REVISED ON THE 27TH APRIL 2003
Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch
Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.K.Rowlings characters, although I wish I did! I will not make any money off of this story.
Just want to say thanks to my sisters for helping me with ideas as well as all the encouragement I got from friends. I have re-read and beta read every single one of my chapters, making the correct adjustments. Do carry on reading everyone, the story heats up in 'Attack at the Burrow'!
Read and Review please!
Chapter 1
It was late in July and Harry was exhausted not to mention bored stiff. He had been working all day in the garden; pruning rose bushes, mowing the lawn, painting the garden fence. The sun was scorching his skin. He was hungry and in desperate need of a shower. The Dursleys had been making him work relentlessly all through the holidays.
As Harry sat back to take a break, Dudley poked his fat head out the door grinning smugly and licking an ice-cream.
"Better not let mum see you slacking when she comes home." He said in a snotty voice.
"And you'd better have finished that ice-cream!" Harry shot back in irritation.
Dudley scowled and waddled back inside. The diet that he had been placed on last year was NOT working. Whenever Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon left to go shopping, Dudley hauled out his food store and started stuffing his face. Harry secretly wondered if Dudley had a miniature fridge in his room. His thoughts trailed off to his 4th year at Hogwarts. In the 3rd task Cedric Diggory had been murdered by Lord Voldemort and Harry blamed himself. If he hadn't been so noble, Cedric wouldn't have died. He picked up the spade and started digging furiously, hoping to relieve the anger he felt towards Voldemort. His uncle's voice brought him back to Privet Drive,
"Boy, are you trying to wreck my garden?" Harry really wanted to snort and say, well, you'd know why I was if you were a proper uncle and asked how my life was going!
Instead he settled for a somewhat sarcastic, "just doing my work." Reply.
Uncle Vernon's face turned a deep shade of maroon that Harry had to admit he hadn't seen before. One day he should congratulate his uncle on the remarkable colours he could change to. He was reminded of a chameleon as he observed his uncles face go red then settle on a blotchy pink.
"Get-room-now!" his uncle spat.
Harry shoved the spade to the floor and stalked off. He stormed up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door shut behind him shaking the house. He sat furiously on his bed silently cursing Voldemort and his uncle. When Harry came down to dinner that evening he felt uncle Vernon's eyes glaring at him. He walked straight to his chair and sat down to a 'sumptuous' meal of peas and boiled potatoes. Harry frowned down at his plate. Wish Dudley would lose his stupid fat, he thought . Harry sat eating his meal in silence when a sudden outburst jerked his head up.
"Petunia, why do we have to eat all this stupid rabbit food. I'm sick and tired of it." Shouted Uncle Vernon
Petunia shushed him with a finger to her lips but this time it had gone too far. Uncle Vernon stood up angrily and glared at Dudley.
"Dudley you're going to a summer camp tomorrow and if you get back with a single pound more on your stomach..." Roared his father. Seeing the expression of delight on Harry's face, his Uncle added "and so are you, boy!" ***** Harry sat at his desk writing a letter to Dumbeldore.
Dumbeldore
The Dursleys are sending their son and me to a summer camp tomorrow, about 10 miles from Privet Drive. I know you were worried about my protection, so if there is a problem, please owl me back. Harry Potter
Harry placed the letter into an envelope he had snuck out of his uncles room and tied it to Hedgwig's leg. "Please hurry girl," whispered Harry.
Hedwig nipped his ear affectionately and flew out of the window.
Harry bent down and lifted a loose floorboard. He hauled out a quill, some parchment and his History of Magic Homework. He knew he had to practise for the upcoming O.W.L.S this year so he had been working extra hard at all his school work. Hermione would probably be saying,
'About time Harry.'
While Ron would be saying, 'Ahhh, no, don't turn into another Hermione.'
At about a quarter to twelve Hedwig returned. Harry untied the letter from her leg and tore it open.
Harry Write a note to your Uncle and Aunt saying that the Weasleys will pick you up tomorrow. Leave it on your bed. Arthur Weasley will apparate to your house at 6am. Please make sure that all your bags are packed and that you can leave immediately. You will return to the Weasleys' house via floo- powder. Do not worry about Voldemort coming to the Weasleys, I have arranged a protection unit for you and you will receive the charm in an hour or so, please look after it. Yours truly Albus Dumbeldore
Harry grinned stupidly after reading the letter. Sure, he didn't know what Dumbeldore meant by a charm or something but otherwise Yeah, he would be having his birthday at Ron's house. He reached under the floorboard again and cleared out all his school supplies shoving them into his trunk along with his Firebolt. He locked it and sat at his desk waiting for whatever it was Dumbeldore had told him to wait for. Harry had dozed off and jumped awake when he heard a sharp tapping at the window. He rushed forward to open it and in flew a large tawny owl accompanied by something that looked like Pigwidgeon. Harry flicked his light switch and gasped when he saw the tiny creature that had just flown in. If he was right, it was a Golden Snidget. Harry had read about them in his 'Fantastic beasts and where to find them.' He took the letter from the owl still staring at the little gold ball wizzing around his room. It read:
Harry As I said, this is your charm. It's powers will protect both you and your friends. I had to get the Ministry to make a legal certificate of ownership for you. Don't worry about feeding the Snidget, it eats insects which it will catch on its own. Keep it with you at all times. Your sincerely Albus Dumbledore
A/N: ( I have the cutest picture of a Golden Snidget so if you want it, just e-mail me and I'll send it to you as soon as I can. Sorry about earlier delay, I've updated my email, so attachments are easier to send. )
Harry let the impatient owl out of the window and stared in awe at the Snidget. He pondered on a name for the Snidget,
"hmmm, I think I'll call you Skeeperling."
The name had come from a book on broomsticks. The miniature bird flew about and landed on Harry with a little bump. It looked up at him with its ruby eyes and clicked its thin beak excitedly. Harry placed the cushiony ball of feathers next to Hedwig who to Harry's surprise moved closer to it and started up a conversation. He smiled, switched on his alarm clock for 4am so that he could shower then climb into bed.
Harry groaned as his alarm clock went off, reached out a hand and turned it off. He sat up and tiptoed to the shower. After being awoken by the comforting spray of water he pulled on new clothes that Sirius had given him. A pair of khaki pants, a white top that had a large gold lightning bolt on the back, a new pair of takkies and of course his life saving contact lenses. Harry tried desperately to flatten his hair with a comb but it still stuck up all over the place. Sirius had been a life saver by buying Harry all the new clothes. Dudley's handed down clothes had really started getting too large for him. Even the ones that Dudley had worn when he was 9 years old. Harry walked to his room greeted by Skep his Snidget.
He jumped when a flustered Arthur Weasley apparated into his room.
"Morning Harry! Got your trunk ready?" he asked.
Harry nodded then let Hedwig out of her cage and told her to fly to Ron's house. Mr Weasley glanced about the room inquisitively. He absolutely loved everything to do with Muggles. Skep made a small squeaking noise as if to say 'look at me'. Harry laughed at Mr Weasley's astonished expression.
"Goodness Harry, is that a Snidget?"
"Yup, his names Skep. Dumbeldore gave him to me as some sort of protection charm."
"That man really is rather brilliant." He said smiling.
Harry and Mr Weasley took Hedwig's cage and Harry's trunk down the stairs. Mr Weasley gave Harry a handful of floo-powder and Harry stepped into the once electric fire-place.
"The Burrow" he chocked.
Harry held tightly onto his trunk and the cage on it, watching the chimneys wizz past in a very unsettling manner After a short time he shot out onto the Hearth of the Weasley's fireplace.
***** A/N: Sorry to end it just as it was getting exciting but I really hope you read and review. I'll try to write more as soon as possible. This is my first fic, so please give me constructive comments. Thanks!
I will correct chapters 2-3 within the next 4 days, enjoy!
Buckbeak Girl
Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch
Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.K.Rowlings characters, although I wish I did! I will not make any money off of this story.
Just want to say thanks to my sisters for helping me with ideas as well as all the encouragement I got from friends. I have re-read and beta read every single one of my chapters, making the correct adjustments. Do carry on reading everyone, the story heats up in 'Attack at the Burrow'!
Read and Review please!
Chapter 1
It was late in July and Harry was exhausted not to mention bored stiff. He had been working all day in the garden; pruning rose bushes, mowing the lawn, painting the garden fence. The sun was scorching his skin. He was hungry and in desperate need of a shower. The Dursleys had been making him work relentlessly all through the holidays.
As Harry sat back to take a break, Dudley poked his fat head out the door grinning smugly and licking an ice-cream.
"Better not let mum see you slacking when she comes home." He said in a snotty voice.
"And you'd better have finished that ice-cream!" Harry shot back in irritation.
Dudley scowled and waddled back inside. The diet that he had been placed on last year was NOT working. Whenever Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon left to go shopping, Dudley hauled out his food store and started stuffing his face. Harry secretly wondered if Dudley had a miniature fridge in his room. His thoughts trailed off to his 4th year at Hogwarts. In the 3rd task Cedric Diggory had been murdered by Lord Voldemort and Harry blamed himself. If he hadn't been so noble, Cedric wouldn't have died. He picked up the spade and started digging furiously, hoping to relieve the anger he felt towards Voldemort. His uncle's voice brought him back to Privet Drive,
"Boy, are you trying to wreck my garden?" Harry really wanted to snort and say, well, you'd know why I was if you were a proper uncle and asked how my life was going!
Instead he settled for a somewhat sarcastic, "just doing my work." Reply.
Uncle Vernon's face turned a deep shade of maroon that Harry had to admit he hadn't seen before. One day he should congratulate his uncle on the remarkable colours he could change to. He was reminded of a chameleon as he observed his uncles face go red then settle on a blotchy pink.
"Get-room-now!" his uncle spat.
Harry shoved the spade to the floor and stalked off. He stormed up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door shut behind him shaking the house. He sat furiously on his bed silently cursing Voldemort and his uncle. When Harry came down to dinner that evening he felt uncle Vernon's eyes glaring at him. He walked straight to his chair and sat down to a 'sumptuous' meal of peas and boiled potatoes. Harry frowned down at his plate. Wish Dudley would lose his stupid fat, he thought . Harry sat eating his meal in silence when a sudden outburst jerked his head up.
"Petunia, why do we have to eat all this stupid rabbit food. I'm sick and tired of it." Shouted Uncle Vernon
Petunia shushed him with a finger to her lips but this time it had gone too far. Uncle Vernon stood up angrily and glared at Dudley.
"Dudley you're going to a summer camp tomorrow and if you get back with a single pound more on your stomach..." Roared his father. Seeing the expression of delight on Harry's face, his Uncle added "and so are you, boy!" ***** Harry sat at his desk writing a letter to Dumbeldore.
Dumbeldore
The Dursleys are sending their son and me to a summer camp tomorrow, about 10 miles from Privet Drive. I know you were worried about my protection, so if there is a problem, please owl me back. Harry Potter
Harry placed the letter into an envelope he had snuck out of his uncles room and tied it to Hedgwig's leg. "Please hurry girl," whispered Harry.
Hedwig nipped his ear affectionately and flew out of the window.
Harry bent down and lifted a loose floorboard. He hauled out a quill, some parchment and his History of Magic Homework. He knew he had to practise for the upcoming O.W.L.S this year so he had been working extra hard at all his school work. Hermione would probably be saying,
'About time Harry.'
While Ron would be saying, 'Ahhh, no, don't turn into another Hermione.'
At about a quarter to twelve Hedwig returned. Harry untied the letter from her leg and tore it open.
Harry Write a note to your Uncle and Aunt saying that the Weasleys will pick you up tomorrow. Leave it on your bed. Arthur Weasley will apparate to your house at 6am. Please make sure that all your bags are packed and that you can leave immediately. You will return to the Weasleys' house via floo- powder. Do not worry about Voldemort coming to the Weasleys, I have arranged a protection unit for you and you will receive the charm in an hour or so, please look after it. Yours truly Albus Dumbeldore
Harry grinned stupidly after reading the letter. Sure, he didn't know what Dumbeldore meant by a charm or something but otherwise Yeah, he would be having his birthday at Ron's house. He reached under the floorboard again and cleared out all his school supplies shoving them into his trunk along with his Firebolt. He locked it and sat at his desk waiting for whatever it was Dumbeldore had told him to wait for. Harry had dozed off and jumped awake when he heard a sharp tapping at the window. He rushed forward to open it and in flew a large tawny owl accompanied by something that looked like Pigwidgeon. Harry flicked his light switch and gasped when he saw the tiny creature that had just flown in. If he was right, it was a Golden Snidget. Harry had read about them in his 'Fantastic beasts and where to find them.' He took the letter from the owl still staring at the little gold ball wizzing around his room. It read:
Harry As I said, this is your charm. It's powers will protect both you and your friends. I had to get the Ministry to make a legal certificate of ownership for you. Don't worry about feeding the Snidget, it eats insects which it will catch on its own. Keep it with you at all times. Your sincerely Albus Dumbledore
A/N: ( I have the cutest picture of a Golden Snidget so if you want it, just e-mail me and I'll send it to you as soon as I can. Sorry about earlier delay, I've updated my email, so attachments are easier to send. )
Harry let the impatient owl out of the window and stared in awe at the Snidget. He pondered on a name for the Snidget,
"hmmm, I think I'll call you Skeeperling."
The name had come from a book on broomsticks. The miniature bird flew about and landed on Harry with a little bump. It looked up at him with its ruby eyes and clicked its thin beak excitedly. Harry placed the cushiony ball of feathers next to Hedwig who to Harry's surprise moved closer to it and started up a conversation. He smiled, switched on his alarm clock for 4am so that he could shower then climb into bed.
Harry groaned as his alarm clock went off, reached out a hand and turned it off. He sat up and tiptoed to the shower. After being awoken by the comforting spray of water he pulled on new clothes that Sirius had given him. A pair of khaki pants, a white top that had a large gold lightning bolt on the back, a new pair of takkies and of course his life saving contact lenses. Harry tried desperately to flatten his hair with a comb but it still stuck up all over the place. Sirius had been a life saver by buying Harry all the new clothes. Dudley's handed down clothes had really started getting too large for him. Even the ones that Dudley had worn when he was 9 years old. Harry walked to his room greeted by Skep his Snidget.
He jumped when a flustered Arthur Weasley apparated into his room.
"Morning Harry! Got your trunk ready?" he asked.
Harry nodded then let Hedwig out of her cage and told her to fly to Ron's house. Mr Weasley glanced about the room inquisitively. He absolutely loved everything to do with Muggles. Skep made a small squeaking noise as if to say 'look at me'. Harry laughed at Mr Weasley's astonished expression.
"Goodness Harry, is that a Snidget?"
"Yup, his names Skep. Dumbeldore gave him to me as some sort of protection charm."
"That man really is rather brilliant." He said smiling.
Harry and Mr Weasley took Hedwig's cage and Harry's trunk down the stairs. Mr Weasley gave Harry a handful of floo-powder and Harry stepped into the once electric fire-place.
"The Burrow" he chocked.
Harry held tightly onto his trunk and the cage on it, watching the chimneys wizz past in a very unsettling manner After a short time he shot out onto the Hearth of the Weasley's fireplace.
***** A/N: Sorry to end it just as it was getting exciting but I really hope you read and review. I'll try to write more as soon as possible. This is my first fic, so please give me constructive comments. Thanks!
I will correct chapters 2-3 within the next 4 days, enjoy!
Buckbeak Girl