Title: Daughter of Dark
Summary: Harry begins life after OotP, he meets someone shortly afterwards that could be his key to Voldemort.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the characters and situations are created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made from the fanfiction and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Any of the original characters, however, belong to Cyanyde.
Rating: PG/13 (may change, but I will SPECIFICALY STATE if it does)
Genre: Drama, Angst and General
Author's Notes: Please review etc. sorry if there are a few spelling/grammar mistakes, we're not all perfect ^^. I will check thoroughly though. *If I do this* it's either Harry's thoughts or writing on paper, as I am writing this on notepad. I may change PoV at times. Etc. Thank you!
***
Harry sat on his bed, shivering. It wasn't a cold night; a warm summer's breeze still lingered in the house. But once again Harry Had seen Serious' death, and the tears coursing down his face showed it.
There were a few new cuts around his face and on his arms and hands... the result of a fight that day, since his OWL results had not yet arrived he was still forbidden to do magic. Which he had stopped himself from using with great self-control, his face still tightened by the thought of it.
*Here I am... sitting being a good boy, it still hasn't got me anywhere.*
Harry raised his head and angrilly wipped away the rest of his tears, he got up and walked downstairs towards the living room.
It was still the depth of night but Harry simply sat on his Uncles chair and stared at Dudley's new training kit... what he wouldn't give to beat the pulp out of it, but it would be to risky. Harry still felt restless and walked around the room a few times, when that didn't help he returned upstairs and pulled on some warmer clothes.
This time he practiccally ran down the steps, going 3 or 4 at a time and flung open the front door as he reached it running out into the empty street.
Although Harry had a lot off clothing on he still shivered as the cold hit him, and his breath rose before him mistily. Watching that Harry could feel a lump returning to his throught.
*What I wouldn't give to scream at someone now* and shivered as he thought of it, reading the Daily Prophet was enough. He set off down the road, deliberately making towards the park.
He had no idea how long he sat on the swings for but the sun began to rise, Harry wasn't quite sure whether to feel happy or sad at the new day.
Yet the warmth around him was making Harry sleepy and slowly he lay down and fell asleep.
***
Harry stood in a large, darkened room, people were appearing from all sides and Harry surveyed them all with deep displeasure, apparently looking for someone who had not yet arrived. Soon the people in the room had assembled in a circle and Harry spoke in a cold, high-pitched voice.
"And not one off you brings him back?" Many people looked at each other, others stared at the floor- shifting nervously. One stepped forward's.
"We tried sir, we almost caught the werewolf - he was defending the boy."
Harry spat in disgust and raised his wand.
"Cruci..."
***
The real Harry screamed writhing in pain. When he realised were he was he almost choked, he checked there was no-one in the park and quickly set off back to the Dursley's, breathing deeply. It couldn't be that late, the morning birds were still singing. As he turned the corner to Privet Drive he stopped and leaned on the nearest wall, he hadn't recovered from the dream yet. He waited and rested.
When he got inside Aunt Petunia was screeching almost as loudly as the owl.
"Get out, get out... filthy bird."
Harry ran over and grabbed the letter off the owl, which gave a dignified hoot and flew out the window.
"What's that then?" said Uncle Vernon. Harry didn't expect his Uncle had even accnolegded he was out, and then stared in surprise at the letter, it was from Hogwarts, but an official-looking ministry seal sat by the Hogwarts one. It would be his exam results. Harry broke the two seals with shaking fingers and pulled out the thick wad of paper.
*Harry Potter. Hogwarts OWL Examination Results.
Theory Practical
Transfiguration E A
Potions E E
DADA O O
Charms E A
History of Magic P -
Care of Magical Creatures O E
Herbology E A
Astronomy A -
Divination A P
Mr. Harry J. Potter is now legally allowed to use magic outside school grounds
Signed
Cornelius Fudge, Albus Dumbledore*
Harry couldn't help but smile at the sheet off paper, sure, he had basically failed Divination and History of Magic, but was he ever really good at them? And considering the circumstances... and he got 3 O'S! And E in potions... he couldn't wait to see Snapes face.
"You haven't answered my question boy."
Harry was snapped back to the real word as he looked up into his Uncles blotchy face, and said gleefully.
"I can use magic out of school!" Harry was still grinning stupidly into his Uncles face. He could see that Vernon was having difficulty wondering whether it was worth saying what was on his mind. But Harry almost skipped out the room with his letter, waving sarcastically at Dudley standing looking dumbstruck.
"Oi!" Harry looked back with his foot on the bottom step, and saw Dudley running at him. "You know... well um..." Harry looked at Dudley questionably, he had never seen his cousin look... almost nervous."
"What."
"Umm... oh, nothing." and with that Dudley retreated to the sitting room.
Harry was still sitting on his bed confused when another owl entered, this time through Harry's window, *Why couldn't the first owl have done that?* Harry reached towards it and took the Daily Prophet, giving the bird a knut before it flew out the window. Harry looked at the front page and felt a wave of sickness sweep over him.
Death Eaters waved at him sarcasticly from the front off the paper, Harry quickly cast his eye over the main article.
*Fudge Flustered?
We all know that the past year would have been a difficulty for anyone, but has Cornelius had too much for Mungo's?* Harry stared in shock from the Death-Eaters to the headline... it couldn't mean what he thought.
*Cornelius Fudge today granted freedom to 9 convicted Death-Eaters. He is said to be acting on his own priorities and evidence but who can trust that anymore?
Cornelius Fudge last year...* And it went on with allegations against Fudge. Opening the paper with trembling fingers he forced himself to read again of the recent attacks, so common now after just one week into the holidays that they no longer made the front page. So Harry each day went through the death list, making sure at least one person knew of their tragidies.
***
Harry walked down the stairs that evening with a forboding feeling in his stomach, he could hear his Aunt and Uncle conversing with an unknown couple and even Dudley trying to put his bit in. Harry pushed open the door as carefully as he could and walked into the room. Immeadiately everyone stopped and looked at him, they were all dressed in smart muggle clothes and Harry began to feel scruffy in their unwavering gaze. Soon his Uncle coughed and said through gritted teeth,
"This is my nephew, Harry." Vernon took a deep, steading breath, "by law." He added, just to make sure everyone knew Harry had nothing to do with him at all.
"Harry who?" said a musical voice by the door, Harry looked up and saw a girl who looked margoinly like Ginny Weasley, except she had deep chocolate hair. The girl had obviously been in the kitchen, she was holding a glass of water,
"Harry Potter." He said quickly looking at her suspiciously.
"I thought I heard an owl upstairs," she laughed carefully and Harry immeadiately paled, he had left his wand upstairs... "You don't own one do you? Umm... hello?" Harry snapped back to reality, realising it had been his Uncle turning purple in the corner of his eye.
"Err.. no, sorry." Harry turned to the middle-aged couple on the sofa. "So, where do you know my Uncle from, I didn't know you were coming." Theman laughed.
"No need to sound so anxious Harry, I'm your dads boss." Harry felt the colour that might have stayed in his face drain... the last time he had come into contact with his Uncles boss Dobby had dropped a pudding on his wifes head.
"I'll go and change, sorry about this." Harry dashed out the room before his Uncle could say anything, heading straight to the stairs to get his wand. But before he reached it the doorbell rang.
"Get that will you?" said Vernons voice from the hall, Harry went towards the door and time seemed to slow, by the time his hand was on the latch his heart seemed to be beating once a minute.
"Well Potter, you havn't forgotten politness have you?"
A/N rewrite! please reveiw. I'm updateing as quickly as poss.
Summary: Harry begins life after OotP, he meets someone shortly afterwards that could be his key to Voldemort.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the characters and situations are created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made from the fanfiction and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Any of the original characters, however, belong to Cyanyde.
Rating: PG/13 (may change, but I will SPECIFICALY STATE if it does)
Genre: Drama, Angst and General
Author's Notes: Please review etc. sorry if there are a few spelling/grammar mistakes, we're not all perfect ^^. I will check thoroughly though. *If I do this* it's either Harry's thoughts or writing on paper, as I am writing this on notepad. I may change PoV at times. Etc. Thank you!
***
Harry sat on his bed, shivering. It wasn't a cold night; a warm summer's breeze still lingered in the house. But once again Harry Had seen Serious' death, and the tears coursing down his face showed it.
There were a few new cuts around his face and on his arms and hands... the result of a fight that day, since his OWL results had not yet arrived he was still forbidden to do magic. Which he had stopped himself from using with great self-control, his face still tightened by the thought of it.
*Here I am... sitting being a good boy, it still hasn't got me anywhere.*
Harry raised his head and angrilly wipped away the rest of his tears, he got up and walked downstairs towards the living room.
It was still the depth of night but Harry simply sat on his Uncles chair and stared at Dudley's new training kit... what he wouldn't give to beat the pulp out of it, but it would be to risky. Harry still felt restless and walked around the room a few times, when that didn't help he returned upstairs and pulled on some warmer clothes.
This time he practiccally ran down the steps, going 3 or 4 at a time and flung open the front door as he reached it running out into the empty street.
Although Harry had a lot off clothing on he still shivered as the cold hit him, and his breath rose before him mistily. Watching that Harry could feel a lump returning to his throught.
*What I wouldn't give to scream at someone now* and shivered as he thought of it, reading the Daily Prophet was enough. He set off down the road, deliberately making towards the park.
He had no idea how long he sat on the swings for but the sun began to rise, Harry wasn't quite sure whether to feel happy or sad at the new day.
Yet the warmth around him was making Harry sleepy and slowly he lay down and fell asleep.
***
Harry stood in a large, darkened room, people were appearing from all sides and Harry surveyed them all with deep displeasure, apparently looking for someone who had not yet arrived. Soon the people in the room had assembled in a circle and Harry spoke in a cold, high-pitched voice.
"And not one off you brings him back?" Many people looked at each other, others stared at the floor- shifting nervously. One stepped forward's.
"We tried sir, we almost caught the werewolf - he was defending the boy."
Harry spat in disgust and raised his wand.
"Cruci..."
***
The real Harry screamed writhing in pain. When he realised were he was he almost choked, he checked there was no-one in the park and quickly set off back to the Dursley's, breathing deeply. It couldn't be that late, the morning birds were still singing. As he turned the corner to Privet Drive he stopped and leaned on the nearest wall, he hadn't recovered from the dream yet. He waited and rested.
When he got inside Aunt Petunia was screeching almost as loudly as the owl.
"Get out, get out... filthy bird."
Harry ran over and grabbed the letter off the owl, which gave a dignified hoot and flew out the window.
"What's that then?" said Uncle Vernon. Harry didn't expect his Uncle had even accnolegded he was out, and then stared in surprise at the letter, it was from Hogwarts, but an official-looking ministry seal sat by the Hogwarts one. It would be his exam results. Harry broke the two seals with shaking fingers and pulled out the thick wad of paper.
*Harry Potter. Hogwarts OWL Examination Results.
Theory Practical
Transfiguration E A
Potions E E
DADA O O
Charms E A
History of Magic P -
Care of Magical Creatures O E
Herbology E A
Astronomy A -
Divination A P
Mr. Harry J. Potter is now legally allowed to use magic outside school grounds
Signed
Cornelius Fudge, Albus Dumbledore*
Harry couldn't help but smile at the sheet off paper, sure, he had basically failed Divination and History of Magic, but was he ever really good at them? And considering the circumstances... and he got 3 O'S! And E in potions... he couldn't wait to see Snapes face.
"You haven't answered my question boy."
Harry was snapped back to the real word as he looked up into his Uncles blotchy face, and said gleefully.
"I can use magic out of school!" Harry was still grinning stupidly into his Uncles face. He could see that Vernon was having difficulty wondering whether it was worth saying what was on his mind. But Harry almost skipped out the room with his letter, waving sarcastically at Dudley standing looking dumbstruck.
"Oi!" Harry looked back with his foot on the bottom step, and saw Dudley running at him. "You know... well um..." Harry looked at Dudley questionably, he had never seen his cousin look... almost nervous."
"What."
"Umm... oh, nothing." and with that Dudley retreated to the sitting room.
Harry was still sitting on his bed confused when another owl entered, this time through Harry's window, *Why couldn't the first owl have done that?* Harry reached towards it and took the Daily Prophet, giving the bird a knut before it flew out the window. Harry looked at the front page and felt a wave of sickness sweep over him.
Death Eaters waved at him sarcasticly from the front off the paper, Harry quickly cast his eye over the main article.
*Fudge Flustered?
We all know that the past year would have been a difficulty for anyone, but has Cornelius had too much for Mungo's?* Harry stared in shock from the Death-Eaters to the headline... it couldn't mean what he thought.
*Cornelius Fudge today granted freedom to 9 convicted Death-Eaters. He is said to be acting on his own priorities and evidence but who can trust that anymore?
Cornelius Fudge last year...* And it went on with allegations against Fudge. Opening the paper with trembling fingers he forced himself to read again of the recent attacks, so common now after just one week into the holidays that they no longer made the front page. So Harry each day went through the death list, making sure at least one person knew of their tragidies.
***
Harry walked down the stairs that evening with a forboding feeling in his stomach, he could hear his Aunt and Uncle conversing with an unknown couple and even Dudley trying to put his bit in. Harry pushed open the door as carefully as he could and walked into the room. Immeadiately everyone stopped and looked at him, they were all dressed in smart muggle clothes and Harry began to feel scruffy in their unwavering gaze. Soon his Uncle coughed and said through gritted teeth,
"This is my nephew, Harry." Vernon took a deep, steading breath, "by law." He added, just to make sure everyone knew Harry had nothing to do with him at all.
"Harry who?" said a musical voice by the door, Harry looked up and saw a girl who looked margoinly like Ginny Weasley, except she had deep chocolate hair. The girl had obviously been in the kitchen, she was holding a glass of water,
"Harry Potter." He said quickly looking at her suspiciously.
"I thought I heard an owl upstairs," she laughed carefully and Harry immeadiately paled, he had left his wand upstairs... "You don't own one do you? Umm... hello?" Harry snapped back to reality, realising it had been his Uncle turning purple in the corner of his eye.
"Err.. no, sorry." Harry turned to the middle-aged couple on the sofa. "So, where do you know my Uncle from, I didn't know you were coming." Theman laughed.
"No need to sound so anxious Harry, I'm your dads boss." Harry felt the colour that might have stayed in his face drain... the last time he had come into contact with his Uncles boss Dobby had dropped a pudding on his wifes head.
"I'll go and change, sorry about this." Harry dashed out the room before his Uncle could say anything, heading straight to the stairs to get his wand. But before he reached it the doorbell rang.
"Get that will you?" said Vernons voice from the hall, Harry went towards the door and time seemed to slow, by the time his hand was on the latch his heart seemed to be beating once a minute.
"Well Potter, you havn't forgotten politness have you?"
A/N rewrite! please reveiw. I'm updateing as quickly as poss.