Harry Potter and the Mystery of the Chamber Book 7
-Chapter One - The Lonely Birthday
It was a hot, sticky day in Little Whining, Surrey. The weather had been extremely pleasent since the beginning of summer. People could be seen in the streets talking away happily to each other, people in town centres could be seen shopping until they dropped and children could be heard playing endlessly until the break of dawn. Privet Drive was known for its loud, boisterous residents but it was far too hot for people to get all worked up and bothered today. Everyone had retreated to the safety of their homes, where there was less chance of them getting too dehydrated or sunburnt. Well, everyone except a skinny teenage boy who thought it much safer to be outside, out of the way of his Aunt and Uncle. This way he couldn't get blamed for things happening in the house like, the television screen going funny or the remote control going missing. He was lying on the lawn of number four, underneath an old oak tree, reading about himself in an old book called 'Dark Wizards and their Downfall'. '' ...and to this day, people still do not know how young Harry Potter managed to survive with only a small scar on his forehead whilst the Dark Lord is stripped of all his power and is now left too weak to carry on living.....'' 'Well this book needs a good re-write!' Harry said, slamming the book shut. Just over two years ago Voldemort had returned to full power. Already he has tried to kill Harry three times but has so far failed in his quest. Harry knows that one day he will have to fight Voldemort on his own until the death of one of them but the longer it can wait the better. Harry pulled himself of the ground and brushed all the grass of him that had stuck to his clothes. He looked across the road and saw Mrs. Figg opening her windows, letting in some fresh air. Seeing her reminded Harry of the wizarding world. Harry hadn't had contact with anyone outside of School since the train journey home from Hogwarts two months ago. Were Ron and Hermione just simply having too much fun together that they forgot to write to Harry? He had been 17 for three whole days and he still hadn't recieved one letter from any of his friends. Not one just to say 'Happy Birthday Harry' or 'How you holding up with your Aunt and Uncle Harry?' or not even one saying 'So. I hear you havn't died yet Harry!' Harry wasn't really that bothered about not getting any birthday cards, what he really wanted was to know what was happening in the order and if there was anymore news on the whereabouts of Voldemort.
Why hasn't anyone been keeping me informed he costantly asked himself. The only way Harry was keeping up to date with the news from the wizarding world was through his prescription to the Daily Prophet. The temperature was getting cooler and the sun was disappearing behind the roof tops of Privet Drive. Harry dragged himself inside the house to have a quick wash before he had to sit down with the Dursley's for dinner. ' Why are you looking so sheepish boy? Have you been up to something?' asked Uncle Vernon menacingly as Harry started to slowly make his way up the stairs to the bathroom. ' I'm tired thats all. Is that OK?' replied Harry 'Don't get cheeky with me or theres no dinner for you tonight. I've had enough of you for one day' said Uncle Vernon. 'But you haven't even seen me today and I haven't done anything wrong so get off my case' 'What did I just tell you boy?' 'Yeah whatever' Harry knew that he'd better not show his face downstairs for the rest of the night or there would be trouble. All he wanted was to be left alone in his room where he could be undisturbed to Study his old school books ready for the next school year. Since Harry was entering his seventh and final year at Hogwarts he would have to work twice as hard if he wanted to get the grades needed to be an Auror. Harry knew that he would have to pass his end of year NEWT's with flying colours. Not only did Harry have the pressures of exams, Voldemort and Prefect duty to deal with but he also had the Pressures of being the Gryffindor Quiddich Captain. Gryffindor had won the quidditch cup three times in the last four years and Harry wanted to make sure that he left Hogwarts at the end of his school life as the Quidditch champion. All these thoughts were spinning through Harry's mind as he approached his room. Harry opened his bedroom door to see two owls hooting excitedly on his bed. The first owl he recognised as his own owl, Hedwig, and the second one , a tawny brown owl, looked like a school owl. They both had letters attached to their legs. Harry excited ran over to his bed and proceeded to remove the letters. Hedwigs letter seemed to be from Ron. It had his scribbly handwriting on it. The second had the Hogwarts crest emblazed on the back and was neatly address to Harry. Harry had been waiting to hear from Ron for ages and chose to read his letter first. He ripped open the envelope and started to read.
Harry, Sorry I haven't written to you much this summer. Dads been using all of our owls for Work and for the Order. There's still no news on 'you know who' yet but we do know his army is getting stronger now that he has the dementors back on his side. Don't know if you saw the Daily Prophet a few days ago but all of 'you know who's' death eaters have escaped the wizard guards at Azkaban and have probably already joined up with 'him' again. Dumbledore has visited us a few times keeping us updated but mum keeps sending me and Ginny up stairs whenever he comes round. Fred and George are making loads of Galleons at 'Weasleys wizzing Wheezes'. They've made a new stick of gum that expands the more you chew it. I couldnt close my mouth for an hour after chewing it!! Anyway, I cant tell you anymore about the order incase this falls into the wrong hands. Mum said you can stay with us for the remainder of the holiday if it's okey with your Aunt and Uncle. Dumbledore said it was fine so I hope you can. Send an owl with your answer as soon as you can. Can't wait to see you. Ron
PS. Hope you had a great Birthday. Ive got you a present but Hedwig couldn't manage the letter and the present!
Harry felt much happier after he'd finished reading. They hadn't forgotten about him after all. Harry quickly grabbed a small peice of parchment and wrote his reply.
Got you letter Ron. I don't care if it's alright with my Aunt and Uncle or not. I'm coming to stay with you. Pick me up tomorrow at about 11am if you can. Cheers. Harry.
He finished his letter and tied it neatly around Hedwig's leg. 'Take this straight to Ron Okey?' Hedwig let out a soft hoot and flew back out of the open window. Harry watched her fly until she was no longer visible in the ever fast growing darkness. Harry was so excited about Ron's letter that he had completely forgotten about his other letter until he heard a very loud hoot from bed.
He quickly untied the letter and sat on his bed. As soon as the letter was free from its leg, the owl jumped up and swooshed out of the window. Inside the envelope was three letters, one written on Gold Paper and two written on plain white paper. Harry picked out the first plain white letter first.
Dear Mr Potter,
Please note that the new school year will begin on september the first. The Hogwart's Express will leave from King's Cross Station, Platform nine and three quarters, at eleven o' clock. Seventh years have the right to visit Hogsmeade Village at weekends. A list of books for next year is enclosed.
Yours Sincerely Professor M. McGonagall Deputy Headmistress.
On the second letter was the list of books that Harry will be needing to complete his NEWT subjects.
The Complex Book of spells 2 (Miranda Goshawk) Fighting the Dark Arts (Quentin Trimble) Beasts of the world (Newt Scamander) Moste Potente Potions (Arsenius Jigger) Charming without Harming (Adelbert Waffling) Toilsome Transfiguration (Emeric Switch)
Harry recognised Moste Potente Potions as the book he, Ron and Hermione used for making the Polyjuice Potion back in his second year at Hogwarts to trick Malfoy into telling them information. Harry wondered what strenuous potions Snape would be demanding from his pupils this year. Finally Harry reached for the gold letter.
To Mr Harry Potter,
This year we will be relieving all Seventh year students of their Prefect duties. However we will be anouncing a Head boy and Head Girl at the start of year feast. We thankyou for the effort you put in last year and wish you good luck for this year.
Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster Order of Merlin, first Class
Harry finished reading his letter, quite relieved that he had one less priority to worry about next year. He put all his letters back into their envelopes and tucked them safely away in his bedside drawer. He lay on his bed smiling, thinking about tomorrow, when he would be leaving for the Burrow, and thinking what lay ahead of him in his next year. Thoughts continued to swirl through his head until he drifted off into a joyful sleep.
-Chapter One - The Lonely Birthday
It was a hot, sticky day in Little Whining, Surrey. The weather had been extremely pleasent since the beginning of summer. People could be seen in the streets talking away happily to each other, people in town centres could be seen shopping until they dropped and children could be heard playing endlessly until the break of dawn. Privet Drive was known for its loud, boisterous residents but it was far too hot for people to get all worked up and bothered today. Everyone had retreated to the safety of their homes, where there was less chance of them getting too dehydrated or sunburnt. Well, everyone except a skinny teenage boy who thought it much safer to be outside, out of the way of his Aunt and Uncle. This way he couldn't get blamed for things happening in the house like, the television screen going funny or the remote control going missing. He was lying on the lawn of number four, underneath an old oak tree, reading about himself in an old book called 'Dark Wizards and their Downfall'. '' ...and to this day, people still do not know how young Harry Potter managed to survive with only a small scar on his forehead whilst the Dark Lord is stripped of all his power and is now left too weak to carry on living.....'' 'Well this book needs a good re-write!' Harry said, slamming the book shut. Just over two years ago Voldemort had returned to full power. Already he has tried to kill Harry three times but has so far failed in his quest. Harry knows that one day he will have to fight Voldemort on his own until the death of one of them but the longer it can wait the better. Harry pulled himself of the ground and brushed all the grass of him that had stuck to his clothes. He looked across the road and saw Mrs. Figg opening her windows, letting in some fresh air. Seeing her reminded Harry of the wizarding world. Harry hadn't had contact with anyone outside of School since the train journey home from Hogwarts two months ago. Were Ron and Hermione just simply having too much fun together that they forgot to write to Harry? He had been 17 for three whole days and he still hadn't recieved one letter from any of his friends. Not one just to say 'Happy Birthday Harry' or 'How you holding up with your Aunt and Uncle Harry?' or not even one saying 'So. I hear you havn't died yet Harry!' Harry wasn't really that bothered about not getting any birthday cards, what he really wanted was to know what was happening in the order and if there was anymore news on the whereabouts of Voldemort.
Why hasn't anyone been keeping me informed he costantly asked himself. The only way Harry was keeping up to date with the news from the wizarding world was through his prescription to the Daily Prophet. The temperature was getting cooler and the sun was disappearing behind the roof tops of Privet Drive. Harry dragged himself inside the house to have a quick wash before he had to sit down with the Dursley's for dinner. ' Why are you looking so sheepish boy? Have you been up to something?' asked Uncle Vernon menacingly as Harry started to slowly make his way up the stairs to the bathroom. ' I'm tired thats all. Is that OK?' replied Harry 'Don't get cheeky with me or theres no dinner for you tonight. I've had enough of you for one day' said Uncle Vernon. 'But you haven't even seen me today and I haven't done anything wrong so get off my case' 'What did I just tell you boy?' 'Yeah whatever' Harry knew that he'd better not show his face downstairs for the rest of the night or there would be trouble. All he wanted was to be left alone in his room where he could be undisturbed to Study his old school books ready for the next school year. Since Harry was entering his seventh and final year at Hogwarts he would have to work twice as hard if he wanted to get the grades needed to be an Auror. Harry knew that he would have to pass his end of year NEWT's with flying colours. Not only did Harry have the pressures of exams, Voldemort and Prefect duty to deal with but he also had the Pressures of being the Gryffindor Quiddich Captain. Gryffindor had won the quidditch cup three times in the last four years and Harry wanted to make sure that he left Hogwarts at the end of his school life as the Quidditch champion. All these thoughts were spinning through Harry's mind as he approached his room. Harry opened his bedroom door to see two owls hooting excitedly on his bed. The first owl he recognised as his own owl, Hedwig, and the second one , a tawny brown owl, looked like a school owl. They both had letters attached to their legs. Harry excited ran over to his bed and proceeded to remove the letters. Hedwigs letter seemed to be from Ron. It had his scribbly handwriting on it. The second had the Hogwarts crest emblazed on the back and was neatly address to Harry. Harry had been waiting to hear from Ron for ages and chose to read his letter first. He ripped open the envelope and started to read.
Harry, Sorry I haven't written to you much this summer. Dads been using all of our owls for Work and for the Order. There's still no news on 'you know who' yet but we do know his army is getting stronger now that he has the dementors back on his side. Don't know if you saw the Daily Prophet a few days ago but all of 'you know who's' death eaters have escaped the wizard guards at Azkaban and have probably already joined up with 'him' again. Dumbledore has visited us a few times keeping us updated but mum keeps sending me and Ginny up stairs whenever he comes round. Fred and George are making loads of Galleons at 'Weasleys wizzing Wheezes'. They've made a new stick of gum that expands the more you chew it. I couldnt close my mouth for an hour after chewing it!! Anyway, I cant tell you anymore about the order incase this falls into the wrong hands. Mum said you can stay with us for the remainder of the holiday if it's okey with your Aunt and Uncle. Dumbledore said it was fine so I hope you can. Send an owl with your answer as soon as you can. Can't wait to see you. Ron
PS. Hope you had a great Birthday. Ive got you a present but Hedwig couldn't manage the letter and the present!
Harry felt much happier after he'd finished reading. They hadn't forgotten about him after all. Harry quickly grabbed a small peice of parchment and wrote his reply.
Got you letter Ron. I don't care if it's alright with my Aunt and Uncle or not. I'm coming to stay with you. Pick me up tomorrow at about 11am if you can. Cheers. Harry.
He finished his letter and tied it neatly around Hedwig's leg. 'Take this straight to Ron Okey?' Hedwig let out a soft hoot and flew back out of the open window. Harry watched her fly until she was no longer visible in the ever fast growing darkness. Harry was so excited about Ron's letter that he had completely forgotten about his other letter until he heard a very loud hoot from bed.
He quickly untied the letter and sat on his bed. As soon as the letter was free from its leg, the owl jumped up and swooshed out of the window. Inside the envelope was three letters, one written on Gold Paper and two written on plain white paper. Harry picked out the first plain white letter first.
Dear Mr Potter,
Please note that the new school year will begin on september the first. The Hogwart's Express will leave from King's Cross Station, Platform nine and three quarters, at eleven o' clock. Seventh years have the right to visit Hogsmeade Village at weekends. A list of books for next year is enclosed.
Yours Sincerely Professor M. McGonagall Deputy Headmistress.
On the second letter was the list of books that Harry will be needing to complete his NEWT subjects.
The Complex Book of spells 2 (Miranda Goshawk) Fighting the Dark Arts (Quentin Trimble) Beasts of the world (Newt Scamander) Moste Potente Potions (Arsenius Jigger) Charming without Harming (Adelbert Waffling) Toilsome Transfiguration (Emeric Switch)
Harry recognised Moste Potente Potions as the book he, Ron and Hermione used for making the Polyjuice Potion back in his second year at Hogwarts to trick Malfoy into telling them information. Harry wondered what strenuous potions Snape would be demanding from his pupils this year. Finally Harry reached for the gold letter.
To Mr Harry Potter,
This year we will be relieving all Seventh year students of their Prefect duties. However we will be anouncing a Head boy and Head Girl at the start of year feast. We thankyou for the effort you put in last year and wish you good luck for this year.
Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster Order of Merlin, first Class
Harry finished reading his letter, quite relieved that he had one less priority to worry about next year. He put all his letters back into their envelopes and tucked them safely away in his bedside drawer. He lay on his bed smiling, thinking about tomorrow, when he would be leaving for the Burrow, and thinking what lay ahead of him in his next year. Thoughts continued to swirl through his head until he drifted off into a joyful sleep.
