Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all characters and situations belong to J.K.
Rowling.
(Author's note:
Manda - Thanks for all the ideas for the story! And yes, my grammar is waaaaaay better than yours. ;)
muffinlover - The thing is, my Microsoft word can't save in html format. The only format it can save in that works for fanfiction.net is .doc so that's what I save it in. Shannon- Thanks for your reviews! I'm glad you like my story. And don't worry, there will be a lot of parts you will love.
Sign of Scorpio - (I love your name) Thanks for the support. I'm going to try to create my own version of the archway events. But we all know J.K. Rowling trumps us all. It's true, I did sort of rush chapter two, but I just had too many ideas in my head, and I wanted to write them down quickly before I forgot. Heheehe, thanks.)
Harry awoke to a flock of owls surrounding him, all holding a package or two, or in Hedwig's case, Errol. Forgetting all about Fudge and the Death Eaters, Harry jumped out of bed (after removing a picture that had found it's way to his forehead, and stuck there) and seized the largest package he could find. The first one was from Mad-Eye Moody. He ripped it open, and goggled at the gift. It was a large, shiny foe-glass. Harry then proceeded to rip and tear apart the remaining present's wrappings, until he had mountains of Honeydukes candy from Hermione, Tonks, and Ginny, A whole box of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes from Fred and George, A package of sweets from Mrs. Weasley, 'Quidditch Maneuvers made easy', from Ron, The Quibbler magazine from Luna, (How to exterminate Pudidins), and a fruitcake from Hagrid. (It strongly smelled of bubotuber pus, so Harry set it in the corner of his room.) Then when he cleaned up all the rubbish, he found two other presents he didn't see before. He picked up the long, thin box, and grabbed his dinner knife to break the ribbon surrounding it. He picked up the card first and read:
Harry, I think this will come in use later on in your life. Of course, you were the one to find it, and I'm sure the creator would want you to have it. Use it wisely,
Professor Dumbledore.
Harry racked his brains for something that he found that might be in Dumbldore's possession but could find no answer. So he carefully opened the case and gasped. Sitting in the wooden casing was Godric Griffindor's sword that he had pulled out of The Sorting hat during his second year, in the battle between himself and Voldemort. Voldemort had let out 'the monster within' from Hogwarts, which turned out to be a long, menacing basilisk. Harry then used the sword to kill the basilisk, and turned the sword in to Dumbledore. Shining in the sunlight, Harry can still make out the tiny words 'Godric Griffindor' on the handle. He took a few practice swings, and then put it down slowly and carefully onto his bed.
Suddenly a large barn owl entered his beside window, dropped an envelope at his feet and flew away.
Harry bent down, and when suddenly seeing the official Hogwarts crest, shuddered. On the front it said: Harry Potter. O.W.L results.
(P means practical exam and W means written exam)
History Of Magic - W - Poor
Charms - W - Exceeds Expectations, P - Exceeds Expectations
Herbology - W - Acceptable, P - Exceeds Expectations
Defense Against Dark Arts - W - Outstanding, P - Outstanding
Divination - W - Poor, P - Troll
Transfiguration - W - Exceeds Expectations, P - Outstanding
Care of Magical Creatures - W - Exceeds Expectations, P - Exceeds Expectations
Astronomy - W - Poor, P - Dreadful Potions - (ok, Harry thought. This is what mattered. If he failed this, then it's year after year of potions until he could become an Auror.)
W - (Harry took a deep breath) Outstanding, P - Outstanding. Harry was shocked. He was still, mouth open and eyes frozen. He had passed Potions; he was going to become an Auror. Just one more year, Harry told himself. Then he laughed. He had achieved 12 O.W.Ls. He threw the papers onto the floor, stomped on them and let out a loud whoop.
Then he saw the last present out of the corner of his eye. It looked like books, covered in a brown paper and tied with ribbon. He took out the card and opened it. It read:
Dear Harry, Happy birthday. I am amazed on how much you have grown. I remember just the other day when you grabbed the shirt of my robes when I was holding you as a baby, and you managed to soak the whole arm with drool. Harry, I know that Sirius' death has been affecting you. It has been affecting me too. I've known Sirius since the first Hogwarts ride I've ever ridden. And I still remember everything him, James and I have done together. Harry, I know it must be hard for you to be alone at a time like this. Not even knowing your parents, then losing your godfather. But I just want you to know, that I will be here for you. Sirius may have been the official godfather, but I have been there the whole time, with Sirius and James, watching you grow since you were a baby. If you need anything or want to talk about anything, just talk to me. I would understand. Harry, you must also keep saying to yourself that Sirius is gone. That archway in the Department of Mysteries is an extremely dangerous artifact that has been in that building even before the Ministry of Magic. They still don't understand it. I know you are mad Harry. It is normal to be mad at him. I am mad at him for leaving me all alone, as you are too. During school it was always Sirius and James and I. When your father left us, I was mad at him too. I was mad at him for giving us all the disappointment of never having one laugh with him ever again. Just look on the bright side of Sirius leaving us. Now he's with your mother and father. I was in headquarters the other day, and I found this. Sirius had it wrapped up and waiting for you on your birthday. I hope you have some fun with it. As we did when we were your age. Don't blame yourself Harry. It was not your fault for him leaving us. And he certainly does not blame you either.
Remus Lupin
Harry looked up from the card with tear stained eyes. How could he be so selfish? Why was he only thinking that Sirius' disappearance was only depressing and angering to him? Lupin had known him from that first step into the Hogwarts train. He had known him all his life, watching him grow up to the adult he was. He had witnessed every prank, every laugh, every tear. Harry could still hear Sirius' laugh echoing in his ears. Full of happiness, full of joy. He put the card down and picked up the present, shaking slightly. He slowly unwrapped the present, as to preserve anything Sirius put his time into, just for him. When it was unwrapped, it was the back of a book. He turned it over, and in shining gold letters it said: The Mauraders guide to your daily tricks, jokes and pranks. Harry smiled slightly. It was just like Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs to make something like this. He never gave one thought to Wormtail, he told himself that he never would, when he found out that he was the actual murderer of his parents. He opened it up to the first page, and read the writing:
The Mauraders present, a guide to your daily tricks, jokes and pranks. All made by the Mauraders themselves. By using the pranks in this book, you will agree to perform at least one, on the hook nosed, greasy haired, slimy old git, Snivellus. Or else. And we aren't joking, we really did curse this book. Have fun! (here it had a red drawing of a devil-ish smiley face). Sincerely, Moony, Padfoot, Wormtail, and Prongs. (Mostly Prongs, as I did get the idea for this whole book). (Eat dung, Prongs. I, Padfoot made up most of these pranks.) (Well if it hadn't been for my neat writing, this book wouldn't be here at all, so I think I, Moony deserve the most Praise.) (Shut it, Moony.)
Harry laughed out loud at this. He was glad that his parents and best friends hated the same person with as much passion as he did. He turned to the index of listed pranks to pull.
Page 3 - How to switch a person's voice with an animal's voice.
Page 4 - How to make a person compliment everyone that passes them.
Page 5 - How to make a person howl every time they see the moon. (Brought to you by Moony)
Page 6 - How to make a person believe that they are a newborn flobberworm.
Page 7 - How to make a person sprout fangs before they eat any meat.
Page 8 - How to make a person imitate a niffler, and collect anything shiny.
Page 9 - How to shoot a small object up a person's nose. (Also brought to you by Moony)
Page 10 - How to make a person recite what color underwear they are wearing.
Page 11 - How to make a person proclaim that they're a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world.
Page 12 - How to make a person cry at any time.
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Harry amused himself looking at the pages upon pages of pranks his father, Remus and Sirius created. His favorite was the 'How to make a person insult themselves for minutes.' He will certainly use this one. He may even live up to his automatic promise to the Mauraders, and conjure one of those onto his own potions master.
As Harry walked with his treasure to his bookcase, then suddenly a smaller, thinner book fell out of the Guide to Pranks. Harry didn't notice. He was thinking about sending an owl straightaway to Lupin, to thank him for such a comforting letter, and for sending him the present that Sirius would have sent him, himself. He went over to the package of sweets that Mrs. Weasley had sent him, and reached in for anything. He raised his hand out of the package when he saw it. Fudge. Panic streaked his mind. He had forgotten. He raced over to his desk, seized a strip of parchment and began to write in a hurry.
Professor Dumbledore,
I had a dream last night that Voldemort went to the Ministry of Magic, disguised as Percy. Then he captured Fudge, who is also head of the Floo Department. Then he told Fudge that if he joined him, he would give Fudge powers. And if he didn't he would expose him, or kill him on the spot. Fudge said he'd join. And Voldemort put the death eaters mark on his skin. What are we going to do?
He strode over to Hedwig, currently eating an owl treat; she ruffled up her feathers and came forward to Harry, sensing that this was important. Harry tied the letter to her leg and she took off, at top speed.
For nearly an hour, Harry paced his bedroom, waiting for an answer. Suddenly Hedwig flew in, and dropped the letter in Harry's hands. She then proceeded to her water pail and drained it.
Harry tore the scroll open, and read:
Harry,
The dream that you had seems indeed real. Cornelius Fudge is nowhere to be seen. Whatever you do, do not use the Floo network for anything. We will come to collect you very soon. I am calling up the Order to discuss the matter. Do not leave the house.
(End of Chapter three!! YAAAAY! Ok just a few matters to discuss. The Barbie girl song, is by Aqua, just in case I'm breaking any copyright rules or anything. Well I've gotten a lot more reviews! Keep them coming I love them!! I'm surprised that I wrote 3 chapters in 3 days. Maybe that means that the 4th one will come tomorrow? Not sure. Well make sure to give any constructive criticism or pointers. I'd love that. Because the more one writes, the more they improve.)
(Author's note:
Manda - Thanks for all the ideas for the story! And yes, my grammar is waaaaaay better than yours. ;)
muffinlover - The thing is, my Microsoft word can't save in html format. The only format it can save in that works for fanfiction.net is .doc so that's what I save it in. Shannon- Thanks for your reviews! I'm glad you like my story. And don't worry, there will be a lot of parts you will love.
Sign of Scorpio - (I love your name) Thanks for the support. I'm going to try to create my own version of the archway events. But we all know J.K. Rowling trumps us all. It's true, I did sort of rush chapter two, but I just had too many ideas in my head, and I wanted to write them down quickly before I forgot. Heheehe, thanks.)
Harry awoke to a flock of owls surrounding him, all holding a package or two, or in Hedwig's case, Errol. Forgetting all about Fudge and the Death Eaters, Harry jumped out of bed (after removing a picture that had found it's way to his forehead, and stuck there) and seized the largest package he could find. The first one was from Mad-Eye Moody. He ripped it open, and goggled at the gift. It was a large, shiny foe-glass. Harry then proceeded to rip and tear apart the remaining present's wrappings, until he had mountains of Honeydukes candy from Hermione, Tonks, and Ginny, A whole box of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes from Fred and George, A package of sweets from Mrs. Weasley, 'Quidditch Maneuvers made easy', from Ron, The Quibbler magazine from Luna, (How to exterminate Pudidins), and a fruitcake from Hagrid. (It strongly smelled of bubotuber pus, so Harry set it in the corner of his room.) Then when he cleaned up all the rubbish, he found two other presents he didn't see before. He picked up the long, thin box, and grabbed his dinner knife to break the ribbon surrounding it. He picked up the card first and read:
Harry, I think this will come in use later on in your life. Of course, you were the one to find it, and I'm sure the creator would want you to have it. Use it wisely,
Professor Dumbledore.
Harry racked his brains for something that he found that might be in Dumbldore's possession but could find no answer. So he carefully opened the case and gasped. Sitting in the wooden casing was Godric Griffindor's sword that he had pulled out of The Sorting hat during his second year, in the battle between himself and Voldemort. Voldemort had let out 'the monster within' from Hogwarts, which turned out to be a long, menacing basilisk. Harry then used the sword to kill the basilisk, and turned the sword in to Dumbledore. Shining in the sunlight, Harry can still make out the tiny words 'Godric Griffindor' on the handle. He took a few practice swings, and then put it down slowly and carefully onto his bed.
Suddenly a large barn owl entered his beside window, dropped an envelope at his feet and flew away.
Harry bent down, and when suddenly seeing the official Hogwarts crest, shuddered. On the front it said: Harry Potter. O.W.L results.
(P means practical exam and W means written exam)
History Of Magic - W - Poor
Charms - W - Exceeds Expectations, P - Exceeds Expectations
Herbology - W - Acceptable, P - Exceeds Expectations
Defense Against Dark Arts - W - Outstanding, P - Outstanding
Divination - W - Poor, P - Troll
Transfiguration - W - Exceeds Expectations, P - Outstanding
Care of Magical Creatures - W - Exceeds Expectations, P - Exceeds Expectations
Astronomy - W - Poor, P - Dreadful Potions - (ok, Harry thought. This is what mattered. If he failed this, then it's year after year of potions until he could become an Auror.)
W - (Harry took a deep breath) Outstanding, P - Outstanding. Harry was shocked. He was still, mouth open and eyes frozen. He had passed Potions; he was going to become an Auror. Just one more year, Harry told himself. Then he laughed. He had achieved 12 O.W.Ls. He threw the papers onto the floor, stomped on them and let out a loud whoop.
Then he saw the last present out of the corner of his eye. It looked like books, covered in a brown paper and tied with ribbon. He took out the card and opened it. It read:
Dear Harry, Happy birthday. I am amazed on how much you have grown. I remember just the other day when you grabbed the shirt of my robes when I was holding you as a baby, and you managed to soak the whole arm with drool. Harry, I know that Sirius' death has been affecting you. It has been affecting me too. I've known Sirius since the first Hogwarts ride I've ever ridden. And I still remember everything him, James and I have done together. Harry, I know it must be hard for you to be alone at a time like this. Not even knowing your parents, then losing your godfather. But I just want you to know, that I will be here for you. Sirius may have been the official godfather, but I have been there the whole time, with Sirius and James, watching you grow since you were a baby. If you need anything or want to talk about anything, just talk to me. I would understand. Harry, you must also keep saying to yourself that Sirius is gone. That archway in the Department of Mysteries is an extremely dangerous artifact that has been in that building even before the Ministry of Magic. They still don't understand it. I know you are mad Harry. It is normal to be mad at him. I am mad at him for leaving me all alone, as you are too. During school it was always Sirius and James and I. When your father left us, I was mad at him too. I was mad at him for giving us all the disappointment of never having one laugh with him ever again. Just look on the bright side of Sirius leaving us. Now he's with your mother and father. I was in headquarters the other day, and I found this. Sirius had it wrapped up and waiting for you on your birthday. I hope you have some fun with it. As we did when we were your age. Don't blame yourself Harry. It was not your fault for him leaving us. And he certainly does not blame you either.
Remus Lupin
Harry looked up from the card with tear stained eyes. How could he be so selfish? Why was he only thinking that Sirius' disappearance was only depressing and angering to him? Lupin had known him from that first step into the Hogwarts train. He had known him all his life, watching him grow up to the adult he was. He had witnessed every prank, every laugh, every tear. Harry could still hear Sirius' laugh echoing in his ears. Full of happiness, full of joy. He put the card down and picked up the present, shaking slightly. He slowly unwrapped the present, as to preserve anything Sirius put his time into, just for him. When it was unwrapped, it was the back of a book. He turned it over, and in shining gold letters it said: The Mauraders guide to your daily tricks, jokes and pranks. Harry smiled slightly. It was just like Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs to make something like this. He never gave one thought to Wormtail, he told himself that he never would, when he found out that he was the actual murderer of his parents. He opened it up to the first page, and read the writing:
The Mauraders present, a guide to your daily tricks, jokes and pranks. All made by the Mauraders themselves. By using the pranks in this book, you will agree to perform at least one, on the hook nosed, greasy haired, slimy old git, Snivellus. Or else. And we aren't joking, we really did curse this book. Have fun! (here it had a red drawing of a devil-ish smiley face). Sincerely, Moony, Padfoot, Wormtail, and Prongs. (Mostly Prongs, as I did get the idea for this whole book). (Eat dung, Prongs. I, Padfoot made up most of these pranks.) (Well if it hadn't been for my neat writing, this book wouldn't be here at all, so I think I, Moony deserve the most Praise.) (Shut it, Moony.)
Harry laughed out loud at this. He was glad that his parents and best friends hated the same person with as much passion as he did. He turned to the index of listed pranks to pull.
Page 3 - How to switch a person's voice with an animal's voice.
Page 4 - How to make a person compliment everyone that passes them.
Page 5 - How to make a person howl every time they see the moon. (Brought to you by Moony)
Page 6 - How to make a person believe that they are a newborn flobberworm.
Page 7 - How to make a person sprout fangs before they eat any meat.
Page 8 - How to make a person imitate a niffler, and collect anything shiny.
Page 9 - How to shoot a small object up a person's nose. (Also brought to you by Moony)
Page 10 - How to make a person recite what color underwear they are wearing.
Page 11 - How to make a person proclaim that they're a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world.
Page 12 - How to make a person cry at any time.
..
Harry amused himself looking at the pages upon pages of pranks his father, Remus and Sirius created. His favorite was the 'How to make a person insult themselves for minutes.' He will certainly use this one. He may even live up to his automatic promise to the Mauraders, and conjure one of those onto his own potions master.
As Harry walked with his treasure to his bookcase, then suddenly a smaller, thinner book fell out of the Guide to Pranks. Harry didn't notice. He was thinking about sending an owl straightaway to Lupin, to thank him for such a comforting letter, and for sending him the present that Sirius would have sent him, himself. He went over to the package of sweets that Mrs. Weasley had sent him, and reached in for anything. He raised his hand out of the package when he saw it. Fudge. Panic streaked his mind. He had forgotten. He raced over to his desk, seized a strip of parchment and began to write in a hurry.
Professor Dumbledore,
I had a dream last night that Voldemort went to the Ministry of Magic, disguised as Percy. Then he captured Fudge, who is also head of the Floo Department. Then he told Fudge that if he joined him, he would give Fudge powers. And if he didn't he would expose him, or kill him on the spot. Fudge said he'd join. And Voldemort put the death eaters mark on his skin. What are we going to do?
He strode over to Hedwig, currently eating an owl treat; she ruffled up her feathers and came forward to Harry, sensing that this was important. Harry tied the letter to her leg and she took off, at top speed.
For nearly an hour, Harry paced his bedroom, waiting for an answer. Suddenly Hedwig flew in, and dropped the letter in Harry's hands. She then proceeded to her water pail and drained it.
Harry tore the scroll open, and read:
Harry,
The dream that you had seems indeed real. Cornelius Fudge is nowhere to be seen. Whatever you do, do not use the Floo network for anything. We will come to collect you very soon. I am calling up the Order to discuss the matter. Do not leave the house.
(End of Chapter three!! YAAAAY! Ok just a few matters to discuss. The Barbie girl song, is by Aqua, just in case I'm breaking any copyright rules or anything. Well I've gotten a lot more reviews! Keep them coming I love them!! I'm surprised that I wrote 3 chapters in 3 days. Maybe that means that the 4th one will come tomorrow? Not sure. Well make sure to give any constructive criticism or pointers. I'd love that. Because the more one writes, the more they improve.)