This is my first fanfic of writing Harry Potter. I had this idea for a long time and I finally was able to write it down in words. I hope you readers out there who is reading this story like it. Question, comments, and ideas are accepted. I'm not a big fan of flames, however if you feel like I shouldn't continue with this story, then I sadly give up writing this story. Please do enjoy! Oh yeah I almost forgot. This story takes place after his fourth year at bring at Hogwarts. If you didn't read the four books of Harry Potter, then there are some spoilers inside here. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I don't own J.K. Rowling's characters or her ideas, however I do own books of Harry Potter. So please don't sue me because really and truly I don't have any money.
Underlying Mysteries
Chapter one
Harry Potter checked his wristwatch to only find it was 8am in the morning. He knew the Dursleys would expect him to be up in the kitchen making their daily breakfast. Harry Potter made a sigh. Every single day, he went through the same thing over and over again. He served the Dursleys since the time he first reached their porch. They mistreated him, tortured him to do their bidding. They once upon a time made him sleep in a cupboard under the stairs. Then one day every thing changed, when he received a letter saying he had been accepted in school at Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He finally got out this house he was now in, and went to a school where he found out how famous he was for something he couldn't even remember.
"Harry, are you done frying the eggs as yet?! Come on a horse can move faster then you! Maybe even a turtle as well!" yelled Aunt Petunia.
"Yes and I have to go work! Don't think about doing any of that weird stuff you do while I'm out the house, or else it will be you and me! Anyways you're not allowed to that stuff while you're out of school," also yelled Uncle Vernon.
Harry just gave a disgusted look and continued frying their eggs for them. He saw Aunt Petunia made her from the counter in the kitchen to the living, where Uncle Vernon was watching television. Their son who was Harry's cousin named Dudley now of days hung out with the wring crowd. Ever since Harry knew him, Dudley was known to be bully, who always picked on kids younger then him.
The eggs were done being fried. Harry slapped them onto two different plates along with some toasted bread and chopped up hot dogs at the side. He walked into the living serving both Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon who were now engaged deep into a conversation. They thought Harry was not listening to them, when in fact he was.
"Did you hear what happened two nights ago?" asked Uncle Vernon as his eyes squinted to get a better look at the television events.
"What happened?" asked Aunt Petunia. She grabbed her food and began to eat it with such fast speed.
"Well two nights ago, a mysterious murder happened. People described the scene in a weird way. They say that the dead body they found looked like nothing but skin and bones. The police said that was the fifth attack that happened around the neighborhood. They say don't know anything about the physical appearance of the person or persons who is/are killing innocent victims."
"Did the police find anything honey? I mean did they at least get any information of any kind?"
"Yes they did. Some of the people who were questioned said while they were around the place where the person got murdered said they felt something."
"What do you mean they felt something?"
"Well they said they felt everything inside them go cold. They said they felt like everything, all their happiness, their precious memories vanished. All they were left with were symptoms of cold feelings, sadness, pain so deep, they felt like their souls were torment, sucked from their own body. I don't know what's going on, but these deaths are becoming numerous. I'm afraid for our son Dudley."
"Its okay. Everything is going to be okay." Harry watched in silence by the stairway. He watched as Aunt Petunia found ways of soothing her husband. After overhearing about the murder scenes, Harry knew who were committing murders, but could it be possible they found a way from the other world to the muggle world? Did the ministry of magic know about all these murders, about innocent people dying by their guards?
Not one minute was spared. Harry ran up the stairs to his room. He closed the door behind him. With pencil and paper he wrote to both Hermonie and Ron telling them about the incidents he heard about. He decided to tell his godfather also, which he discovered like two years ago, but he didn't risk it. He knew about the mailing system being checked. He also believed his owl Hedwig could pass any route without being detected easily. He put a lot of his faith in Hedwig. She never let him down before. With quick ease Harry wrote:
Dear Hermoine,
I know we haven't talked in along time. Now of days I know we have to be careful, but I have to tell you something important. If I don't then things can get much worst then they already are. Write back as soon as you get this letter and make sure Hedwig is well fed. She does a better job on a full stomach and then on an empty one.
Your friend,
Harry Potter
Dear Ron
I have some important news to talk to you about. I won't be able to tell you it now, I was hoping with school almost starting and all, if you could come and get me. Then we could discuss matters. Write me back as soon as you get this. Also feed Hedwig well, because the trip for her to get from here to over where you live can be very stressful for her. Gotta go!
Your friend,
Harry Potter
Harry checked the letters to see if they were okay. Satisfied with the letters, he rolled them into little parchments, hook them on Hedwig's foot, and let her fly out into the starry night hoping the letters would make it to them safely. All he had to do now was wait.
Several days passed by yet there was nothing. Not even a single word of message ever entered the house. School was just a few days away. Harry wondered how he was going to go to school. He mentally slapped himself for letting his mind stray from the real issue. Right now his brain was on over drive. He kept on thinking about negative things that could have happened to Hedwig. He hoped Hedwig made it to Hermoine's and Ron's house safely. He so badly wanted to tell them everything, but if Hedwig never came back with letter from any one of them, all that left to assume was that either Hedwig never made it to their house, or they never got the chance to write him back.
The clock made a ring, letting Harry know it was now midnight. As Harry looked out the window waiting for the arrival of his owl, he noticed how drowsy he was. It was awkward for him to feel so drowsy this late at night. Usually all around two, three o clock in the morning Harry was still awake reading, writing, or doing something domestic. He didn't want to waste his time doing something else.
Harry's mind became drowsy, his eyes became droopy, and his body became something heavy like led. All he wanted to do was surrender himself into a deep slumber. No! He mentally shouted at himself. He had to stay up just a little bit longer, waiting for Hedwig. She might arrive with letter from both Ron and Hermonie. He didn't want to be caught sleeping if something drastic happened.
Voldemort was back from the depth of the shadows. He was back to reclaim everything that was once his. He came back to reclaim his title as he-who-must-not-be-named. Every single person who ever faced him died, but Harry didn't. He was the only one lucky enough to oppose him and still live to tell the tale of it. According to his favorite teacher who was also the headmaster of Hogwarts, once told him that he probably got some of Voldemort powers transferred to him when he almost got killed.
Harry touched his scar gently. Lately it had been hurting him a lot more then usual. Ever since the revival of Voldemort, Harry couldn't sleep a wink, for the fear of Voldemort might arise out in the middle of nowhere and killing his friends, his only friends and their families.
People in both the muggle world and the magical world were no longer safe. A long as Voldemort walked the earth, with his followers no one was considered safe. The only one who might beat him, the only who was ever capable of beating Voldemort was his headmaster Dumbledore, however he alone couldn't stand against Voldemort's army.
Then again not many people believed he was alive. They believed that he was still lurking in the shadows, trying to recover from the dramatic experience he went through after killing Harry's parents.
Harry could not take it anymore. Finally he decided to let himself adrift into a deep slumber which called out to him so peacefully.
Harry was at Hogwarts when he awoke from his deep slumber. He found himself in Professor Trelawney's class taking down notes about a lesson on dreaming. Harry sat down next to Ron. Across from his seat Hermoine sat chatting with a classmate named Neville Longbottom. He looked very disengaged about the topic Professor Trelawney was discussing about. In fact everyone looked so board, most of them wanted to sleep.
Just then out of nowhere appeared a raven-haired girl in class. She seemed breathless as she walked up to Professor Trelawney discussing important matters with her. All the girls seemed to not take notice of her while all the boys wondered who was the mysterious beauty who entered class.
As Harry observed her more carefully then usual, he noticed there was something strange about her appearance, her presence seemed to astonish him. She had an affable presence which drew people to her, but behind that there was something dangerous, more mysterious which left Harry curious in wanting to know more about her.
Finally what seemed after moments, Professor Trelawney pointed out a seat next to him. Harry felt his cheeks reddened as the raven hair beauty turned his direction. He realized that he had been caught staring at her endlessly when she first entered the classroom. Harry turned away, as she made her way to sit down next to him.
And then all of sudden before Harry could comprehend was what happening to him; he heard large crashing sounds. He saw Ron giving him a jealous look; Hermoine gave him a disgusted look. All of his fellow classmates, plus both of his friends moved away from him out in fear and something else. When Harry turned around expecting to see the raven-haired beauty's facial expression of him, he saw Voldemort's face instead.
Harry woke up from his nightmare, to a large crashing sound. He looked up at his window to see where the noise was coming from. As he strained his eyes to see what was taking place outside his window, he saw a huge white figure mixed with red trying to get through.
Harry panicked when he recognized who was trying to get into his room. It was Hedwig. She finally came back after the long time he waited for her arrival. Harry ran to the window to open it and let Hedwig inside his room, but instead of sighing in relief, and jumping for joy, his eyes widened in shock. There was blood all over the floor, all in his hands, and Hedwig laid on the floor unconscious.