A Glimpse Into You
PG-13
Kali Kato
Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts brings new mysteries, relationships, fights... and an even greater appreciation for those who love him.
WARNING: This fic contains genuine Book 5 (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix SPOILERS. I suggest you hold off from reading this fanfic until you read J.K. Rowling's masterpiece.
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The rain had stopped, and yet, this small change in the wheather had not given Harry Potter's spirit any comfort. The boy with the black, upturned hair lay face down on his unmade bed in number four, Privet Drive, casually breathing in the scent of his pillow. Outside, somewhere, a dog barked, but Harry did not show any signs of flinching. After a minute he turned, placed his round glasses on his nose and stared into space. For once in the home of his Aunt and Uncle, all was quiet and there wasn't a complaint from anyone in the house. Perhaps, he realized, that was due to the time. It was, afterall, three in the morning. He sighed sadly, realizing sleep was beyond him. Harry stood and caught a glimpse of himself in his cracked, dusty mirrior that hung on his wall. He had grown, knowing the short summer had changed a lot about him, especially his height. He was going to be sixteen very soon, and for once he felt like he was catching up to Ron's frame. Harry stretched and shook the sleep from his eyes, yawning slightly. He reached under his bed, carefully avoiding the moth balls, and pulled out a roll of parchment, ink, and quill that he had stashed under there for safe keeping. He walked over to his desk and took a seat, carefully unrolling the parchment. Dipping his quill into the beautiful red ink, he settled its sharp tip to the yellow parchment and tried to think of what he would say to his dear Professor. Finally, the thoughts came to him.
Dear Moony,
Don't worry, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon have been behaving themselves this week. Dudley only tried to stick my head down the toilet once, but I managed to escape under his (very) heavy weight. Other than that, all has been rather quiet on our street. Mrs. Figg sends me pastries and rolls every other day. How she manages to smuggle them out of Dudley's sight is beyond me, but the treats have been nice and I've been sure to thank her. I've been careful about wandering around alone, as it is unsafe on our street, not only from Dudley's gang but from other mysteries as well. I think I've seen Dung following me on more than one occassion. As you can guess, I am counting the days until I am allowed to leave this place. Please come and rescue me as soon as you can. I look forward to seeing Tonks and Moody as well.
With love,
James
Harry was careful now more than ever. He had been paranoid about Death Eaters intercepting his letters, so he had signed the letter with his Father's name, Harry's legal middle name, as an extra precaution. He had started signing many of his letters like that on request of The Order, and had started calling Professor Lupin 'Moony' just in case. He had a feeling Professor Lupin knew what he meant when he wrote, 'it is unsafe on our street.' The Order knew evil eyes were everywhere, and one could not be overly careful these warm, summer days. Sealing the letter, Harry reached for Hedwig's cage atop his dresser. Harry was surprised he could reach it, a few years ago, he needed a boost of height or a step-ladder to reach that high. The beautiful snow owl was wide awake, and ready for flight. He removed Hedwig and she cooed softly, stretching her long wings. He tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and stroked her back for a minute, silently wishing he could be the one to fly away into the morning sky.
"Hedwig, take this letter to Professor Lupin at Grimmauld," Hedwig gave a sharp cry, "I know the letter is addressed to 'Moony', but he'll understand. I'll have a treat waiting for you when you return. Be careful," Harry told her.
Hedwig cooed in understanding, making Harry smile. He opened the window, letting the soft, cool breeze lap his face. Finally, he released Hedwig from his arm, and she started to fly off. He watched her disappear, and when she was out of sight, he shut his window firmly. The sun was starting to peak over the sky, shining its warm rays down on London. Harry suddenly felt very tired, knowing he should get some sleep if he wanted to feel good and ready for Dudely's inevitable tricks. He sunk into his bed, quietly wishing for good dreams. Silently, Harry closed his eyes, trying to empty his mind..........
....The hallway was dark, that was what Harry sensed first. His shoes squeaked against the marble floor as he stepped... his wand was out... silently he went. There was a figure beside him, one with dark hair and dark robes. He could not tell if it was male or female. The two walked together... yes, together... as they had never done before, and it was then, that Harry felt another presence beside him. It was a calm, soothing presence... one he had felt once before in his life not very long ago. The spirit felt strong, and yet, there was a silent innocence that he had learned to adore. He reached for this person's hand as the three walked forward through the halls, and the person clutched his in return. The hand was soft and warm... It wa the hand of a woman. Silently, the three continued forward, and Harry noted three doors at the end of the corridor, wherever they were. Yes, he knew now, what they wanted was concealed behind those doors... waiting for them. Then he heard the noise.... it was a terrible, shrill sound....
"Sirius!"
Harry awoke with a yell. His arms flailed in the air, fighting an invisible force. He was tangled in his blankets, falling to the floor with a thud. The dream was fresh in his mind, and he swore he could still hear the shrill sound in the mysterious hallway. Harry grabbed his glasses from his nightstand, looking around. And then, to his relief, saw the source of the tormenting noise. At his window, stood a large, slightly plump, black owl. It was a owl Harry had never seen before, tapping its beak against the glass pane. He stood, and stared at the owl at his window. He wondered at once if it was an owl from Voldemort or a Death Eater, but then he remembered he was protected at Privet Drive, just as Dumbledore had said. Surely an evil owl would have never known the way. Harry groped for his wand he had tucked under his pillow. He knew he was overreacting, but as he flung the window open, he was glad he was protected. The huge, dark owl toppled into his room, cooing softly. It landed on his desk, and it was then Harry noticed a roll of parchement tied to the owl's leg. But it was not the parchment that interested him, it was the fact the letter was tied to the owl's leg with a string of butterbeer bottle caps. At once Harry associated the butterbeer cap necklace with the one Luna Lovegood wore all the time. Harry shook his head and set his wand down, feeling foolish. This was Luna's owl, not a follower of Voldemort's. He suddenly wondered how Luna knew where he lived, he had, afterall, never told her, nor was he completely sure he wanted her to know. At that moment he chidded himself, remembering how she had lightened his spirits about... Sirius's fall... and he reminded himself right there that Luna was a friend, and a terrific witch. Harry carefully untied the letter from the owl's leg, and scratched the large bird affectionately. He unrolled the parchment, and was surprised to find a small card attached to the backside of the parchment, ignoring it for the moment, he read the letter out loud:
HP,
My dear father had a wonderful idea, and I immediately agreed. I found out (I have sources) that your birthday was approaching, and as our teacher of the D.A., I felt it my duty to get you a gift. So, included with this letter is a LIFETIME subscription to The Quibbler, my gift to you in the hope you'll enjoy future, very true, articles about you. I hope you have a good summer, and I'll see you on the Hogwarts Express.
Signed,
L. Lovegood
P.S.
The butterbeer bottlecaps I used to tie your letter to Higgy, my owl, is also a bracelet, my more personal present to you. Use it well.
Harry couldn't help but grin. Luna almost seemed very normal in her letter, not at all as... ditzy... in person. Of course, the note about the butterbeer bracelet and 'useing it well' gave her away immediately. Her name ended in big, streaky flourishes, that also showed off her personality. He removed the white card from the back of the parchemnt, and found it was a certificate from The Quibbler, granting him a lifetime supply of free magazines. Harry smiled again. This was the first gift, as of yet, from anyone for his sixteenth birthday. He was also surprised Luna had put any thought into him at all, considering he didn't know when her birthday was. As a tribute to Luna, he placed the butterbeer bracelet around his wrist. He was surprised to find it didn't look bad at all. He wrote a quick thank you note to her, asking when her birthday was in a not-so-subtle way. He attached it to Higgy, and sent the owl on his way.
Harry glanced at his watch... it was after seven. He could hear the Durshley's making noise downstairs, using the loo and whatnot. He sighed, knowing that they expected him to make breakfast to earn his keep. Before making his way downstairs, he slipped his sweater sleeve over his new butterbeer bracelet. Knowing Dudley, he'd steal it first chance he got.
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Chapter 2 is coming up soon. I have plans for this fic, big plans, and will add another chapter pretty soon. Send the reviews, good or bad, people!
PG-13
Kali Kato
Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts brings new mysteries, relationships, fights... and an even greater appreciation for those who love him.
WARNING: This fic contains genuine Book 5 (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix SPOILERS. I suggest you hold off from reading this fanfic until you read J.K. Rowling's masterpiece.
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The rain had stopped, and yet, this small change in the wheather had not given Harry Potter's spirit any comfort. The boy with the black, upturned hair lay face down on his unmade bed in number four, Privet Drive, casually breathing in the scent of his pillow. Outside, somewhere, a dog barked, but Harry did not show any signs of flinching. After a minute he turned, placed his round glasses on his nose and stared into space. For once in the home of his Aunt and Uncle, all was quiet and there wasn't a complaint from anyone in the house. Perhaps, he realized, that was due to the time. It was, afterall, three in the morning. He sighed sadly, realizing sleep was beyond him. Harry stood and caught a glimpse of himself in his cracked, dusty mirrior that hung on his wall. He had grown, knowing the short summer had changed a lot about him, especially his height. He was going to be sixteen very soon, and for once he felt like he was catching up to Ron's frame. Harry stretched and shook the sleep from his eyes, yawning slightly. He reached under his bed, carefully avoiding the moth balls, and pulled out a roll of parchment, ink, and quill that he had stashed under there for safe keeping. He walked over to his desk and took a seat, carefully unrolling the parchment. Dipping his quill into the beautiful red ink, he settled its sharp tip to the yellow parchment and tried to think of what he would say to his dear Professor. Finally, the thoughts came to him.
Dear Moony,
Don't worry, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon have been behaving themselves this week. Dudley only tried to stick my head down the toilet once, but I managed to escape under his (very) heavy weight. Other than that, all has been rather quiet on our street. Mrs. Figg sends me pastries and rolls every other day. How she manages to smuggle them out of Dudley's sight is beyond me, but the treats have been nice and I've been sure to thank her. I've been careful about wandering around alone, as it is unsafe on our street, not only from Dudley's gang but from other mysteries as well. I think I've seen Dung following me on more than one occassion. As you can guess, I am counting the days until I am allowed to leave this place. Please come and rescue me as soon as you can. I look forward to seeing Tonks and Moody as well.
With love,
James
Harry was careful now more than ever. He had been paranoid about Death Eaters intercepting his letters, so he had signed the letter with his Father's name, Harry's legal middle name, as an extra precaution. He had started signing many of his letters like that on request of The Order, and had started calling Professor Lupin 'Moony' just in case. He had a feeling Professor Lupin knew what he meant when he wrote, 'it is unsafe on our street.' The Order knew evil eyes were everywhere, and one could not be overly careful these warm, summer days. Sealing the letter, Harry reached for Hedwig's cage atop his dresser. Harry was surprised he could reach it, a few years ago, he needed a boost of height or a step-ladder to reach that high. The beautiful snow owl was wide awake, and ready for flight. He removed Hedwig and she cooed softly, stretching her long wings. He tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and stroked her back for a minute, silently wishing he could be the one to fly away into the morning sky.
"Hedwig, take this letter to Professor Lupin at Grimmauld," Hedwig gave a sharp cry, "I know the letter is addressed to 'Moony', but he'll understand. I'll have a treat waiting for you when you return. Be careful," Harry told her.
Hedwig cooed in understanding, making Harry smile. He opened the window, letting the soft, cool breeze lap his face. Finally, he released Hedwig from his arm, and she started to fly off. He watched her disappear, and when she was out of sight, he shut his window firmly. The sun was starting to peak over the sky, shining its warm rays down on London. Harry suddenly felt very tired, knowing he should get some sleep if he wanted to feel good and ready for Dudely's inevitable tricks. He sunk into his bed, quietly wishing for good dreams. Silently, Harry closed his eyes, trying to empty his mind..........
....The hallway was dark, that was what Harry sensed first. His shoes squeaked against the marble floor as he stepped... his wand was out... silently he went. There was a figure beside him, one with dark hair and dark robes. He could not tell if it was male or female. The two walked together... yes, together... as they had never done before, and it was then, that Harry felt another presence beside him. It was a calm, soothing presence... one he had felt once before in his life not very long ago. The spirit felt strong, and yet, there was a silent innocence that he had learned to adore. He reached for this person's hand as the three walked forward through the halls, and the person clutched his in return. The hand was soft and warm... It wa the hand of a woman. Silently, the three continued forward, and Harry noted three doors at the end of the corridor, wherever they were. Yes, he knew now, what they wanted was concealed behind those doors... waiting for them. Then he heard the noise.... it was a terrible, shrill sound....
"Sirius!"
Harry awoke with a yell. His arms flailed in the air, fighting an invisible force. He was tangled in his blankets, falling to the floor with a thud. The dream was fresh in his mind, and he swore he could still hear the shrill sound in the mysterious hallway. Harry grabbed his glasses from his nightstand, looking around. And then, to his relief, saw the source of the tormenting noise. At his window, stood a large, slightly plump, black owl. It was a owl Harry had never seen before, tapping its beak against the glass pane. He stood, and stared at the owl at his window. He wondered at once if it was an owl from Voldemort or a Death Eater, but then he remembered he was protected at Privet Drive, just as Dumbledore had said. Surely an evil owl would have never known the way. Harry groped for his wand he had tucked under his pillow. He knew he was overreacting, but as he flung the window open, he was glad he was protected. The huge, dark owl toppled into his room, cooing softly. It landed on his desk, and it was then Harry noticed a roll of parchement tied to the owl's leg. But it was not the parchment that interested him, it was the fact the letter was tied to the owl's leg with a string of butterbeer bottle caps. At once Harry associated the butterbeer cap necklace with the one Luna Lovegood wore all the time. Harry shook his head and set his wand down, feeling foolish. This was Luna's owl, not a follower of Voldemort's. He suddenly wondered how Luna knew where he lived, he had, afterall, never told her, nor was he completely sure he wanted her to know. At that moment he chidded himself, remembering how she had lightened his spirits about... Sirius's fall... and he reminded himself right there that Luna was a friend, and a terrific witch. Harry carefully untied the letter from the owl's leg, and scratched the large bird affectionately. He unrolled the parchment, and was surprised to find a small card attached to the backside of the parchment, ignoring it for the moment, he read the letter out loud:
HP,
My dear father had a wonderful idea, and I immediately agreed. I found out (I have sources) that your birthday was approaching, and as our teacher of the D.A., I felt it my duty to get you a gift. So, included with this letter is a LIFETIME subscription to The Quibbler, my gift to you in the hope you'll enjoy future, very true, articles about you. I hope you have a good summer, and I'll see you on the Hogwarts Express.
Signed,
L. Lovegood
P.S.
The butterbeer bottlecaps I used to tie your letter to Higgy, my owl, is also a bracelet, my more personal present to you. Use it well.
Harry couldn't help but grin. Luna almost seemed very normal in her letter, not at all as... ditzy... in person. Of course, the note about the butterbeer bracelet and 'useing it well' gave her away immediately. Her name ended in big, streaky flourishes, that also showed off her personality. He removed the white card from the back of the parchemnt, and found it was a certificate from The Quibbler, granting him a lifetime supply of free magazines. Harry smiled again. This was the first gift, as of yet, from anyone for his sixteenth birthday. He was also surprised Luna had put any thought into him at all, considering he didn't know when her birthday was. As a tribute to Luna, he placed the butterbeer bracelet around his wrist. He was surprised to find it didn't look bad at all. He wrote a quick thank you note to her, asking when her birthday was in a not-so-subtle way. He attached it to Higgy, and sent the owl on his way.
Harry glanced at his watch... it was after seven. He could hear the Durshley's making noise downstairs, using the loo and whatnot. He sighed, knowing that they expected him to make breakfast to earn his keep. Before making his way downstairs, he slipped his sweater sleeve over his new butterbeer bracelet. Knowing Dudley, he'd steal it first chance he got.
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Chapter 2 is coming up soon. I have plans for this fic, big plans, and will add another chapter pretty soon. Send the reviews, good or bad, people!