AN; here we GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo.
Harry felt so depressed that he knew that if he couldn't just stay where he was. He would have to do something to fight the depression that was threatening to overtake him, just as it had before the attack on privet drive.
He was lying in the Sun in a rare moment of peace. The Durlsey's were inside, he could hear them talking. He wasn't listening to them, he was thinking about Sirius. Twelve loud bangs sounded. Harry jumped to his feet, suddenly feeling cold and he knew Dementors were back in Little Whinging. Then to his right there was a green flash and Harry whipped out his wand, searching the deceptively normal looking garden for a sign of a Disillusionment Spell. He knew it was hopeless. He went inside through the window. The Durlseys were screaming. Flashes were splitting his vision. He still couldn't see the Dementors. He bellowed the spell and Prongs leapt form his wand to charge at a corner of the room. Harry left Prongs to do what he did best while he ran up stairs. He flung open his trunk and pulled out his Invisibility cloak, thinking two (or thirteen) could play that game. He flung it on and raced downstairs where the air had become considerably warmer. The Dursleys were still screaming, and Harry ran to them, shutting them up with a few 'silencio' spells. Then a red bam came out of nowhere and clipped Harry as he tried to pull Dudley to his feet. The majority of the beam hit the Dursles, but Harry didn't know that because he had suddenly forgotten who he was. He looked wildly about, saw another red flash, this time of fire and felt an extreme force blew him of his feet and through the window. His arm felt like it was on fire and looking down he saw that his shirt sleeve and some of the skin underneath were shredded. Then he felt the cold of a Dementor, and not knowing what it was, he had run before the thing could get a hold on him.
When he had finally rememebered who he was and what he was he had been a block away from the Orders HQ. There was definetly something out there looking out for him.
There was a crack downstairs and Harry knew the Remus was back. He wiped his eyes, sneezed a couple times on his way so Lupin would think that he hadn't been crying, just sneezing a lot. When he rounded the door Harry saw a small blur come at him and a high pitched voice squeaked his name,
"Harry Potter sir!"
"d-dobby?"
"Yes sir, professor Dumbledore said that this place needed an elf now sir, since the last elf that was here was not honorable."
"You mean Kreacher?"
"Kreacher doesn't exist anymore." Said Lupin sharply from the dinning room.
"Now Dobby is here to take care of Harry Potter sir!" squealed Dobby, then his ears drooped, "but Harry Potter sir, Dobby would like to have Winky here too, she is very lonely."
Harry looked up at Lupin, and the man shrugged, "That's up to Dumbledore, Dobby, but I will ask him when I see him again."
"Thank you kind sir!"
***
With Dobby taking care of them, both Harry and Lupin put on some weight in the weeks that followed. Dobby even patched Lupins clothes. Harry was glad for the company that Dobby made as he pottered around, getting rid of the nasty little creatures that Mrs Weasley hadn't had time to get rid of last summer. Harry did the work Professor Mcgonagall sent him and then some, but still found it hard to fill his day until he found a book on decorating houses with magic. Mrs Weasley had used it, but only to a certain extent. She had painted the walls, but they were cream, and, Harry thought, rather boring. One day after he had finished his work for the day, and he was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking it was boring and he should find some posters of something to put up on it. Then it occurred to him that that was an entirely muggle suggestion. He could liven up his room, but he didn't need muggle posters to do so. He went downstairs and asked Dobby for the book. Dobby retrieved it for him, and watched as Harry flicked through. Seeing something that looked interesting he turned the book around and showed dobby the picture of clouds floating around the ceiling of a room, "What d'ya reckon?"
Dobby clapped his hands, "it is good Harry Potter sir!"
"Do you reckon I could do it?"
"Yes sir, Harry Potter sir, you are a great wizard Harry Potter sir!"
"Well les give it a go, eh?"
Three hours later Harry was exhausted, but gratified. His ceiling was nothing like the grand halls at Hogwarts, and the clouds were moving around rather statically, but Harry, and Dobby it seems were pleased with it.
"Harry Potter sir! It looks wonderful Harry Potter sir!" Dobby would have continued in that vein for some time had not the front door down stairs opened. He ran down stairs and greeted the lady with pink hair in the hall, calling her mistress and taking her cloak. She was telling him that he was an improvement on the last house elf they had had there when she saw Harry coming down the stairs. "Harry!" "Wotcher, Tonks." Harry repeated the greeting that she had hailed him with when they first met a year ago. She shook her head as she shook his hand, "Dumbledore said you would be back, and I didn't believe him. He was so angry with Mundungus that I thought at the time he was in denial. I was wrong, again, so it seems." Harry laughed, and asked her what she had been up to, but she just tapped the side of her nose and told him to mid his business. Harry complained that his business was rather boring at the moment. Nymphadora Tonks chukled, and told him to wait a little while.
Over dinner that night Tonks kept changing her hair, violet, pink, orange. Most of the shades made Harry laugh. Lupin just smiled. Then, Harry remembering something he had wondered about, asked Tonks if he could be a metamorphagus. Tonks began to tell him that it was born in, but Harry interrupted and told her that he had made his hair grow from a crew cut to a ponytail over night once. Lupin frowned and mentioned that he had once heard Harry's father mention a grandmother metamorphagus. Tonks told them that they would look into it, and said goodbye after a quick rest in front of the fire to talk to Dumbledore. Lupin told Harry that he would be gone for the next couple of days, and Harry tried to be happy for his older friend, being able to get out of the house, and after Lupin left Harry went to the bathroom and stared at the mirror for a while. His face had lost what tan he had gained over his stay at the Dursleys and was now pasty white. His eyes were beginning to get red rims around them because of lack of sleep.
"I'm not doing enough physically during the day, Dobby." Harry told the house elf. It was then that Dobby suggested that Harry run up and down the stairs for an hour each day.
That was it. Life settled into a routine. Harry would wake, dress, eat, do his school work, eat, study his school work, and run up and down the stairs. He was in the middle of running up and down the stairs when the door opened one evening. Severus Snape walked in the door. Harry, coming down the stairs, froze, remembering what Snape had done to him last year. If Dobby hadn't appeared Harry was sure he would have done something nasty. Snape ate, wrote a few letters and departed, leaving the letters on the mantle piece and a nasty taste in Harry's mouth.
Harry was wondering if he could unseal the letters without anyone knowing when Hedwig returned with his marks from a transfiguration exercise, and he forgot about Snape as he jumped around happily, having got his first perfect score. As he opened a bottle of butter beer in celebration he though, yep, Hermione is right. There is something to be said for doing your own work and doing it well. He knew for a fact that his History of Magic notes were the best you could get because Professor Binns had sent him copies of his own notes. He wondered what Hermione would say if she found out. Hedwig nipped him, annoyed. And he saw that she had actually delivered two letters, and he scratched her head gently as he opened the next one. It was a letter from professor Mcgonagal, telling him that there was to be a Order meeting at HQ in two days time and could he make sure Dobby catered for at least fifteen hungry adults. Harry grinned when he realised that the professor had not used his name.
He scribbled a note back to her assuring her that he would do as she wished, asked Hedwig if she was up too it (he was greeted by an indignant hoot on that one) and let her out the window.
AN; next time; The Order Meeting. Ba ba ba ba bauuum!! Tell me what you think!!
Harry felt so depressed that he knew that if he couldn't just stay where he was. He would have to do something to fight the depression that was threatening to overtake him, just as it had before the attack on privet drive.
He was lying in the Sun in a rare moment of peace. The Durlsey's were inside, he could hear them talking. He wasn't listening to them, he was thinking about Sirius. Twelve loud bangs sounded. Harry jumped to his feet, suddenly feeling cold and he knew Dementors were back in Little Whinging. Then to his right there was a green flash and Harry whipped out his wand, searching the deceptively normal looking garden for a sign of a Disillusionment Spell. He knew it was hopeless. He went inside through the window. The Durlseys were screaming. Flashes were splitting his vision. He still couldn't see the Dementors. He bellowed the spell and Prongs leapt form his wand to charge at a corner of the room. Harry left Prongs to do what he did best while he ran up stairs. He flung open his trunk and pulled out his Invisibility cloak, thinking two (or thirteen) could play that game. He flung it on and raced downstairs where the air had become considerably warmer. The Dursleys were still screaming, and Harry ran to them, shutting them up with a few 'silencio' spells. Then a red bam came out of nowhere and clipped Harry as he tried to pull Dudley to his feet. The majority of the beam hit the Dursles, but Harry didn't know that because he had suddenly forgotten who he was. He looked wildly about, saw another red flash, this time of fire and felt an extreme force blew him of his feet and through the window. His arm felt like it was on fire and looking down he saw that his shirt sleeve and some of the skin underneath were shredded. Then he felt the cold of a Dementor, and not knowing what it was, he had run before the thing could get a hold on him.
When he had finally rememebered who he was and what he was he had been a block away from the Orders HQ. There was definetly something out there looking out for him.
There was a crack downstairs and Harry knew the Remus was back. He wiped his eyes, sneezed a couple times on his way so Lupin would think that he hadn't been crying, just sneezing a lot. When he rounded the door Harry saw a small blur come at him and a high pitched voice squeaked his name,
"Harry Potter sir!"
"d-dobby?"
"Yes sir, professor Dumbledore said that this place needed an elf now sir, since the last elf that was here was not honorable."
"You mean Kreacher?"
"Kreacher doesn't exist anymore." Said Lupin sharply from the dinning room.
"Now Dobby is here to take care of Harry Potter sir!" squealed Dobby, then his ears drooped, "but Harry Potter sir, Dobby would like to have Winky here too, she is very lonely."
Harry looked up at Lupin, and the man shrugged, "That's up to Dumbledore, Dobby, but I will ask him when I see him again."
"Thank you kind sir!"
***
With Dobby taking care of them, both Harry and Lupin put on some weight in the weeks that followed. Dobby even patched Lupins clothes. Harry was glad for the company that Dobby made as he pottered around, getting rid of the nasty little creatures that Mrs Weasley hadn't had time to get rid of last summer. Harry did the work Professor Mcgonagall sent him and then some, but still found it hard to fill his day until he found a book on decorating houses with magic. Mrs Weasley had used it, but only to a certain extent. She had painted the walls, but they were cream, and, Harry thought, rather boring. One day after he had finished his work for the day, and he was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking it was boring and he should find some posters of something to put up on it. Then it occurred to him that that was an entirely muggle suggestion. He could liven up his room, but he didn't need muggle posters to do so. He went downstairs and asked Dobby for the book. Dobby retrieved it for him, and watched as Harry flicked through. Seeing something that looked interesting he turned the book around and showed dobby the picture of clouds floating around the ceiling of a room, "What d'ya reckon?"
Dobby clapped his hands, "it is good Harry Potter sir!"
"Do you reckon I could do it?"
"Yes sir, Harry Potter sir, you are a great wizard Harry Potter sir!"
"Well les give it a go, eh?"
Three hours later Harry was exhausted, but gratified. His ceiling was nothing like the grand halls at Hogwarts, and the clouds were moving around rather statically, but Harry, and Dobby it seems were pleased with it.
"Harry Potter sir! It looks wonderful Harry Potter sir!" Dobby would have continued in that vein for some time had not the front door down stairs opened. He ran down stairs and greeted the lady with pink hair in the hall, calling her mistress and taking her cloak. She was telling him that he was an improvement on the last house elf they had had there when she saw Harry coming down the stairs. "Harry!" "Wotcher, Tonks." Harry repeated the greeting that she had hailed him with when they first met a year ago. She shook her head as she shook his hand, "Dumbledore said you would be back, and I didn't believe him. He was so angry with Mundungus that I thought at the time he was in denial. I was wrong, again, so it seems." Harry laughed, and asked her what she had been up to, but she just tapped the side of her nose and told him to mid his business. Harry complained that his business was rather boring at the moment. Nymphadora Tonks chukled, and told him to wait a little while.
Over dinner that night Tonks kept changing her hair, violet, pink, orange. Most of the shades made Harry laugh. Lupin just smiled. Then, Harry remembering something he had wondered about, asked Tonks if he could be a metamorphagus. Tonks began to tell him that it was born in, but Harry interrupted and told her that he had made his hair grow from a crew cut to a ponytail over night once. Lupin frowned and mentioned that he had once heard Harry's father mention a grandmother metamorphagus. Tonks told them that they would look into it, and said goodbye after a quick rest in front of the fire to talk to Dumbledore. Lupin told Harry that he would be gone for the next couple of days, and Harry tried to be happy for his older friend, being able to get out of the house, and after Lupin left Harry went to the bathroom and stared at the mirror for a while. His face had lost what tan he had gained over his stay at the Dursleys and was now pasty white. His eyes were beginning to get red rims around them because of lack of sleep.
"I'm not doing enough physically during the day, Dobby." Harry told the house elf. It was then that Dobby suggested that Harry run up and down the stairs for an hour each day.
That was it. Life settled into a routine. Harry would wake, dress, eat, do his school work, eat, study his school work, and run up and down the stairs. He was in the middle of running up and down the stairs when the door opened one evening. Severus Snape walked in the door. Harry, coming down the stairs, froze, remembering what Snape had done to him last year. If Dobby hadn't appeared Harry was sure he would have done something nasty. Snape ate, wrote a few letters and departed, leaving the letters on the mantle piece and a nasty taste in Harry's mouth.
Harry was wondering if he could unseal the letters without anyone knowing when Hedwig returned with his marks from a transfiguration exercise, and he forgot about Snape as he jumped around happily, having got his first perfect score. As he opened a bottle of butter beer in celebration he though, yep, Hermione is right. There is something to be said for doing your own work and doing it well. He knew for a fact that his History of Magic notes were the best you could get because Professor Binns had sent him copies of his own notes. He wondered what Hermione would say if she found out. Hedwig nipped him, annoyed. And he saw that she had actually delivered two letters, and he scratched her head gently as he opened the next one. It was a letter from professor Mcgonagal, telling him that there was to be a Order meeting at HQ in two days time and could he make sure Dobby catered for at least fifteen hungry adults. Harry grinned when he realised that the professor had not used his name.
He scribbled a note back to her assuring her that he would do as she wished, asked Hedwig if she was up too it (he was greeted by an indignant hoot on that one) and let her out the window.
AN; next time; The Order Meeting. Ba ba ba ba bauuum!! Tell me what you think!!