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Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix
Chapter 1: Nightmares and A Solution
It was the 8th of July and Harry Potter was back at the Dursleys' home, Number Four, Privet Drive. Sitting in on his bed at 5:30 in the morning, Harry was once again thinking of the third task at the end of the Triwizard Tournament: Cedric Diggory's lifeless body beside him when he was transported to the graveyard for his encounter with Voldemort, and Cedric's face, frozen in shock despite his painless death. Harry did not get much sleep for the past week ever since he came back from Hogwarts as the nightmares of the tournament kept haunting him.
Life with the Dursleys' wasn't much better. They constantly kept him busy with chores and Harry wondered if he'd ever get the time to do his homework. However, due to his nightmares, he got little rest anyway and so, to keep his mind off Cedric's death and the nightmares, he started doing some of the homework for the start of the next term. While he was going through some of his history homework, which was boring as ever, he drifted off to sleep and once again the nightmares came back to him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Kill the Spare," cried the cold voice of Voldemort
"Avada Kedavra!"
A blast of green light blazed through his mind and Cedric's body fell to the ground beside Harry. Then the scene changed to a cold tombstone and Harry was tied up so that he could hardly move. There was a cauldron simmering over a fire and Wormtail had just dropped the dust of Voldemort's father into the cauldron. The cauldron bubbled and Harry saw him go over and pick up the bundle that was the reincarnation of Voldemort himself, dropping it into the cauldron and cutting off his own hand to revive his master. Finally Wormtail came over to him with a knife and cut through his arm, drawing blood so that he could add it to the cauldron, completing the potion. Once finished, Voldemort's thin figure came rising from the cauldron, causing Harry's scar burn again to the point where it bled profusely.
~*~*~*~*~
Harry immediately woke up, his hand going to his burning scar. The pain subsided eventually and once it stopped burning, he drew back his hand only to see that there was blood.
*Why me? Why do I have to be the one who always survives, * thought Harry, *Why couldn't I have been the one to die instead of Cedric. Then he would be alive and Cho wouldn't be grieving over his death and she would be happy..*
Cho, although Harry did have a crush on her, now that Cedric was dead, Harry could only see her as a friend. To him, it would be taking advantage of Cedric's death and he could already hear some of the nasty rumours coming from the rest of the school. The Slytherins would have the time of their lives.
'Didn't Harry Potter like Cho? I think he killed Cedric so that he could have her.'
'Potter must have set up the Portkey so that he could ambush Cedric and kill him'
Blood started dripping onto his glasses so Harry picked up one of Dudley's oversized shirts and used it to wipe the blood off of his glasses then put the shirt to his forehead so that it would stop bleeding. He then took another look at the homework lying in front of him before going back to thinking.
*Ugh, more work. If I had been more powerful or had known more spells, maybe I wouldn't have been such a failure at trying to protect those around me and Cedric wouldn't have died but maybe I can start trying to become more powerful so that I can protect those I care about. *
Harry looked at his transfiguration book which was sitting over at the edge of his bed. Transfiguration was taught by Professor McGonagall, the head mistress of Gryffindor House. A strict teacher, but she was not unfair in dealing punishments to her students. The subject, ever since the beginning of summer, had grown on Harry and he started to like the idea of being able to transfigure objects into different things. Someday, he hoped to become an animagus, like his godfather, Sirius Black. Maybe he should write to him and ask him how he could become one. The thought was appealing so Harry threw the bloody shirt aside since his scar stopped bleeding, and walked over to his table near his bed where he took out a parchment and quill and started writing a letter to Sirius.
Dear Sirus,
I've been having nightmares of Cedric's death but don't worry about me, I'm fine. I want to become an animagus like you so that I can protect those I care about. Ron and Hermione are at the top of my list, but it is mainly so that no one else will die because of me. So I was wondering if you could teach me how to become an animagus like you and my father. Please owl me back as soon as you can with your answer.
-Harry
He then rolled up the parchment and took Hedwig out of her cage. He attached it to her leg and told her to deliver it to Sirius. She nipped his finger affectionately before taking off through the open window. Once she was out of sight, Harry returned to his bed and looked at the clock. It was now 7:00, another 2 minutes and he would hear his Aunt call him down to make breakfast, but until then, he just sat in his bed awaiting the call.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sure enough, the sound of Aunt Petunia at 7:02 calling him down to make breakfast made Harry get up from bed and walk down to the kitchen where Aunt Petunia was waiting.
"Prepare the breakfast quickly. Half a bagel and some low-fat cottage cheese for everyone. Don't mess up. Everything must be perfect for my Dudlykins," cried Aunt Petunia with a phoney look on her face as if she were about to burst. Dudley was still on a diet since last year, they got a letter from Smeltings that if Dudley didn't go on a diet, he wouldn't fit into his uniforms anymore, which meant he'd be expelled.
"BOY! Hurry up with the breakfast, its getting late and work can't wait," yelled Uncle Vernon as he sat at the table reading the newspaper like he did every morning.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," said Harry in the most neutral voice possible since any hint of emotion in his voice could be interpreted by the Dursleys as hostility. The Dursleys never cared much for Harry and they disliked him because of his "abnormality" as they called it. He wasn't able to do any magic or get any of his work done while they were around because they hated anything that wasn't considered normal.
Harry brought two plates bagels and low-fat cottage cheese to the table. He put one in front of Uncle Vernon and set one down where Dudley would normally sit at. Then he quickly took his own plate and started eating as quickly as possible before Dudley got downstairs for breakfast and engaged his favourite activity: tormenting him.
Unfortunately for Harry, Dudley came down the stairs, running as fast as his fat body would allow him to, and knocked Harry to the ground before sitting down at the table to eat his breakfast. Harry's plate fell to the floor and broke into several pieces and what was left of his breakfast spilled onto the floor.
"BOY, PICK THAT UP AND I WANT THIS PLACE CLEANED BY THE TIME I GET BACK," yelled Uncle Vernon when he saw what happened. "AND IF YOU DON'T CLEAN IT TO THE SATISFACTION OF YOUR AUNT, I'LL SEND YOU INTO NEXT WEEK."
Harry started to clean up the mess that Dudley made. He hated the Dursleys. They always made him do all the work because they were too lazy to do it themselves, except for Aunt Petunia who's personality was to make everything as spotless as possible if she wasn't looking out the windows, spying on the neighbours.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
By the time he was finished cleaning up the kitchen and finished with the rest of his chores, it was 2:00 and Harry went back upstairs to his room. He had gotten his own room because the Dursleys were afraid that people from the wizarding world were following them since they knew that Harry lived in the cupboard under the stairs, so they moved him up to Dudley's 2nd room, upstairs during the summer before his first year at Hogwarts.
A tapping at the window caught his attention and when he looked at the window saw a snowy owl, which he recognised as Hedwig. He immediately opened the window and took the note that was attached to her leg. Hedwig then flew over to her cage and started drinking some water before resting, perched on top of it. Harry opened the note. It was from Sirius and Harry was surprised that he had responded so quickly. It read:
Harry-
Sure I'll help you in becoming an animagus, but you'll have to do it in secret because if anyone finds out, you can get into a lot of trouble. If you can, try to meet me in front of Flourish and Blotts. I'll be waiting there. You may also want to find a book called "Advanced Transfiguration, Level 7." It's the book I used when I was trying to learn how to become an animagus. Owl me with the time and day you can be there. See you there and make sure no one recognizes you. It'll be dangerous if Voldemort knew you were out in the open.
-Sirius
Harry got out some parchment and a quill and wrote his response to Sirus. While he was at it, he decided he should write to Ron and Hermione while he still had the chance.
Dear Sirius,
I'll be there tomorrow at 2:00. I'll also need to go make a withdrawal from my vault and I'll be disguised. I'll walk up to you and pet you on the head and I'll walk into an alley.
-Harry
~~~~~~~~
Ron,
How's summer? Life at the Dursleys' is as fun as its going to get. You know what I mean. I wish I could come over to see you or get out of this hellhole. I look forward to the start of the term when I can get out of this place. Don't be peeved that Hermione is visiting Krum. It's only for a week. She'll be back soon enough.
-Harry
~~~~~~~~
Dear Hermione,
How was your stay at Krum's? I think I finally decided to take your advice and start doing my homework and read the books ahead of time. I hope to see you during the summer, maybe at Ron's place or sometime before the start of term. Or maybe we can meet at Diagon Alley with Ron and we can go pick up the materials we need together. I think you'll be made a prefect this year. Well, I'll see you later.
Yours truly,
Harry
He then rolled up all 3 parchments and attached them to Hedwig's leg before letting her out the window and started making arrangements for the next day. He packed a bag with his key and the money he needed to get to Diagon Alley. Afterwards, he quickly transfigured his clothes into something better fitting and he made sure his scar was completely covered by his hair. He then locked the door to his room before he went quietly down the stairs dressed in a white button-up shirt and a pair of khakis. He passed Dudley's room on the way where Dudley was asleep and the TV was on.
*Dudley is the biggest pig I have ever seen, but his habits are likened to that of a rat. All they do is eat and sleep.* thought Harry before continuing. Aunt Petunia was in the kitchen looking out the window so he had no problem sneaking out the door. It was unlikely that the Dursleys would notice he was gone since they cared so little for him.
He walked to the corner of the street and took out his wand. After making sure no one was around, he held it high over his head and said "Lumos" and the wand lit up. After a minute, nothing happened and he lowered his hand. He then remembered falling in 3rd year before the knight bus came so he tied his shoelaces together as he had often seen Neville fall over on and he took a step forward. He fell over and he heard a big BANG before the knight bus appeared.
" 'ello dere. 'Choo fall over for?" sniggered Stan, the conductor of the knight bus.
"Nothing happened, so I thought if I fell over, you guys would come," said Harry.
"You din't 'ave to fall over for us to come, you already flagged us down when you held your wand over your 'ead. Well, get on," Stan said, still laughing at Harry's ridiculousness.
"Can you take me to London?" asked Harry.
"Sure, I can take you anywhere you like. For London, it'll be 11 sickles."
Harry counted out 11 sickles and paid Stan before going over to the back of the bus and lying down on one of the beds as the bus sped of towards its destination. Surprisingly Stan didn't ask any questions, but Harry didn't care as long as he got to London. The fewer questions asked, the better, thought Harry and soon he drifted off to sleep.
A/N: Well, that's the end of the first chapter. Like it/hate it?, just tell me. Plz R&R. If there are any misspellings, plz tell me.
Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix
Chapter 1: Nightmares and A Solution
It was the 8th of July and Harry Potter was back at the Dursleys' home, Number Four, Privet Drive. Sitting in on his bed at 5:30 in the morning, Harry was once again thinking of the third task at the end of the Triwizard Tournament: Cedric Diggory's lifeless body beside him when he was transported to the graveyard for his encounter with Voldemort, and Cedric's face, frozen in shock despite his painless death. Harry did not get much sleep for the past week ever since he came back from Hogwarts as the nightmares of the tournament kept haunting him.
Life with the Dursleys' wasn't much better. They constantly kept him busy with chores and Harry wondered if he'd ever get the time to do his homework. However, due to his nightmares, he got little rest anyway and so, to keep his mind off Cedric's death and the nightmares, he started doing some of the homework for the start of the next term. While he was going through some of his history homework, which was boring as ever, he drifted off to sleep and once again the nightmares came back to him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Kill the Spare," cried the cold voice of Voldemort
"Avada Kedavra!"
A blast of green light blazed through his mind and Cedric's body fell to the ground beside Harry. Then the scene changed to a cold tombstone and Harry was tied up so that he could hardly move. There was a cauldron simmering over a fire and Wormtail had just dropped the dust of Voldemort's father into the cauldron. The cauldron bubbled and Harry saw him go over and pick up the bundle that was the reincarnation of Voldemort himself, dropping it into the cauldron and cutting off his own hand to revive his master. Finally Wormtail came over to him with a knife and cut through his arm, drawing blood so that he could add it to the cauldron, completing the potion. Once finished, Voldemort's thin figure came rising from the cauldron, causing Harry's scar burn again to the point where it bled profusely.
~*~*~*~*~
Harry immediately woke up, his hand going to his burning scar. The pain subsided eventually and once it stopped burning, he drew back his hand only to see that there was blood.
*Why me? Why do I have to be the one who always survives, * thought Harry, *Why couldn't I have been the one to die instead of Cedric. Then he would be alive and Cho wouldn't be grieving over his death and she would be happy..*
Cho, although Harry did have a crush on her, now that Cedric was dead, Harry could only see her as a friend. To him, it would be taking advantage of Cedric's death and he could already hear some of the nasty rumours coming from the rest of the school. The Slytherins would have the time of their lives.
'Didn't Harry Potter like Cho? I think he killed Cedric so that he could have her.'
'Potter must have set up the Portkey so that he could ambush Cedric and kill him'
Blood started dripping onto his glasses so Harry picked up one of Dudley's oversized shirts and used it to wipe the blood off of his glasses then put the shirt to his forehead so that it would stop bleeding. He then took another look at the homework lying in front of him before going back to thinking.
*Ugh, more work. If I had been more powerful or had known more spells, maybe I wouldn't have been such a failure at trying to protect those around me and Cedric wouldn't have died but maybe I can start trying to become more powerful so that I can protect those I care about. *
Harry looked at his transfiguration book which was sitting over at the edge of his bed. Transfiguration was taught by Professor McGonagall, the head mistress of Gryffindor House. A strict teacher, but she was not unfair in dealing punishments to her students. The subject, ever since the beginning of summer, had grown on Harry and he started to like the idea of being able to transfigure objects into different things. Someday, he hoped to become an animagus, like his godfather, Sirius Black. Maybe he should write to him and ask him how he could become one. The thought was appealing so Harry threw the bloody shirt aside since his scar stopped bleeding, and walked over to his table near his bed where he took out a parchment and quill and started writing a letter to Sirius.
Dear Sirus,
I've been having nightmares of Cedric's death but don't worry about me, I'm fine. I want to become an animagus like you so that I can protect those I care about. Ron and Hermione are at the top of my list, but it is mainly so that no one else will die because of me. So I was wondering if you could teach me how to become an animagus like you and my father. Please owl me back as soon as you can with your answer.
-Harry
He then rolled up the parchment and took Hedwig out of her cage. He attached it to her leg and told her to deliver it to Sirius. She nipped his finger affectionately before taking off through the open window. Once she was out of sight, Harry returned to his bed and looked at the clock. It was now 7:00, another 2 minutes and he would hear his Aunt call him down to make breakfast, but until then, he just sat in his bed awaiting the call.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sure enough, the sound of Aunt Petunia at 7:02 calling him down to make breakfast made Harry get up from bed and walk down to the kitchen where Aunt Petunia was waiting.
"Prepare the breakfast quickly. Half a bagel and some low-fat cottage cheese for everyone. Don't mess up. Everything must be perfect for my Dudlykins," cried Aunt Petunia with a phoney look on her face as if she were about to burst. Dudley was still on a diet since last year, they got a letter from Smeltings that if Dudley didn't go on a diet, he wouldn't fit into his uniforms anymore, which meant he'd be expelled.
"BOY! Hurry up with the breakfast, its getting late and work can't wait," yelled Uncle Vernon as he sat at the table reading the newspaper like he did every morning.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," said Harry in the most neutral voice possible since any hint of emotion in his voice could be interpreted by the Dursleys as hostility. The Dursleys never cared much for Harry and they disliked him because of his "abnormality" as they called it. He wasn't able to do any magic or get any of his work done while they were around because they hated anything that wasn't considered normal.
Harry brought two plates bagels and low-fat cottage cheese to the table. He put one in front of Uncle Vernon and set one down where Dudley would normally sit at. Then he quickly took his own plate and started eating as quickly as possible before Dudley got downstairs for breakfast and engaged his favourite activity: tormenting him.
Unfortunately for Harry, Dudley came down the stairs, running as fast as his fat body would allow him to, and knocked Harry to the ground before sitting down at the table to eat his breakfast. Harry's plate fell to the floor and broke into several pieces and what was left of his breakfast spilled onto the floor.
"BOY, PICK THAT UP AND I WANT THIS PLACE CLEANED BY THE TIME I GET BACK," yelled Uncle Vernon when he saw what happened. "AND IF YOU DON'T CLEAN IT TO THE SATISFACTION OF YOUR AUNT, I'LL SEND YOU INTO NEXT WEEK."
Harry started to clean up the mess that Dudley made. He hated the Dursleys. They always made him do all the work because they were too lazy to do it themselves, except for Aunt Petunia who's personality was to make everything as spotless as possible if she wasn't looking out the windows, spying on the neighbours.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
By the time he was finished cleaning up the kitchen and finished with the rest of his chores, it was 2:00 and Harry went back upstairs to his room. He had gotten his own room because the Dursleys were afraid that people from the wizarding world were following them since they knew that Harry lived in the cupboard under the stairs, so they moved him up to Dudley's 2nd room, upstairs during the summer before his first year at Hogwarts.
A tapping at the window caught his attention and when he looked at the window saw a snowy owl, which he recognised as Hedwig. He immediately opened the window and took the note that was attached to her leg. Hedwig then flew over to her cage and started drinking some water before resting, perched on top of it. Harry opened the note. It was from Sirius and Harry was surprised that he had responded so quickly. It read:
Harry-
Sure I'll help you in becoming an animagus, but you'll have to do it in secret because if anyone finds out, you can get into a lot of trouble. If you can, try to meet me in front of Flourish and Blotts. I'll be waiting there. You may also want to find a book called "Advanced Transfiguration, Level 7." It's the book I used when I was trying to learn how to become an animagus. Owl me with the time and day you can be there. See you there and make sure no one recognizes you. It'll be dangerous if Voldemort knew you were out in the open.
-Sirius
Harry got out some parchment and a quill and wrote his response to Sirus. While he was at it, he decided he should write to Ron and Hermione while he still had the chance.
Dear Sirius,
I'll be there tomorrow at 2:00. I'll also need to go make a withdrawal from my vault and I'll be disguised. I'll walk up to you and pet you on the head and I'll walk into an alley.
-Harry
~~~~~~~~
Ron,
How's summer? Life at the Dursleys' is as fun as its going to get. You know what I mean. I wish I could come over to see you or get out of this hellhole. I look forward to the start of the term when I can get out of this place. Don't be peeved that Hermione is visiting Krum. It's only for a week. She'll be back soon enough.
-Harry
~~~~~~~~
Dear Hermione,
How was your stay at Krum's? I think I finally decided to take your advice and start doing my homework and read the books ahead of time. I hope to see you during the summer, maybe at Ron's place or sometime before the start of term. Or maybe we can meet at Diagon Alley with Ron and we can go pick up the materials we need together. I think you'll be made a prefect this year. Well, I'll see you later.
Yours truly,
Harry
He then rolled up all 3 parchments and attached them to Hedwig's leg before letting her out the window and started making arrangements for the next day. He packed a bag with his key and the money he needed to get to Diagon Alley. Afterwards, he quickly transfigured his clothes into something better fitting and he made sure his scar was completely covered by his hair. He then locked the door to his room before he went quietly down the stairs dressed in a white button-up shirt and a pair of khakis. He passed Dudley's room on the way where Dudley was asleep and the TV was on.
*Dudley is the biggest pig I have ever seen, but his habits are likened to that of a rat. All they do is eat and sleep.* thought Harry before continuing. Aunt Petunia was in the kitchen looking out the window so he had no problem sneaking out the door. It was unlikely that the Dursleys would notice he was gone since they cared so little for him.
He walked to the corner of the street and took out his wand. After making sure no one was around, he held it high over his head and said "Lumos" and the wand lit up. After a minute, nothing happened and he lowered his hand. He then remembered falling in 3rd year before the knight bus came so he tied his shoelaces together as he had often seen Neville fall over on and he took a step forward. He fell over and he heard a big BANG before the knight bus appeared.
" 'ello dere. 'Choo fall over for?" sniggered Stan, the conductor of the knight bus.
"Nothing happened, so I thought if I fell over, you guys would come," said Harry.
"You din't 'ave to fall over for us to come, you already flagged us down when you held your wand over your 'ead. Well, get on," Stan said, still laughing at Harry's ridiculousness.
"Can you take me to London?" asked Harry.
"Sure, I can take you anywhere you like. For London, it'll be 11 sickles."
Harry counted out 11 sickles and paid Stan before going over to the back of the bus and lying down on one of the beds as the bus sped of towards its destination. Surprisingly Stan didn't ask any questions, but Harry didn't care as long as he got to London. The fewer questions asked, the better, thought Harry and soon he drifted off to sleep.
A/N: Well, that's the end of the first chapter. Like it/hate it?, just tell me. Plz R&R. If there are any misspellings, plz tell me.