, brightly colored parrot, another was of a species Harry didn't recognize. Birds these many in one place tended to make a lot of noise, but for some strange reason all the birds with the exception of Pig were well behaved, meeting with approval from Hedwig who graciously allowed them to take a sip of water from her bowl, after which they rested on the tabl hedwig's cage was placed. Harry went through the packages the avians of the air had brought him eagerly, his depression forgotten at his pleasure of receiving presents on his birthday. One of the owls had brought him a package from Hermione who had just come back from her vacation on Bulgaria with Victor. Inside the package was a small, white globe. he stared curiously at it for a minute then realized that the package was also holding a note. It was written in the precise handwriting that Hermione favored. It said:
Dear Harry,
How are you doing?, I hope that the Dursleys aren't treating you very badly. How is your scar? is it hurting, if it is I hope you know that you should write to professor Dumbledore immediately. On a lighter note are you studying for your OWLS which i am sure you know are going to occur this year. I almost forgot, Happy birthday Harry. I included a dream-catcher with this note. It is a magical device that stores nightmares inside it, giving you a dreamless sleep. To activate it you just have to put it under your pillow when you go to bed at night. I thought you might find it useful. Love Hermione P.S I was made a prefect. Can you believe that, i was actually made a prefect even after all the rules that i've broken. Well not as much as you and Ron, promise you'll be better behaved this year. Were you made a prefect too?.
Harry smiled as he finished reading the note. His smile changed to a frown though when he recalled what Hermione had written near the end. She had been made a prefect, he was happy for her but he was worried that he had not recieved a letter from Hogwarts yet. he searched among the owls looking for an enveloped bearing the Hogwarts seal. He found none, although he did find a letter addressed from Professor Dumbledore. He decided to read that letter last as he suspected that it held bad news. He picked up Hermione's gift and placed it under his pillow, her gift would come in handy indeed. Next he looked at the package the parrot had brought him, it was from Sirius as he had suspected. It seemed that he was in an exotic place, probably Africa, that was probably why he sent the bird. He opened the package and gasped in pleasure. It was a truly astounding present. It was a small golden coin about the size of a galleon that was engraved with small images of mystical animals inbuilt with silver. If he stared hard enough he could just make out the image of a unicorn wrestling with of all things, a griffin. Of on the side, there was a dragon breathing out flames. The coin was attached to a silver chain. Harry immediately put it over his neck, as he did, a warm feeling entered into his belly but he dismissed it attributing it to his pleasure at receiving such a great present from Sirius. He picked up the note that had come with the coin and started reading it, missing the green glow that came over the coin. Sirius note was only a few lines long and it read:
Harry, A very happy birthday to you. I saw this at a fair I went to in the place Dumbledore sent me( I won't tell you , this bird may be intercepted) and immediately thought of you. See you soon Snuffles
Harry smiled fondly at the mention of Snuffles. It was the nickname he used for Sirius so as to prevent anybody from finding out where Sirius was. In a matter of minutes, he had gone through the remaining presents apart from Dumbledore's. Hagrid had sent him some rock cakes like he usually did. Bill sent him one to from Romania. It was a book on dragons of all kinds. On the cover was a giant Norwegian dragon that was currently staring straight at Harry with a fierce expression on it's reptillian face. To his surprise, he got one from Fleur Delacour - a fellow participant in the Triwizard tournament that took place last year. He had supposedly saved her sister even though she wasn't in any danger and for that had won the everlasting gratitude and friendship of Fleur. He was still surprised that she sent him a present though, he had not even told her his birthday. He opened the package and out fell a golden bracer. It was adorned with little images engraved with silver. The images were all of him he realized, they were of him completing the tasks at the triwizard tournament. He read the note that had come with the package. It read.
Harry Potter, You might not remember me, but I do. I am never going to forget what you did for my sister last year. I made this bracer for you as a transfiguration project. I hope you like it. You know that I got a job at Howarts, I am going to be teaching care of magical creatures with Hagrid , Dumbledore thinks that it needs to be taught from a female's point of view too. Isn't that great, I get to work on my English pronounciation. I will see you next term, I hope. Happy Birthday( I got your birthday from one of the books on you) Fleur Delacour Harry grinned. It seemed that Ron was going to have his eyes full this year at least.
Now, he decided to read professor Dumbledore's letter. With a heart filled with trepedition, he opened the letter and read it. When he was done, he was strangely quiet. His face devoid of all emotion. He went straight to bed and just lied down, forgeting to close the window. A shaft of moonlight hit the letter where he had placed it on the floor. It read :
Mr Potter, Firstly let me wish you a heartfelt birthday greetings and apologize profusely for what i am about to tell you. Due to the results of last year's tournament and my enstangement from Cornelius Fudge and a number of factors not least of them prodding from Lucius Malfoy, the school board has come to the conclusion that you are danger to the reat of the student population at Hogwarts. This conclusion was helped along by Rita Skeeter's articules about you wthich described you as a danger to yourself and others around you, this was only strenghened by and I am sorry to say the death of Cedric Diggory. The school board has reached an agreement that even if Voldemort was back, as you claim then the students at Howarts would be in more danger as he seems intent on getting rid of you first. So they reached the verdict that you shouldn't be allowed back in Hogwarts for some time. I am sorry Harry, but you cannot come back to Hogwarts this year. Believe me when I say that I tried my best to get them to change their minds, but a headmister's power goes only so far, even an headmaster such as myself. Since you are not expelled from Hogwarts, your wand will not be snapped, but you are still not allowed to do any magic outside of school. I would advise you to stay with your relatives as they provide you with a protection not even Voldemort can break. You don't need to inform your friends of this unfortunate turn of events. I suspect that Fudge had already talked to the Daily prophet. Once again Harry, I am truly sorry. Albus Dumbledore (Headmaster of Hogwarts, Supreme Mugwump )
CHAPTER ONE : ANOTHER HORRID SUMMER AT THE DURSLEYS
Harry lay on his bed thinking, his scar hurt slightly but he was used to it by now ever since Voldemort had returned, his scar was constantly twinging, constantly reminding him of that fateful night when Cedric had been murdered. He had been avadra kedavrad by Voldemort. He could still remember the look of shock on Cedric's face as he was killed. he could feel the cold touch of Voldemort's fingers on his face as he finally became free to touch Harry. Harry could feel tears prickling behind his eyes, but he held them at bay, now was not time to cry, that incident was months ago and crying won't do anything except maybe make him feel even worse than he felt already. The pendulum in the grandfather clock downstairs started moving through and fro making a loud sound. The time was twelve midnight, a second after that and it would be Harry's birthday. Harry got up from his bed, the pain in his head giving him a brief bout of dizziness. He held on to his bed for support for a second, then stood up straight. He was still as thin as ever, looking almost fragile, although he probably had more muscle than regular muggle boys or even wizards due to the amount of work he did everyday during the summer holidays. His glasses hung askew on his nose not hiding the intensity of his emerald green eyes. His hair was still as unruly as ever, flying out in all possible directions, basically, he was still the same Harry as ever, nobody would suspect that he was already fifteeen years old, fourteen years since that fateful day when Voldemort broke into his house at Godric's hollow killing both his parents. The only difference about Harry was that he had gained a few inches over the summer, bringing up his height to five foot eleven inches, as tall as Ron was when he started his fourth year in Hogwarts. Harry walked over to where his owl, Hedwig stayed in her cage and unlocked the door, allowing her to perch on his fingers. " Happy Birthday to me " he said quietly to himself while rubbing Hedwig's feathers. He went back to his bed still holding Hedwig and sat down at the edge. At that moment he heard a scratching sound outside his window. He walked over to it and saw that it was Ron's owl Pigwigeon, Pig for short. He opened the window and allowed Pig to enter the room, he was carrying a huge package tied to his leg and seemed tired which was soon proved because immediately Harry took off the package, Pig flopped on the bed eyes closed. Harry picked him up and took him over to Hedwig's water bowl and dribbled some water down his throat. A few minutes later, Pig was back to his normal energetic self. Harry went over to where he had left the package and picked it up, it was quite heavy and Harry was surprised that such a tiny owl could carry an heavy package like that. He opened it eagerly and his mouth fell open at the object that was inside the package. It was a mini - penseive. A note was attached to it and it read :
Harry
Happy Birthday. Hope the Dursleys aren't treating you too badly. I asked Professor Dumbledore whether you could come and spend the rest of the summer with us and he said no. Said that with you - know - who's return, you needed more than ever to stay with your family. But I will see you when school starts hopefully. Ron Ps. I sent you a mini - pensive inc ase you don't know what it is, I was looking through some of dad's old stuff and saw this and immediately thought of you, It is a little scratched but it should work just fine. I thought that you would want to put your memories of the triwizard tournament inside it, in case it was giving you nightmares. Hermione is being an idiot, spending two weeks with that git Krum, can't even pronounce her name right.
Harry smiled as he read the note. He was amused by Ron's attitude towards Victor Krum, one of his quidditch heroes. Ron fancied Hermione but probably didn't realize it. He was grateful to Ron for his present but decided not to use it yet, so he closed the package again and slipped it into the loose floorboard where he hid other things he had managed to get out of his trunk before uncle Vernon locked it in the downstairs cupboard. A second later, another bird flew into the open window closely followed by another, then another. In a matter of seconds there were six birds in the room. Four of them were owls and one was a large, brightly colored parrot, another was of a species Harry didn't recognize. Birds these many in one place tended to make a lot of noise, but for some strange reason all the birds with the exception of Pig were well behaved, meeting with approval from Hedwig who graciously allowed them to take a sip of water from her bowl, after which they rested on the tabl hedwig's cage was placed. Harry went through the packages the avians of the air had brought him eagerly, his depression forgotten at his pleasure of receiving presents on his birthday. One of the owls had brought him a package from Hermione who had just come back from her vacation on Bulgaria with Victor. Inside the package was a small, white globe. he stared curiously at it for a minute then realized that the package was also holding a note. It was written in the precise handwriting that Hermione favored. It said:
Dear Harry,
How are you doing?, I hope that the Dursleys aren't treating you very badly. How is your scar? is it hurting, if it is I hope you know that you should write to professor Dumbledore immediately. On a lighter note are you studying for your OWLS which i am sure you know are going to occur this year. I almost forgot, Happy birthday Harry. I included a dream-catcher with this note. It is a magical device that stores nightmares inside it, giving you a dreamless sleep. To activate it you just have to put it under your pillow when you go to bed at night. I thought you might find it useful. Love Hermione P.S I was made a prefect. Can you believe that, i was actually made a prefect even after all the rules that i've broken. Well not as much as you and Ron, promise you'll be better behaved this year. Were you made a prefect too?.
Harry smiled as he finished reading the note. His smile changed to a frown though when he recalled what Hermione had written near the end. She had been made a prefect, he was happy for her but he was worried that he had not recieved a letter from Hogwarts yet. he searched among the owls looking for an enveloped bearing the Hogwarts seal. He found none, although he did find a letter addressed from Professor Dumbledore. He decided to read that letter last as he suspected that it held bad news. He picked up Hermione's gift and placed it under his pillow, her gift would come in handy indeed. Next he looked at the package the parrot had brought him, it was from Sirius as he had suspected. It seemed that he was in an exotic place, probably Africa, that was probably why he sent the bird. He opened the package and gasped in pleasure. It was a truly astounding present. It was a small golden coin about the size of a galleon that was engraved with small images of mystical animals inbuilt with silver. If he stared hard enough he could just make out the image of a unicorn wrestling with of all things, a griffin. Of on the side, there was a dragon breathing out flames. The coin was attached to a silver chain. Harry immediately put it over his neck, as he did, a warm feeling entered into his belly but he dismissed it attributing it to his pleasure at receiving such a great present from Sirius. He picked up the note that had come with the coin and started reading it, missing the green glow that came over the coin. Sirius note was only a few lines long and it read:
Harry, A very happy birthday to you. I saw this at a fair I went to in the place Dumbledore sent me( I won't tell you , this bird may be intercepted) and immediately thought of you. See you soon Snuffles
Harry smiled fondly at the mention of Snuffles. It was the nickname he used for Sirius so as to prevent anybody from finding out where Sirius was. In a matter of minutes, he had gone through the remaining presents apart from Dumbledore's. Hagrid had sent him some rock cakes like he usually did. Bill sent him one to from Romania. It was a book on dragons of all kinds. On the cover was a giant Norwegian dragon that was currently staring straight at Harry with a fierce expression on it's reptillian face. To his surprise, he got one from Fleur Delacour - a fellow participant in the Triwizard tournament that took place last year. He had supposedly saved her sister even though she wasn't in any danger and for that had won the everlasting gratitude and friendship of Fleur. He was still surprised that she sent him a present though, he had not even told her his birthday. He opened the package and out fell a golden bracer. It was adorned with little images engraved with silver. The images were all of him he realized, they were of him completing the tasks at the triwizard tournament. He read the note that had come with the package. It read.
Harry Potter, You might not remember me, but I do. I am never going to forget what you did for my sister last year. I made this bracer for you as a transfiguration project. I hope you like it. You know that I got a job at Howarts, I am going to be teaching care of magical creatures with Hagrid , Dumbledore thinks that it needs to be taught from a female's point of view too. Isn't that great, I get to work on my English pronounciation. I will see you next term, I hope. Happy Birthday( I got your birthday from one of the books on you) Fleur Delacour Harry grinned. It seemed that Ron was going to have his eyes full this year at least.
Now, he decided to read professor Dumbledore's letter. With a heart filled with trepedition, he opened the letter and read it. When he was done, he was strangely quiet. His face devoid of all emotion. He went straight to bed and just lied down, forgeting to close the window. A shaft of moonlight hit the letter where he had placed it on the floor. It read :
Mr Potter, Firstly let me wish you a heartfelt birthday greetings and apologize profusely for what i am about to tell you. Due to the results of last year's tournament and my enstangement from Cornelius Fudge and a number of factors not least of them prodding from Lucius Malfoy, the school board has come to the conclusion that you are danger to the reat of the student population at Hogwarts. This conclusion was helped along by Rita Skeeter's articules about you wthich described you as a danger to yourself and others around you, this was only strenghened by and I am sorry to say the death of Cedric Diggory. The school board has reached an agreement that even if Voldemort was back, as you claim then the students at Howarts would be in more danger as he seems intent on getting rid of you first. So they reached the verdict that you shouldn't be allowed back in Hogwarts for some time. I am sorry Harry, but you cannot come back to Hogwarts this year. Believe me when I say that I tried my best to get them to change their minds, but a headmister's power goes only so far, even an headmaster such as myself. Since you are not expelled from Hogwarts, your wand will not be snapped, but you are still not allowed to do any magic outside of school. I would advise you to stay with your relatives as they provide you with a protection not even Voldemort can break. You don't need to inform your friends of this unfortunate turn of events. I suspect that Fudge had already talked to the Daily prophet. Once again Harry, I am truly sorry. Albus Dumbledore (Headmaster of Hogwarts, Supreme Mugwump )
