(A/N) Ok, hi everybody! It's 'Mione Weasley again! I want to thank you all for reading my fic ahead of time. You will have to give me some slack if this fic isn't as good as you would expect, it's my first fic that has a "plot" (aka: isn't just fluff with no evil) Special thanks to Popcorngirl who inspired me to write a fic with a plot! You rock! J To everyone else please R & R!
WARNING: This fic contains major plot events that happened in book 5. If you have not read all 5 books and are planning to then be warned that this will give away major events. Thank you!
Disclaimer: If I do own Harry Potter I have no knowledge of it, so what does that tell you?
Rating: PG (Just to be safe)
Summary: Harry is back at Hogwarts for his 7th year, and things are getting weirder. Voldemort is after Harry (as usual) and Ron and Hermione are acting odd. Will Harry defeat Voldemort this year? R/H fluff and some H/G
Things Aren't Always What They Seem
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Chapter 1: Petunia's Secret
The summer sun was lazily drifting below the horizon, as Harry lay stretched out on his bed watching it. He had been having a pretty good day, as far as days go at Number Four Privet Drive, and was enjoying seeing the orange and pink sky slowly turn to gray. Number Four Privet Drive hadn't been the most boring place to spend his vacation this year. Due to the fact that Mad-Eye had lived up to his word and he, Tonks, Lupin, and everyone else in the Order had kept in perfectly wonderful contact with him the summer before his 6th year and he was sure they would do the same this year.
Ron and Hermione had also been writing several times a week and kept him updated on what was going on in the magical world he knew as his home. So far nothing had happened to worry about. The Death Eaters were still in jail and Azakaban had been put countless charms on to keep them locked up. Harry had had another encounter with Voldemort the year before, but as usual he had fled and now the whole wizarding world was lying in wait for his return.
Sometimes Harry still had horrible nightmares about Voldemort. He was constantly revisiting the Department of Mysteries and seeing Sirius fall behind the curtain. He had been trying harder than ever to practice Occlumency, now that Voldemort could use the connection against him, but he still didn't seem to be able it master it.
Harry sighed and rolled over to stare at Hedwig who was hooting softly in her cage. Suddenly she let out a sharp clicking noise and Harry heard twittering from behind him.
Pig, Ron's little and somewhat mad owl, was flying around his room with a letter attached to his leg. Harry jumped up and bgan to chase Pig around the room.
"Would you relax? I want to read your letter!" he hissed at Pig and yanked him down from the top of his dresser, where he had landed
He unfastened the letter from Pig's leg and left him to twitter madly around the room. Hr hastily slit it open and began to read.
Harry-
How are you doing, mate? I bet that house is driving you mad, eh? I am sending you this letter to tell you that Dumbledore says you can come on over here. So I guess you better ask the muggles, you know just for good measure, but your coming no matter what… Hermione is already over here and we can't wait to see you. Mum made this letter a portkey…so at exactly 8 o'clock tomorrow just get all your stuff and touch it. Send back a response with Pig so I know that your coming, even though I already know your coming…Umm..okay…see you tomorrow then!
-Ron
P.S. Hi, Harry, this is Hermione. Sorry that Ron is babbling on and on in this like an idiot. At least there is one sane person in this house.
P.P.S. It's Ron. Don't listen to her. Ginny told me she talks in her sleep. Something about purple bunny rabbits…See ya!
Harry laughed aloud. "Those two!" he thought, "They are just so ridiculously funny sometimes." Harry had gotten an idea that Ron and Hermione liked each other, but had never said anything about it. Neither of them had ever told him personally so he decided to just wait until they told each other or him. He hoped they would get it done with soon. It was enough to drive anyone mad.
Harry folded up the letter and placed it on his desk. He pulled out a quill and parchment and quickly wrote:
Ron-
That's great! I haven't asked my aunt yet, but I will like you said just for good measure. I don't care what she says though and I will be there tomorrow no matter what. I can't wait to see you and Hermione. See you tomorrow!
-Harry
P.S. Hermione, even in the wizarding world dreaming about purple bunny rabbits isn't a good sign…Bye!
He quickly tied it on to Pig's leg and let him fly out the window. He watched him just a for a bit and then walked down the stairs. He could hear Aunt Petunia setting up the plates for dinner. He decided he would tell them where he as going then.
Aunt Petunia was humming as she set out the plates and food, and Uncle Vernon was watching the news. Dudley was sitting down next to his father looking very bored with the television.
"Now, Dudley, be more enthusiastic!" Uncle Vernon said, "The news is a very important part of any society and needs to be paid attention to."
"But Dad, I don't want to watch the news. It's boring and none of it concerns me so why should I care."
Vernon rolled his eyes and noticed Harry standing in the corner. "What do you want, boy?"
"Nothing," Harry said and moving over to the dining table, "just coming down to eat my dinner."
Uncle Vernon's eyes became two slits and his face turned purple, but Harry was not the least intimidated. He knew that his uncle would not so much as speak rudely to him now that Mad-Eye could easily pop in for a visit.
"Right," he said and turned back to the news.
"Supper's ready, boys," Aunt Petunia said and sat herself down at the table.
When everyone had sat down and already begun to eat, Harry waited for a break in conversation. He knew that the Dursleys would not deprive him of going to the Weasley's house tomorrow, but still had to tell them.
"Umm…" Harry said when the conversation about Mr. Dursley's work had died down. They didn't even look up from their plates when Harry spoke. "I am going to my friend Ron's house tomorrow at 8 o' clock in the morning, so don't be expecting me to be here."
The Dursley's all looked at him. He could feel their stares piercing him like a knife.
"Oh, you are, are you?" Uncle Vernon said, trying to sound menacing.
"Yes, I am, unless you want some of my friends to come over and convince you."
Mr. Dursley looked rather frightened and didn't say anything else. Aunt Petunia's eyes grew huge and her lips were a thin line.
"Are you going to sit there and let that boy talk to you like that, Vernon?" she hissed.
"Petunia, do you want that man with the weird eyes or that pink haired girl in our house?" he asked.
"No, but that is not the issue here. The issue is that this boy thinks he can have whatever he wants just because he has some sort of nutcase army out to protect him! I won't stand for this! We are not going to be pushed around by some almost 17 year old wizard boy that isn't even aloud to do magic because he is under age!"
"Petunia! The neighbors!"
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE NEIGHBORS! HARRY CAN NOT JUST SIT HERE AND ACT AS IF HE CAN DO ANYTHING HE WANTS JUST BECAUSE HE HAS THAT STUPID SCAR AND A STUPID LITTLE GROUP OF PEOPLE TO BACK HIM UP!
Harry was absolutely dumbfounded. His aunt was screaming at the top of her voice that he was a wizard? It just wasn't normal.
"Petunia, calm down!" Uncle Vernon whispered.
"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! MY SISTER AND THAT RUDDY HUSBAND OF HERS DIE AND WE ARE LEFT WITH THIS BOY AND NOW HE IS CONTROLLING OUR LIVES IT ISN'T FAIR, VERNON! THAT WACKO WIZARD DUMBLEDORE JUST LEAVES HIM HERE WITH THE ONLY EXPLANATION THAT HE HAS TO BE HERE OR HE WILL DIE! I SAY JUST LET HIM DIE FOR PETE'S SAKE!" She stood up and pummeled her fist into her hand. Then suddenly the most bizarre thing happened. Every dish on the table flew high into the air and stayed there. Everyone stared perplexed at the ceiling. Then it all came falling down and landed with a crash on the table breaking and spewing clam chowder over all of them.
The room was silent. Then slowly they Uncle Vernon turned to face Harry.
"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR, BOY?" he roared.
"I didn't do anything!" Harry shouted. It was the truth too; Harry hadn't done anything. He could only produce magic without a wand when he was angry, and he hadn't been angry just astounded.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING?" he shouted.
"What part of 'I didn't do anything' do you not understand? It wasn't me!"
"HOW COULD IT HAVE NOT BEEN YOU? YOU'RE THE ONLY YOU-KNOW-WHAT IN THIS HOUSE!"
"It wasn't him, Vernon."
Harry and Mr. Dursley turned to look at Aunt Petunia. Harry was shocked. Was she trying to say that…
"It had to be!" Uncle Vernon said, staring at his wife.
"No, it wasn't…It was…it was…" she looked down at the chowder covered table, "It was me."
Once again the room went silent. Uncle Vernon had turned as pale as sheet rock and Dudley looked downright scared.
"But, but you couldn't you're not-"
"I am. I realized it last Thursday when I dropped those eggs and then they repaired themselves." Aunt Petunia looked near tears.
Harry was so shocked that he was finding it hard to breathe. Aunt Petunia was a witch? Harry pinched himself hard on the arm and was winced. This couldn't be happening.
"But, but, Petunia…you can't you just can't!" Uncle Vernon protested his face growing paler than ever.
Harry stood up and headed to the foot of the stairs. He did not want to hang around for the big argument. He knew that soon enough Uncle Vernon would come out of his shocked state and start yelling at him for spreading some disease. Aunt Petunia would start crying and Dudley would probably beat up Harry to let out his pain and frustration.
When he had closed the door to his bedroom he sat on his bed and stared still shocked at the scene that had met his eyes downstairs. He was still hoping that Aunt Petunia would suddenly start laughing and say loudly, "Oh, just kidding! It was probably that wretched boy!" In fact Harry was rather confused that had told the truth and stood up for Harry. It was obvious that she didn't like the idea of being a witch, but why did she admit to it? She could have easily said it was Harry and gone on with her life.
Harry sighed and shook his head to clear it. He decided that he would pack up his things for going to Ron's tomorrow. Maybe then he would wake up and realize that it had all been a dream.
But after an hour of packing his trunk with everything he would need for school and Ron's house, the incident was still fresh in his mind. Maybe it was because he was still in shock, but more than likely because Uncle Vernon had now started to shout about Harry downstairs. Luckily nobody wanted to talk to Harry about it and as far as he was concerned they could blame him all they wanted.
Harry undressed and threw himself on his un-made bed. He would sleep well tonight he knew because it had been a most unusual day.
As he drifted off into sleep he couldn't help but smile to himself. He couldn't wait to see the looks on Ron and Hermione's faces when he told them that his aunt was a witch.
A/N: Hehehe! I always thought it would be funny if she was a witch. Ok now ur part comes in. See that button at the bottom of the screen? Push it and review or I will now continue! Mua-hahaha!
WARNING: This fic contains major plot events that happened in book 5. If you have not read all 5 books and are planning to then be warned that this will give away major events. Thank you!
Disclaimer: If I do own Harry Potter I have no knowledge of it, so what does that tell you?
Rating: PG (Just to be safe)
Summary: Harry is back at Hogwarts for his 7th year, and things are getting weirder. Voldemort is after Harry (as usual) and Ron and Hermione are acting odd. Will Harry defeat Voldemort this year? R/H fluff and some H/G
Things Aren't Always What They Seem
*******************
Chapter 1: Petunia's Secret
The summer sun was lazily drifting below the horizon, as Harry lay stretched out on his bed watching it. He had been having a pretty good day, as far as days go at Number Four Privet Drive, and was enjoying seeing the orange and pink sky slowly turn to gray. Number Four Privet Drive hadn't been the most boring place to spend his vacation this year. Due to the fact that Mad-Eye had lived up to his word and he, Tonks, Lupin, and everyone else in the Order had kept in perfectly wonderful contact with him the summer before his 6th year and he was sure they would do the same this year.
Ron and Hermione had also been writing several times a week and kept him updated on what was going on in the magical world he knew as his home. So far nothing had happened to worry about. The Death Eaters were still in jail and Azakaban had been put countless charms on to keep them locked up. Harry had had another encounter with Voldemort the year before, but as usual he had fled and now the whole wizarding world was lying in wait for his return.
Sometimes Harry still had horrible nightmares about Voldemort. He was constantly revisiting the Department of Mysteries and seeing Sirius fall behind the curtain. He had been trying harder than ever to practice Occlumency, now that Voldemort could use the connection against him, but he still didn't seem to be able it master it.
Harry sighed and rolled over to stare at Hedwig who was hooting softly in her cage. Suddenly she let out a sharp clicking noise and Harry heard twittering from behind him.
Pig, Ron's little and somewhat mad owl, was flying around his room with a letter attached to his leg. Harry jumped up and bgan to chase Pig around the room.
"Would you relax? I want to read your letter!" he hissed at Pig and yanked him down from the top of his dresser, where he had landed
He unfastened the letter from Pig's leg and left him to twitter madly around the room. Hr hastily slit it open and began to read.
Harry-
How are you doing, mate? I bet that house is driving you mad, eh? I am sending you this letter to tell you that Dumbledore says you can come on over here. So I guess you better ask the muggles, you know just for good measure, but your coming no matter what… Hermione is already over here and we can't wait to see you. Mum made this letter a portkey…so at exactly 8 o'clock tomorrow just get all your stuff and touch it. Send back a response with Pig so I know that your coming, even though I already know your coming…Umm..okay…see you tomorrow then!
-Ron
P.S. Hi, Harry, this is Hermione. Sorry that Ron is babbling on and on in this like an idiot. At least there is one sane person in this house.
P.P.S. It's Ron. Don't listen to her. Ginny told me she talks in her sleep. Something about purple bunny rabbits…See ya!
Harry laughed aloud. "Those two!" he thought, "They are just so ridiculously funny sometimes." Harry had gotten an idea that Ron and Hermione liked each other, but had never said anything about it. Neither of them had ever told him personally so he decided to just wait until they told each other or him. He hoped they would get it done with soon. It was enough to drive anyone mad.
Harry folded up the letter and placed it on his desk. He pulled out a quill and parchment and quickly wrote:
Ron-
That's great! I haven't asked my aunt yet, but I will like you said just for good measure. I don't care what she says though and I will be there tomorrow no matter what. I can't wait to see you and Hermione. See you tomorrow!
-Harry
P.S. Hermione, even in the wizarding world dreaming about purple bunny rabbits isn't a good sign…Bye!
He quickly tied it on to Pig's leg and let him fly out the window. He watched him just a for a bit and then walked down the stairs. He could hear Aunt Petunia setting up the plates for dinner. He decided he would tell them where he as going then.
Aunt Petunia was humming as she set out the plates and food, and Uncle Vernon was watching the news. Dudley was sitting down next to his father looking very bored with the television.
"Now, Dudley, be more enthusiastic!" Uncle Vernon said, "The news is a very important part of any society and needs to be paid attention to."
"But Dad, I don't want to watch the news. It's boring and none of it concerns me so why should I care."
Vernon rolled his eyes and noticed Harry standing in the corner. "What do you want, boy?"
"Nothing," Harry said and moving over to the dining table, "just coming down to eat my dinner."
Uncle Vernon's eyes became two slits and his face turned purple, but Harry was not the least intimidated. He knew that his uncle would not so much as speak rudely to him now that Mad-Eye could easily pop in for a visit.
"Right," he said and turned back to the news.
"Supper's ready, boys," Aunt Petunia said and sat herself down at the table.
When everyone had sat down and already begun to eat, Harry waited for a break in conversation. He knew that the Dursleys would not deprive him of going to the Weasley's house tomorrow, but still had to tell them.
"Umm…" Harry said when the conversation about Mr. Dursley's work had died down. They didn't even look up from their plates when Harry spoke. "I am going to my friend Ron's house tomorrow at 8 o' clock in the morning, so don't be expecting me to be here."
The Dursley's all looked at him. He could feel their stares piercing him like a knife.
"Oh, you are, are you?" Uncle Vernon said, trying to sound menacing.
"Yes, I am, unless you want some of my friends to come over and convince you."
Mr. Dursley looked rather frightened and didn't say anything else. Aunt Petunia's eyes grew huge and her lips were a thin line.
"Are you going to sit there and let that boy talk to you like that, Vernon?" she hissed.
"Petunia, do you want that man with the weird eyes or that pink haired girl in our house?" he asked.
"No, but that is not the issue here. The issue is that this boy thinks he can have whatever he wants just because he has some sort of nutcase army out to protect him! I won't stand for this! We are not going to be pushed around by some almost 17 year old wizard boy that isn't even aloud to do magic because he is under age!"
"Petunia! The neighbors!"
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE NEIGHBORS! HARRY CAN NOT JUST SIT HERE AND ACT AS IF HE CAN DO ANYTHING HE WANTS JUST BECAUSE HE HAS THAT STUPID SCAR AND A STUPID LITTLE GROUP OF PEOPLE TO BACK HIM UP!
Harry was absolutely dumbfounded. His aunt was screaming at the top of her voice that he was a wizard? It just wasn't normal.
"Petunia, calm down!" Uncle Vernon whispered.
"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! MY SISTER AND THAT RUDDY HUSBAND OF HERS DIE AND WE ARE LEFT WITH THIS BOY AND NOW HE IS CONTROLLING OUR LIVES IT ISN'T FAIR, VERNON! THAT WACKO WIZARD DUMBLEDORE JUST LEAVES HIM HERE WITH THE ONLY EXPLANATION THAT HE HAS TO BE HERE OR HE WILL DIE! I SAY JUST LET HIM DIE FOR PETE'S SAKE!" She stood up and pummeled her fist into her hand. Then suddenly the most bizarre thing happened. Every dish on the table flew high into the air and stayed there. Everyone stared perplexed at the ceiling. Then it all came falling down and landed with a crash on the table breaking and spewing clam chowder over all of them.
The room was silent. Then slowly they Uncle Vernon turned to face Harry.
"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR, BOY?" he roared.
"I didn't do anything!" Harry shouted. It was the truth too; Harry hadn't done anything. He could only produce magic without a wand when he was angry, and he hadn't been angry just astounded.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING?" he shouted.
"What part of 'I didn't do anything' do you not understand? It wasn't me!"
"HOW COULD IT HAVE NOT BEEN YOU? YOU'RE THE ONLY YOU-KNOW-WHAT IN THIS HOUSE!"
"It wasn't him, Vernon."
Harry and Mr. Dursley turned to look at Aunt Petunia. Harry was shocked. Was she trying to say that…
"It had to be!" Uncle Vernon said, staring at his wife.
"No, it wasn't…It was…it was…" she looked down at the chowder covered table, "It was me."
Once again the room went silent. Uncle Vernon had turned as pale as sheet rock and Dudley looked downright scared.
"But, but you couldn't you're not-"
"I am. I realized it last Thursday when I dropped those eggs and then they repaired themselves." Aunt Petunia looked near tears.
Harry was so shocked that he was finding it hard to breathe. Aunt Petunia was a witch? Harry pinched himself hard on the arm and was winced. This couldn't be happening.
"But, but, Petunia…you can't you just can't!" Uncle Vernon protested his face growing paler than ever.
Harry stood up and headed to the foot of the stairs. He did not want to hang around for the big argument. He knew that soon enough Uncle Vernon would come out of his shocked state and start yelling at him for spreading some disease. Aunt Petunia would start crying and Dudley would probably beat up Harry to let out his pain and frustration.
When he had closed the door to his bedroom he sat on his bed and stared still shocked at the scene that had met his eyes downstairs. He was still hoping that Aunt Petunia would suddenly start laughing and say loudly, "Oh, just kidding! It was probably that wretched boy!" In fact Harry was rather confused that had told the truth and stood up for Harry. It was obvious that she didn't like the idea of being a witch, but why did she admit to it? She could have easily said it was Harry and gone on with her life.
Harry sighed and shook his head to clear it. He decided that he would pack up his things for going to Ron's tomorrow. Maybe then he would wake up and realize that it had all been a dream.
But after an hour of packing his trunk with everything he would need for school and Ron's house, the incident was still fresh in his mind. Maybe it was because he was still in shock, but more than likely because Uncle Vernon had now started to shout about Harry downstairs. Luckily nobody wanted to talk to Harry about it and as far as he was concerned they could blame him all they wanted.
Harry undressed and threw himself on his un-made bed. He would sleep well tonight he knew because it had been a most unusual day.
As he drifted off into sleep he couldn't help but smile to himself. He couldn't wait to see the looks on Ron and Hermione's faces when he told them that his aunt was a witch.
A/N: Hehehe! I always thought it would be funny if she was a witch. Ok now ur part comes in. See that button at the bottom of the screen? Push it and review or I will now continue! Mua-hahaha!