Disclaimer: Most of the things here are J.K. Rowling's, but anything you don't recognize
from previous Harry Potter books is mine.
"It's all my fault…it must be. It's my fault he's dead!" cried out Harry. He was
standing in front of the veil, the one Sirius had fallen into, shivering.
"It's not you're fault. Harry. It's mine," whispered a voice behind him. "I sent
you to the Department of Mysteries. I sent my Death Eaters to kill you. Sirius got in the
way, so he was killed instead. It was a minor sacrifice on my part. In fact, it wasn't a
sacrifice at all. I wanted him dead, Harry. He was just a pest, to be gotten rid of. It's
good that he's dead…"
"NO! Stop it! Sirius should be living! He should be here with me. It is you're
fault for killing him…it's all you're fault…I hate you! I'll kill you! I will!" Harry turned
around quickly to see the ends of Voldemort's mouth curve upward, into a smile that
made Harry's scar tingle with coldness. Then Lord Voldemort disappeared in a bright
green light.
Harry woke up in his bed at number Four Privet Drive. He ha left the window
open, in hopes that Hedwig would come back in the night, with a response to a letter he
had written to Dumbledore. But now it was raining, and the water was dripping onto the
floor, making the room freezing. He got up and looked outside to see Hedwig
approaching.
"Come on in," he said quietly to her. "I'll read that letter in the morning, don't
worry," Harry said in response to his owl persistently pecking at his head. He placed the
letter with the official Hogwarts stamp on it on top of his dresser, and climbed into bed.
***
In the morning, Harry awoke to the sound of Uncle Vernon singing in the shower.
He felt very tempted to knock on the door and yell something rude to his uncle, but
decided that it would be best if he simply tried to get along with the Dursleys. After all,
he had to spend another month living there. A few hours later, he ran up to his room to
clean out Hedwig's cage. As soon as he opened the door, she flew across the room to
Harry's dresser, where the letter still lay, unopened.
"Okay, I'm sorry, I forgot about the letter. I'll open it right now. Would you
please just stop pecking my head?!"
Dearest Harry,
I have instructed Hedwig to make sure you get this letter
right away. This is of an extreme importance. After I read previous
letter, my first instinct was that you should begin practicing
Occolmency. However, Lord Voldemort is not one to repeat himself. I
do not wish to say any further in this letter, as it can be read by some of
whom would not use the information in a way that I would like them to.
I have attached a Port Key to this letter, but it may be more advanced
than any you have come into contact before. It will only work within the
hours of midnight, and noon tomorrow. To activate the Port Key simply
Tap your wand on my signature, and say aloud the name of the club you
started last school semester.
Sincerely yours,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry quickly checked his watch, to find that there were exactly fifteen seconds
left until noon. He hurriedly started to look for his wand.
13…
It was not in his suitcase, where he thought he had left it.
11…
Nor was it under his bed.
"DAD! MOM! QUICK, COME HERE!" bellowed Dudley. Harry rushed
downstairs, realizing too late where he had mistakenly left his wand the night before,
when he had taken it out of his pocket to examine it.
9…
"He left that…that…thing…in the living room!" yelled Dudley frantically.
8…
"Just give it here Dudley!" Harry hollered back.
7…
Harry reached to grab it off of the chair.
6…
Uncle Vernon came back into the room holding a hammer.
5…
"I"LL GET RID OF THAT ONCE AND FOR ALL!" he shouted at Harry.
4…
"No! Wait! Let me just explain! Please!" he cried out.
3…
His uncle walked over to the chair that Harry's wand was on.
2…
Uncle Vernon lifted the hammer up over his head and…
1…
smashed it down onto the wand. He lifted it up again, and then brought it down upon the
broken wand. Sparks started shooting out of the wand, but Uncle Vernon continued in
destroying the one thing that truly protected Harry from harm.
Suddenly, a loud "pop" noise was heard coming from behind them all. Harry
turned around miserably only to be cheered up again. Standing there in front of them all,
ready to fix all of Harry's problems (or so he thought), was Professor Dumbledore
himself.
Thanx a whole bunch to Anna for helping me out with this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
from previous Harry Potter books is mine.
"It's all my fault…it must be. It's my fault he's dead!" cried out Harry. He was
standing in front of the veil, the one Sirius had fallen into, shivering.
"It's not you're fault. Harry. It's mine," whispered a voice behind him. "I sent
you to the Department of Mysteries. I sent my Death Eaters to kill you. Sirius got in the
way, so he was killed instead. It was a minor sacrifice on my part. In fact, it wasn't a
sacrifice at all. I wanted him dead, Harry. He was just a pest, to be gotten rid of. It's
good that he's dead…"
"NO! Stop it! Sirius should be living! He should be here with me. It is you're
fault for killing him…it's all you're fault…I hate you! I'll kill you! I will!" Harry turned
around quickly to see the ends of Voldemort's mouth curve upward, into a smile that
made Harry's scar tingle with coldness. Then Lord Voldemort disappeared in a bright
green light.
Harry woke up in his bed at number Four Privet Drive. He ha left the window
open, in hopes that Hedwig would come back in the night, with a response to a letter he
had written to Dumbledore. But now it was raining, and the water was dripping onto the
floor, making the room freezing. He got up and looked outside to see Hedwig
approaching.
"Come on in," he said quietly to her. "I'll read that letter in the morning, don't
worry," Harry said in response to his owl persistently pecking at his head. He placed the
letter with the official Hogwarts stamp on it on top of his dresser, and climbed into bed.
***
In the morning, Harry awoke to the sound of Uncle Vernon singing in the shower.
He felt very tempted to knock on the door and yell something rude to his uncle, but
decided that it would be best if he simply tried to get along with the Dursleys. After all,
he had to spend another month living there. A few hours later, he ran up to his room to
clean out Hedwig's cage. As soon as he opened the door, she flew across the room to
Harry's dresser, where the letter still lay, unopened.
"Okay, I'm sorry, I forgot about the letter. I'll open it right now. Would you
please just stop pecking my head?!"
Dearest Harry,
I have instructed Hedwig to make sure you get this letter
right away. This is of an extreme importance. After I read previous
letter, my first instinct was that you should begin practicing
Occolmency. However, Lord Voldemort is not one to repeat himself. I
do not wish to say any further in this letter, as it can be read by some of
whom would not use the information in a way that I would like them to.
I have attached a Port Key to this letter, but it may be more advanced
than any you have come into contact before. It will only work within the
hours of midnight, and noon tomorrow. To activate the Port Key simply
Tap your wand on my signature, and say aloud the name of the club you
started last school semester.
Sincerely yours,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry quickly checked his watch, to find that there were exactly fifteen seconds
left until noon. He hurriedly started to look for his wand.
13…
It was not in his suitcase, where he thought he had left it.
11…
Nor was it under his bed.
"DAD! MOM! QUICK, COME HERE!" bellowed Dudley. Harry rushed
downstairs, realizing too late where he had mistakenly left his wand the night before,
when he had taken it out of his pocket to examine it.
9…
"He left that…that…thing…in the living room!" yelled Dudley frantically.
8…
"Just give it here Dudley!" Harry hollered back.
7…
Harry reached to grab it off of the chair.
6…
Uncle Vernon came back into the room holding a hammer.
5…
"I"LL GET RID OF THAT ONCE AND FOR ALL!" he shouted at Harry.
4…
"No! Wait! Let me just explain! Please!" he cried out.
3…
His uncle walked over to the chair that Harry's wand was on.
2…
Uncle Vernon lifted the hammer up over his head and…
1…
smashed it down onto the wand. He lifted it up again, and then brought it down upon the
broken wand. Sparks started shooting out of the wand, but Uncle Vernon continued in
destroying the one thing that truly protected Harry from harm.
Suddenly, a loud "pop" noise was heard coming from behind them all. Harry
turned around miserably only to be cheered up again. Standing there in front of them all,
ready to fix all of Harry's problems (or so he thought), was Professor Dumbledore
himself.
Thanx a whole bunch to Anna for helping me out with this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!