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Disclaimer: Ok, I'm so sick of writing disclaimers and this is only my second chapter so this is gonna be the last one I write. I don't own any Harry Potter characters or whatever else J.K. owns. All I own is what's original to me and I'm sure you'll figure out what that is if you've read the book.
Chapter 2: The Burrow
Harry tumbled onto the Weasleys' kitchen floor. Before he could fully recover himself he was engulfed by Mrs Weasley. Anyone witnessing would have thought Harry was about to be murdered which he probably was he reminded himself bitterly. "Harry, we've missed you so much, are you okay?" Harry grinned at the concerned woman. "I'm fine Mrs Weasley and thanks for having me over." He said. Mrs Weasley nodded and let go of him so he could greet his two best friends and the rest of the Weasleys. "Harry!" Hermione shrieked hugging him almost as tightly as Mrs Weasley had. I'm so glad you got here safely." "Hey Hermione." Said Harry grinning. Harry was about to turn to greet Ron, Ginny, Fred and George when a soft gold, well soot covered gold ball smacked into his head. "Skep!" exclaimed Harry in exasperation. Everyone in the room was staring at the little bird. "Harry is that what I think it is?" asked Hermione in excited curiosity. "Well," grinned Harry, " that all depends on WHAT you think it is." Ron tutted mimicking their Divination teacher Professor Trelawney. "Evryone," said Harry dramatically, "meet Skep my golden Snidget." "Cool!" choruse Fred and George together. They were the only ones in the room who weren't gawking in astonishment. "Hi Fred, hi George." Said Harry, greeting Ginny at the same time who blushed profusely and glanced down at her hands. "So, Harry," said a grinning Gred. "Got any, um, tales to tell?" Harry was about to launch off into the Dudley fiaso that had happened while he had been at the Dursleys but was stopped by a warning glance from George who had noticed his mothers curious expression. "No, not really." Stated Harry, saving the twins from a row with their mom. "Why don't you three go upstairs and get Harry settled in while I prepare breakfast." Said Mrs Weasley glancing suspiciously at the retreating twins as she muttered something about bringing up irresponsible and insolent children.
I'm assuming Snuffles in okay?" asked Ron when that had packed Harry's stuff into a cupboard. "Yeah, he's still holding out, at least I think he is. I haven't heard from him for a while." Declared Harry and his brow creased into a frown. " Have you been having any dreams lately?" asked Ron after a moment silence. " No, and that's another thing that's bugging me. If I'm not having any dreams then I don't know what Voldemort's up to." His friends winced at the name. " Well, it's not your fault that you're not having dreams and we can write to Sirius tonight." Said Hermione, " but right now we need to go down to breakfast."
As Harry ate his way Through a small mountain of bacon, egg and toast, he listened to all the chatter about something happening at the ministry. " Honestly, Fudge is such an idiot!" exclaimed Mrs Weasley. Everyone looked up at her in mild surprise. "If he doesn't believe that You-Know-Who is back well then Merlin knows why he's stilly Minister." "Now mum," said Fred trying to sound soothing. "If Percy gets wind of what you say about his idol, we might all be in for a life sentence in Azkaban!" Mrs Weasley glared at Fred. "That's no laughing matter, you know your brother would never do something like that!" Ron snorted, splattering himself with egg and earning a disapproving glare from his mother. "Where's dad?" Ginny asked. "Your father is seeing to something at the Ministry. He was called in after he fetched Harry."
A sharp tap on the window announce the arrival of the Daily Prophet. Mrs Wesley paid the owl 5 knuts and unfolded the wizarding newspaper. What she saw made her gasp. "What?!" asked everyone. Mrs Wealey read the aricle aloud in shock.
Diagon Alley attacked!
Early this morning ministry wizards received an urgent owl from a distressed witch in Diagon Alley. A ring of ten death eaters attacked. Fourteen people were killed, two of which worked for the ministry in the Department of Magical Emergencies. A further ten were badly wounded. Complete panic took over as the Dark Mark was cast into the sky Many people are now questioning the return of He who must not be named. Has the Dark Lord resurfaced? Cornelius Fudge, current Minister of Magic, claims this to be a repeat of last years episode at the Quidditch World Cup. He seems to think that the death eaters are just trying to scare everyone into believing the return of the Dark Lord. He has firmly stated that You-Know-Who has not returned. However, distrust and rumours are beginning to spread. Some say that tear stained years lie before us but others are merely dismissing the incident saying that the people who were murdered were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. 14 murders can barely be shrugged of as a fluke.
Mrs Weasley lowered the paper and shook her head sadly. "He's back." No one spoke for a while. They all sat there thinking. Harry knew that he should be frightened that Voldemort had returned but all he felt was a burning anger, a volcano waiting inside of him, a single touch to this volcano and the eruption would be monumental. "You watch your step Voldemort. I'll make you uffer, I WILL kill you!" Harry thought. Unfortunately Harry had thought this aloud and the reaction at the table would have been quite amusing had the situation not been so serious. Gred and George both fell backwards off their chair. Ron who had a forkful of food on the way to his mouth missed, poked his eye and started cursing angrily. Hermione screamed and swung out an arm hitting Mrs Weasley who didn't even notice, she was staring at Harry in such shock. Ginny dropped the salt and pepper shakers she had been holding and they smashed to the floor, shattering. Harry stared at everyone. 'Oh hell, he must have said that aloud!' "Sorry, I guess." He said and looked down at his plate. "Sorry, you guess!" exclaimed Mrs Weasley. " Harry what on Godric's earth are you thinking?! You can't go after you-know-who, he'll kill you! You have to watch your back this year!" Harry couldn't take it any longer. " WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO TELL ME TO BE CAREFUL!? I'M SICK AND TIRED OF HEARING THAT VOLDEMORT'S GOING TO KILL ME! Oh, perfect little Harry Potter needs protection, he's too weak to face Voldemort!!!" Harry's outburst had scared everyone into a state beyond shock and they all cowered below him. "I WILL KILL VOLDEMORT!" No sooner had Harry yelled this, when the furniture, cutlery, food and everything else in the kitchen glowed a deep red and started smoking. The Weasleys and Hermione shot out of their heated chairs and let go of all they were holding. Harry's eyes were glowing a bright green, brighter than they usually did, and sparks of Lime/Gold electricity clung to his body. This was more than Mrs Weasley and Ginny could take. They both fainted and hit the floor with a low thud. 'What have I done?' thought Harry. All of a sudden everything in the kitchen returned to its normal temperature. Only Harry was left in an unusual state. Fred and George were still gawking at him, half in awe, half in fright. Ron and Hermione had gotten to their feet and were staring at Harry flabbergasted. Just at that moment Mr Weasley apparated into the room surveying the scene layed out before him. He glanced at everyone and jumped slightly when he saw Harry. "What's wrong here?"" he asked still not believing it. He muttered something awakening Ginny and Mrs Weasley. The two of them sat up, slightly dazed. Upon remembering why they fainted, they jerked their heads in Harry's direction and let their jaws drop. "Um, Harry." Hermione broke the silence. "What's wrong with your eyes and body, they're glowing?" Ron tentatively added, "You look like a green fire or summin." Harry glanced down at his body and stumbled slightly when he saw the sparks jumping across his skin. He hadn't felt anything before, but now there was a sudden burst of pain. His eyes started watering. "I am NOT going to cry!' he thought. Both Mr and Mrs Weasley seemed to notice Harry's obvious discomfort and ushered him upstairs to lie in bed, telling no one to disturb him.
Harry lay still on his camp bed, staring out the window watching the sun rise. 'Why did everything strange have to happen to him?' "This is all Voldemort's fault!" he exclaimed aloud, glad that no one could hear him. Slowly Harry fell asleep thinking about hat his life could be like had his parents been alive.
"WORMTAIL!" hissed cold voice. "Y-y-yes my Lord?" answered a short, balding man that had just hurried into the room, almost tripping himself up. Voldemort glared down at the ratty little man, his red eyes penetrating through the dim torch lit room. "Have you located Potter? Questioned Voldemort. "Y-y-yes my Lord, he is at Arthur Weasleys house. He is being protected by a Snidget that D-d-dumbeldore gave him, my L-lord." Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the stuttering Wormtail. "CRUCIO!" he snarled aiming his wand at Wormtail. "Wormtail writhed and screamed, rolling over and over. Voldemort eased a smile and said, "Good, call a meeting Wormtail. I want to plan an attack for tomorrow morning." Ordered Voldemort. "A-as you wish master." Wormtail winced as he stuttered, bowed and vanished with a pop. "This time Potter, you will not escape, oh no, you will die in a pain far worse than that of your stupid parents." An evil grin spread across Voldemort's face.
Harry awoke with a start and clutched his scar. He'd been having a dream about Voldemort. Even though he couldn't remember it, he still felt a chill go up his spine. Harry glanced at Ron's little alarm clock. The time was almost 6pm. He'd slept for an entire day. Harry slowly sat up and heaved himself off the bed. Strange, he felt taller and almost stiffer. Harry pulled on white skintight shirt not glancing down at his stomack. Had he done so, he would have noticed the new muscles. Harry swept a hand through his tangled hair. He gave up and opened Ron's door heading downstairs to the kitchen. Harry poked his head in at the kitchen door. No one was there so he walked to the only other place downstairs, the Living Room. " Hey everyone." Said Harry just as he'd entered the room. Eight faces looked up at Harry all of which dropped their jaws. Harry panicked and wondered if he was glowing again. "What's wrong?" Hermione and Ginny looked down quickly, trying to hide identical blushes. Ron raised his eyebrows so high that they disappeared into his red mop of hair. Fred and George both bore evil yet astonished grins. Percy who must just have got back from work judging by his brifcase which was clutched in his hand, had his jaw touching the ground. He however snapped it back up in a dignified manner. Mr Weasley was frowning and Mrs Weasley looked ready to faint again. "Harry, how'd you do that?" asked one of the twins. "Do what!?" exclaimed Hermione. "Harry, go look at yourself in the mirror!" Harry frowned but sure enough turned to the mirror. He gasped when he saw his reflection. He was no longer short and scrawny. Instead he had sprouted a few inches and his body was toned with muscles as if he'd been working out his whole life. His facial features were also well defined. Harry turned around to face everyone. "I have no clue how that happened." Said Harry. "I think I'm gonna go change my top." As if on cue, everyone looked down at his stomach. Harry turned red and half walked, half ran out the room and up the stairs. He grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill.
Dear Snuffles
How are you? I'm at the Weasley's house, Hermione's also here. I dunno but something weird Is happening to me. When I was eating breakfast, I got very angry at something and I started to glow green/gold. If that wasn't bad enough, that same evening I woke up after sleeping for the whole day. When I looked in the mirror I had changed completely. I was taller and had muscles. Something funny happened after the glowing bit. It's kinda freaking me out. Please send me a letter back, but whatever you do.don't panic! Hope you're keeping yourself safe.
Harry
Harry walked over to Hedwig's cage and tied the letter to her extended leg. "Take it to Sirius girl." He said and then added, "Try not to be seen if possible." Hedwig hooted softly in recognition and took off out the window. Harry sighed and sat back on his bed. 'Now all I have to do is find a way to explain this mess!' he thought, flopping back on to his bed.
Disclaimer: Ok, I'm so sick of writing disclaimers and this is only my second chapter so this is gonna be the last one I write. I don't own any Harry Potter characters or whatever else J.K. owns. All I own is what's original to me and I'm sure you'll figure out what that is if you've read the book.
Chapter 2: The Burrow
Harry tumbled onto the Weasleys' kitchen floor. Before he could fully recover himself he was engulfed by Mrs Weasley. Anyone witnessing would have thought Harry was about to be murdered which he probably was he reminded himself bitterly. "Harry, we've missed you so much, are you okay?" Harry grinned at the concerned woman. "I'm fine Mrs Weasley and thanks for having me over." He said. Mrs Weasley nodded and let go of him so he could greet his two best friends and the rest of the Weasleys. "Harry!" Hermione shrieked hugging him almost as tightly as Mrs Weasley had. I'm so glad you got here safely." "Hey Hermione." Said Harry grinning. Harry was about to turn to greet Ron, Ginny, Fred and George when a soft gold, well soot covered gold ball smacked into his head. "Skep!" exclaimed Harry in exasperation. Everyone in the room was staring at the little bird. "Harry is that what I think it is?" asked Hermione in excited curiosity. "Well," grinned Harry, " that all depends on WHAT you think it is." Ron tutted mimicking their Divination teacher Professor Trelawney. "Evryone," said Harry dramatically, "meet Skep my golden Snidget." "Cool!" choruse Fred and George together. They were the only ones in the room who weren't gawking in astonishment. "Hi Fred, hi George." Said Harry, greeting Ginny at the same time who blushed profusely and glanced down at her hands. "So, Harry," said a grinning Gred. "Got any, um, tales to tell?" Harry was about to launch off into the Dudley fiaso that had happened while he had been at the Dursleys but was stopped by a warning glance from George who had noticed his mothers curious expression. "No, not really." Stated Harry, saving the twins from a row with their mom. "Why don't you three go upstairs and get Harry settled in while I prepare breakfast." Said Mrs Weasley glancing suspiciously at the retreating twins as she muttered something about bringing up irresponsible and insolent children.
I'm assuming Snuffles in okay?" asked Ron when that had packed Harry's stuff into a cupboard. "Yeah, he's still holding out, at least I think he is. I haven't heard from him for a while." Declared Harry and his brow creased into a frown. " Have you been having any dreams lately?" asked Ron after a moment silence. " No, and that's another thing that's bugging me. If I'm not having any dreams then I don't know what Voldemort's up to." His friends winced at the name. " Well, it's not your fault that you're not having dreams and we can write to Sirius tonight." Said Hermione, " but right now we need to go down to breakfast."
As Harry ate his way Through a small mountain of bacon, egg and toast, he listened to all the chatter about something happening at the ministry. " Honestly, Fudge is such an idiot!" exclaimed Mrs Weasley. Everyone looked up at her in mild surprise. "If he doesn't believe that You-Know-Who is back well then Merlin knows why he's stilly Minister." "Now mum," said Fred trying to sound soothing. "If Percy gets wind of what you say about his idol, we might all be in for a life sentence in Azkaban!" Mrs Weasley glared at Fred. "That's no laughing matter, you know your brother would never do something like that!" Ron snorted, splattering himself with egg and earning a disapproving glare from his mother. "Where's dad?" Ginny asked. "Your father is seeing to something at the Ministry. He was called in after he fetched Harry."
A sharp tap on the window announce the arrival of the Daily Prophet. Mrs Wesley paid the owl 5 knuts and unfolded the wizarding newspaper. What she saw made her gasp. "What?!" asked everyone. Mrs Wealey read the aricle aloud in shock.
Diagon Alley attacked!
Early this morning ministry wizards received an urgent owl from a distressed witch in Diagon Alley. A ring of ten death eaters attacked. Fourteen people were killed, two of which worked for the ministry in the Department of Magical Emergencies. A further ten were badly wounded. Complete panic took over as the Dark Mark was cast into the sky Many people are now questioning the return of He who must not be named. Has the Dark Lord resurfaced? Cornelius Fudge, current Minister of Magic, claims this to be a repeat of last years episode at the Quidditch World Cup. He seems to think that the death eaters are just trying to scare everyone into believing the return of the Dark Lord. He has firmly stated that You-Know-Who has not returned. However, distrust and rumours are beginning to spread. Some say that tear stained years lie before us but others are merely dismissing the incident saying that the people who were murdered were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. 14 murders can barely be shrugged of as a fluke.
Mrs Weasley lowered the paper and shook her head sadly. "He's back." No one spoke for a while. They all sat there thinking. Harry knew that he should be frightened that Voldemort had returned but all he felt was a burning anger, a volcano waiting inside of him, a single touch to this volcano and the eruption would be monumental. "You watch your step Voldemort. I'll make you uffer, I WILL kill you!" Harry thought. Unfortunately Harry had thought this aloud and the reaction at the table would have been quite amusing had the situation not been so serious. Gred and George both fell backwards off their chair. Ron who had a forkful of food on the way to his mouth missed, poked his eye and started cursing angrily. Hermione screamed and swung out an arm hitting Mrs Weasley who didn't even notice, she was staring at Harry in such shock. Ginny dropped the salt and pepper shakers she had been holding and they smashed to the floor, shattering. Harry stared at everyone. 'Oh hell, he must have said that aloud!' "Sorry, I guess." He said and looked down at his plate. "Sorry, you guess!" exclaimed Mrs Weasley. " Harry what on Godric's earth are you thinking?! You can't go after you-know-who, he'll kill you! You have to watch your back this year!" Harry couldn't take it any longer. " WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO TELL ME TO BE CAREFUL!? I'M SICK AND TIRED OF HEARING THAT VOLDEMORT'S GOING TO KILL ME! Oh, perfect little Harry Potter needs protection, he's too weak to face Voldemort!!!" Harry's outburst had scared everyone into a state beyond shock and they all cowered below him. "I WILL KILL VOLDEMORT!" No sooner had Harry yelled this, when the furniture, cutlery, food and everything else in the kitchen glowed a deep red and started smoking. The Weasleys and Hermione shot out of their heated chairs and let go of all they were holding. Harry's eyes were glowing a bright green, brighter than they usually did, and sparks of Lime/Gold electricity clung to his body. This was more than Mrs Weasley and Ginny could take. They both fainted and hit the floor with a low thud. 'What have I done?' thought Harry. All of a sudden everything in the kitchen returned to its normal temperature. Only Harry was left in an unusual state. Fred and George were still gawking at him, half in awe, half in fright. Ron and Hermione had gotten to their feet and were staring at Harry flabbergasted. Just at that moment Mr Weasley apparated into the room surveying the scene layed out before him. He glanced at everyone and jumped slightly when he saw Harry. "What's wrong here?"" he asked still not believing it. He muttered something awakening Ginny and Mrs Weasley. The two of them sat up, slightly dazed. Upon remembering why they fainted, they jerked their heads in Harry's direction and let their jaws drop. "Um, Harry." Hermione broke the silence. "What's wrong with your eyes and body, they're glowing?" Ron tentatively added, "You look like a green fire or summin." Harry glanced down at his body and stumbled slightly when he saw the sparks jumping across his skin. He hadn't felt anything before, but now there was a sudden burst of pain. His eyes started watering. "I am NOT going to cry!' he thought. Both Mr and Mrs Weasley seemed to notice Harry's obvious discomfort and ushered him upstairs to lie in bed, telling no one to disturb him.
Harry lay still on his camp bed, staring out the window watching the sun rise. 'Why did everything strange have to happen to him?' "This is all Voldemort's fault!" he exclaimed aloud, glad that no one could hear him. Slowly Harry fell asleep thinking about hat his life could be like had his parents been alive.
"WORMTAIL!" hissed cold voice. "Y-y-yes my Lord?" answered a short, balding man that had just hurried into the room, almost tripping himself up. Voldemort glared down at the ratty little man, his red eyes penetrating through the dim torch lit room. "Have you located Potter? Questioned Voldemort. "Y-y-yes my Lord, he is at Arthur Weasleys house. He is being protected by a Snidget that D-d-dumbeldore gave him, my L-lord." Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the stuttering Wormtail. "CRUCIO!" he snarled aiming his wand at Wormtail. "Wormtail writhed and screamed, rolling over and over. Voldemort eased a smile and said, "Good, call a meeting Wormtail. I want to plan an attack for tomorrow morning." Ordered Voldemort. "A-as you wish master." Wormtail winced as he stuttered, bowed and vanished with a pop. "This time Potter, you will not escape, oh no, you will die in a pain far worse than that of your stupid parents." An evil grin spread across Voldemort's face.
Harry awoke with a start and clutched his scar. He'd been having a dream about Voldemort. Even though he couldn't remember it, he still felt a chill go up his spine. Harry glanced at Ron's little alarm clock. The time was almost 6pm. He'd slept for an entire day. Harry slowly sat up and heaved himself off the bed. Strange, he felt taller and almost stiffer. Harry pulled on white skintight shirt not glancing down at his stomack. Had he done so, he would have noticed the new muscles. Harry swept a hand through his tangled hair. He gave up and opened Ron's door heading downstairs to the kitchen. Harry poked his head in at the kitchen door. No one was there so he walked to the only other place downstairs, the Living Room. " Hey everyone." Said Harry just as he'd entered the room. Eight faces looked up at Harry all of which dropped their jaws. Harry panicked and wondered if he was glowing again. "What's wrong?" Hermione and Ginny looked down quickly, trying to hide identical blushes. Ron raised his eyebrows so high that they disappeared into his red mop of hair. Fred and George both bore evil yet astonished grins. Percy who must just have got back from work judging by his brifcase which was clutched in his hand, had his jaw touching the ground. He however snapped it back up in a dignified manner. Mr Weasley was frowning and Mrs Weasley looked ready to faint again. "Harry, how'd you do that?" asked one of the twins. "Do what!?" exclaimed Hermione. "Harry, go look at yourself in the mirror!" Harry frowned but sure enough turned to the mirror. He gasped when he saw his reflection. He was no longer short and scrawny. Instead he had sprouted a few inches and his body was toned with muscles as if he'd been working out his whole life. His facial features were also well defined. Harry turned around to face everyone. "I have no clue how that happened." Said Harry. "I think I'm gonna go change my top." As if on cue, everyone looked down at his stomach. Harry turned red and half walked, half ran out the room and up the stairs. He grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill.
Dear Snuffles
How are you? I'm at the Weasley's house, Hermione's also here. I dunno but something weird Is happening to me. When I was eating breakfast, I got very angry at something and I started to glow green/gold. If that wasn't bad enough, that same evening I woke up after sleeping for the whole day. When I looked in the mirror I had changed completely. I was taller and had muscles. Something funny happened after the glowing bit. It's kinda freaking me out. Please send me a letter back, but whatever you do.don't panic! Hope you're keeping yourself safe.
Harry
Harry walked over to Hedwig's cage and tied the letter to her extended leg. "Take it to Sirius girl." He said and then added, "Try not to be seen if possible." Hedwig hooted softly in recognition and took off out the window. Harry sighed and sat back on his bed. 'Now all I have to do is find a way to explain this mess!' he thought, flopping back on to his bed.