Harry Potter Book, Six
and
The War of Dumbledore's Army
Chapter One-
MAD-EYE'S EXPLANATION
Harry Potter sat on the edge of his cozy bed, looking at the ceiling. He felt away from the world.
He felt that he didn't belong anywhere anymore. Either he or Voldemort would have to die in the end.
This prophecy... it was rubbish. Harry chose not to believe it. But if Dumbledore did– then it had to be
true.
Hedwig hooted gleefully in her cage in Harry's small bedroom in 4 Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon
was at work while Aunt Petunia sat downstairs knitting a snowcap for Dudley. It was summer.
Harry particularly thought Aunt Petunia was off her rocker when she began making cauldron-
shaped pancakes in the morning and had even let Harry have some.
Harry found that life was incredibly boring. Right after he had gotten home from the Hogwarts
Express last year, Dumbledore had sent him a letter saying that no one was aloud to owl him in case the
letter was intercepted. Dumbledore said he was not taking any chance of being found at 12 Grimmauld
Place.
He still remembered what Ron and Hermione had promised– "Don't worry mate... we'll have
you out of there as soon as possible."
It was only the second week of June, and Harry felt like it had been an eternity since those last
words were uttered.
He didn't want to think about Ron and Hermione though. When he thought of them, he thought
of Lupin, Mad-Eye, and Tonks... and Sirius. Sirius died during a battle when his cousin cursed him.
Harry began to cry at this very moment.
Sirius was more than a godfather to him. A father almost! Even a brother! His thoughts of Sirius
were short-lived though, when Aunt Petunia's joyful voice called his name.
"HAARRRRRYYY!!!! HARRY DEAREST!! COME DOWNSTAIRS! I NEED TO TALK TO
YOOOOUU!"
Harry raised his eyebrows when he heard the word "dearest" which echoed through his mind.
"Erm– be right down," he said and jumped off his bed. He glided down the stairs and into the
living room. Aunt Petunia was sitting in a comfortable leather chair, but was not sounding cheery
anymore. In fact, she was bawling her eyes out and cursing softly.
"Aunt P-P-Petunia?" Harry muttered as he walked over to her. He tried to bring her head up but
she hit his hand.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" she screamed violently as if she were being abused.
"Gosh, sorry. Did you need to talk to me?" Harry said quietly as he backed away.
"HARRY!! Do you know what I just discovered in the mail? A bill for over two hundred pounds
of cigarette orders from PERU! THEY WERE FOR DUDLEY! MY PERFECT DUDLEY! NOT YOU!
BUT DUDLEEEEYYY!!!!" She shrieked, horrified... and began crying again. "But of course... that's
not why I called you in here," she altered her voice to a calm tone, as if she had just suffered an
unexplainable mood change. "I called you in here because some people named Lupin and Tonks are
coming to get you tomorrow morning. I think you know what this is about?"
Harry nodded.
"You are not to tell your uncle or cousin, understand? I will tell them you ran away. I must do
this with explicit orders from Albus."
"You know Dumbledore?" Harry asked, surprised.
"Well yes, my sister went to Hogwarts didn't she? He also sent me an owl."
At that very moment, Uncle Vernon burst through the door, gleaming, home from work and
grabbed the mail.
"Bill...Bill... Advertisement...Bill...First Class mail from Peru...Bill... Wait a second!" Uncle
Vernon halted and took out the pieces of paper from the Peru letter.
"CIGARETTES!?!? PERU!!?! TWO HUNDRED POUNDS!? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?"
Harry had never heard Uncle Vernon say that word before and laughed to himself.
"DUDLEY!" Uncle Vernon screamed at the top of his lungs. Dudley came waddling from
upstairs and into the kitchen where Uncle Vernon was billowing smoke from his ears.
"Smoking have you, you shitty wrench?" Uncle Vernon growled.
"What?" Dudley said absent-mindedly. Aunt Petunia was standing behind him.
"You heard me... SMOKING! YOU HAVE BEEN SMOKING!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
"I don't know what your talking about," Dudley said and turned to walk away but ran into Aunt
Petunia who was looking like Satan's sister from the fiery depths of hell.
"Dudley.. Pumpkin. Did you order cigarettes from Peru?"
Dudley's face turned white. Uncle Vernon closed in on his son. Harry backed away and watched
from the top of stairs with amusement. Ahhh... The moment has finally come where Dudley gets the
crap kicked out of him. Good... Good..."
Summer had greatly increased in enjoyment after Dudley was whipped with Uncle Vernon's
belt. Harry laid on his bed, laughing to himself. Aunt Petunia surprised Harry about how much she knew
with the wizarding world. She seemed to be having conversations with him now and then about magic
and the Ministry. It made Harry think she was disguised as a Muggle and was actually a witch.
At four o'clock pm the next day, Harry sat downstairs conversing with Aunt Petunia. Half way
through their conversation of chocolate frogs, a crack burst throughout the room and three figures instead
of two arrived in the fireplace, earlier than expected.
Tonks, with bright pink hair spiked up, emerged into the light from the shadowy fireplace first.
She looked terrified and held her wand up.
"Accio Harry Potter's trunk!" she shouted and there were bangs down the staircase and all of a
sudden, a huge boom slammed through the insulated wall as remnants of the barrier flew into the room.
When the dust had settled, Harry's trunk sat in the middle of the room. Aunt Petunia had flown up, a
long stick in her hand.
"Hello Tonks," she said. When she turned around, Harry gasped.
Aunt Petunia had a wand in her hand.
"No time to explain Harry..." she laughed, but Lupin dragged her to the kitchen when Harry
heard them mumbling indistinctly.
"What–!? No– Hogwarts is closed? Affotts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?–WHOSE
DEAD!?!" Harry heard Aunt Petunia say fearfully. His stomach lurched. Someone was dead. Someone
had been killed.
"HARRY! GOD DAMN IT! GET YOUR STUFF BEFORE THIS HOUSE FALLS APART!"
Tonks said fearfully as she pointed to five or six more wholes in the wall where more of Harry's stuff had
come flying through including Hedwig's cage which was not occupied, Harry's Firebolt, and other
various objects including books, and presents from Hermione, Ron, the Weasleys, Hagrid, and
Dumbledore all sent through with Dumbledore's gift.
Harry ran upstairs, but as soon as he got to the last step, the stairs collapsed below him, and the
wall with the holes collapsed in, bringing down much of the second floor. Dudley was out with his
friends, probably smoking the new cigarettes from Peru.
Harry ducked out of the way and got to his room just in time. Most of his stuff had been cleared
away by Tonks except for his cloak, a few items of clothing, a Sneakoscope, and some galleons. Harry
gathered up these items, including his wand which was laid neatly on his desk.
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET DOWNSTAIRS?" Harry yelled for Tonks.
Tonks appeared at the bottom of the steps. "Hold on," she said and raised her wand. Harry
winced at a sense of foreboding.
"WINGUARDIUM LEVIOSA!"
Harry, penetrated, flew downstairs and floated right into the wooden pillar which broke in half
and sent more of the second floor down on Harry who yelled horrendously and scooted out of the way.
Aunt Petunia, not taking notice to any of this, came running into the room with her clothes
packed and makeup packed in two suitcases.
A shadowy figure, the third one, stepped out of the fire. It was Mad-Eye-Moody.
"Are we ready? There isn't much time. Everyone is in terror just south of London. Dementors are
in the streets killing Muggles!" Mad-Eye said, for the first time Harry had ever heard him say that way,
fearfully.
Harry's eyes widened. DEMENTORS in the streets!?
"HARRY!" Tonks yelled. "YOUR UNCLE IS HOME!" She looked out the window. Aunt
Petunia pointed her want at the back door.
"Lockoctus!" She shrieked and the door locked immediatly.
"INTO THE FIRE!" Lupin yelled forecefully and threw some floo power into the blaze. Aunt
Petunia placed herself in and yelled 12 Grimmauld Place. She vanished.
"Harry," Mad-Eye said. "Things have been happening. Death Eaters are everywhere... new ones!
Giants were in France this morning destroying villages. Dementors are killing Muggles. Fudge is in an
uproar. Your not safe hear anymore. The Dementors are coming this way. This is why were leaving."
Mad-Eye threw some floo powder into the fire and pushed Harry in.
"12 GRIMMAULD PLACE!" he yelled and dissappeared just as Uncle Vernon tried to get
through the back door...
Lupin was next... he grabbed Harry's owl cage to close it, but Hedwig came fluttering in at that
moment and hopped inside.
"Tonks! Get his books! Mad-Eye... get the floo powder ready!"
Mad-Eye grabbed some sand and threw it into the fire. Lupin jumped in with Tonks at the same
time.
"12 GRIMMAULD PLACE!" they both exclaimed. Mad-Eye looked around for any of Harry's
stuff. Harry had taken his trunk with him. Mad-Eye threw some floo powder into the ardor and jumped in
as soon as Uncle Vernon kicked in the door in rage.
"OH MY GOD!" he yelled furiously at the collapsed stairs and wall. He then fainted and awoke
the next morning, very confused...
and
The War of Dumbledore's Army
Chapter One-
MAD-EYE'S EXPLANATION
Harry Potter sat on the edge of his cozy bed, looking at the ceiling. He felt away from the world.
He felt that he didn't belong anywhere anymore. Either he or Voldemort would have to die in the end.
This prophecy... it was rubbish. Harry chose not to believe it. But if Dumbledore did– then it had to be
true.
Hedwig hooted gleefully in her cage in Harry's small bedroom in 4 Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon
was at work while Aunt Petunia sat downstairs knitting a snowcap for Dudley. It was summer.
Harry particularly thought Aunt Petunia was off her rocker when she began making cauldron-
shaped pancakes in the morning and had even let Harry have some.
Harry found that life was incredibly boring. Right after he had gotten home from the Hogwarts
Express last year, Dumbledore had sent him a letter saying that no one was aloud to owl him in case the
letter was intercepted. Dumbledore said he was not taking any chance of being found at 12 Grimmauld
Place.
He still remembered what Ron and Hermione had promised– "Don't worry mate... we'll have
you out of there as soon as possible."
It was only the second week of June, and Harry felt like it had been an eternity since those last
words were uttered.
He didn't want to think about Ron and Hermione though. When he thought of them, he thought
of Lupin, Mad-Eye, and Tonks... and Sirius. Sirius died during a battle when his cousin cursed him.
Harry began to cry at this very moment.
Sirius was more than a godfather to him. A father almost! Even a brother! His thoughts of Sirius
were short-lived though, when Aunt Petunia's joyful voice called his name.
"HAARRRRRYYY!!!! HARRY DEAREST!! COME DOWNSTAIRS! I NEED TO TALK TO
YOOOOUU!"
Harry raised his eyebrows when he heard the word "dearest" which echoed through his mind.
"Erm– be right down," he said and jumped off his bed. He glided down the stairs and into the
living room. Aunt Petunia was sitting in a comfortable leather chair, but was not sounding cheery
anymore. In fact, she was bawling her eyes out and cursing softly.
"Aunt P-P-Petunia?" Harry muttered as he walked over to her. He tried to bring her head up but
she hit his hand.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" she screamed violently as if she were being abused.
"Gosh, sorry. Did you need to talk to me?" Harry said quietly as he backed away.
"HARRY!! Do you know what I just discovered in the mail? A bill for over two hundred pounds
of cigarette orders from PERU! THEY WERE FOR DUDLEY! MY PERFECT DUDLEY! NOT YOU!
BUT DUDLEEEEYYY!!!!" She shrieked, horrified... and began crying again. "But of course... that's
not why I called you in here," she altered her voice to a calm tone, as if she had just suffered an
unexplainable mood change. "I called you in here because some people named Lupin and Tonks are
coming to get you tomorrow morning. I think you know what this is about?"
Harry nodded.
"You are not to tell your uncle or cousin, understand? I will tell them you ran away. I must do
this with explicit orders from Albus."
"You know Dumbledore?" Harry asked, surprised.
"Well yes, my sister went to Hogwarts didn't she? He also sent me an owl."
At that very moment, Uncle Vernon burst through the door, gleaming, home from work and
grabbed the mail.
"Bill...Bill... Advertisement...Bill...First Class mail from Peru...Bill... Wait a second!" Uncle
Vernon halted and took out the pieces of paper from the Peru letter.
"CIGARETTES!?!? PERU!!?! TWO HUNDRED POUNDS!? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?"
Harry had never heard Uncle Vernon say that word before and laughed to himself.
"DUDLEY!" Uncle Vernon screamed at the top of his lungs. Dudley came waddling from
upstairs and into the kitchen where Uncle Vernon was billowing smoke from his ears.
"Smoking have you, you shitty wrench?" Uncle Vernon growled.
"What?" Dudley said absent-mindedly. Aunt Petunia was standing behind him.
"You heard me... SMOKING! YOU HAVE BEEN SMOKING!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
"I don't know what your talking about," Dudley said and turned to walk away but ran into Aunt
Petunia who was looking like Satan's sister from the fiery depths of hell.
"Dudley.. Pumpkin. Did you order cigarettes from Peru?"
Dudley's face turned white. Uncle Vernon closed in on his son. Harry backed away and watched
from the top of stairs with amusement. Ahhh... The moment has finally come where Dudley gets the
crap kicked out of him. Good... Good..."
Summer had greatly increased in enjoyment after Dudley was whipped with Uncle Vernon's
belt. Harry laid on his bed, laughing to himself. Aunt Petunia surprised Harry about how much she knew
with the wizarding world. She seemed to be having conversations with him now and then about magic
and the Ministry. It made Harry think she was disguised as a Muggle and was actually a witch.
At four o'clock pm the next day, Harry sat downstairs conversing with Aunt Petunia. Half way
through their conversation of chocolate frogs, a crack burst throughout the room and three figures instead
of two arrived in the fireplace, earlier than expected.
Tonks, with bright pink hair spiked up, emerged into the light from the shadowy fireplace first.
She looked terrified and held her wand up.
"Accio Harry Potter's trunk!" she shouted and there were bangs down the staircase and all of a
sudden, a huge boom slammed through the insulated wall as remnants of the barrier flew into the room.
When the dust had settled, Harry's trunk sat in the middle of the room. Aunt Petunia had flown up, a
long stick in her hand.
"Hello Tonks," she said. When she turned around, Harry gasped.
Aunt Petunia had a wand in her hand.
"No time to explain Harry..." she laughed, but Lupin dragged her to the kitchen when Harry
heard them mumbling indistinctly.
"What–!? No– Hogwarts is closed? Affotts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?–WHOSE
DEAD!?!" Harry heard Aunt Petunia say fearfully. His stomach lurched. Someone was dead. Someone
had been killed.
"HARRY! GOD DAMN IT! GET YOUR STUFF BEFORE THIS HOUSE FALLS APART!"
Tonks said fearfully as she pointed to five or six more wholes in the wall where more of Harry's stuff had
come flying through including Hedwig's cage which was not occupied, Harry's Firebolt, and other
various objects including books, and presents from Hermione, Ron, the Weasleys, Hagrid, and
Dumbledore all sent through with Dumbledore's gift.
Harry ran upstairs, but as soon as he got to the last step, the stairs collapsed below him, and the
wall with the holes collapsed in, bringing down much of the second floor. Dudley was out with his
friends, probably smoking the new cigarettes from Peru.
Harry ducked out of the way and got to his room just in time. Most of his stuff had been cleared
away by Tonks except for his cloak, a few items of clothing, a Sneakoscope, and some galleons. Harry
gathered up these items, including his wand which was laid neatly on his desk.
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET DOWNSTAIRS?" Harry yelled for Tonks.
Tonks appeared at the bottom of the steps. "Hold on," she said and raised her wand. Harry
winced at a sense of foreboding.
"WINGUARDIUM LEVIOSA!"
Harry, penetrated, flew downstairs and floated right into the wooden pillar which broke in half
and sent more of the second floor down on Harry who yelled horrendously and scooted out of the way.
Aunt Petunia, not taking notice to any of this, came running into the room with her clothes
packed and makeup packed in two suitcases.
A shadowy figure, the third one, stepped out of the fire. It was Mad-Eye-Moody.
"Are we ready? There isn't much time. Everyone is in terror just south of London. Dementors are
in the streets killing Muggles!" Mad-Eye said, for the first time Harry had ever heard him say that way,
fearfully.
Harry's eyes widened. DEMENTORS in the streets!?
"HARRY!" Tonks yelled. "YOUR UNCLE IS HOME!" She looked out the window. Aunt
Petunia pointed her want at the back door.
"Lockoctus!" She shrieked and the door locked immediatly.
"INTO THE FIRE!" Lupin yelled forecefully and threw some floo power into the blaze. Aunt
Petunia placed herself in and yelled 12 Grimmauld Place. She vanished.
"Harry," Mad-Eye said. "Things have been happening. Death Eaters are everywhere... new ones!
Giants were in France this morning destroying villages. Dementors are killing Muggles. Fudge is in an
uproar. Your not safe hear anymore. The Dementors are coming this way. This is why were leaving."
Mad-Eye threw some floo powder into the fire and pushed Harry in.
"12 GRIMMAULD PLACE!" he yelled and dissappeared just as Uncle Vernon tried to get
through the back door...
Lupin was next... he grabbed Harry's owl cage to close it, but Hedwig came fluttering in at that
moment and hopped inside.
"Tonks! Get his books! Mad-Eye... get the floo powder ready!"
Mad-Eye grabbed some sand and threw it into the fire. Lupin jumped in with Tonks at the same
time.
"12 GRIMMAULD PLACE!" they both exclaimed. Mad-Eye looked around for any of Harry's
stuff. Harry had taken his trunk with him. Mad-Eye threw some floo powder into the ardor and jumped in
as soon as Uncle Vernon kicked in the door in rage.
"OH MY GOD!" he yelled furiously at the collapsed stairs and wall. He then fainted and awoke
the next morning, very confused...