Harry Potter and the Order of the Light
Disclaimer: All the things in this story are not mine, except maybe the plot. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling. Hogwarts, and all related topics characters and things and all Harry Potter elements are Rowlings. Mentions of the FORCE and anything to with it belong to whoever made it up. I got it from Star Wars. (Duh). PS2 and PSOne and all the PS games belong to Sony, I think, well they don't belong to me anyway.
Chapter 2: The Joys of Summer
Harry Potter awoke to the screaming and shouting of his Aunt Petunia.
"Boy! Get your lazy ass down here and cook the damn breakfast!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."
Harry got up out of bed and got dressed then went into the bathroom to wash his face. Seeing his reflection in the bathroom mirror, he sighed.
~I've got to do something about that~ he thought.
In Harry's opinion he didn't look like some hero who had defeated the greatest Dark Lord there ever was several times, instead he thought looked like a scared little first year.
"Boy! Don't make me come up there and get you!"
Sighing once again, Harry begrudgingly went down to cook breakfast. Over the past year Dudley had changed dramatically. Due to his strict diet he had lost a huge amount of weight and now was as skinny as Harry. Having been ditched by his friends Dudley was no longer a bully, instead he was a total recluse, coming out of his room only for food and going to the toilet.
When Harry got into the kitchen and turned on the stove. He cooked a mountain of bacon, eggs and toast for his 'family' and when he was done made some cereal for himself.
After breakfast (and his daily lecture from Uncle Vernon for just being alive) Harry went upstairs to his room. As he was passing Dudley's room the door opened and Dudley's head popped out.
"Uh.. hi Harry" Dudley stammered. "Oh, hey Dudley." Harry replied. "Um. Harry I was wondering. do you wanna. uh come play video games with me?"
Harry was stunned at this sudden invitation.
"Um. yeah alright."
They went into Dudley's room. It was much larger then Harry's and contained lots of Muggle electronics. There was a big screen TV, a DVD player, VCR, PS2, PSOne, and a huge stereo. They sat down on the two of the three armchairs.
"What do you want to play?" Dudley asked Harry.
Harry thought for a minute then replied.
"Dudley I don't know any games, so you pick."
"Okay, let's play Tony Hawks 4."
Dudley put the disc into the PS2 and turned it on. They spent the whole day playing through Dudley's extensive video game collection. Harry's new favourite games were: Crazy Taxi, Grand Theft Auto 3, Madden 2003, Tekken 4, WWE Smackdown: Shut your Mouth, and Gran Turismo 3.
"Dinner!" came Aunt Petunia's screechy voice.
"That was bad ass Dud, racing around in those cars and kicking your ass at Tekken." Laughed Harry
"Kicking my ass? Yeah right whipped your pitiful butt over and over and over and over and.."
"Yeah well I'll get you back." Said Harry, cutting him off "Besides I'm just a beginner, you're a fanatic."
"Whatever, I hardly ever play those games anymore, it gets boring after a while."
Then Dudley chuckled.
"But Harry man you really do suck ass at Tony Hawks."
"Shut your mouth, that damn game is hard. All those different moves to remember, it's damn hard."
"Yeah, whatever you pussy."
After dinner they went upstairs to together.
"Hey Harry, Wanna come watch some movies?"
"Um. maybe later Dud I got some homework to do."
"Sweet as then, if you change your mind just come to my room."
Harry went down the hall and into his room, Hedwig hooted at him from her cage and fluttered her wings impatiently.
"Okay, okay girl, hold up."
Harry opened the window and let Hedwig out into the night. Harry sat watching her for a while, when suddenly she darted down into one of the neighbours gardens.
~Dinner~ Harry immediately thought, and then he was grossed out by the thought. He sat down to do his potions essay, hoping it would take his mind off Hedwig's eating habits.
"Albus, please, you know he's not old enough"
"I know Minerva but he needs to be trained."
"But Albus."
"No!" Albus Dumbledore said, cutting off his deputy headmistress. "It must be done. Soon his powers will become uncontrollable, and then where will we be? We will need everything we have for the upcoming war. On his birthday, we will fetch him from his home. I just hope it will be enough."
Sighing Albus stood up, his face showing the full extent of his years.
"Were are counting on you Harry." He whispered
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A man was running through a large forest. He was beaten and bloody. He had lost his wand, bruises covered his body, and he was scared, very scared. He turned to look behind him, but tripped over a rock jutting from the ground. He looked up, and he was surrounded by figures cloaked fully in black wearing strange masks, hoods drawn up. The circle of figures split and in walked the most sinister and evil thing you ever saw. He was tall and thin, with long bony fingers. He had blood red, sunken, snake-like eyes that were full of anger and hate. Hate for his parents, anger at the world.
"Mmm.. Mmm.. mmmaster, please mmaster have mercy." Stammered the man on the ground.
"Mercy?" the evil thing questioned. "Now, now Igor you know how I feel about mercy. Mercy is for the weak, the pathetic. Is that you Igor? Are you weak?"
The man on the ground was shaking with fear. The wrong answer would sentence him to death, if he weren't already going to die.
"Nnno master I'm not."
"Then why Igor, did you run? Why did you not come to me when I called?"
"I. I. I was afraid master." He answered.
"Poor Igor. Poor, poor Igor. Fear. Is for the weak. And you know what happens to the weak."
"NO! No master, please. Have mercy" Igor screamed.
"Alright Igor, you will not get the killing curse."
"Thank you master, tha.."
"But Igor, you will still die. Crucio!"
A white burst of energy sprang from the Dark Lord's right hand and raced towards Igor Karkaroff.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Karkaroff's entire body, racked with pain, like a thousand knives cutting through his flesh. Then, it stopped.
"Please my Lord, please, no more." He begged.
"Now Igor, what kind of a dark lord would I be if I let traitors get away, hmm?"
Again and again Karkaroff was placed under the Cruciatus curse. Each and every figure in the circle had a turn torturing the poor man, and each and every figure revelled in his screams of pain, his shouts for mercy.
"Enough, I tire of this. Now Igor for making me chase you half way around the world wasn't nice. But you picked the perfect place to be caught. Did you know we are not far from one of the highest waterfalls in the world? Who would've thought Igor, in this little country of New Zealand would have something nice and high for you to jump off? Crabbe, Goyle."
Two of the hooded figures came forward from the circle and each grabbed one of Karkaroff's arms.
"Let's go." Commanded the Dark Lord.
The entire group disappeared with a 'POP!' and suddenly reappeared a few kilometres away on the edge of a towering waterfall.
"Throw him off"
"No master. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Igor Karkaroff fell towards the ground. One thousand, nine hundred feet straight down. Falling, falling, it seemed to take forever. But in a few seconds, he was there.
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"AAAAHHHHH!!"
Thousands of miles away. In a normal house, on a normal street, in a normal town. The boy who lived, Harry Potter, awoke screaming.
A/N: Like it? Tell me. Don't like it? So what, then don't read it. Next chapter will be up some day.
Disclaimer: All the things in this story are not mine, except maybe the plot. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling. Hogwarts, and all related topics characters and things and all Harry Potter elements are Rowlings. Mentions of the FORCE and anything to with it belong to whoever made it up. I got it from Star Wars. (Duh). PS2 and PSOne and all the PS games belong to Sony, I think, well they don't belong to me anyway.
Chapter 2: The Joys of Summer
Harry Potter awoke to the screaming and shouting of his Aunt Petunia.
"Boy! Get your lazy ass down here and cook the damn breakfast!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."
Harry got up out of bed and got dressed then went into the bathroom to wash his face. Seeing his reflection in the bathroom mirror, he sighed.
~I've got to do something about that~ he thought.
In Harry's opinion he didn't look like some hero who had defeated the greatest Dark Lord there ever was several times, instead he thought looked like a scared little first year.
"Boy! Don't make me come up there and get you!"
Sighing once again, Harry begrudgingly went down to cook breakfast. Over the past year Dudley had changed dramatically. Due to his strict diet he had lost a huge amount of weight and now was as skinny as Harry. Having been ditched by his friends Dudley was no longer a bully, instead he was a total recluse, coming out of his room only for food and going to the toilet.
When Harry got into the kitchen and turned on the stove. He cooked a mountain of bacon, eggs and toast for his 'family' and when he was done made some cereal for himself.
After breakfast (and his daily lecture from Uncle Vernon for just being alive) Harry went upstairs to his room. As he was passing Dudley's room the door opened and Dudley's head popped out.
"Uh.. hi Harry" Dudley stammered. "Oh, hey Dudley." Harry replied. "Um. Harry I was wondering. do you wanna. uh come play video games with me?"
Harry was stunned at this sudden invitation.
"Um. yeah alright."
They went into Dudley's room. It was much larger then Harry's and contained lots of Muggle electronics. There was a big screen TV, a DVD player, VCR, PS2, PSOne, and a huge stereo. They sat down on the two of the three armchairs.
"What do you want to play?" Dudley asked Harry.
Harry thought for a minute then replied.
"Dudley I don't know any games, so you pick."
"Okay, let's play Tony Hawks 4."
Dudley put the disc into the PS2 and turned it on. They spent the whole day playing through Dudley's extensive video game collection. Harry's new favourite games were: Crazy Taxi, Grand Theft Auto 3, Madden 2003, Tekken 4, WWE Smackdown: Shut your Mouth, and Gran Turismo 3.
"Dinner!" came Aunt Petunia's screechy voice.
"That was bad ass Dud, racing around in those cars and kicking your ass at Tekken." Laughed Harry
"Kicking my ass? Yeah right whipped your pitiful butt over and over and over and over and.."
"Yeah well I'll get you back." Said Harry, cutting him off "Besides I'm just a beginner, you're a fanatic."
"Whatever, I hardly ever play those games anymore, it gets boring after a while."
Then Dudley chuckled.
"But Harry man you really do suck ass at Tony Hawks."
"Shut your mouth, that damn game is hard. All those different moves to remember, it's damn hard."
"Yeah, whatever you pussy."
After dinner they went upstairs to together.
"Hey Harry, Wanna come watch some movies?"
"Um. maybe later Dud I got some homework to do."
"Sweet as then, if you change your mind just come to my room."
Harry went down the hall and into his room, Hedwig hooted at him from her cage and fluttered her wings impatiently.
"Okay, okay girl, hold up."
Harry opened the window and let Hedwig out into the night. Harry sat watching her for a while, when suddenly she darted down into one of the neighbours gardens.
~Dinner~ Harry immediately thought, and then he was grossed out by the thought. He sat down to do his potions essay, hoping it would take his mind off Hedwig's eating habits.
"Albus, please, you know he's not old enough"
"I know Minerva but he needs to be trained."
"But Albus."
"No!" Albus Dumbledore said, cutting off his deputy headmistress. "It must be done. Soon his powers will become uncontrollable, and then where will we be? We will need everything we have for the upcoming war. On his birthday, we will fetch him from his home. I just hope it will be enough."
Sighing Albus stood up, his face showing the full extent of his years.
"Were are counting on you Harry." He whispered
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A man was running through a large forest. He was beaten and bloody. He had lost his wand, bruises covered his body, and he was scared, very scared. He turned to look behind him, but tripped over a rock jutting from the ground. He looked up, and he was surrounded by figures cloaked fully in black wearing strange masks, hoods drawn up. The circle of figures split and in walked the most sinister and evil thing you ever saw. He was tall and thin, with long bony fingers. He had blood red, sunken, snake-like eyes that were full of anger and hate. Hate for his parents, anger at the world.
"Mmm.. Mmm.. mmmaster, please mmaster have mercy." Stammered the man on the ground.
"Mercy?" the evil thing questioned. "Now, now Igor you know how I feel about mercy. Mercy is for the weak, the pathetic. Is that you Igor? Are you weak?"
The man on the ground was shaking with fear. The wrong answer would sentence him to death, if he weren't already going to die.
"Nnno master I'm not."
"Then why Igor, did you run? Why did you not come to me when I called?"
"I. I. I was afraid master." He answered.
"Poor Igor. Poor, poor Igor. Fear. Is for the weak. And you know what happens to the weak."
"NO! No master, please. Have mercy" Igor screamed.
"Alright Igor, you will not get the killing curse."
"Thank you master, tha.."
"But Igor, you will still die. Crucio!"
A white burst of energy sprang from the Dark Lord's right hand and raced towards Igor Karkaroff.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Karkaroff's entire body, racked with pain, like a thousand knives cutting through his flesh. Then, it stopped.
"Please my Lord, please, no more." He begged.
"Now Igor, what kind of a dark lord would I be if I let traitors get away, hmm?"
Again and again Karkaroff was placed under the Cruciatus curse. Each and every figure in the circle had a turn torturing the poor man, and each and every figure revelled in his screams of pain, his shouts for mercy.
"Enough, I tire of this. Now Igor for making me chase you half way around the world wasn't nice. But you picked the perfect place to be caught. Did you know we are not far from one of the highest waterfalls in the world? Who would've thought Igor, in this little country of New Zealand would have something nice and high for you to jump off? Crabbe, Goyle."
Two of the hooded figures came forward from the circle and each grabbed one of Karkaroff's arms.
"Let's go." Commanded the Dark Lord.
The entire group disappeared with a 'POP!' and suddenly reappeared a few kilometres away on the edge of a towering waterfall.
"Throw him off"
"No master. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Igor Karkaroff fell towards the ground. One thousand, nine hundred feet straight down. Falling, falling, it seemed to take forever. But in a few seconds, he was there.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"AAAAHHHHH!!"
Thousands of miles away. In a normal house, on a normal street, in a normal town. The boy who lived, Harry Potter, awoke screaming.
A/N: Like it? Tell me. Don't like it? So what, then don't read it. Next chapter will be up some day.