Harry trotted down the stairs, made bacon and eggs, set it out on plates, and then ate his share and part of Dudley's while he was still upstairs sleeping. Harry knew he would pay for that later, but his hunger simply wasn't satisfied. Harry then went outside and breathed in deeply. He continued walking when he heard a rustle behind him. Harry sighed.
"You can come out now," He said lazily.
"When did yer' hearin' get so good?" Mundugus asked rhetorically as he sped up to walk next to him. Harry noted that he smelled remarkably like fire-whisky and his eyes were slightly crossed and blood-shot. Harry snatched the bottle of alcohol out of his hands, and when Mundugus protested Harry interrupted.
"You've had enough," Harry said with a tone that made Mundugus know it was final. Harry proceeded to throw it into a nearby waste bin next to the bus stop at Magnolias Crescent. (sp?) Harry remembered that Sirius had come here to visit Harry. Harry forced himself not to think about that, and sped on faster.
"Wait up!" Mundugus staggered after Harry whose pace had shifted to a slow trot.
"No offense, but I kind of want to be alone," Harry said. Mundugus looked slightly taken aback for a second, before retreating to Ms. Figg's house with a sloppy bow, a hiccup, and a murmur that sounded like 'Of course.'
Harry shook his head, trying to clear his nagging headache. Harry felt like something was wrong, but he couldn't quite tell what. His scar was suddenly throbbing dully on his skull, nearly making him as cross-eyed as Mundugus.
"Crap," Harry said loudly, then turned to run back towards the direction of his house. As he dashed across the front lawn, everything happened simultaneously; three loud 'cracks' like a pistol appeared out of nowhere, Harry tripped in surprise, and several residents of Privet Drive poked their heads out their windows and doors. Vernon stormed out of the house as Harry flung out his wand and picked himself from the lawn. Vernon stopped mid-way from strangling Harry, to turning stark white at the mysterious hooded people.
"What do you want?" Harry asked snappishly. "I thought I was protected here from you," Harry continued, trying to avoid getting killed. Harry had no idea how he knew deatheaters were near, it was like a second sense telling him his home was in danger.
"Aw, is little baby Potter scared?" A harsh woman's voice cooed. "The Dark Lord cannot step on these grounds, but we can. And we cannot inflict harm on you here, so we're not going to. We're bringing you to the Dark Lord so he can murder your sorry ass,"
Harry nodded calmly even though he was mentally panicking. Suddenly, Harry glowed green, although invisible to the naked eye, and his own eye as a matter of fact.
"Expelliarmus!" The woman screeched, although the curse rebounded off of Harry and returned to hit her instead, her wand spinning though the air until it fell on the sidewalk. Harry heard Vernon whimper lightly behind him, and as Harry looked around, the rest of the street was watching the brawl curiously.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled, but the curse hit all three death-eaters instead of just hitting one. Harry wiped invisible sweat from his forehead, wondering how the ministry was going to take care of all the muggles. Then, four more cracks appeared, revealing Lupin, Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley.
"Damn it Mundugus, where are you whenever Harry is in trouble?!" Exclaimed Moody to nobody in particular, although astonished that Harry had taken all the deatheaters alone.
"Don't blame him, I asked him to leave me alone for a bit." Harry replied nonchalantly.
"You WHAT?" Moody yelled. Harry looked away, and found a rather interesting spot of grass. Lupin put a hand on Moody's shoulder to calm him down.
"Now really, Mad-Eye, could you get any madder?" Tonks asked innocently. "There is another matter of importance here. Harry used magic in front of a whole street of muggles, who are staring at us by the way, and knocked out three high-ranked death-eaters by himself."
"Yeah but—"
"Moody—" Kinsley warned.
"So irresponsible—" Moody continued.
"Would you shut up already?" Tonks stated audibly. "Harry, you are coming to see Dumbledore now. Go gather your things. I'll take these bimbos back to the ministry; and you should be free of all charges." Said Tonks, and then turned to Vernon. "Some wizards will come down here to clean all of this up." Tonks told him. Harry went upstairs to pack his trunk, but was stopped by Lupin.
"Here, let me," He said quietly, and with a flick of his wand, all of Harry's belongings swiftly flew into the large trunk.
"Thanks," Harry said, equally quiet. Lupin handed Harry a simple silver-chain necklace that had a carving of a lion dangling off of it. Harry looked at Lupin quizzically who only smirked thoughtfully at him.
"Hold on to the lion, and concentrate on the words Godric's Valley." Lupin said calmly, but his eyes twinkled in a Dumbledore-ish way. Harry grabbed Hedwig's cage, and his trunk, then grabbed the lion on his necklace with one hand and concentrated on Godric's Valley.
Harry suddenly felt the tug behind his navel, and was jerked away from Number Four, Privet Drive.
As Harry landed, he nearly choked to death when he hadn't even recovered from the portkey. There was a humongous castle on a large esplanade of land, although the land was completely surrounded by water. A long line of tropical palm trees lined up towards the brick entrance, leaning slightly in the breezy wind. The sun burned into the back of Harry's neck as Harry inclined his head, looking for the top of the castle. There were four towers, each bearing a large red and gold flag. As Harry walked up towards the large entryway, he found himself locked out.
"Figures," he mumbled under his breath.
Place the necklace into the key slot. Harry's necklace glowed and pulsated softly against his skin, as though telling Harry this itself. Harry did as the little voice inside his head told him, and was surprised to hear a click of a lock, and the door creak open. As Harry walked inside, he nearly tripped over a house elf that was scuttling across the floor.
"Sorry master for being in your way. Punish me if needed." The elf nearly cringed.
"I wouldn't do that," Harry said softly. "Why did you call me master?"
"Is you not the master?" The elf looked scandalized. "Or do you not know?"
"Er…" started Harry, but was abruptly interrupted by Professor Dumbledore.
"Welcome, Harry, I see you've met Millie. Welcome to Godric's Valley…or your very own mansion. Whichever you would like to call it." Dumbledore stated merrily, although he tried to avoid looking directly into Harry's eyes. This did not bother Harry as it had last year, because now he understood why.
"M-my mansion?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Your mansion." Dumbledore confirmed. "It once belonged to Godric Gryffindor himself, as did Godric's Hollow, though that house was destroyed that frightful night."
"Does that mean—"
"You are Godric's heir, yes. I believe you are the last descendant of Merlin as well." Dumbledore stated calmly, eyes twinkling mysteriously.
Harry gaped at him. Only four years ago Harry believed himself to be the heir of Slytherin, but instead he was the heir of Gryffindor, and the last descendant of the most powerful wizard in the world.
"Any other surprises I should no about?" Harry asked weakly.
"I'll be sure to alert you when I remember. My memory has been off lately." Dumbledore smirked. "I daresay you will have fun exploring the castle, as your father and Sirius did during the summers."
Harry nodded, and Dumbledore promptly disappeared, and felt his robes being tugged on by Millie.
"Would you like a tour, sir?" She asked, her large green eyes full of loyalty and curiosity.
"Yes, that'd be nice. I'd appreciate it if you just called me Harry though," Harry said, smiling back.
"Oh master—Harry is so kind—" Harry laughed at how similar she seemed to Dobby. Millie then grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him up the large marble staircase that led to an elaborate hall. As Harry was shown around the castle, he noted that nearly every room—even closets—seemed to be elegant and delicate, each perfected to every last speck of each and every room.
As Harry was shown to his own room, it looked about the most beautiful of all. The large bed was adorned in red and golden silk, and the stone floor had silky everlasting red rose petals scatted across it perfectly. An enormous fireplace big enough to stuff a grown man inside was adjacent to the bed, and it had a huge wooden basin containing floo powder next to it. A few squashy armchairs were settled in front of the fireplace, and a mahogany desk sat in a corner. As Harry looked in front of him, there was a window taller than him looking out to the vast seas outside the castle. The waves crashed lazily against the shore, and seagulls swooped into the water, scooping out large kippers.
"This is my room?" Harry asked dubiously.
"It belonged to Mister James and Miss Lillian Potter before you, now it is yours." Millie replied curtly. Harry looked around once more and mouthed the word 'wow.' Then turned to look back at the miniature elf standing at his heals.
"Okay, Millie, you can…. do whatever." Harry said dully. The elf curtsied, and promptly left the room. Harry strode over to the polished desk, gleaming with sunlight from the window. Harry opened the drawers, and found a journal. Harry sat in a chair and read.
October 29, 1990. (Is that the right year?)
James and I have moved into Godric's Hollow with Harry. As James put it, 'he's such a sweet little blob,' I can only hope that Harry will stay perfectly healthy. I know our end is soon to come. Harry is supposed to be the most powerful wizard, but he's only a baby now! I couldn't live with myself if he is killed. I honestly hope he will survive until we need no longer protect him. One of James's friends is a traitor, but we are unsure of whom. Sirius just switched secret keepers, and now our secret keeper is Peter. I don't think that he was the best choice. We should have had Dumbledore as our secret keeper. He's the only one Voldemort fears, after all, and I know we can trust him.
My greatest wish is that our son will grow up to be a happy, healthy, and wonderful man. Then again; I don't have any doubts that he won't become one.
~Lily
By the end Harry had tears running down his cheeks, and he brought a trembling hand to wipe the tears away. He crossed over to his bed and sat on the pillow, gazing into the fire. He looked at the necklace that had just begun to pulsate warmly again. Would it work…? He asked himself, and then spoke.
"Can I speak to my Godfather, Sirius? Or my parents?" He asked the necklace. The necklace glowed a red color, before a soft voice rang out into the room.
"Sirius is unavailable. You may speak to your parents."
"What? Why?" Harry asked.
"Shhh…" the ring hushed Harry, and Harry heard his mother's voice ring out into the large room.