I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, although I
wish I did. The ideas used in this book came out of MY head,
and are not in any way related to J.K. Rowling. This is a
continuation of Harry Potter and the Squib at Number Four. If
you haven't read that yet, read it first. ENJOY!!!!!!
Harry Potter and the Departure of Dumbledore
Chapter 1- The Expulsion
It was a cool evening in Surrey that night, the winds blowing slowly against the people sauntering down the sidewalk for an evening stroll. The moon shone bright in the starry sky, and Mars was unusually bright, as it sometimes came to be in parts of Europe and France. Most people wouldn't know what these signs meant, but if you were someone like Harry Potter, a fifteen-year-old wizard, you would know that a strange and eventful was brewing.
Harry sat on his bed as our story takes place, and he was doing no more or less than thinking about a mistake that he had made earlier that day. He had placed a Memory Charm upon his Aunt Petunia, after she had told him the truth about her mysterious past. She had been a Squib, a person who was born a wizard, but has no magical powers. She had hated her adopted sister, Lily, for being able to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which created a barrier in between the two for almost their whole lives. Lily had become a very skilled witch, and that made Aunt Petunia even angrier. Of course, she had no idea that she had told Harry such information, and was acting perfectly content downstairs in her nightgown, as she watched gardening special in the living room.
This may have seemed like it all worked out fine, but Harry knew what was about to happen. Any minute now, the Ministry of Magic would swoop down on him and expel him from Hogwarts. Harry was an underage wizard, and he wasn't allowed to use magic out of school.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the front door of the Dursley house, at Number Four, Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon groaned from the living room, and set down the newspaper he was reading. "We don't want to participate in any raffles, sign up for Girl Scout cookies, or give money to the poor!" he shouted.
There was another bang at the door. "DID YOU HEAR ME?! Uncle Vernon shouted. "I TOLD YOU TO GO AWAY!!!!" There was silence after he said that. Then, without warning, two men suddenly appeared in front of the front door. By this time, Harry was already at the foot of the stairs, and knew who the men were.
"WHAT THE DEVIL ARE YOU BLOODY MEN DOING IN MY HOME?!! shouted Uncle Vernon.
"That is quite enough of that," said one of the men. He put his wand out in front of him, and said, "Peripsio!" Uncle Vernon's mouth was suddenly stuck together. He couldn't speak.
"I am Cornelius Fudge," said the man, "and I have some news for you and your nephew, Harry."
Cornelius was standing next to his assistant, Smithers, who walked over to Aunt Petunia, and started taking notes on her appearance. "Get out of my face, you old bug!" barked Aunt Petunia.
"Hello Mr. Fudge," said Harry, stepping into view. "It's nice to see you."
"Unfortunately, Harry," said Fudge, "I cannot say the same. At three 'o clock this afternoon, you performed a Memory Charm at this residence on your Aunt Petunia. We didn't respond to this because I was detained by business, and I had to be here personally to explain what is going to be happening." He took a deep breath.
"Harry, more than three times over the past three years, you have performed magic while you still remain an underage wizard. As you very well know, that is not allowed, as could lead to an expulsion from Hogwarts. I am sorry to say that..." He couldn't continue. "I am sorry to say that you are expelled from Hogwarts as of now."
Harry stood there in consternation. He couldn't move. He had goosebumps all over, and the back of his neck prickled. A tear rolled down his cheek. Then he turned, and ran upstairs. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. He fell onto his bed, and closed his eyes.
"Harry," said Fudge quietly, who was standing at the door. "I know that you don't like what you're hearing, but I don't make the rules, I only follow them. Come to think of it, I do make most of the rules, don't I?" He looked cheerfully around the room. Then he looked at Harry, and his smile faded quickly. "Harry," he said. "I must take Hedwig."
"No!" shouted Harry. "You can expel me from Hogwarts, and take away everyone that I love and hold dear to me, but you can't take away Hedwig! You can even take my wand if you want to, but you are not laying a hand on my owl!" Hedwig hooted happily, a proud supporter of her master's words.
"Hand my your wand please." Harry walked slowly over to his wand, and grabbed it. Then he walked over to Fudge, and handed the wand to him. This really sucks, he thought.
wish I did. The ideas used in this book came out of MY head,
and are not in any way related to J.K. Rowling. This is a
continuation of Harry Potter and the Squib at Number Four. If
you haven't read that yet, read it first. ENJOY!!!!!!
Harry Potter and the Departure of Dumbledore
Chapter 1- The Expulsion
It was a cool evening in Surrey that night, the winds blowing slowly against the people sauntering down the sidewalk for an evening stroll. The moon shone bright in the starry sky, and Mars was unusually bright, as it sometimes came to be in parts of Europe and France. Most people wouldn't know what these signs meant, but if you were someone like Harry Potter, a fifteen-year-old wizard, you would know that a strange and eventful was brewing.
Harry sat on his bed as our story takes place, and he was doing no more or less than thinking about a mistake that he had made earlier that day. He had placed a Memory Charm upon his Aunt Petunia, after she had told him the truth about her mysterious past. She had been a Squib, a person who was born a wizard, but has no magical powers. She had hated her adopted sister, Lily, for being able to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which created a barrier in between the two for almost their whole lives. Lily had become a very skilled witch, and that made Aunt Petunia even angrier. Of course, she had no idea that she had told Harry such information, and was acting perfectly content downstairs in her nightgown, as she watched gardening special in the living room.
This may have seemed like it all worked out fine, but Harry knew what was about to happen. Any minute now, the Ministry of Magic would swoop down on him and expel him from Hogwarts. Harry was an underage wizard, and he wasn't allowed to use magic out of school.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the front door of the Dursley house, at Number Four, Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon groaned from the living room, and set down the newspaper he was reading. "We don't want to participate in any raffles, sign up for Girl Scout cookies, or give money to the poor!" he shouted.
There was another bang at the door. "DID YOU HEAR ME?! Uncle Vernon shouted. "I TOLD YOU TO GO AWAY!!!!" There was silence after he said that. Then, without warning, two men suddenly appeared in front of the front door. By this time, Harry was already at the foot of the stairs, and knew who the men were.
"WHAT THE DEVIL ARE YOU BLOODY MEN DOING IN MY HOME?!! shouted Uncle Vernon.
"That is quite enough of that," said one of the men. He put his wand out in front of him, and said, "Peripsio!" Uncle Vernon's mouth was suddenly stuck together. He couldn't speak.
"I am Cornelius Fudge," said the man, "and I have some news for you and your nephew, Harry."
Cornelius was standing next to his assistant, Smithers, who walked over to Aunt Petunia, and started taking notes on her appearance. "Get out of my face, you old bug!" barked Aunt Petunia.
"Hello Mr. Fudge," said Harry, stepping into view. "It's nice to see you."
"Unfortunately, Harry," said Fudge, "I cannot say the same. At three 'o clock this afternoon, you performed a Memory Charm at this residence on your Aunt Petunia. We didn't respond to this because I was detained by business, and I had to be here personally to explain what is going to be happening." He took a deep breath.
"Harry, more than three times over the past three years, you have performed magic while you still remain an underage wizard. As you very well know, that is not allowed, as could lead to an expulsion from Hogwarts. I am sorry to say that..." He couldn't continue. "I am sorry to say that you are expelled from Hogwarts as of now."
Harry stood there in consternation. He couldn't move. He had goosebumps all over, and the back of his neck prickled. A tear rolled down his cheek. Then he turned, and ran upstairs. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. He fell onto his bed, and closed his eyes.
"Harry," said Fudge quietly, who was standing at the door. "I know that you don't like what you're hearing, but I don't make the rules, I only follow them. Come to think of it, I do make most of the rules, don't I?" He looked cheerfully around the room. Then he looked at Harry, and his smile faded quickly. "Harry," he said. "I must take Hedwig."
"No!" shouted Harry. "You can expel me from Hogwarts, and take away everyone that I love and hold dear to me, but you can't take away Hedwig! You can even take my wand if you want to, but you are not laying a hand on my owl!" Hedwig hooted happily, a proud supporter of her master's words.
"Hand my your wand please." Harry walked slowly over to his wand, and grabbed it. Then he walked over to Fudge, and handed the wand to him. This really sucks, he thought.
