A/N: Hey, I'm back, again. You all got me into a panic attack when you
sent your reviews saying I look forward to your daily updates, and I kicked
myself for not telling you I was kidding. Yes, I will update as quickly as
possible and perhaps one or many in a row. Though, I am happy over how
enthusiastic you are. Yay, I'm up to 19 reviews and it has only been five
days since I start this story! Well, on with it, here is chapter four.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else you recognize here, that all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
/Harry's Thoughts/
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Chapter Four: A New Face And Flight From Danger
Harry looked at the mirror in pure shock, looking back at him was a boy, no, a man with black hair that hung down to his neck in long curly locks and an angular face with piercing green eyes. He stood a good 5'7" and even with the baggy clothing you could still see some faint muscle definition. With an even deeper shock, that nearly caused Harry to fall over, Harry realized the man in the mirror was him. /What the hell?! How did this happen?!/ Though despite Harry's shock he couldn't help but look at himself with some contempt. /Man, I don't look half bad./ Then, with a start, Harry realized he wasn't wearing his glasses. He looked around the room and noticed them lying on the ground where he had blacked out earlier, and Harry wondered with amazement how he hadn't noticed them earlier. He fingered his face and stood there musing. /This couldn't be dark magic could it?/ Then Harry studied the symbol on his left palm again, and his gut told him that just wasn't it. /I'd better write to Dumbledore./ Hastily, Harry ran over to his desk and started the short letter to Dumbledore.
Professor Dumbledore,
Something strange happened to me earlier today and I thought you ought
to know. My Uncle and I had an argument over a letter from Hogwarts
and I lost my temper. Suddenly I felt. I dunno. Strange. Like there was
a river of magic flowing through me. By the time I got back to my room
I felt burned out and just collapsed, but not before some words were
whispered that I can't remember, and I felt a burning on my palm. When
I woke up there was a tattoo on my hand it appears to be a golden lion
With scarlet wings and an emerald green dragon wrapped around its legs.
But that is not all, after I woke I also noticed that I look different, taller
and stronger. Please write back to me.
Harry Potter
Harry folded up the parchment and turned to give it to Hedwig before he remembered with a groan the padlock still on her cage. Harry strode over to the cage and lifted the padlock into his hands, jiggling it around for a few moments he dropped it with a sigh.
"If only I could use the Alohomora spell Hermione taught me." Harry said with another sigh. Suddenly there was a loud clickand the padlock dropped to the floor, and Harry stared down at it gaping. Giving himself a mental shake he unlatched the now lock-free cage and Hedwig hopped out with an excited hoot.
"I know, you've been cooped up in that cage for much too long." With that he tied the letter to Hedwig's leg who seemed eager to do anything besides roost. "I want you to take this to Dumbledore." As soon as he had barely tied the letter Hedwig was off without a single glance back.
After watching his only companion fly off into the distance Harry was suddenly knocked off his feet by a loud BOOM! And the resonating shake after word, Harry wondered for a moment if the house was going to collapse it shook so hard. But not long after it began it stopped with only a few small tremors after. As soon as Harry could gain his footing he rushed down the stairs and past the stunned Dursleys to the front porch.
Harry was not prepared for what he saw, right in the middle of the road was a huge crater, dimly visible by the lights from the neighboring houses seeing as the street lamps were all out.. It stretched from the low garden wall in the Dursley's front yard, to halfway across the lawn of the house exactly opposite of where he stood. His face paled. /Was that meant for me?/ Harry made up his mind right then and there that he wasn't staying a moment longer, protection or not he wasn't safe. Dashing up the stairs Harry grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's empty cage. By the time he got back outside he grunted in frustration. People coming to see what had caused the explosion were coming out and staring at the huge gap. Cursing silently the whole way Harry dragged his trunk up several streets until he was sure there were no muggle eyes watching him. Hastily he pulled out his wand and lifted it over his head. Not two seconds later there was a resounding BANG and Harry was momentary blinded by a flash of light. When Harry was again able to see a familiar young man with horrible acne came down off the bus and started reciting a short speech with familiarity and boredon when he was done he led Harry up onto the bus.
"Welcome, sir, and where would you like to be going tonight?" Stan Shunpike asked in a friendly tone.
"Diagon Alley," Harry replied in a rough voice. Since Stan had not noticed who he was he did not think it was necessary for him to find out and begin with the questions. He leaned his head forward so that his dark locks covered most of his face. "And I would like a bunk on the second floor please." Stan nodded his head and opened his mouth to say something else but Harry cut him off. "Just the fare, I do not wish for a hot chocolate or water bottle and toothbrush." And with that he dug into his pocket for the eleven sickles he remembered the fare being. Stan took the sickles silently and led him up the spiraling staircase to the second floor, which, unsurprisingly, was exactly the same as the first minus the driver. As Stan went down the staircase Harry could here him mumbling and grumbling about "rude customers", but Harry didn't care for a major weight had been lifted off his chest. Despite his reasons for leaving his was free of the Dursleys again for hopefully another year. With that thought Harry broke into a grin and gave a relieved laugh, shrugging off the curious stares of the floors other occupants.
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A/N: There we go, another chapter. Whew, four chapters in five days, my school work is really going slack, but oh well, hope you enjoyed!
A Special Thanks To The Wonderful Reviewers:
Soulfire - I hope I can bring up your rating but it seems fine to me right now seeing as I only had three chapters! Thank you and I hope you keep reading!
Somepinkfan
Me222
Smackskiller - Yes, I know, I shouldn't do that so often and so I changed the ending of this chapter a little so it wasn't one seeing as you no doubt find that annoying. Thanks for your review!
Jaximillion
AmyLupin1987 - Very strange review but nevertheless thank you very much!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else you recognize here, that all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
/Harry's Thoughts/
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Chapter Four: A New Face And Flight From Danger
Harry looked at the mirror in pure shock, looking back at him was a boy, no, a man with black hair that hung down to his neck in long curly locks and an angular face with piercing green eyes. He stood a good 5'7" and even with the baggy clothing you could still see some faint muscle definition. With an even deeper shock, that nearly caused Harry to fall over, Harry realized the man in the mirror was him. /What the hell?! How did this happen?!/ Though despite Harry's shock he couldn't help but look at himself with some contempt. /Man, I don't look half bad./ Then, with a start, Harry realized he wasn't wearing his glasses. He looked around the room and noticed them lying on the ground where he had blacked out earlier, and Harry wondered with amazement how he hadn't noticed them earlier. He fingered his face and stood there musing. /This couldn't be dark magic could it?/ Then Harry studied the symbol on his left palm again, and his gut told him that just wasn't it. /I'd better write to Dumbledore./ Hastily, Harry ran over to his desk and started the short letter to Dumbledore.
Professor Dumbledore,
Something strange happened to me earlier today and I thought you ought
to know. My Uncle and I had an argument over a letter from Hogwarts
and I lost my temper. Suddenly I felt. I dunno. Strange. Like there was
a river of magic flowing through me. By the time I got back to my room
I felt burned out and just collapsed, but not before some words were
whispered that I can't remember, and I felt a burning on my palm. When
I woke up there was a tattoo on my hand it appears to be a golden lion
With scarlet wings and an emerald green dragon wrapped around its legs.
But that is not all, after I woke I also noticed that I look different, taller
and stronger. Please write back to me.
Harry Potter
Harry folded up the parchment and turned to give it to Hedwig before he remembered with a groan the padlock still on her cage. Harry strode over to the cage and lifted the padlock into his hands, jiggling it around for a few moments he dropped it with a sigh.
"If only I could use the Alohomora spell Hermione taught me." Harry said with another sigh. Suddenly there was a loud clickand the padlock dropped to the floor, and Harry stared down at it gaping. Giving himself a mental shake he unlatched the now lock-free cage and Hedwig hopped out with an excited hoot.
"I know, you've been cooped up in that cage for much too long." With that he tied the letter to Hedwig's leg who seemed eager to do anything besides roost. "I want you to take this to Dumbledore." As soon as he had barely tied the letter Hedwig was off without a single glance back.
After watching his only companion fly off into the distance Harry was suddenly knocked off his feet by a loud BOOM! And the resonating shake after word, Harry wondered for a moment if the house was going to collapse it shook so hard. But not long after it began it stopped with only a few small tremors after. As soon as Harry could gain his footing he rushed down the stairs and past the stunned Dursleys to the front porch.
Harry was not prepared for what he saw, right in the middle of the road was a huge crater, dimly visible by the lights from the neighboring houses seeing as the street lamps were all out.. It stretched from the low garden wall in the Dursley's front yard, to halfway across the lawn of the house exactly opposite of where he stood. His face paled. /Was that meant for me?/ Harry made up his mind right then and there that he wasn't staying a moment longer, protection or not he wasn't safe. Dashing up the stairs Harry grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's empty cage. By the time he got back outside he grunted in frustration. People coming to see what had caused the explosion were coming out and staring at the huge gap. Cursing silently the whole way Harry dragged his trunk up several streets until he was sure there were no muggle eyes watching him. Hastily he pulled out his wand and lifted it over his head. Not two seconds later there was a resounding BANG and Harry was momentary blinded by a flash of light. When Harry was again able to see a familiar young man with horrible acne came down off the bus and started reciting a short speech with familiarity and boredon when he was done he led Harry up onto the bus.
"Welcome, sir, and where would you like to be going tonight?" Stan Shunpike asked in a friendly tone.
"Diagon Alley," Harry replied in a rough voice. Since Stan had not noticed who he was he did not think it was necessary for him to find out and begin with the questions. He leaned his head forward so that his dark locks covered most of his face. "And I would like a bunk on the second floor please." Stan nodded his head and opened his mouth to say something else but Harry cut him off. "Just the fare, I do not wish for a hot chocolate or water bottle and toothbrush." And with that he dug into his pocket for the eleven sickles he remembered the fare being. Stan took the sickles silently and led him up the spiraling staircase to the second floor, which, unsurprisingly, was exactly the same as the first minus the driver. As Stan went down the staircase Harry could here him mumbling and grumbling about "rude customers", but Harry didn't care for a major weight had been lifted off his chest. Despite his reasons for leaving his was free of the Dursleys again for hopefully another year. With that thought Harry broke into a grin and gave a relieved laugh, shrugging off the curious stares of the floors other occupants.
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A/N: There we go, another chapter. Whew, four chapters in five days, my school work is really going slack, but oh well, hope you enjoyed!
A Special Thanks To The Wonderful Reviewers:
Soulfire - I hope I can bring up your rating but it seems fine to me right now seeing as I only had three chapters! Thank you and I hope you keep reading!
Somepinkfan
Me222
Smackskiller - Yes, I know, I shouldn't do that so often and so I changed the ending of this chapter a little so it wasn't one seeing as you no doubt find that annoying. Thanks for your review!
Jaximillion
AmyLupin1987 - Very strange review but nevertheless thank you very much!