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"Back In Time"
"To the Order"
Chapter I
It was one o'clock in the morning and Harry still lie awake in bed thinking about everything that went on during his fifth year at Hogwarts. How could Sirius be dead? He had been the only person to help him through anything. from his scar hurting to missing and wanting to know about his parents. It just wasn't fair. Harry had to see Sirius, even if he had to see him in a picture. He knew he had one but wasn't sure where. He thought harder and then realized that he had the picture of him as Best-man at his parents wedding. He excitedly hopped out of bed and looked under the loose floorboard for the photo-album Hagrid had given him during his 1st year. Harry looked through half of the book and finally stopped at the picture of Sirius, his mom, and his dad. The lot of them smiled and waved at Harry, who just wished one of them would talk to him. Harry got back into his bed, photo-album still in his hand, and continued to stare at the picture. Eventually he fell asleep.
The next morning Harry awoke to the sound of Hedwig screeching loudly, because Dudley was sticking his chunky fingers through the bars on Hedwig's cage.
"HARRY!" Harry heard his uncle scream from all the way down the stairs. "SHUT THAT BLOODY BIRD UP!" Harry wanted so badly to scream back down to him, that it was his own son who was causing all of the noise, but he didn't want to get into another argument with the Dursley's. Harry turned to look at Hedwig, and gave her a look that said to ignore Dudley and to please stop screeching. Dudley gave Harry and evil grin and left the room screaming down to his mother that he was going to one of his friend's house for 'tea' that afternoon.
Harry walked over to his bed to retrieve the photo-album and he noticed it wasn't there. He looked all around his room twice and still couldn't find it. His stomach rumbled and he decided he would find his photo-album after he ate what the Dursley's left for him. When he got down stairs his eyes lit up in anger.
"And what might I ask is this Potter? And where did you get it?" His uncle was holding up Harry's photo-album.
"Give me that back!"
"Why? So you can cry over pictures of your parents? They're dead Potter they won't come back from staring at their pictures!"
"How did you get that?" Harry managed to say through clenched teeth, His voice was trembling, he was so upset.
"Well Dudley over here delivered it to me by hand." Harry's Uncle smirked and waved a hand towards Dudley.
"You won't be needing it. so I'll be disposing it in my own way."
"You wouldn't dare!" Harry was almost crying now, that was all he had of his parents, and Sirius.
"Maybe I would." At that Harry quickly snatched the album from his uncle, and ran up to his bedroom locking the door behind him. He quickly hid the book under the floorboard and waited for his Uncle to start banging on the door. To Harry's surprise he didn't, so Harry took out a piece of parchment and a quill and decided to write a letter to his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.(A/n: from now on DADA) It took Harry about 5 minutes to write his letter, he didn't need it to be long, just to explain what he wanted. Harry looked over his letter, everything seemed right.
Professor Lupin,
I'm sorry to bother you, but I wanted to know if I could somehow stay with you at the order? The Dursley's are torturing me, and I just need to be with someone I can talk to. Write back.
From,
Harry
Harry rolled up the parchment and tied it to Hedwig's leg. He told her to bring it to Lupin, she hooted cheerfully and swiftly flew out of Harry's window. Now all Harry needed to do was wait.
About two days past, and around 3 o'clock in the afternoon Hedwig flew through Harry's open window carrying a letter from Lupin.
Dear Harry,
Well, first of all I'm not your teacher anymore, just call me Remus, and yes you can come stay at the Order with me. Ron and Hermione aren't coming this summer, but Tonks and Mad-Eye will be here occasionally. Tonks and I will be over to pick you up this evening, tell your aunt and uncle you are leaving until next summer, and if they say no, well, who cares. See you tonight! Remus
Harry stood beaming at the letter and started to pack his trunk. He threw all his stuff into his trunk, he was excited about going to Sirius's old house, but couldn't bare the thought that he wouldn't be there with him.
'Oh Well, at least Profe- Remus will be there, and so will Mad-eye and Tonks.' Harry thought as cheerfully as he could to himself. He lay on his bed for a while trying to clear his mind of all the confusing things that were going on. After a few minutes he got up and walked down to the kitchen to find that the Dursley's weren't there. He was about to go back up to his room when his uncle had crossed Harry's path and stood in front of him.
"We are leaving to go visit Marge," Harry's uncle stopped and Harry gave a snort at the thought of their last encounter.
"Naturally you will not be coming," he continued ignoring Harry's rude reaction "I will be leaving you with Mrs. Figg." Harry was about to smile, but stopped himself realizing that he was supposed to have a bad time at Mrs. Figg's old cat-smelling house.
"Um, Uncle Vernon, I was wondering could I stay at my friends house for the rest of the summer?" Harry lied, knowing that he shouldn't get into detail about where he had really been going.
"Why would you be going there?" Harry hesitated thinking about the right thing to say to his uncle.
"Uh, to get out of your way?" Harry asked in an unsure voice. It took quite a while for Mr. Dursley to decide on an answer but finally he answered,
"Fine, I suppose, they should pick you up at Mrs. Figg's house, and warn them never to make contact with this house or any of the people who live in it," he paused for a moment and then finished, "Well except for you of course." Vernon Dursley grunted and it seemed as though he said something under his breath but Harry just left it at that.
About an hour later he had been sent to walk over to Mrs. Figg's house carrying his trunk in one hand, and Hedwig in the other. When he knocked on the door she gave a squeak of delight at the sight of Harry. He smiled back at her, and she ushered him inside.
"I have been in touch with Remus Lupin, of course, and he is picking you up here around eight o'clock tonight. " They both looked at the clock and saw that it said half past six. "Oh, good, we still have enough time to have some dinner, I assume the Dursley's haven't fed you?" She said this with a look of disgust and looked at Harry. When he nodded in return. She gave an almost silent tuting noise and placed Harry's trunk and Hedwig on the living room floor next to the couch. Then she patted the couch to get Harry to sit next to her. Gratefully, Harry sat next to her, and the next thing he knew a small house-elf walked in from the kitchen, holding just one of the large plates of food it had prepared. Harry looked at it in confusion.
"Uh, Mrs.Figg?"
"Yes Harry dear?"
"How come I had never seen your house elf before?"
"Just got him, don't you think he's cute?" Mrs. Figg smiled sweetly at the elf and looked back at the clock. "Oh dear its already quarter past seven. I guess cooking goes a little faster when you have over a hundred house- elves, like at Hogwarts." Harry chuckled at this while thinking to himself that her house-elf just had to be a bit slower than the others, he knew because of how fast the ones at Hogwarts worked when he went to the secret passageway to the kitchen. He was going to say something, but decided to let Mrs. Figg enjoy her house-elf anyway. Soon enough it was eight o'clock and Remus and Tonks had come to privet drive and knocked on Mrs. Figg's door. They all talked for about five minutes before Remus decided they should go.
They had arrived back at Sirius's old house at about midnight, so Harry went straight to the room with buckbeak in it so that he could sleep for the rest of the night. He didn't want to sleep in his usual room by himself, so he decided to sleep with buckbeak for the rest of his stay there. When he opened the door to the room and Buckbeak opened his eyes warily, and noticing it was Harry he lifted his head high and lowered it again as his own way of saying 'hello.' Harry looked curiously at Buckbeak. When Buckbeak had lifted his head Harry had seen something propped up against the wall next to Buckbeak. He moved in closer to the confused hippogriff, and look past its long slender body. Then he realized what it was. It was a portrait of Sirius from his parents wedding. (It had words carved on the bottom that read "Sirius Black: Best Man at Lily and James Potter's Wedding") Then Harry realized something. Portraits could talk.
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This is to My beta-reader. n Lorten (don't worry that's just a nick name)!
"Oooo dear we are in troubleee" -Harry potter and the Chamber of Secrets (the movie)
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"Back In Time"
"To the Order"
Chapter I
It was one o'clock in the morning and Harry still lie awake in bed thinking about everything that went on during his fifth year at Hogwarts. How could Sirius be dead? He had been the only person to help him through anything. from his scar hurting to missing and wanting to know about his parents. It just wasn't fair. Harry had to see Sirius, even if he had to see him in a picture. He knew he had one but wasn't sure where. He thought harder and then realized that he had the picture of him as Best-man at his parents wedding. He excitedly hopped out of bed and looked under the loose floorboard for the photo-album Hagrid had given him during his 1st year. Harry looked through half of the book and finally stopped at the picture of Sirius, his mom, and his dad. The lot of them smiled and waved at Harry, who just wished one of them would talk to him. Harry got back into his bed, photo-album still in his hand, and continued to stare at the picture. Eventually he fell asleep.
The next morning Harry awoke to the sound of Hedwig screeching loudly, because Dudley was sticking his chunky fingers through the bars on Hedwig's cage.
"HARRY!" Harry heard his uncle scream from all the way down the stairs. "SHUT THAT BLOODY BIRD UP!" Harry wanted so badly to scream back down to him, that it was his own son who was causing all of the noise, but he didn't want to get into another argument with the Dursley's. Harry turned to look at Hedwig, and gave her a look that said to ignore Dudley and to please stop screeching. Dudley gave Harry and evil grin and left the room screaming down to his mother that he was going to one of his friend's house for 'tea' that afternoon.
Harry walked over to his bed to retrieve the photo-album and he noticed it wasn't there. He looked all around his room twice and still couldn't find it. His stomach rumbled and he decided he would find his photo-album after he ate what the Dursley's left for him. When he got down stairs his eyes lit up in anger.
"And what might I ask is this Potter? And where did you get it?" His uncle was holding up Harry's photo-album.
"Give me that back!"
"Why? So you can cry over pictures of your parents? They're dead Potter they won't come back from staring at their pictures!"
"How did you get that?" Harry managed to say through clenched teeth, His voice was trembling, he was so upset.
"Well Dudley over here delivered it to me by hand." Harry's Uncle smirked and waved a hand towards Dudley.
"You won't be needing it. so I'll be disposing it in my own way."
"You wouldn't dare!" Harry was almost crying now, that was all he had of his parents, and Sirius.
"Maybe I would." At that Harry quickly snatched the album from his uncle, and ran up to his bedroom locking the door behind him. He quickly hid the book under the floorboard and waited for his Uncle to start banging on the door. To Harry's surprise he didn't, so Harry took out a piece of parchment and a quill and decided to write a letter to his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.(A/n: from now on DADA) It took Harry about 5 minutes to write his letter, he didn't need it to be long, just to explain what he wanted. Harry looked over his letter, everything seemed right.
Professor Lupin,
I'm sorry to bother you, but I wanted to know if I could somehow stay with you at the order? The Dursley's are torturing me, and I just need to be with someone I can talk to. Write back.
From,
Harry
Harry rolled up the parchment and tied it to Hedwig's leg. He told her to bring it to Lupin, she hooted cheerfully and swiftly flew out of Harry's window. Now all Harry needed to do was wait.
About two days past, and around 3 o'clock in the afternoon Hedwig flew through Harry's open window carrying a letter from Lupin.
Dear Harry,
Well, first of all I'm not your teacher anymore, just call me Remus, and yes you can come stay at the Order with me. Ron and Hermione aren't coming this summer, but Tonks and Mad-Eye will be here occasionally. Tonks and I will be over to pick you up this evening, tell your aunt and uncle you are leaving until next summer, and if they say no, well, who cares. See you tonight! Remus
Harry stood beaming at the letter and started to pack his trunk. He threw all his stuff into his trunk, he was excited about going to Sirius's old house, but couldn't bare the thought that he wouldn't be there with him.
'Oh Well, at least Profe- Remus will be there, and so will Mad-eye and Tonks.' Harry thought as cheerfully as he could to himself. He lay on his bed for a while trying to clear his mind of all the confusing things that were going on. After a few minutes he got up and walked down to the kitchen to find that the Dursley's weren't there. He was about to go back up to his room when his uncle had crossed Harry's path and stood in front of him.
"We are leaving to go visit Marge," Harry's uncle stopped and Harry gave a snort at the thought of their last encounter.
"Naturally you will not be coming," he continued ignoring Harry's rude reaction "I will be leaving you with Mrs. Figg." Harry was about to smile, but stopped himself realizing that he was supposed to have a bad time at Mrs. Figg's old cat-smelling house.
"Um, Uncle Vernon, I was wondering could I stay at my friends house for the rest of the summer?" Harry lied, knowing that he shouldn't get into detail about where he had really been going.
"Why would you be going there?" Harry hesitated thinking about the right thing to say to his uncle.
"Uh, to get out of your way?" Harry asked in an unsure voice. It took quite a while for Mr. Dursley to decide on an answer but finally he answered,
"Fine, I suppose, they should pick you up at Mrs. Figg's house, and warn them never to make contact with this house or any of the people who live in it," he paused for a moment and then finished, "Well except for you of course." Vernon Dursley grunted and it seemed as though he said something under his breath but Harry just left it at that.
About an hour later he had been sent to walk over to Mrs. Figg's house carrying his trunk in one hand, and Hedwig in the other. When he knocked on the door she gave a squeak of delight at the sight of Harry. He smiled back at her, and she ushered him inside.
"I have been in touch with Remus Lupin, of course, and he is picking you up here around eight o'clock tonight. " They both looked at the clock and saw that it said half past six. "Oh, good, we still have enough time to have some dinner, I assume the Dursley's haven't fed you?" She said this with a look of disgust and looked at Harry. When he nodded in return. She gave an almost silent tuting noise and placed Harry's trunk and Hedwig on the living room floor next to the couch. Then she patted the couch to get Harry to sit next to her. Gratefully, Harry sat next to her, and the next thing he knew a small house-elf walked in from the kitchen, holding just one of the large plates of food it had prepared. Harry looked at it in confusion.
"Uh, Mrs.Figg?"
"Yes Harry dear?"
"How come I had never seen your house elf before?"
"Just got him, don't you think he's cute?" Mrs. Figg smiled sweetly at the elf and looked back at the clock. "Oh dear its already quarter past seven. I guess cooking goes a little faster when you have over a hundred house- elves, like at Hogwarts." Harry chuckled at this while thinking to himself that her house-elf just had to be a bit slower than the others, he knew because of how fast the ones at Hogwarts worked when he went to the secret passageway to the kitchen. He was going to say something, but decided to let Mrs. Figg enjoy her house-elf anyway. Soon enough it was eight o'clock and Remus and Tonks had come to privet drive and knocked on Mrs. Figg's door. They all talked for about five minutes before Remus decided they should go.
They had arrived back at Sirius's old house at about midnight, so Harry went straight to the room with buckbeak in it so that he could sleep for the rest of the night. He didn't want to sleep in his usual room by himself, so he decided to sleep with buckbeak for the rest of his stay there. When he opened the door to the room and Buckbeak opened his eyes warily, and noticing it was Harry he lifted his head high and lowered it again as his own way of saying 'hello.' Harry looked curiously at Buckbeak. When Buckbeak had lifted his head Harry had seen something propped up against the wall next to Buckbeak. He moved in closer to the confused hippogriff, and look past its long slender body. Then he realized what it was. It was a portrait of Sirius from his parents wedding. (It had words carved on the bottom that read "Sirius Black: Best Man at Lily and James Potter's Wedding") Then Harry realized something. Portraits could talk.
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U likes? Sorry if I have any spelling errors or anything. please R/R once I get 7 reviews I'm gonna go to the next chapter. Well, just because people always write things down here I'm gonna put a quote from Harry Potter and the good part of some songs each time.
This is to My beta-reader. n Lorten (don't worry that's just a nick name)!
"Oooo dear we are in troubleee" -Harry potter and the Chamber of Secrets (the movie)
' I know my calculus It says you plus me equals us' 1o0% © jursica purrducctshuns {haha Lurren}
