**Muahahahahaha.....New chapter! Finally lol....I've been workin extra hard
on the Spiderman one, forgot about ole' Harry! Well, here ya go
then.......**
"Well, it all started when I was about one year old," he began, spreading his hands out on his knees. "My parents were some of the best wizards in the world. Not to brag, or anything," he added, grinning embarassedly. I waved him on. "There was an evil wizard, he wanted to take over the world, you know, all sorts of things. He would torture Muggles and wizards alike. His name was 'Voldemort', though if you say the name around here, even now, they get sort of freaked out, so just refer to him as 'You-know-who' or 'He-who-must-not-be-named', all right?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me. I frowned.
"That's a little silly, don't you think?" I said. I had heard of 'Voldemort' from people at school, that he had killed a lot of wizards who refused to join his side. But, being raised in a Muggle environment, I hadn't been brought up to be afraid of 'He-who-must-not-be-named', so I didn't really understand what the big deal was. "I mean, I realize he must have been horrible, but could he be so bad that mentioning his NAME inspires terror in everyone?" Harry nodded.
"Actually, it does," he replied, a note of warning in his voice. "Trust me. But on with the story. Vol-" he began, but paused, glancing at the goblin in the front seat. He continued. "You-know-who was going around, trying to get GOOD wizards to come over to his side." I realized suddenly where this was going. In the general direction of Harry's parents. He went on. "He asked my parents to join him." Bingo. "They said no. They were so honorable. They would never go over and do the things, the things he did-" Harry choked off at this, and I looked at him with empathy. Tears stung his eyes, and I wrapped what I hoped was a comforting arm around his shoulders. He shrugged it off as politely as he could and wiped his eyes. "They refused. I was a little younger than a year at that time, and we went into hiding. There was a special spell cast on the three of us. Even if Vol-, er, You-know-who, came right up to our window and looked in, he wouldn't be able to see us. But there was one person, a secret-keeper, held this secret, and if he told You-know-who, then the spell would be broken and he could see us again. Our secret-keeper was my godfather, Sirius." I jerked.
"You have a GODFATHER?" I blurted incredulously. He nodded. "Then, why the hell do you stay with the Dursleys?" He put a hand up to stop me.
"He's an outlaw," he said. I gaped at him, and he grinned maliciously. "Don't worry, he's not really guilty of what he's outlawed for. Anyway, Sirius gave up the position of secret-keeper for, erm, personal reasons," he said, glancing at me. I was still stuck on the shock that Harry had family beside the horrible Dursleys. I waved him on. "He gave the responsibility to another friend," he said, putting a bitter emphasis on the word 'friend'. "His name was Peter. But, to make a long story short, he turned out to be a close servant of You-know-who, and betrayed my parents to him. One night, Voldemort came to our house, and threatened to kill me if my they didn't go over to his side. They didn't join him, but my mum, she protected me, died for me. My dad tried to hold him off while she saved me. I guess he tried to kill me too, but for some reason, he failed. He lost all his power when he cast the spell, and I was left with this scar." He pulled up the long black bangs to show a scar shaped like a lightning bolt. I felt shivers go through my body. I stared at him.
"You," I whispered, awed. "You were the boy who lived?" He nodded embarrassedly. "They talked about you at school," I said, grinning. "But they never said your name or anything. But they said you had a scar like that. That you defeated the most evil wizard. They said you've done it at least five times too. And that you were the best wizard in your school." He laughed at this.
"Yeah, right," he said sarcastically. "I'm just Harry, regular old Harry. My grades are all right, but the best in school is definitely Hermione. And, ah, I've only done that four times," he said modestly. I stared at him, then started laughing. He grinned.
"Only?" I wheezed, still laughing periodically. "Only three times? Oh jeez, Harry," I said, then went off in laughter again.
"Well, it all started when I was about one year old," he began, spreading his hands out on his knees. "My parents were some of the best wizards in the world. Not to brag, or anything," he added, grinning embarassedly. I waved him on. "There was an evil wizard, he wanted to take over the world, you know, all sorts of things. He would torture Muggles and wizards alike. His name was 'Voldemort', though if you say the name around here, even now, they get sort of freaked out, so just refer to him as 'You-know-who' or 'He-who-must-not-be-named', all right?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me. I frowned.
"That's a little silly, don't you think?" I said. I had heard of 'Voldemort' from people at school, that he had killed a lot of wizards who refused to join his side. But, being raised in a Muggle environment, I hadn't been brought up to be afraid of 'He-who-must-not-be-named', so I didn't really understand what the big deal was. "I mean, I realize he must have been horrible, but could he be so bad that mentioning his NAME inspires terror in everyone?" Harry nodded.
"Actually, it does," he replied, a note of warning in his voice. "Trust me. But on with the story. Vol-" he began, but paused, glancing at the goblin in the front seat. He continued. "You-know-who was going around, trying to get GOOD wizards to come over to his side." I realized suddenly where this was going. In the general direction of Harry's parents. He went on. "He asked my parents to join him." Bingo. "They said no. They were so honorable. They would never go over and do the things, the things he did-" Harry choked off at this, and I looked at him with empathy. Tears stung his eyes, and I wrapped what I hoped was a comforting arm around his shoulders. He shrugged it off as politely as he could and wiped his eyes. "They refused. I was a little younger than a year at that time, and we went into hiding. There was a special spell cast on the three of us. Even if Vol-, er, You-know-who, came right up to our window and looked in, he wouldn't be able to see us. But there was one person, a secret-keeper, held this secret, and if he told You-know-who, then the spell would be broken and he could see us again. Our secret-keeper was my godfather, Sirius." I jerked.
"You have a GODFATHER?" I blurted incredulously. He nodded. "Then, why the hell do you stay with the Dursleys?" He put a hand up to stop me.
"He's an outlaw," he said. I gaped at him, and he grinned maliciously. "Don't worry, he's not really guilty of what he's outlawed for. Anyway, Sirius gave up the position of secret-keeper for, erm, personal reasons," he said, glancing at me. I was still stuck on the shock that Harry had family beside the horrible Dursleys. I waved him on. "He gave the responsibility to another friend," he said, putting a bitter emphasis on the word 'friend'. "His name was Peter. But, to make a long story short, he turned out to be a close servant of You-know-who, and betrayed my parents to him. One night, Voldemort came to our house, and threatened to kill me if my they didn't go over to his side. They didn't join him, but my mum, she protected me, died for me. My dad tried to hold him off while she saved me. I guess he tried to kill me too, but for some reason, he failed. He lost all his power when he cast the spell, and I was left with this scar." He pulled up the long black bangs to show a scar shaped like a lightning bolt. I felt shivers go through my body. I stared at him.
"You," I whispered, awed. "You were the boy who lived?" He nodded embarrassedly. "They talked about you at school," I said, grinning. "But they never said your name or anything. But they said you had a scar like that. That you defeated the most evil wizard. They said you've done it at least five times too. And that you were the best wizard in your school." He laughed at this.
"Yeah, right," he said sarcastically. "I'm just Harry, regular old Harry. My grades are all right, but the best in school is definitely Hermione. And, ah, I've only done that four times," he said modestly. I stared at him, then started laughing. He grinned.
"Only?" I wheezed, still laughing periodically. "Only three times? Oh jeez, Harry," I said, then went off in laughter again.