I finished the fifth Harry Potter book for the second time, and I decided to write the sixth book.
NOTES: I do not own the official Sixth Harry Potter book that has not come out yet, and I don't own books 1-5. Yet. I do not own any of the teachers (yet), except the new DADA teacher.
I apologize if I make a few gramatical mistakes, definitely, probably in comma areas. So I'm sorry about that, I don't think that'll effect the story too much though.
And please, if you like it, review it. Or flame it, I dun care.
Chapter 1. Away to the New Burrow?
Beads of perspiration poured down the forehead of a boy with messy black hair and splattered his black glasses. With another grunt he yanked out a weed and threw it aside carelessly.
Harry Potter of Number 4, Privet Drive heard the shriek of his aunt calling him to the house for dinner. He picked up all his weeds he had pulled from the garden and tossed them in the garbage as he stepped into the house.
"Wash your hands!" Snapped his aunt in a shrill, angry voice. Aunt Petunia Dursley looked nothing like Harry. Luckily. She had a pointy, bird like nose, was extremely thin and tall, and a long neck perfect for looking over fences to spy on neighbors. She looked like a bird.
The water was already running, so he let his hands slid under the hot water and sighed with relief. Even with gloves, his wrists still managed to get a couple of bruises. He turned the faucet off and dried his hands, his uncle, Vernon Dursley, and Harry's cousin Dudley Dursley were already seated at the table.
As Harry approached the table, Vernon glared at him. Vernon Dursley was a large beefy man with a mustache and, unlike his wife, had very little neck. He looked like a big pig. Dudley Dursley was a miniature Vernon, well, he didn't have a mustache, and his neck was a bit longer, and he wasn't that much smaller, even though he was on a diet, he seemed to be making no progress. And 'Dudders' looked like a little pig. "Change into something less revolting." Vernon barked, eyeing the sweat stains of Harry's T-shirt. "And comb that rat nest."
He was used to the insults now, Harry was. He simply trudged upstairs, making sure to wipe his feet.. on Petunia's carpet. Sure, he'd pay for it later, but he mused the expression she would have as she was climbing the stairs to head off to the bedroom.
Harry opened the door of his bedroom, which happened to be the smallest of the house, but still larger then his old little cupboard. The cage on a desk near the window looking out to the front was empty. Hedwig, his snowy white owl, was sending a letter to Ron and the other Weasleys. The Weasleys, especially Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger were Harry's the best friends he made a Hogwarts, a magical school.
Harry Potter is a wizard at sixteen living in the Muggle world until summer is over. Harry is a particularly odd boy, not even including his magical blood.
He hates summers and loves school for one thing, any muggle sixteen year old boy on his street would already classify him as weird. He was parselmouth, the ability to talk to snakes, and he defeated the Dark Lord, Voldemort, not one, but five times. Once when he was a baby, another time when he was eleven, when he defeated the spirit of sixteen year old Tom Riddle when he was twelve, when he was fourteen he was face to face with Voldemort during Triwizard Tournament, and then, only a few months ago, did Harry lose his god father, Sirius Black, his only loving family, to a Death Eater, someone who followed Voldemort's commands, Bellatrix Lestrange, Sirius' cousin.
Pushing all thoughts aside, Harry pulled open his closet and looked at himself in the mirror.
He was taller, with each year passing he shot up a few inches. His black hair, of course, was as unruly as ever, his green eyes as bright as ever, and his scar as bold as ever.
The scar was on his forehead, shaped like a lightning bolt. That scar was what made Harry famous among the wizarding world. That scar was given to him by Voldemort, the most feared and possibly most powerful wizard of all, when he was a baby. Voldemort had killed Harry's parents, with the Avada Kedavra spell, the most deadly curse and an Unforgivable Curse, but could not kill a one year old baby but left him a cut instead.
Harry pulled off his sweaty shirt and pulled on a new one. He pondered on combing his hair but it wouldn't make any difference. A week's worth of gel wouldn't hold that hair down.
He walked down stairs and hurriedly began to eat his dinner which was stew and now stony cold, the others were ignoring him as if he weren't there.
At the train station, just a month ago, Professor Moody - who never got to be a professor, threatened Vernon, that if he mistreated Harry, Vernon would be in trouble.
Professor Moody was one of the many in a group called the Order of the Phoenix. This was a secret group of people - many were Aurors - who fought against Voldemort and things of his nature such as Death Eaters. Harry would rather spend his summer with the Order, but they said children couldn't be at the meetings, though he was no child, and that he was safer at the Dursley's home.
After dinner, he excused himself without permission, though it didn't matter.
Once Harry was in his room, he fell onto the bed sore and tired from a hard day's worth of yard work. His muscles were a little out of use still, for he hadn't played Quidditch for almost a year, thanks to a cruel and hated teacher, Professor Umbridge, part of the Ministry of Magic. Luckily though, at the end of the school year, Peeves had chased her out of the school, and she was never seen again.
Thinking of Umbridge, he looked at his hand, which still had some scars on it. During detentions, Umbridge would force him to write lines with a special quill that cut the words into his hand. Bits of 'I must not tell lies.' were still engraved on his hand.
Harry looked around the small room, pictures of his friends were smiling and waving back at him. A picture of Sirius lay on his table, winking at him cheerfully.
"Oh Sirius..." A tear rolled down Harry's cheek and he didn't bother brushing it away. A knot grew in his throat and his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. Another tear was blinked away, and then another and another. Soon, tears were rolling down the boy's cheeks. He put his face in his pillow to muffle the noises and sniffles.
Very often Harry had crying spells over Sirius. Sirius Black was Harry's father, James' best friend and Harry's god father. When Harry's parents died, Sirius couldn't take Harry in because he was sent to Azkaban, the wizard prison, the day after Harry's parents died.
Eleven years later, he escaped but still could not take care of Harry because he was thought to be the murderer of thirteen people, killing them with a single curse.
Though this was not true, but it was Peter Pettigrew, one of James and Sirius' old friends who killed those people and betrayed the Potters.
Soon after the students were let out of school, Sirius went back to his old home from when he was a teenager. This became Headquarters for the Order, about the only useful thing Sirius could do, as he wasn't allowed outside.
Near in the end of the year, Harry had a dream that Sirius was being tortured and would be killed by the Dark Lord. This wasn't true, but Voldemort somehow knew that occasionally Harry could feel Voldemort's emotions and thoughts. He had lured Harry into the Department of Mysteries to get a prophecy between him and Harry.
In the Department of Mysteries, Harry and his friends met up with Death Eaters, one including Lucius Malfoy. The group of friends narrowly escaped them and Voldemort, but Sirius fell behind a veil when Bellatrix fired a spell at him.
It's amazing, isn't it? How life works. One minute someone is there, springing lively in beauty, the next minute they are gone from the world, gone from life. How they can breath one minute and be empty the next. Life could be so unfair. When Harry thought nothing could get worse, he lost his only family. Sirius was a friend, a father, and a brother to Harry. If Harry hadn't gone and had to be heroic, nothing would have happened. If he had listened to Hermione, if he had practiced Occlumency more none of this would have happened. If.. if..
He fell asleep grieving and had a very funny dream that something heavy was on his chest. His arms were pinned to his side, he couldn't push whatever it was off, and it was getting heavier.
Harry's eyes flashed open and he nearly jumped as two large ones stared back at him. He sighed with relief when it was only Hedwig. She nibbled affectionately on Harry's finger as he untied the letter. It was from the Order, written by Moody.
HP -
Are those muggles treating you well?...
This was the first question he always asked.
Any signs of You-know-who? Soon, soon we might be able to get you back here, or at the Burrow. We wish you a 'Sweet Sixteen' birthday. I hope the presents arrive safely, and we know they're a little early and all. I hope they treat you good.
- MEM
HP stood for Harry Potter, MEM, as Harry knew, standed for Mad Eye Moody. We meant the Order, and they meant the Dursleys.
Harry pulled out his quill and some parchment and began to write.
MEM -
Yes, they are treating me fine. And no, no signs of him anywhere, but I don't know if he would be mad enough to try something anytime soon. Finally! I hate it here, as usual. Don't worry, they don't treat me any worse as usual. If I go with you guys, will I see my friends? Thanks for the birthday presents. Hope you have it easy.
- HP
Harry had been wanting to write that he didn't get the presents, but didn't want to sound spoiled or anything. He reread his note and thought that no one would be able to understand it to well if they did intercept it.
Harry looked at his owl, who was drinking out of her water bowl and decided not to give her the letter, but to let her rest for awhile.
He walked over to the window and looked out of it. Night had fallen and stars were now peeking out. The moon was full and he sighed, thinking of Professor Remus Lupin.
Remus was part of the Order and was a werewolf. He was the last of the Marauders. James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus had called themselves Marauders and Remus was the last remaining Marauder - Peter was unwrittenly kicked out.
Even though he was a werewolf, Remus was a teacher at Hogwarts in Harry's third year. Though, one night when he was forming into his werewolf form and almost attacked three of his pupils, the next day he resigned.
While Harry was thinking, he didn't notice the four owls coming straight for his window. He came into thought and backed up, letting the four zoom in. They dropped their packages on his bed, and three of the four owls flew out of the window again. The remaining owl was now bouncing around hyperly, and was about the size of a large baseball. Harry recognized this owl as Ron's owl Pig.
Hedwig, judging from her expression was quite disgruntled with the small owl, yet allowed him to rest in a small part of her cage.
Harry picked up the first package that had a card on it.
Dear Harry,
How is everything going at your home? At the Dursleys treating you good? MEM says we might be able to get you out of that house early! Did you get your grades from the O.W.Ls yet? I didn't. But we still have five more days till the end of July, and your birthday.
We didn't go anywhere for summer vacation. My parents wanted me home and I can't blame them. We had a lot of fun and went to some muggle beaches. It's real lovely at this one beach we were at. The sand was soft and gold, the waves were clear. Have you got all your homework done? I have. But it's a lot of relief not to have Potions or History of Magic work anymore, since we may or may not have it next year.
I hope you enjoy your presents,
Love,
Hermione.
Harry grinned. Same old Hermione and the grades thing. Though it was now three days before his birthday, so Hedwig must have had a slow journey back. He gingerly opened the package, half heartedly wondering if it was another homework planner. When he opened the package, he was actually startled to find that it wasn't a book. Well. It was. Sort of.
It was a diary, not like the one in his second year, but it was white and soft to hold. He opened it and there was a note in there. He read it.
It will be very hard for you to handle what has happened last year, but I have a diary of my own, and I find it helps me relieve anger and sort out my problems. I hope you'll like it.
Love,
Hermione.
Harry also found a few chocolate frogs, and put them aside on the table. He wrote Hermione a thank you immediately and set it aside for the time being.
He picked up the next present on the bed which had another card with it. Harry opened the package and found a wooden snitch with his name burned into it, and even wings that were detailed. There was a tin of chocolate fudge cookies, too.
He could tell immediately it was from Ron the minute he opened it, because he recognized the chicken scratch Ron called writing.
'Lo Harry -
I hope you like your present. Or you better. I made it. I'm telling you now so I won't forget to tell you in the end. I have a lot to tell you. And Ginny's present is included with mine.
First off, you probably already know that you might be coming home soon. Were not at the Burrow but at Headquarters. MEM and Lupin are still worried that we won't be as safe, but Fred and George are hanging around often, there will be three overage wizards and witch around most of the time.
Fred and George have started their own joke shop in Hogsmeade, much to Mum's disapproval. We've been there a few times, me and Gin. It's actually a pretty cool place, a lot like Zonkos. When we were there, there were a lot of customers. So far Gred and Forge are making a pretty good living off their products. George, Fred suspects, also might have a girlfriend. Oooh. Speaking of girls, Fleur and Bill have been hitting it off pretty well.
Dad got back to work and got a raise! He's still with the Artifacts thing and all though. What a boring job. Speaking of job, Percy is still hanging around the Ministry. I think Mum and Dad are going to disown him. He deserves it, that lousy git.
How is everything there at your place? I hope those muggles are treating you good. And I hope your feeling good Harry, really you need it.
- Your friend Ron.
Fred and George and Gin, who is Ginny, are Ron's brothers and sister. Last year Fred and George dropped out of school after leaving with a big bang. (No pun intended.) Arthur Weasley, Ron's dad, works in the Ministry of Magic in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Arthur is obsessed with muggles and muggle things. His house is full of muggle batteries and plugs!
Arthur also met the Dursleys will always remember him as the man who wrecked their living room in attempts at being friendly.
Harry replied to Ron's note almost the same as Hermione's and then grabbed Pig. As he was tying the two letters to the small owl's feet he said, "Make sure these get to Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley safely, all right?"
The owl hooted happily and the minute Harry let him go, he sped out the window. Harry turned to Hedwig, who was giving him a look of disgust.
"Oh, Hedwig. I need you for the longer journeys."
The next two packages had to be from the Order because they were large, and had no name except, stamped on the top, was OotP. Which, in no doubt, stood for Order of the Phoenix.
The first one had a delicious chocolate cake in it, or he hoped it would be. It was sent by Nymphadora Tonks, an Auror in the Order who prefers to go by her surname. There was a note next to the cake.
Hope you like my first ever cake!
- Tonks.
Harry grinned and put aside the cake for now, in case. The next present, no doubt, was from Moody. It was a brand new Sneaker. A Sneaker is kind of like a Sneakoscope, except it is a bit more advanced, and can warn you when trouble is coming. He'd remember to thank Moony later.
The next present was from Remus Lupin. More like it was a package of it's own. Inside, was a mirror. Quickly, Harry realized it was the other two way mirror. Sirius had given Harry a two way mirror, so if there ever had been trouble, Harry could talk to him. Yet now, Harry would never talk to him again. He turned it over and was about to smash it in anger, when he saw a note in Sirius' writing. (Notice: This next note comes from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I did not write it.)
This is a two-way mirror. I got the other. If you need to speak to me,
just say my name into it; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be able
to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate
detentions. (Finished.)
Harry read and reread the note. This was no doubt the same mirror he had smashed last year. He wondered how it got here. He remembered throwing it in his trunk. But then.. he never remembered seeing it again...
Harry grabbed a quill and parchment and scribbled like mad,
Dear Lupin,
Where did you get the mirror? Sirius had given it to me last year and I broke it when I put it in my trunk. There is no cracks or anything in the mirror either, how did this happen?
- Harry.
With that, was a book of Defense Against the Dark Arts, candy, and some owl treats for Hedwig.
Harry opened the can of treats and gave a couple to Hedwig. "These are from Lupin, remember him?"
Harry was now awfully tired, and would send Hedwig with the letter tomorrow. Harry changed and sat on his bed, taking his glasses off. The nightmares from last year had gone, completely. His scar never hurt anymore. As much as this was a good thing, it scared him a bit. What was going on with Voldemort? Deep down, Harry knew he wasn't dead.
Sirius was sitting in a corner, shaking like mad. His eyes were shut and he appeared to be sleeping.
"Sirius! Sirius!" Harry shouted but not a sound came out. He couldn't move at all, couldn't open his mouth. "Sirius." Yet, Sirius didn't see him, nor hear him. Suddenly, a dark figure shadowed over his sleeping god father.
Sirius' eyes flew open and he tried to back away, groping for his wand. Green sparks shot out of the shadow's wand.....
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!" Harry shouted and sat up from the nightmare. His sweat was cold and he was shaking a bit, then he froze. There was no sign of life or movement, no one heard him scream? Though.. perhaps he didn't. His mouth was shut.
He looked over to his bed table, the light was slowly peeking out. It was 6.30, no one would be up right now. Harry glanced over at the desk, Hedwig was gone and so was his letter.
He couldn't get back to sleep, so Harry took a quick shower and got changed. Deciding what to do, Harry pulled out him broom and sat on his bed with the broom polish. It was almost a year since he last rode it, and he hoped to ride it soon again. Umbridge not only almost got him expelled, gave him unfair detentions, but she even took away his Quidditch. Surely he would be able to fly again this year.
As he was cleaning his broom, he heard Vernon wake up and move about. Quickly, he hide his broom and pulled out The Quibbler, which Luna Lovegood, a Ravenclaw was only to happy to send him once every two weeks.
As he was reading, he continued to hear Vernon stomping around, being loud as usual. How the other two could sleep through any of that was beyond Harry's knowledge.
"Make breakfast." Mr. Dursley grunted from the other side of Harry's door. Harry let him trudge down the hall a bit, before putting the magazine away and went downstairs to cook.
He looked out the window as he was putting on the bacon. On a rock, next to the fence, Harry could barely make out a small, green garden snake. For a long time, he stared at the snake then heard Petunia coming, he lowered his head back down to the bacon, making sure it didn't burn.
When it was done, Harry set the bacon and eggs on the table. He sat down and took a portion and began to eat. It was a Sunday, and Mr. Dursley was looking at the newspaper.
"We, that doesn't mean YOU boy, are going to church. I want the kitchen spotless clean when we get back, and don't go near the fridge. Piers is coming over afterwards and I want you out of the boys sight. Clear?" Petunia glared at him. For once, just for once, Harry wanted to say 'No, it wasn't clear.'
Yet, he nodded like he listened and finished eating. The Dursleys in their finest clothes bustled out to the car. It was amazing, Harry thought, how Vernon and Dudley could both fit in it. Then again, it was a pretty big car.
Piers Polkiss and a few other boys were a part of Dudley's gang. Dudley was the leader of course, because he was the biggest, richest, and stupidest. Usually when Dudley and one of his friend's came over, they'd try to beat up Harry. That was last year, this year, Dudley wouldn't speak to Harry, whatsoever.
Not that was a bad thing, in any way shape or form. And it was quite fun, when one of the gang wanted to beat up Harry and Dudley wouldn't allow it. Still, Harry rather have had him lay off then it taking two dementers.
Dementers were the Azkaban guards. They weren't humans, but creatures in cloaks that sucked the happiness out of a person. The Dementers Kiss would suck the soul out of a person. Like a body, a living person, but no life really, no soul. When Sirius was on the run, if he was found, he would have been given the Kiss. And almost did get caught, but flew off on a hippogriff.
Harry began washing the counters and dishes lazily, church was about an hour long and it took them around ten minutes to get there, and then Mrs. Dursley would want a cup of tea with Mrs. Polkiss and all, so Harry had some time to himself.
He flicked on the radio and listened to some muggle music playing, he didn't know the name of the singer but it was male. After the song, the news came on, and Harry turned to listen to it, leaving a rag dripping at his side.
"Mr. and Mrs. Robert Vance were found dead in their house on Abington Road, this morning at 1.00. A neighbor commented on seeing a flash of green light in the window of the house. After one hour, the neighbor crept over to the Jones' house and found the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Vance lying on their mattress. Detectives cannot find a trace of evidence on who killed them, there was no attempt of strangling, no gunshot wounds or cuts. Detectives are still looking for clues now. Anyone who knows of anyone as a possible suspect please call..."
Vance.. where had he heard that before? He didn't know and pushed it aside when he heard the car pulling up the drive. Quickly, Harry turned off the radio and put the washing rags away.
He climbed up the stairs, taking his time with each step, listening to the wood groan and creak lightly.
"BOY! Get down here!" Vernon shouted once he hit the top step. Sighing, Harry wheeled around and went back down stairs into the kitchen.
"Dudley is over at Piers house instead." Vernon informed him.
Like I care?
"And I got THIS about YOU." Vernon waved a letter around Harry's head, but when Harry tried to grab it back, Mr. Dursley began to read it out loud.
Dear Mr. Vernon Dursley,
Something has come up and we are going to take your
nephew, Harry Potter back with up to the Order, which where he will
remain with his friends until the beginning of the school year. You better
have been taking good care of him and we expect to see him at the front
door in five minutes.
Thank you for your cooperation.
- OotP.
"Who are these - these people? They are one of your type, aren't they?" Vernon leered at him. "And what if I DON'T let you go with them?"
"Then you will have to answer to me." A cool voice rasped from the door way. Harry looked past Vernon who was wheeling around. There stood Mad-Eye Moody, with all his scars, and Tonks (Who now had black shoulder length hair and brown eyes and was wearing jeans and a T-shirt.)
"Come on Harry, let's go get your things." Tonks said and led the way to his room, leaving Mr. Dursley and Moody to talk. Mr. Dursley was opening is mouth to protest, but Moody stopped him by pulling out his wand.
"I don't know if you know, but Emmaline Vance, part of the Advance Guard that brought you to the Grimmauld place, was killed early with morning." Tonks said as they entered his room.
"Yeah, I heard it on the news." Harry nodded, watching Tonks pack up the stuff with her wand last year.
"We don't know if this has any real danger to do with the Order yet, but we want to make sure. Hermione Granger is already there and Ron.. well..." Tonks looked at Harry. "The Weasleys had spent most of their time at the Grimmauld place and the house really began to crumble and all. The Order, well the Order has let them move in." She waited for his reaction which was a grin.
"That's good." He said quietly. He knew she was thinking that he would be upset that they were sort of taking Sirius' home, but Harry knew he wouldn't mind, in fact, he'd be thrilled. "Is Professor Lupin there? I need to talk to him.
"Yeah, he's there. Everyone misses you and all Harry. I mean, it's horrible what happened. If you ever want to talk about it.." Tonks began but he cut her off.
"No, no. That's okay." He never wanted to talk about it, again. Ever.
"Well then, let's go." She said, putting a charm on the trunk and they walked down stairs to meet Moody.
When they got down stairs, Vernon Dursley was no where to be seen. However, Moody was sitting at the table casually, wand laying on the table, and his fake eye spinning slowly in a cup of water. When he saw the two, he popped the eye in and stood up, taking his wand.
"Were using a portkey this time. The office who watches over all portkeys and hunts for illegal ones is having a very large conference." Tonks informed Harry, pulling out a broken telephone.
"All right then." Moody began gruffly and everyone placed a finger or two on the telephone. "Three, two, one."
NOTES: I do not own the official Sixth Harry Potter book that has not come out yet, and I don't own books 1-5. Yet. I do not own any of the teachers (yet), except the new DADA teacher.
I apologize if I make a few gramatical mistakes, definitely, probably in comma areas. So I'm sorry about that, I don't think that'll effect the story too much though.
And please, if you like it, review it. Or flame it, I dun care.
Chapter 1. Away to the New Burrow?
Beads of perspiration poured down the forehead of a boy with messy black hair and splattered his black glasses. With another grunt he yanked out a weed and threw it aside carelessly.
Harry Potter of Number 4, Privet Drive heard the shriek of his aunt calling him to the house for dinner. He picked up all his weeds he had pulled from the garden and tossed them in the garbage as he stepped into the house.
"Wash your hands!" Snapped his aunt in a shrill, angry voice. Aunt Petunia Dursley looked nothing like Harry. Luckily. She had a pointy, bird like nose, was extremely thin and tall, and a long neck perfect for looking over fences to spy on neighbors. She looked like a bird.
The water was already running, so he let his hands slid under the hot water and sighed with relief. Even with gloves, his wrists still managed to get a couple of bruises. He turned the faucet off and dried his hands, his uncle, Vernon Dursley, and Harry's cousin Dudley Dursley were already seated at the table.
As Harry approached the table, Vernon glared at him. Vernon Dursley was a large beefy man with a mustache and, unlike his wife, had very little neck. He looked like a big pig. Dudley Dursley was a miniature Vernon, well, he didn't have a mustache, and his neck was a bit longer, and he wasn't that much smaller, even though he was on a diet, he seemed to be making no progress. And 'Dudders' looked like a little pig. "Change into something less revolting." Vernon barked, eyeing the sweat stains of Harry's T-shirt. "And comb that rat nest."
He was used to the insults now, Harry was. He simply trudged upstairs, making sure to wipe his feet.. on Petunia's carpet. Sure, he'd pay for it later, but he mused the expression she would have as she was climbing the stairs to head off to the bedroom.
Harry opened the door of his bedroom, which happened to be the smallest of the house, but still larger then his old little cupboard. The cage on a desk near the window looking out to the front was empty. Hedwig, his snowy white owl, was sending a letter to Ron and the other Weasleys. The Weasleys, especially Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger were Harry's the best friends he made a Hogwarts, a magical school.
Harry Potter is a wizard at sixteen living in the Muggle world until summer is over. Harry is a particularly odd boy, not even including his magical blood.
He hates summers and loves school for one thing, any muggle sixteen year old boy on his street would already classify him as weird. He was parselmouth, the ability to talk to snakes, and he defeated the Dark Lord, Voldemort, not one, but five times. Once when he was a baby, another time when he was eleven, when he defeated the spirit of sixteen year old Tom Riddle when he was twelve, when he was fourteen he was face to face with Voldemort during Triwizard Tournament, and then, only a few months ago, did Harry lose his god father, Sirius Black, his only loving family, to a Death Eater, someone who followed Voldemort's commands, Bellatrix Lestrange, Sirius' cousin.
Pushing all thoughts aside, Harry pulled open his closet and looked at himself in the mirror.
He was taller, with each year passing he shot up a few inches. His black hair, of course, was as unruly as ever, his green eyes as bright as ever, and his scar as bold as ever.
The scar was on his forehead, shaped like a lightning bolt. That scar was what made Harry famous among the wizarding world. That scar was given to him by Voldemort, the most feared and possibly most powerful wizard of all, when he was a baby. Voldemort had killed Harry's parents, with the Avada Kedavra spell, the most deadly curse and an Unforgivable Curse, but could not kill a one year old baby but left him a cut instead.
Harry pulled off his sweaty shirt and pulled on a new one. He pondered on combing his hair but it wouldn't make any difference. A week's worth of gel wouldn't hold that hair down.
He walked down stairs and hurriedly began to eat his dinner which was stew and now stony cold, the others were ignoring him as if he weren't there.
At the train station, just a month ago, Professor Moody - who never got to be a professor, threatened Vernon, that if he mistreated Harry, Vernon would be in trouble.
Professor Moody was one of the many in a group called the Order of the Phoenix. This was a secret group of people - many were Aurors - who fought against Voldemort and things of his nature such as Death Eaters. Harry would rather spend his summer with the Order, but they said children couldn't be at the meetings, though he was no child, and that he was safer at the Dursley's home.
After dinner, he excused himself without permission, though it didn't matter.
Once Harry was in his room, he fell onto the bed sore and tired from a hard day's worth of yard work. His muscles were a little out of use still, for he hadn't played Quidditch for almost a year, thanks to a cruel and hated teacher, Professor Umbridge, part of the Ministry of Magic. Luckily though, at the end of the school year, Peeves had chased her out of the school, and she was never seen again.
Thinking of Umbridge, he looked at his hand, which still had some scars on it. During detentions, Umbridge would force him to write lines with a special quill that cut the words into his hand. Bits of 'I must not tell lies.' were still engraved on his hand.
Harry looked around the small room, pictures of his friends were smiling and waving back at him. A picture of Sirius lay on his table, winking at him cheerfully.
"Oh Sirius..." A tear rolled down Harry's cheek and he didn't bother brushing it away. A knot grew in his throat and his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. Another tear was blinked away, and then another and another. Soon, tears were rolling down the boy's cheeks. He put his face in his pillow to muffle the noises and sniffles.
Very often Harry had crying spells over Sirius. Sirius Black was Harry's father, James' best friend and Harry's god father. When Harry's parents died, Sirius couldn't take Harry in because he was sent to Azkaban, the wizard prison, the day after Harry's parents died.
Eleven years later, he escaped but still could not take care of Harry because he was thought to be the murderer of thirteen people, killing them with a single curse.
Though this was not true, but it was Peter Pettigrew, one of James and Sirius' old friends who killed those people and betrayed the Potters.
Soon after the students were let out of school, Sirius went back to his old home from when he was a teenager. This became Headquarters for the Order, about the only useful thing Sirius could do, as he wasn't allowed outside.
Near in the end of the year, Harry had a dream that Sirius was being tortured and would be killed by the Dark Lord. This wasn't true, but Voldemort somehow knew that occasionally Harry could feel Voldemort's emotions and thoughts. He had lured Harry into the Department of Mysteries to get a prophecy between him and Harry.
In the Department of Mysteries, Harry and his friends met up with Death Eaters, one including Lucius Malfoy. The group of friends narrowly escaped them and Voldemort, but Sirius fell behind a veil when Bellatrix fired a spell at him.
It's amazing, isn't it? How life works. One minute someone is there, springing lively in beauty, the next minute they are gone from the world, gone from life. How they can breath one minute and be empty the next. Life could be so unfair. When Harry thought nothing could get worse, he lost his only family. Sirius was a friend, a father, and a brother to Harry. If Harry hadn't gone and had to be heroic, nothing would have happened. If he had listened to Hermione, if he had practiced Occlumency more none of this would have happened. If.. if..
He fell asleep grieving and had a very funny dream that something heavy was on his chest. His arms were pinned to his side, he couldn't push whatever it was off, and it was getting heavier.
Harry's eyes flashed open and he nearly jumped as two large ones stared back at him. He sighed with relief when it was only Hedwig. She nibbled affectionately on Harry's finger as he untied the letter. It was from the Order, written by Moody.
HP -
Are those muggles treating you well?...
This was the first question he always asked.
Any signs of You-know-who? Soon, soon we might be able to get you back here, or at the Burrow. We wish you a 'Sweet Sixteen' birthday. I hope the presents arrive safely, and we know they're a little early and all. I hope they treat you good.
- MEM
HP stood for Harry Potter, MEM, as Harry knew, standed for Mad Eye Moody. We meant the Order, and they meant the Dursleys.
Harry pulled out his quill and some parchment and began to write.
MEM -
Yes, they are treating me fine. And no, no signs of him anywhere, but I don't know if he would be mad enough to try something anytime soon. Finally! I hate it here, as usual. Don't worry, they don't treat me any worse as usual. If I go with you guys, will I see my friends? Thanks for the birthday presents. Hope you have it easy.
- HP
Harry had been wanting to write that he didn't get the presents, but didn't want to sound spoiled or anything. He reread his note and thought that no one would be able to understand it to well if they did intercept it.
Harry looked at his owl, who was drinking out of her water bowl and decided not to give her the letter, but to let her rest for awhile.
He walked over to the window and looked out of it. Night had fallen and stars were now peeking out. The moon was full and he sighed, thinking of Professor Remus Lupin.
Remus was part of the Order and was a werewolf. He was the last of the Marauders. James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus had called themselves Marauders and Remus was the last remaining Marauder - Peter was unwrittenly kicked out.
Even though he was a werewolf, Remus was a teacher at Hogwarts in Harry's third year. Though, one night when he was forming into his werewolf form and almost attacked three of his pupils, the next day he resigned.
While Harry was thinking, he didn't notice the four owls coming straight for his window. He came into thought and backed up, letting the four zoom in. They dropped their packages on his bed, and three of the four owls flew out of the window again. The remaining owl was now bouncing around hyperly, and was about the size of a large baseball. Harry recognized this owl as Ron's owl Pig.
Hedwig, judging from her expression was quite disgruntled with the small owl, yet allowed him to rest in a small part of her cage.
Harry picked up the first package that had a card on it.
Dear Harry,
How is everything going at your home? At the Dursleys treating you good? MEM says we might be able to get you out of that house early! Did you get your grades from the O.W.Ls yet? I didn't. But we still have five more days till the end of July, and your birthday.
We didn't go anywhere for summer vacation. My parents wanted me home and I can't blame them. We had a lot of fun and went to some muggle beaches. It's real lovely at this one beach we were at. The sand was soft and gold, the waves were clear. Have you got all your homework done? I have. But it's a lot of relief not to have Potions or History of Magic work anymore, since we may or may not have it next year.
I hope you enjoy your presents,
Love,
Hermione.
Harry grinned. Same old Hermione and the grades thing. Though it was now three days before his birthday, so Hedwig must have had a slow journey back. He gingerly opened the package, half heartedly wondering if it was another homework planner. When he opened the package, he was actually startled to find that it wasn't a book. Well. It was. Sort of.
It was a diary, not like the one in his second year, but it was white and soft to hold. He opened it and there was a note in there. He read it.
It will be very hard for you to handle what has happened last year, but I have a diary of my own, and I find it helps me relieve anger and sort out my problems. I hope you'll like it.
Love,
Hermione.
Harry also found a few chocolate frogs, and put them aside on the table. He wrote Hermione a thank you immediately and set it aside for the time being.
He picked up the next present on the bed which had another card with it. Harry opened the package and found a wooden snitch with his name burned into it, and even wings that were detailed. There was a tin of chocolate fudge cookies, too.
He could tell immediately it was from Ron the minute he opened it, because he recognized the chicken scratch Ron called writing.
'Lo Harry -
I hope you like your present. Or you better. I made it. I'm telling you now so I won't forget to tell you in the end. I have a lot to tell you. And Ginny's present is included with mine.
First off, you probably already know that you might be coming home soon. Were not at the Burrow but at Headquarters. MEM and Lupin are still worried that we won't be as safe, but Fred and George are hanging around often, there will be three overage wizards and witch around most of the time.
Fred and George have started their own joke shop in Hogsmeade, much to Mum's disapproval. We've been there a few times, me and Gin. It's actually a pretty cool place, a lot like Zonkos. When we were there, there were a lot of customers. So far Gred and Forge are making a pretty good living off their products. George, Fred suspects, also might have a girlfriend. Oooh. Speaking of girls, Fleur and Bill have been hitting it off pretty well.
Dad got back to work and got a raise! He's still with the Artifacts thing and all though. What a boring job. Speaking of job, Percy is still hanging around the Ministry. I think Mum and Dad are going to disown him. He deserves it, that lousy git.
How is everything there at your place? I hope those muggles are treating you good. And I hope your feeling good Harry, really you need it.
- Your friend Ron.
Fred and George and Gin, who is Ginny, are Ron's brothers and sister. Last year Fred and George dropped out of school after leaving with a big bang. (No pun intended.) Arthur Weasley, Ron's dad, works in the Ministry of Magic in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Arthur is obsessed with muggles and muggle things. His house is full of muggle batteries and plugs!
Arthur also met the Dursleys will always remember him as the man who wrecked their living room in attempts at being friendly.
Harry replied to Ron's note almost the same as Hermione's and then grabbed Pig. As he was tying the two letters to the small owl's feet he said, "Make sure these get to Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley safely, all right?"
The owl hooted happily and the minute Harry let him go, he sped out the window. Harry turned to Hedwig, who was giving him a look of disgust.
"Oh, Hedwig. I need you for the longer journeys."
The next two packages had to be from the Order because they were large, and had no name except, stamped on the top, was OotP. Which, in no doubt, stood for Order of the Phoenix.
The first one had a delicious chocolate cake in it, or he hoped it would be. It was sent by Nymphadora Tonks, an Auror in the Order who prefers to go by her surname. There was a note next to the cake.
Hope you like my first ever cake!
- Tonks.
Harry grinned and put aside the cake for now, in case. The next present, no doubt, was from Moody. It was a brand new Sneaker. A Sneaker is kind of like a Sneakoscope, except it is a bit more advanced, and can warn you when trouble is coming. He'd remember to thank Moony later.
The next present was from Remus Lupin. More like it was a package of it's own. Inside, was a mirror. Quickly, Harry realized it was the other two way mirror. Sirius had given Harry a two way mirror, so if there ever had been trouble, Harry could talk to him. Yet now, Harry would never talk to him again. He turned it over and was about to smash it in anger, when he saw a note in Sirius' writing. (Notice: This next note comes from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I did not write it.)
This is a two-way mirror. I got the other. If you need to speak to me,
just say my name into it; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be able
to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate
detentions. (Finished.)
Harry read and reread the note. This was no doubt the same mirror he had smashed last year. He wondered how it got here. He remembered throwing it in his trunk. But then.. he never remembered seeing it again...
Harry grabbed a quill and parchment and scribbled like mad,
Dear Lupin,
Where did you get the mirror? Sirius had given it to me last year and I broke it when I put it in my trunk. There is no cracks or anything in the mirror either, how did this happen?
- Harry.
With that, was a book of Defense Against the Dark Arts, candy, and some owl treats for Hedwig.
Harry opened the can of treats and gave a couple to Hedwig. "These are from Lupin, remember him?"
Harry was now awfully tired, and would send Hedwig with the letter tomorrow. Harry changed and sat on his bed, taking his glasses off. The nightmares from last year had gone, completely. His scar never hurt anymore. As much as this was a good thing, it scared him a bit. What was going on with Voldemort? Deep down, Harry knew he wasn't dead.
Sirius was sitting in a corner, shaking like mad. His eyes were shut and he appeared to be sleeping.
"Sirius! Sirius!" Harry shouted but not a sound came out. He couldn't move at all, couldn't open his mouth. "Sirius." Yet, Sirius didn't see him, nor hear him. Suddenly, a dark figure shadowed over his sleeping god father.
Sirius' eyes flew open and he tried to back away, groping for his wand. Green sparks shot out of the shadow's wand.....
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!" Harry shouted and sat up from the nightmare. His sweat was cold and he was shaking a bit, then he froze. There was no sign of life or movement, no one heard him scream? Though.. perhaps he didn't. His mouth was shut.
He looked over to his bed table, the light was slowly peeking out. It was 6.30, no one would be up right now. Harry glanced over at the desk, Hedwig was gone and so was his letter.
He couldn't get back to sleep, so Harry took a quick shower and got changed. Deciding what to do, Harry pulled out him broom and sat on his bed with the broom polish. It was almost a year since he last rode it, and he hoped to ride it soon again. Umbridge not only almost got him expelled, gave him unfair detentions, but she even took away his Quidditch. Surely he would be able to fly again this year.
As he was cleaning his broom, he heard Vernon wake up and move about. Quickly, he hide his broom and pulled out The Quibbler, which Luna Lovegood, a Ravenclaw was only to happy to send him once every two weeks.
As he was reading, he continued to hear Vernon stomping around, being loud as usual. How the other two could sleep through any of that was beyond Harry's knowledge.
"Make breakfast." Mr. Dursley grunted from the other side of Harry's door. Harry let him trudge down the hall a bit, before putting the magazine away and went downstairs to cook.
He looked out the window as he was putting on the bacon. On a rock, next to the fence, Harry could barely make out a small, green garden snake. For a long time, he stared at the snake then heard Petunia coming, he lowered his head back down to the bacon, making sure it didn't burn.
When it was done, Harry set the bacon and eggs on the table. He sat down and took a portion and began to eat. It was a Sunday, and Mr. Dursley was looking at the newspaper.
"We, that doesn't mean YOU boy, are going to church. I want the kitchen spotless clean when we get back, and don't go near the fridge. Piers is coming over afterwards and I want you out of the boys sight. Clear?" Petunia glared at him. For once, just for once, Harry wanted to say 'No, it wasn't clear.'
Yet, he nodded like he listened and finished eating. The Dursleys in their finest clothes bustled out to the car. It was amazing, Harry thought, how Vernon and Dudley could both fit in it. Then again, it was a pretty big car.
Piers Polkiss and a few other boys were a part of Dudley's gang. Dudley was the leader of course, because he was the biggest, richest, and stupidest. Usually when Dudley and one of his friend's came over, they'd try to beat up Harry. That was last year, this year, Dudley wouldn't speak to Harry, whatsoever.
Not that was a bad thing, in any way shape or form. And it was quite fun, when one of the gang wanted to beat up Harry and Dudley wouldn't allow it. Still, Harry rather have had him lay off then it taking two dementers.
Dementers were the Azkaban guards. They weren't humans, but creatures in cloaks that sucked the happiness out of a person. The Dementers Kiss would suck the soul out of a person. Like a body, a living person, but no life really, no soul. When Sirius was on the run, if he was found, he would have been given the Kiss. And almost did get caught, but flew off on a hippogriff.
Harry began washing the counters and dishes lazily, church was about an hour long and it took them around ten minutes to get there, and then Mrs. Dursley would want a cup of tea with Mrs. Polkiss and all, so Harry had some time to himself.
He flicked on the radio and listened to some muggle music playing, he didn't know the name of the singer but it was male. After the song, the news came on, and Harry turned to listen to it, leaving a rag dripping at his side.
"Mr. and Mrs. Robert Vance were found dead in their house on Abington Road, this morning at 1.00. A neighbor commented on seeing a flash of green light in the window of the house. After one hour, the neighbor crept over to the Jones' house and found the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Vance lying on their mattress. Detectives cannot find a trace of evidence on who killed them, there was no attempt of strangling, no gunshot wounds or cuts. Detectives are still looking for clues now. Anyone who knows of anyone as a possible suspect please call..."
Vance.. where had he heard that before? He didn't know and pushed it aside when he heard the car pulling up the drive. Quickly, Harry turned off the radio and put the washing rags away.
He climbed up the stairs, taking his time with each step, listening to the wood groan and creak lightly.
"BOY! Get down here!" Vernon shouted once he hit the top step. Sighing, Harry wheeled around and went back down stairs into the kitchen.
"Dudley is over at Piers house instead." Vernon informed him.
Like I care?
"And I got THIS about YOU." Vernon waved a letter around Harry's head, but when Harry tried to grab it back, Mr. Dursley began to read it out loud.
Dear Mr. Vernon Dursley,
Something has come up and we are going to take your
nephew, Harry Potter back with up to the Order, which where he will
remain with his friends until the beginning of the school year. You better
have been taking good care of him and we expect to see him at the front
door in five minutes.
Thank you for your cooperation.
- OotP.
"Who are these - these people? They are one of your type, aren't they?" Vernon leered at him. "And what if I DON'T let you go with them?"
"Then you will have to answer to me." A cool voice rasped from the door way. Harry looked past Vernon who was wheeling around. There stood Mad-Eye Moody, with all his scars, and Tonks (Who now had black shoulder length hair and brown eyes and was wearing jeans and a T-shirt.)
"Come on Harry, let's go get your things." Tonks said and led the way to his room, leaving Mr. Dursley and Moody to talk. Mr. Dursley was opening is mouth to protest, but Moody stopped him by pulling out his wand.
"I don't know if you know, but Emmaline Vance, part of the Advance Guard that brought you to the Grimmauld place, was killed early with morning." Tonks said as they entered his room.
"Yeah, I heard it on the news." Harry nodded, watching Tonks pack up the stuff with her wand last year.
"We don't know if this has any real danger to do with the Order yet, but we want to make sure. Hermione Granger is already there and Ron.. well..." Tonks looked at Harry. "The Weasleys had spent most of their time at the Grimmauld place and the house really began to crumble and all. The Order, well the Order has let them move in." She waited for his reaction which was a grin.
"That's good." He said quietly. He knew she was thinking that he would be upset that they were sort of taking Sirius' home, but Harry knew he wouldn't mind, in fact, he'd be thrilled. "Is Professor Lupin there? I need to talk to him.
"Yeah, he's there. Everyone misses you and all Harry. I mean, it's horrible what happened. If you ever want to talk about it.." Tonks began but he cut her off.
"No, no. That's okay." He never wanted to talk about it, again. Ever.
"Well then, let's go." She said, putting a charm on the trunk and they walked down stairs to meet Moody.
When they got down stairs, Vernon Dursley was no where to be seen. However, Moody was sitting at the table casually, wand laying on the table, and his fake eye spinning slowly in a cup of water. When he saw the two, he popped the eye in and stood up, taking his wand.
"Were using a portkey this time. The office who watches over all portkeys and hunts for illegal ones is having a very large conference." Tonks informed Harry, pulling out a broken telephone.
"All right then." Moody began gruffly and everyone placed a finger or two on the telephone. "Three, two, one."