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I'm pretty sure slavery is illegal.
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One More Day
Harry awoke from his dream with a start, and a thud. The thud was him falling out of bed. He unwound himself from the blankets that entrapped him. Picking himself up off the floor, he looked at his small alarm clock. His. It wasn't really his. Dudly had received it for Christmas. It hadn't taken more than a week before he broke off the antenna. The marks from that tantrum were still evident in the kitchen.hall.living room.three bedrooms.and the front lawn. The rest had been repaired. Harry rolled over and tried to fall back asleep. He thought about the last two and half months, everything since Sirius had died. His friends told him not to blame himself. He didn't. He blamed Voldemort. Over the summer Harry had come to terms with Sirius's death and, somehow, driven off the depression that was threatening to set in.
The thought of Sirius's death though still bothered him enough that he decided to stay up for a bit clear his mind.
Deciding that he needed something to do, he retrieved his transfiguration book and a partially finished essay over animagus transformation. He opened his book to the same section he always used, and began reading page after page of complex instructions and diagrams. After and hour, he had only a sentence of new information. "While every person's animagus form is different, it is not uncommon for the forms of two people to be almost exactly the same if they have a particularly deep connection, whether for good or ill."
Not the most interesting part of the section, but it was another half inch done of his paper.
Harry must have drifted off to sleep at some point because he was jarred awake by a sharp pain in his hand. Hegwig nipped him again before he fully came to. Quickly he untied the letter from her leg and opened her cage so that she could get some much-appreciated water, and then settle into a light sleep.
The heavy parchment envelope bore the Hogwarts crest and was seal. On the front, in sparkling green letters, was written:
Mr. H. Potter
Tangled Mass on the Floor, Smallest Bedroom
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Sometimes its just scary how they know where I am," thought Harry. He opened the letter slowly wondering what it could be.
Dear Mr. Potter,
While I am sorry I can not deliver this
message in person, I am overjoyed to inform you that
after months of careful planning, The Dark Lord
Voldemort is most certainly DEAD, and, more
importantly, you have no reason to fear any
ramifications. Be sure to get plenty of sleep
tonight. I will be visiting your aunt and uncle
tomorrow and I trust you will have your things packed
and ready to move.
Sincerely,
Albus
Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards.)
Harry stared blankly at the parchment in his hands in a state of shock. Quickly, he reread the letter. It hadn't changed. Voldemort was dead and gone, but, more importantly now, Harry was tired as Hell.
"Well time to go to bed," Harry thought as he hid his school things under the loose floorboard beneath his bed, and lay down to go to sleep. He was asleep before he knew it.
~*~
Breakfast. Uncomfortable on a good day. Hell on a bad one.
"Boy, if you let that bacon."There was a knock at the front door, "Get that, and be quick about it!"
Harry sprinted to the door, paused to collect himself in front of it, and then quickly opened the door.
"Hello Harry. I trust your." Dumbledore stopped short, I trust the Dursleys are waiting." The twinkle in his eyes was there stronger than ever.
Harry just smiled and let the way to the kitchen . Needless to say, the Dursleys were a bit surprised.
"What in the bloody Hell is He doing here?" roared Uncle Vernon.
"Mr. Dursley I'm sure that if you listen to me for just a-"
Vernon didn't let I'm finish before he started roaring, "I WILL NOT LISTEN TO SOMEONE LIKE YOU!"
"Harry, get your things we're leaving."
Harry was very glad he had taken the time to pack his things before "breakfast". He quickly ran upstairs and brought down Hegwig and his trunk, the latter while grunting and panting, and set them in the living room.
He returned just in time to hear Vernon scream "GET OUT!" followed by Dumbledore's "Certainly" just before he ushered Harry back to his trunk and disapparated, taking Harry with him.
~*~
They apparated to, none other than The Burrow, which seamed to be in the middle of a party. The entire house was swarming with people, and Harry was sure that if it weren't for the magical supports the house would have collapsed.
Harry stared wide-eyed in amazement at what he saw. Molly Weasley was alternating between speaking with her guests and conjuring more food, Arthur Weasley was sitting in a large comfy chair surrounded by people, and everywhere people were laughing, talking, and using their wands to set off fireworks and their like.
Albus didn't look the least bit surprised about what was happening, which, actually, didn't surprise Harry in the least. After all, Voldemort was dead. Gone. Never to bother anyone again.
All these things Harry assimilated in a matter of moments. That was all he was given before Professor Dumbledore took out his wand and muttered a spell. Harry could hardly believe his eyes. A huge explosion of red, green, brown, and purple filled the room, followed closely by the loudest explosion Harry had ever heard. It made his ears ache, ring and go deaf all at the same time, but it wore off quickly and it served its purpose. Everyone in the house came flooding into the already overcrowded living room.
"I am sorry," said Albus, " to interrupt your celebration but there is one guest who had not heard the tale." He paused for a moment. "If we could just have someone tell Mr. Potter here.?"
And that was that, all Hell broke loose. Harry had time to think only two things before he was swept away. One, where was Ron? and two no explosion could stop this, no matter how loud it was.
Through the clamor of 39 people trying to tell the same story from their point of view Harry finally found out what happened from Arnold Weasley.
A spy from Hogwarts had returned with information that Voldemort was going to attack the Burrow on July 17. There had been adequate time to set up more than adequate defenses and remove all of the Weasleys except for Arthur and Percy. Aurors were placed in and around the Burrow as well as other ministry and nonministry wizards.
It began at sunrise. Death eaters apparated to the Burrow in small groups, of no more than ten and began to "secure" the area. All the while being watched by aurors. Then, after the 7th group "secured" their area, Voldemort apparated in, and all Hell broke loose. First an anti-apparation field went up. Then the side of light went to work stunning death eaters. Voldemort could only watch as spells came from seemingly nowhere to stun his followers. One unfortunate death eater sent a blasting spell to where he believed the attackers were. A wall and part of the ceiling collapsed on him, and one broken piece of wood turned Voldemorts heart into a pincushion, while another scrambled his brain. That was the end of Voldemort and his followers.
The final tally came to 67 death eaters in custody two dead. There were no losses for the side of light.
Harry had a good idea who the spy from Hogwarts was, and , as much as he hated it, he knew that he was in Snape's debt, not only for providing information tat lead to Voldemort's death, but also for saving the closest thing he had to a real family.
Around ten that night the rest of the Weasley's arrived at the celebration. Finally around 1 a.m. people began to go home and Harry and Ron were ushered to bed. They barely had time to get undressed before collapsing into their respective beds.
One More Day
Harry awoke from his dream with a start, and a thud. The thud was him falling out of bed. He unwound himself from the blankets that entrapped him. Picking himself up off the floor, he looked at his small alarm clock. His. It wasn't really his. Dudly had received it for Christmas. It hadn't taken more than a week before he broke off the antenna. The marks from that tantrum were still evident in the kitchen.hall.living room.three bedrooms.and the front lawn. The rest had been repaired. Harry rolled over and tried to fall back asleep. He thought about the last two and half months, everything since Sirius had died. His friends told him not to blame himself. He didn't. He blamed Voldemort. Over the summer Harry had come to terms with Sirius's death and, somehow, driven off the depression that was threatening to set in.
The thought of Sirius's death though still bothered him enough that he decided to stay up for a bit clear his mind.
Deciding that he needed something to do, he retrieved his transfiguration book and a partially finished essay over animagus transformation. He opened his book to the same section he always used, and began reading page after page of complex instructions and diagrams. After and hour, he had only a sentence of new information. "While every person's animagus form is different, it is not uncommon for the forms of two people to be almost exactly the same if they have a particularly deep connection, whether for good or ill."
Not the most interesting part of the section, but it was another half inch done of his paper.
Harry must have drifted off to sleep at some point because he was jarred awake by a sharp pain in his hand. Hegwig nipped him again before he fully came to. Quickly he untied the letter from her leg and opened her cage so that she could get some much-appreciated water, and then settle into a light sleep.
The heavy parchment envelope bore the Hogwarts crest and was seal. On the front, in sparkling green letters, was written:
Mr. H. Potter
Tangled Mass on the Floor, Smallest Bedroom
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Sometimes its just scary how they know where I am," thought Harry. He opened the letter slowly wondering what it could be.
Dear Mr. Potter,
While I am sorry I can not deliver this
message in person, I am overjoyed to inform you that
after months of careful planning, The Dark Lord
Voldemort is most certainly DEAD, and, more
importantly, you have no reason to fear any
ramifications. Be sure to get plenty of sleep
tonight. I will be visiting your aunt and uncle
tomorrow and I trust you will have your things packed
and ready to move.
Sincerely,
Albus
Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards.)
Harry stared blankly at the parchment in his hands in a state of shock. Quickly, he reread the letter. It hadn't changed. Voldemort was dead and gone, but, more importantly now, Harry was tired as Hell.
"Well time to go to bed," Harry thought as he hid his school things under the loose floorboard beneath his bed, and lay down to go to sleep. He was asleep before he knew it.
~*~
Breakfast. Uncomfortable on a good day. Hell on a bad one.
"Boy, if you let that bacon."There was a knock at the front door, "Get that, and be quick about it!"
Harry sprinted to the door, paused to collect himself in front of it, and then quickly opened the door.
"Hello Harry. I trust your." Dumbledore stopped short, I trust the Dursleys are waiting." The twinkle in his eyes was there stronger than ever.
Harry just smiled and let the way to the kitchen . Needless to say, the Dursleys were a bit surprised.
"What in the bloody Hell is He doing here?" roared Uncle Vernon.
"Mr. Dursley I'm sure that if you listen to me for just a-"
Vernon didn't let I'm finish before he started roaring, "I WILL NOT LISTEN TO SOMEONE LIKE YOU!"
"Harry, get your things we're leaving."
Harry was very glad he had taken the time to pack his things before "breakfast". He quickly ran upstairs and brought down Hegwig and his trunk, the latter while grunting and panting, and set them in the living room.
He returned just in time to hear Vernon scream "GET OUT!" followed by Dumbledore's "Certainly" just before he ushered Harry back to his trunk and disapparated, taking Harry with him.
~*~
They apparated to, none other than The Burrow, which seamed to be in the middle of a party. The entire house was swarming with people, and Harry was sure that if it weren't for the magical supports the house would have collapsed.
Harry stared wide-eyed in amazement at what he saw. Molly Weasley was alternating between speaking with her guests and conjuring more food, Arthur Weasley was sitting in a large comfy chair surrounded by people, and everywhere people were laughing, talking, and using their wands to set off fireworks and their like.
Albus didn't look the least bit surprised about what was happening, which, actually, didn't surprise Harry in the least. After all, Voldemort was dead. Gone. Never to bother anyone again.
All these things Harry assimilated in a matter of moments. That was all he was given before Professor Dumbledore took out his wand and muttered a spell. Harry could hardly believe his eyes. A huge explosion of red, green, brown, and purple filled the room, followed closely by the loudest explosion Harry had ever heard. It made his ears ache, ring and go deaf all at the same time, but it wore off quickly and it served its purpose. Everyone in the house came flooding into the already overcrowded living room.
"I am sorry," said Albus, " to interrupt your celebration but there is one guest who had not heard the tale." He paused for a moment. "If we could just have someone tell Mr. Potter here.?"
And that was that, all Hell broke loose. Harry had time to think only two things before he was swept away. One, where was Ron? and two no explosion could stop this, no matter how loud it was.
Through the clamor of 39 people trying to tell the same story from their point of view Harry finally found out what happened from Arnold Weasley.
A spy from Hogwarts had returned with information that Voldemort was going to attack the Burrow on July 17. There had been adequate time to set up more than adequate defenses and remove all of the Weasleys except for Arthur and Percy. Aurors were placed in and around the Burrow as well as other ministry and nonministry wizards.
It began at sunrise. Death eaters apparated to the Burrow in small groups, of no more than ten and began to "secure" the area. All the while being watched by aurors. Then, after the 7th group "secured" their area, Voldemort apparated in, and all Hell broke loose. First an anti-apparation field went up. Then the side of light went to work stunning death eaters. Voldemort could only watch as spells came from seemingly nowhere to stun his followers. One unfortunate death eater sent a blasting spell to where he believed the attackers were. A wall and part of the ceiling collapsed on him, and one broken piece of wood turned Voldemorts heart into a pincushion, while another scrambled his brain. That was the end of Voldemort and his followers.
The final tally came to 67 death eaters in custody two dead. There were no losses for the side of light.
Harry had a good idea who the spy from Hogwarts was, and , as much as he hated it, he knew that he was in Snape's debt, not only for providing information tat lead to Voldemort's death, but also for saving the closest thing he had to a real family.
Around ten that night the rest of the Weasley's arrived at the celebration. Finally around 1 a.m. people began to go home and Harry and Ron were ushered to bed. They barely had time to get undressed before collapsing into their respective beds.