Summary: After Sirius death, some special events will happen for Harry.and
he will have to cancel out a great danger for the magical world.will he be
able to do this?
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own none of the characters; they are property of JK Rowling
Harry Potter and the Shield of the Magical Power
Chapter One
"A New House"
It was an hot summer evening at the number 4 of Privet Drive, and a boy with green eyes and black hairs, always messy, was lying down on his bed, staring the ceiling with an absent look; he was Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.
Harry was still shocked for his loved godfather's death, a death that he didn't want to accept, and he felt responsible for it: if only he had learned well Occlumency. In these first days of holidays, he remained always locked in his room, receiving food through the slot in the door; his relatives were so scared that Voldemort could put them in danger, too, trying to kill him.but Harry wasn't disturbed for this.he was used to their maltreatments.
After having passed another time the evening remembering the events in the Department of Mysteries, Harry fell asleep.but this surely wasn't a refreshing and peaceful sleep. The next morning, when he woke up, he found Hedwig on his shoulder, with a letter.
"Who can have written to me? I wasn't expecting answers or letters from anyone." he thought, and, after having taken his glasses, looking the parchment, he recognized the Hermione's writing; he was curious, and opened the letter, starting to read it:
"Dear Harry, Dumbledore had just told me that Sirius had chosen my parents as your next tutors, so tomorrow in evening we will be there to bring you away!! You won't have to live again with the Dursleys!! I can't see the moment to hug you again!!
Love, Hermione"
Harry was rereading the letter for the tenth time, when another owl arrived in his room, with another letter, this time from Dumbledore, confirming the Hermione's one; for the first time after that cursed night in the Department of Mysteries, he was happy again.never more with the Dursleys.he would have lived in his best friend's house.and, actually, he had started to have new feelings about her, from a short time.
That momentary happiness, however, vanished just after he understood that it was happening because the Sirius's will had been opened, and it was possible only if his godfather was really dead."So, it is true" he thought, "he is definitely dead.I won't see him anymore." and he started to cry again, for the hundredth time, remembering Sirius.
That day passed as the others, with Harry alone in his room, undecided if being happy for going to live with Hermione, or being sad for the sure death of Sirius; trying to distract himself a little, he started to do his homework for the holidays, but no subject could interest or occupy him, if he wasn't able to avoid to think alternatingly about Hermione or Sirius...
He was confused, he didn't know if he desired more to live with his best friend, who he was starting to believe to be fallen in love with, or to have back Sirius. Finally, he decided that it would have been better for him to have back Sirius, from the moment that he didn't know if Hermione was in love with him, and living with her, loving her and not being returned would have only made worse his life.
Hermione, however, was extremely excited at the idea of sharing her house with Harry; he was his best friend, he needed help.surely, it would have been better for him to leave forever the Dursleys.and there was more.from some time she often founded herself daydreaming him. "It was only because he is my best friend and I wondered how to help him", she tried to convince herself, but then she thought, shaking her head, "No, you have to admit it, it is obvious that there is something more.I feel something deeper for him.I wonder if it is the same for him." Then she looked herself in a mirror, and smiling thought: "Well...we will see.I'm not so ugly and he admitted it last year." and went downstairs to plan a welcome party for him.
In the meanwhile, Harry decided to write to Ron, telling him the news, but he hadn't the time to take the quill, that Pig, Ron's owl, entered from the window, starting to fly in the room, with a letter for him:
"Harry, I read the news from Hermione.it is wonderful!!! You won't have to live with that awful Muggles anymore!! Ron"
Harry smiled, a little bitterly, and decided to try to sleep.
The next evening, just after dinner, at the number 4 of Privet Drive there was a knocking the door; "Who would be?" Uncle Vernon shouted, opening the door; "Good evening, Dursley" Moody growled; then he added: "We are here to take away Harry; you won't see him again, so you will be happy.and, especially, he will be happy.Dumbledore had found him a new house."
Obviously, the Dursleys didn't stop them, so after some minutes, Harry was again in flight as the year before, again surrounded by the escort, but this time toward the Hermione's house.
After about two hours, they landed in front of the door of a villa with a well kept garden, and Moody rang the doorbell; Hermione, very excited, ran to open the door, and threw herself on him, almost suffocating him, with her face crossed by some happiness tears; then she told him:
"Welcome to your new house, Harry!!"
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own none of the characters; they are property of JK Rowling
Harry Potter and the Shield of the Magical Power
Chapter One
"A New House"
It was an hot summer evening at the number 4 of Privet Drive, and a boy with green eyes and black hairs, always messy, was lying down on his bed, staring the ceiling with an absent look; he was Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.
Harry was still shocked for his loved godfather's death, a death that he didn't want to accept, and he felt responsible for it: if only he had learned well Occlumency. In these first days of holidays, he remained always locked in his room, receiving food through the slot in the door; his relatives were so scared that Voldemort could put them in danger, too, trying to kill him.but Harry wasn't disturbed for this.he was used to their maltreatments.
After having passed another time the evening remembering the events in the Department of Mysteries, Harry fell asleep.but this surely wasn't a refreshing and peaceful sleep. The next morning, when he woke up, he found Hedwig on his shoulder, with a letter.
"Who can have written to me? I wasn't expecting answers or letters from anyone." he thought, and, after having taken his glasses, looking the parchment, he recognized the Hermione's writing; he was curious, and opened the letter, starting to read it:
"Dear Harry, Dumbledore had just told me that Sirius had chosen my parents as your next tutors, so tomorrow in evening we will be there to bring you away!! You won't have to live again with the Dursleys!! I can't see the moment to hug you again!!
Love, Hermione"
Harry was rereading the letter for the tenth time, when another owl arrived in his room, with another letter, this time from Dumbledore, confirming the Hermione's one; for the first time after that cursed night in the Department of Mysteries, he was happy again.never more with the Dursleys.he would have lived in his best friend's house.and, actually, he had started to have new feelings about her, from a short time.
That momentary happiness, however, vanished just after he understood that it was happening because the Sirius's will had been opened, and it was possible only if his godfather was really dead."So, it is true" he thought, "he is definitely dead.I won't see him anymore." and he started to cry again, for the hundredth time, remembering Sirius.
That day passed as the others, with Harry alone in his room, undecided if being happy for going to live with Hermione, or being sad for the sure death of Sirius; trying to distract himself a little, he started to do his homework for the holidays, but no subject could interest or occupy him, if he wasn't able to avoid to think alternatingly about Hermione or Sirius...
He was confused, he didn't know if he desired more to live with his best friend, who he was starting to believe to be fallen in love with, or to have back Sirius. Finally, he decided that it would have been better for him to have back Sirius, from the moment that he didn't know if Hermione was in love with him, and living with her, loving her and not being returned would have only made worse his life.
Hermione, however, was extremely excited at the idea of sharing her house with Harry; he was his best friend, he needed help.surely, it would have been better for him to leave forever the Dursleys.and there was more.from some time she often founded herself daydreaming him. "It was only because he is my best friend and I wondered how to help him", she tried to convince herself, but then she thought, shaking her head, "No, you have to admit it, it is obvious that there is something more.I feel something deeper for him.I wonder if it is the same for him." Then she looked herself in a mirror, and smiling thought: "Well...we will see.I'm not so ugly and he admitted it last year." and went downstairs to plan a welcome party for him.
In the meanwhile, Harry decided to write to Ron, telling him the news, but he hadn't the time to take the quill, that Pig, Ron's owl, entered from the window, starting to fly in the room, with a letter for him:
"Harry, I read the news from Hermione.it is wonderful!!! You won't have to live with that awful Muggles anymore!! Ron"
Harry smiled, a little bitterly, and decided to try to sleep.
The next evening, just after dinner, at the number 4 of Privet Drive there was a knocking the door; "Who would be?" Uncle Vernon shouted, opening the door; "Good evening, Dursley" Moody growled; then he added: "We are here to take away Harry; you won't see him again, so you will be happy.and, especially, he will be happy.Dumbledore had found him a new house."
Obviously, the Dursleys didn't stop them, so after some minutes, Harry was again in flight as the year before, again surrounded by the escort, but this time toward the Hermione's house.
After about two hours, they landed in front of the door of a villa with a well kept garden, and Moody rang the doorbell; Hermione, very excited, ran to open the door, and threw herself on him, almost suffocating him, with her face crossed by some happiness tears; then she told him:
"Welcome to your new house, Harry!!"