Harry Potter And The Cup Of Resurrection

Part 1

Thud, thud, thud. Dark ,dank corridors race past Harry. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he raced across the moss covered, chipped and decayed stones. He breathing was rapid, gasping, he smelt the air, foul corruption, mold, dust, stale air. Beside him, James, Hermione and Ron raced with him. They all fled the thing behind him. In the faint light that seemed to grow from patches across the walls of the corridor. Thud, thud, thud.

Ahead, light shone across the stone to reveal, a rotting wood door, an open door. Hope spread through Harry, his leg were tired from running. The the thuds stopped, and there it was. Before them, was it! Cloaked in a black cloak, black as the darkest night, holes and cut marks were all across the garb. It had the hood up, so you couldn't see into its face, couldn't see what killed you. At its side, it had a long scimitar, a very long scimitar. Dry blood covered it top, so old it was black, the rest of the blade was like pale white bone. The thing was about three meters tall, and what the cloak didn't cover, was armor.

They skidded to a halt, legs frozen in terror. James didn't. He legs kept moving, his hand was at his sword. The nearly mythical blade of the long dead Australian hero Redric Carlson in his hands. Redric spirit was entwined into the blade, as James had picked it up, the spirit passed on to him. Giving him unearthly swordsmanship and fighting skills. He rushed on, he let out a cry of rage. His sword spinning in his hands. It danced with unearth skill in his hands. The things scimitar came up.

They met in a clash of steel. The cross guard of ornate flames on James sword locked with the scimitars bone cross guard. They pushed, weight against weight. James began to slide, he tilled back, and the kicked the monster in the stomach, or at least were the stomach should have been. It didn't move. As James fell back, the scimitar came across. James let out a final, defiant cry, before the scimitar spilt his stomach across the ground, cries of anguish coming from his friends. Both Ron and Hermione had there wands out, and cry words of an ancient language. A storm of white brown/green surrounded the beast, sweeping over it. Nothing.

The storm broke as the running form of the monster came through the storm, black cloak whirling around it . The sword split the air like a knife as Hermione and Ron began to scream charms. Harry heard the blade whistle through the air, parting it like a knife through fabric, then it sliced through Hermione and Ron. Hermione head rolled of her shoulders, a bloody stumped exposed. And the blade then buried itself into Rons chest, cutting through his ribs and into his heart. His let out a finally cry, the died. Tears streamed from Harry's face. Rage built up around him, rage, at the death of his closet friends, rage, at being tormented by this beast. Godric Gryffindors sword was in his hands. The founder of Gryffindor house's blade twirled around him as he let out a maddened yell he was aware of his feet rushing forwards. But only vaguely, his full attention upon it, the beast. It was his.

The beast put a steel coated boots to Rons chest and with a crunch of ripping bones and flesh, pulled it free. A coating of red mingled with the black. Harry charged, it charged. They were there, seconds away from meeting, a second, and , Harry swung at air. He saw the things side step, tried to counter, tried to stop. But he was to late. The things sword flew through the air into the back of Harry's leg, into Harry's hamstring.

Harry collapsed, letting out a cry of rage, pain. Clutching at his legs he managed to look up. Saw the thing's sword coming down, he tried to scuttle back but he meet hard stone with a thud. "Harry, Harry" It mocked, as the blade near, letting a finally cry, the sword cracked his skull ripping into his scar, he felt every things swirling, everything leaving him "Harry, HARRY!"..........

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!?!?" Harry Potter say straight up in bed. Sirius beside him. A small fire raged on his forehead. His scar burnt. Sirius stood next to his bed, sympathy clear on his face. "The same dream?" He asked softly. Harry nodded, a tear coming into his eye. The same dream had haunted him for months after the past year. Sirius shook his head, looking out at the rising sun. 'It nearly mourning, you might as well get up. Harry nodded trembling slightly





The sun rose slowly across the world. The long tendril of light and radiation spread slowly across the Earth. Across the British Isle. Dew began to rise slowly into clouds of steam as the rays touched them. The wet soft grass looking it was smoking. Sunlight rushed across a small town. The town, had a name. Godric's Hollow. The main road led down to a small statue of it's founder. Godric Gryffindors profile stood sentinel like across the square. All the roads meet here, in a cross.

Godric Gryffindor was tall. A small smile across his kindly, but aged face. His hair was longish, but not very. The stone was plain, so no color was given. He leaned down on a long sword. Although no color had been used, it was not hard to tell that it was covered in precious stone. Eggs shaped stone made up rubies, and if there were rubies it was almost certain there was gold as well. Red and gold, the colors of Gryffindor house.

Down the eastern road, past old, house, new house and the in between. You reached a largish house, you would be mistaken to thing that inside there was a large family of perhaps, 8 but no. inside was only two. A slightly famous Harry Potter, and an infamous, Sirius Black. The house was red brick. Two stories, tilled roof. A small yard was set around the house, flower, plant and trees rest in it.

There was three large window on the top story, spaced evenly between themselves, one in the middle, and the other two on either ends. Sunlight had just reach into the middle room, which was Harry Potter's.

The room had been the attic to the previously family, but when the Blacks, and the last Potter moved, it became his. The room had a high held A frame roof, made up of dark wood. A large bed double bed stood near the window. A desk beside it. The lush red carpet also had on it a wardrobe, which stood opposite the bed, a chest at the foot of the bed and a chest of draws near the door. Also made of dark wood.

But apart from these, Harry Potter walked across the carpet, bare foot. He struggled to pull on the tight green jumper, for once he had decent clothes. "Some much had changed, hadn't it" Harry said, looking into the mirror hanging form the wall next to the bed. The round frame talked back as if it had heard "You've changed, haven't you dear?" Harry nodded, and thought back to when this change had started.

It had all started about this time five or six years ago, when he was living his normally life at Privet Drive. Privet Drive was normal, in every sense of the word, everyone who lived there work, lived, ate, and did every thing normally, well all but one. At number 4 lived Harry Potter. He'd lived with his Aunt and Uncle for eleven long years, eleven long year that he'd been mistreated. To them, he was an abomination, a freak. He'd never knew why, was it just because of this funny lightning bolt scar? Yes, that was it. But when he was eleven, Hagrid had came to tell him he was a wizard. and his parents hadn't died in a car crash but at the hands of Voldemort. The great dark wizard. Every one had long thought him gone, After trying to curse Harry, he disappeared. So for the next four years, everyone did, but at the end of his fourth year, he had return.

Returned with an army of Death Eaters, he supporters, to enslave the world. The great wizard of his time, Albus Dumbeldore, gather the forces of good to his side in readiness for the battle ahead. Harry was afraid, but he was protected by magical wards, or was protected. Voldemort sent a dragon to destroy 4 Privet Drive. The Dursleys, his only surviving relatives he live with, and was mistreated by, died.

After being rescued, he meet an exchange student, a boy by the name of James Wills. James had a violent past, and bore a long scar as a reminder. James befriended Harry, and the year began to go down hill. Voldemort's forced attack Hogwarts several times. With strange beast, Death Eaters and finally Dementors and each time, James was in the thick of, why? But not all things were bad. Harry, James and his two closet friends, became aware of special magic they all had, elemental magic. Harry lightning , James fire, Ron rock and Hermione ice.

Also Wormtail was sent with a of Death Eater in to Hogwarts, but was capture, and confessed to reveal the knowledge of where Harry's parents were to Voldemort and then murdering a street full of people, Sirius Black, Harry's godfather and his parents friends, who had been suspected of the crimes, was found innocent . Sirius offered to take Harry in, because the Dursleys are dead. Harry was only to happy.

Not only this, but a touch of romance. At the Yule Ball, Harry fell for Cho? Or was it Cho falling for him? He wasn't sure. But he knew James and Hermione, had fell in love with each other at first sight. and Ron had fallen for, another exchange student, this time from America, Kathy Newton. But this fun was to end all to soon.

Voldemort had established a fortress in the Forbidden Forest, and during the Dementor attack, Harry and his friends were forced into the forest, and then into the forest. Harry, Hermione and Ron were capture, and James fell into one of the trap set to protect the fortress. Voldemort had reveal the true purpose for the killing of his parent, a blood feud lasting from the days of Merlin, and Harry was Merlin's direct descendant, but also Voldemorts nephew. Voldemort was a descendant from Merlin's blood enemy, his own brother.

Just as they thought all hope lost, a man, in armor, an armed with the blade of Merlin's long dead ally and famous Australian wizard Redric Carlson, attacked Voldemort, and in the fight, James was reveal to them as the man in armor. Leaving James dazed from a blow and Harry, Ron and Hermione locked in magical bonds, he fled to the outside world, where his army of both Death Eaters, and Australian dark wizard was ready. The Australia wizards, or Prisms, were allied to Voldemort through their leader, John Westerner, who had stolen the most powerful magical item known as The Scroll Of Magic, and used it to create powerful magics to aid Voldemort, but the scroll was protect by a spell that only a good wizard could undo. Westerner had prepared a potion to dispel the spell, but it was cast aside into a burning torch, creating magical flames that consumed the fortress. As they remaining Death Eater fled, they saw Malfoy, or an albino version. How could this be? Malfoy was locked in Hogwarts, and wasn't an albino. He joined Voldemort in his army.

Then James freed Harry and co. and tried to escape, only to be blocked by a wall of flames. They finally managed to get through by doing the unthinkable for a fifth year, becoming an Animagus. On the outside world there animal forms attacked the the army. As Aurors and teachers from Hogwarts attacked. At the finally staged of the battle, James dueled with Voldemort, and suffered a fatal wound, only before, injuring Voldemort badly, and sapping some of his reborn powers.

Voldemort retreated to his stronghold at Azkaban, which he had liberate from the Ministry. With James dying, he was rushed to Madam Pomfrey. Before he passed over, he gave Harry the scroll , but it all turned out to be in ancient language a final gift from James. But as James soul approached the other side, he was confronted by spirits, telling him of a coming evil, and pushing him back to his body. Before he returned, he heard a woman, asking him to deliver a message to Harry "We'll come soon" a message from Harry parents. James then shortly recovered. After this, it was revealed that James was acting, as a kind of bodyguard to Harry, giving all his plans to Dumbeldore, after along discussion, all was forgiven. James took the scroll and began to decrypt the text. The year end happily.

And now, a new year was beginning. Harry finished thinking, and walked out of his room, and onto the second floor. It was a small hall, with doors lining both side of the hall. And at the far end, a staircase, a spiral staircase. He walk causally across the soft carpet, and began to walk down the spiral staircase. And slowly he started to hear the hissing and spitting of frying bacon.

The staircase reminded him of the Gryffindor common room. He finally reach the ground floor. He was now in a larger hall,, along the sides of the hall, four redwood doors stood, one the right and one on the left. He stepped out from the alcove were the staircase was set. Straight ahead of him at the end of the hall the front door stood, solid wood with several strips of what appeared to be iron enforcing it.

He passed the first doors, to his right, it led out into the garage, where Sirius flying motorbike stood, along with various odds-and-ends. To his left was the library, a small, tight room filled with every manner of books imaginable, all four walls were covered with tomes, scrolls and volumes well known and not so well known.
Hermione's heaven.

He reached the next doors, to his left was the living room, a warmer, welcoming room, with a large fireplace, a wizard radio, and a muggle television, for what reason Sirius had got one was beyond Harry. He turned to the right door, the kitchen and dinning room. He pushed opened the door.

Inside Sirius Black stood in front of a stove, in the corner nearest the door a frying pan on the stove, he was shaking the bacon, eggs and tomato about in the black cast iron pan. "Mourning Harry" Sirius said, turning round from his cocking and smiling "G'morning" Harry returned sitting down at the polished oak table. The table sat length ways, in the middle room, Harry sat at the far end, Sirius usually sat at the head, which was close to the window set up near the stove. Harry regarding his surroundings as Sirius cooked. At the corner on Sirius left a long bench started and ended with where Sirius stood. Set in the bench was a sinking, oven, cupboard ect.

On the far side of the room, a large cabinet held plates, cutlery,cups, glassware and bowls. Nothing with really interest. The floor was covered with reddish brown tiles. The roof had a large crystal chandelier, ornately made with gold and sliver.

Sirius turned round, carrying a plate with steam hot bacon, tomatoes and eggs, he placed it in front of Harry, bowing stupidly, and saying "There you are, you Highness" Harry chuckled, "Thanks Sirius" Sirius smiled and took off the apron he was wearing, it read, in large letter 'Kiss The Chef'. "My pleasure Harry" He said as he picked up his owned plate from the bench and sat down. And took a bite of his cooking, he let out a contented sigh "Mmmmmm, I was good at cooking once, you know, before I was on the run, that is" Harry nodded, and took a bite. Very hot juice spilled out as he bite into the bacon, it was very nicely cooked, with an odd taste of spices. "S'very, good Sirius, as always" Sirius smiled.

"Sleep well Harry?" Sirius asked, Harry knew the questions was stupid. For weeks his dream repeated itself, and even Hermione's charm she had given him last year didn't work very well if at all. "Not very well" Harry said "It always the same dream over and over, why?" He said to himself. Sirius shrugged, "It could be Voldemort, but who knows,perhaps it just the house. the people I bought this place from said it had been haunted for several years" Harry looked eagerly, "Ghost?" He asked excitedly. Sirius nodded "They left after a few years say 'Your all to hard to get along with' which is not surprising"

Harry asked and instant later "Why wasn't it surprising?" Sirius replied "Well, I guess you'd get feed up of constant 'AAAAHHHHH' and faints, but part that major fact, they loved it here" Harry sighed. This was nice, but turning out a bit boring, if only something suddenly came, if only he could play a little Quidditch, a little adventure, a little....

The window next to the stove banged open, well, more like suddenly inched open as Pig, Ron's tiny gray owl flew insanely at Harry's head, Harry ducked as they small ball of feathers, beak and claws, flew straight into the wall, with a small squish. Harry was already out of chair, but was hardly out of his seat when the windows flew open with a clang and in flew Ember, James Phoenixuss, a relative of the phoenix, the beast was a bit large than Fawkes, Professor Albus Dmbeldore phoenix, but the feathers were on fire, but not danger fire, just a warm soft fire but when angry could become very dangerous, it hovered moment, a dropped a letter onto Harry's seat, and with a beating of it's fiery wings,flew out of the window, slightly burning the wooden frames.

Harry was about to walk up to his chair to retrieve the letter, but a weak chirp, reminded him of the poor ball of feathers in the corner. He walked over and picked up the bundle, Pig hooted softly, shaking it's leg, Harry saw the small piece of parchment around it. Gently taking it off, he carried the small bird into his room, and set him in the cage with Hedwig, who hooted with disdain. He returned to the breakfast table with the letter in his hand, one on his seat, a cold bacon on his plate, not a bad combination.

Sirius looked over at the letter from Ron, wondering aloud he said "Wonder what's the hurry?" Harry shrugged, and pulled opened the letter, which was folded at least six times.....


Dear Harry

How are you? Hope your well, especially after last year. Anyway, this only short because I have to write letters to Hermione, and Kathy, but anyway, today( It'll be yesterday by the time it reaches you) I've gotten a letter from James, saying he can come over and see us on your birthday, which will be in about three days, he said he's got big news, but didn't say anything else, I wonder what it means, but anyway, your aloud to come over, Mum asked Dumbeldore, he said it's OK, but you'll have to see Sirius. You can stay all holidays if you like. Well, hope you can come.

Ron

"What does it say?" Sirius asked earnestly, "It's says that he hopes I can come over, James will be there, and says James' got big news, he also said I can stay over all holidays" Sirius smiled, "Sounds like fun, do you want to go?" Sirius asked. Harry replied in earnest, "Yes please" Sirius grin grew wider, "You can go this afternoon if you want" Harry grinned "Can I?" Sirius nodded, Harry gave a grin to match Sirius "Yes! Thanks Sirius" Sirius waved a hand "Any time, who's the other letter from?" Harry looked at the letter, his address, nothing to tell who the sender was, then he turned to it over, to find a red wax seal, a Phoenixuss, James' crest. Harry ripped the letter open.


Hey Harry, wassup?

It nice and hot down here in Australia, even winter hot, in good weather, anyway, how are you? Well I trust. Listen, There something big I've got to tell you, but officially, I can't tell you in this letter, anyway, I'm coming to visit at Ron's in a day or so, so I'll explain all there, but I can't say a lot at the moment, but anyway you'll find out soon enough.

Til then

James Wills

Harry shook his head, what was this big news, what was going on? He'd learn all tomorrow or today, probably.........


Well, how was it? I'm experimenting with a different style of writing, what do you think? Now, this time I'd don't plead for reviews, I WANT at least 5 reviews, more would be good. Flames welcome.

Paladin Starfire

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