Harry Potter and the Return of the Prophecy
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters that were written by J.K. Rowling. (I do wish that I did, along with half a million other kids in this world.) I do however own the storyline.
Category: Action/ Adventure
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OOTP, QTTA
Summary: Harry returns to the Dursleys for the summer. Something there will change his break before returning to Hogwarts. You-Know-Who has a new plot of taking over Hogwarts, along with the world. Will Harry and his friends prevail again over the Dark Lord?
Authors Notes: Gets Better! R&R!
Uncle Vernon Gone Crazy?
Harry was dumbstruck.
"This isn't one of your dumb tricks to get me expelled from school is it?"
"Why in bloody hell's name would you think I would WANT you to use magic around here? You can take that ruddy letter of yours up to your room and stay there all summer for all I care! Now, get out of my sight Potter!" Uncle Vernon shouted, face turning purple again.
"But, shouldn't I clean up the kitchen I dirtied last night first?" Harry asked coolly
Harry wanted every opportunity to hex Dudley or Uncle Vernon. He anxiously awaited his uncle's reply, almost hoping that he could clean the kitchen.
Apparently, the same thought had crossed Uncle Vernon's mind as well, Harry could see his purple face turn to a more violent shade of purple, if that was possible. He obviously wanted to torture Harry as much as possible. Ever since he had arrived on the Dursley's doorstep, Harry's "weirdness" had made Uncle Vernon's life a living Hell.
"No! You ain't cleaning this kitchen. Dudley will do it instead." He growled.
Dudley was outraged. He started shouting about how Harry should do it, and not him. He complained that he had plans for that afternoon. All his whining didn't do him any good though. His dad's decision still hadn't changed. Dudley wasn't used to being told what to do. He, being the school boxing champion, lost his temper and punched his dad.
Harry wasn't paying attention to this brawl. All Harry wanted to do was to write back to Ron and Hermione. Things just weren't right this summer.
He slowly walked out of the now "Boxing Room Kitchen" (Vernon had just punched Dudley in the stomach) and back up to his room. With his new ability to use magic, finding things were a snap.
"Accio Parchment!"
"Accio Quill!"
"Accio Ink!"
All three items flew out of random drawers and into Harry's outstretched hand. He sat down at his desk and began writing.
Hermione,
Things around here are good. My summer has had a good start for once. I've become a prefect with my best friend (thanks to you), I'm going to the Burrow, and I'm allowed to do magic. I couldn't ask for anything better! I hope that prefect duties aren't too strenuous! Write back soon.
Love,
Harry
He walked over to a sleeping Hedwig. He prodded her until she had awoken. She ruffled her feathers in an irritated sort of way.
"I want you to take this to Hermione. Hurry back because I have some more letters for you to deliver." Harry ordered to his owl.
She allowed Harry to tie the message to her leg. She gave his finger the usual affectionate nip and was out the window.
Harry sat down at his desk and began writing another letter, but this time to Ron.
Ron,
Sorry to hear about Ginny. I would suggest the Silencing Charm on her, now that you're allowed to do magic. Moody scared my uncle with his eye. My whole family is scared now too. It'll be great to come out to the Burrow for some of the summer! Oh, and Ron, its telephone and not fellytone. See you soon!
Harry
He rolled up his letter to Ron, and set it aside. He now wanted to write to Professor Dumbledore. He picked up another roll of parchment and began writing.
Professor Dumbledore,
Thank you for making me prefect this year. Hermione was really excited. I can't wait to return to Hogwarts!
Harry
He now had two letters that had to be delivered. He decided that a nice walk would clear his mind. He quietly descended the stairs, hearing Dudley and Uncle Vernon still fighting. He poked his head inside the kitchen to see the action.
Dudley had now managed to sit on Uncle Vernon's stomach, cutting off his air supply. Dudley's tremendous weight and temper was about to kill Uncle Vernon.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry cried, leaping into the kitchen, wand pointing at Dudley.
There was a beam of scarlet light, and his cousin was blasted off Harry's uncle. He slammed into a wall, shaking the whole house, and he fell into a crumpled heap of fat. Uncle Vernon, who had passed out from lack of oxygen, was slowly awakening.
"Yes Miss Blake, I'll have your order of drills by next Friday." Uncle Vernon said in a dull tone.
Harry walked over to his uncle and hit him sharply across the head to get his attention.
"I'm going for a walk." Harry told his dazed uncle.
"Yes, yes of course dear. I will bring home the roast tomorrow for leftovers. I hope that the chickens didn't drown! Good day!"
After finishing this statement, he passed out again. Harry groaned. As much as he hated his uncle, he had to do something.
"Mobillicorpus."
Uncle Vernon's body lazily floated about 5 inches off the ground. Harry directed his uncles limp body up to his bedroom and lay him down.
Harry, having gone back downstairs, walked out onto Privet Drive.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters that were written by J.K. Rowling. (I do wish that I did, along with half a million other kids in this world.) I do however own the storyline.
Category: Action/ Adventure
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OOTP, QTTA
Summary: Harry returns to the Dursleys for the summer. Something there will change his break before returning to Hogwarts. You-Know-Who has a new plot of taking over Hogwarts, along with the world. Will Harry and his friends prevail again over the Dark Lord?
Authors Notes: Gets Better! R&R!
Uncle Vernon Gone Crazy?
Harry was dumbstruck.
"This isn't one of your dumb tricks to get me expelled from school is it?"
"Why in bloody hell's name would you think I would WANT you to use magic around here? You can take that ruddy letter of yours up to your room and stay there all summer for all I care! Now, get out of my sight Potter!" Uncle Vernon shouted, face turning purple again.
"But, shouldn't I clean up the kitchen I dirtied last night first?" Harry asked coolly
Harry wanted every opportunity to hex Dudley or Uncle Vernon. He anxiously awaited his uncle's reply, almost hoping that he could clean the kitchen.
Apparently, the same thought had crossed Uncle Vernon's mind as well, Harry could see his purple face turn to a more violent shade of purple, if that was possible. He obviously wanted to torture Harry as much as possible. Ever since he had arrived on the Dursley's doorstep, Harry's "weirdness" had made Uncle Vernon's life a living Hell.
"No! You ain't cleaning this kitchen. Dudley will do it instead." He growled.
Dudley was outraged. He started shouting about how Harry should do it, and not him. He complained that he had plans for that afternoon. All his whining didn't do him any good though. His dad's decision still hadn't changed. Dudley wasn't used to being told what to do. He, being the school boxing champion, lost his temper and punched his dad.
Harry wasn't paying attention to this brawl. All Harry wanted to do was to write back to Ron and Hermione. Things just weren't right this summer.
He slowly walked out of the now "Boxing Room Kitchen" (Vernon had just punched Dudley in the stomach) and back up to his room. With his new ability to use magic, finding things were a snap.
"Accio Parchment!"
"Accio Quill!"
"Accio Ink!"
All three items flew out of random drawers and into Harry's outstretched hand. He sat down at his desk and began writing.
Hermione,
Things around here are good. My summer has had a good start for once. I've become a prefect with my best friend (thanks to you), I'm going to the Burrow, and I'm allowed to do magic. I couldn't ask for anything better! I hope that prefect duties aren't too strenuous! Write back soon.
Love,
Harry
He walked over to a sleeping Hedwig. He prodded her until she had awoken. She ruffled her feathers in an irritated sort of way.
"I want you to take this to Hermione. Hurry back because I have some more letters for you to deliver." Harry ordered to his owl.
She allowed Harry to tie the message to her leg. She gave his finger the usual affectionate nip and was out the window.
Harry sat down at his desk and began writing another letter, but this time to Ron.
Ron,
Sorry to hear about Ginny. I would suggest the Silencing Charm on her, now that you're allowed to do magic. Moody scared my uncle with his eye. My whole family is scared now too. It'll be great to come out to the Burrow for some of the summer! Oh, and Ron, its telephone and not fellytone. See you soon!
Harry
He rolled up his letter to Ron, and set it aside. He now wanted to write to Professor Dumbledore. He picked up another roll of parchment and began writing.
Professor Dumbledore,
Thank you for making me prefect this year. Hermione was really excited. I can't wait to return to Hogwarts!
Harry
He now had two letters that had to be delivered. He decided that a nice walk would clear his mind. He quietly descended the stairs, hearing Dudley and Uncle Vernon still fighting. He poked his head inside the kitchen to see the action.
Dudley had now managed to sit on Uncle Vernon's stomach, cutting off his air supply. Dudley's tremendous weight and temper was about to kill Uncle Vernon.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry cried, leaping into the kitchen, wand pointing at Dudley.
There was a beam of scarlet light, and his cousin was blasted off Harry's uncle. He slammed into a wall, shaking the whole house, and he fell into a crumpled heap of fat. Uncle Vernon, who had passed out from lack of oxygen, was slowly awakening.
"Yes Miss Blake, I'll have your order of drills by next Friday." Uncle Vernon said in a dull tone.
Harry walked over to his uncle and hit him sharply across the head to get his attention.
"I'm going for a walk." Harry told his dazed uncle.
"Yes, yes of course dear. I will bring home the roast tomorrow for leftovers. I hope that the chickens didn't drown! Good day!"
After finishing this statement, he passed out again. Harry groaned. As much as he hated his uncle, he had to do something.
"Mobillicorpus."
Uncle Vernon's body lazily floated about 5 inches off the ground. Harry directed his uncles limp body up to his bedroom and lay him down.
Harry, having gone back downstairs, walked out onto Privet Drive.
