Author's Note
Well, this is my first fan-fic (as you can tell from the last chapter) so I am not going to beg you to be nice, I just ask for constructive criticism. I will hopefully be using the idea of Pure Arts from The Velvet Ghost's story, and I am asking permission. I will gladly make proposed changes to the story if I agree with them; so do not be afraid to give your opinion. Enough of my warbling, on with the show!
Letters: OB - Owl Back, Big D - Dumbledore, M's - Muggles. They have got to be careful with communication.
Delibes - Deleeb
Disclaimer: Nothing is my own, except my own characters and plot.
^*Harry Potter and the Eye of Perelia*^
Chapter 2 ~ A Famously Brilliant Birthday
16-year-old Harry Potter sat on his bed in his cramped room, shuffling through some letters with a bemused expression on his face.
Dear Harry
Happy Birthday, Mate! Look, don't judge me for this, but your present is...yes...a book, but you will love it! Not saying anymore. Big D said you could come to ours on Tuesday, so only 4 days to wait. I hope the M's are treating you right, Mum's having kittens about you. What's this, the millionth litter.must be a record! Harry, I don't want to sound fussy, but we're all a bit worried about you, but Mum said that you will be OK, and we're all here for you. Remember that. Don't do anything.well, you know what I mean. Hermione's here for the summer, and I can't believe she is already studying for newts. She is absolutely impossible. At least she isn't trying to get me to study with her. Remember, results are due on Sunday. Got to go, the ghoul's playing up again.
OB
Ron
~
Dear Harry Happy Birthday! I'm staying Ron's at the moment and it's very interesting, more than usual I mean. The twins are.well, the twins, and it doesn't help that they're ego's have risen to all new heights since the shop started. I hear you're coming to stay in a few days, so you will have to bring your new books; they are so interesting it's unbelievable. Did you know that. oh wait, I can't write that, never mind.but just bring your books and I'll show you. Results are coming soon; I hope I've done well. Ron is a bit sulky because of his predicted results and Mrs Weasley is fretting over his future. Ron just won't look ahead; he's being so childish. Have you thought about the classes you want to take this year? I can't wait to get started.
Enjoy you're present, and we are all here for you, no matter what. Snuffles was -
Harry blinked a few times before carrying on.
Snuffles was happy, he loved you and, well, he was proud of you. Don't you dare blame yourself for what happened. Remember that. Take care of yourself. Hermione
Harry still had two letters to open, one from Hagrid and another from the Burrow. He was dreading what they would say. 'Take care, don't blame yourself, we love you,' It was infuriating to think that no-one trusted him to know what was right and wrong, not to hurt or blame himself. The truth was, Harry didn't know whom to blame. Dumbledore had asked Harry to blame him, Hagrid had said it was no-one's fault, Hermione and Ron were thinking he blamed himself, when Harry just pitied himself for his stupidity. Thinking back over the last year, Harry had come to the conclusion that no one was to blame. It was a result of many little incidents and misunderstandings that led to Sirius's death. Though it still hurt Harry to think of this, he understood it and accepted it.
The present from Ron and Hermione were actually quite reasonable. Ron had gotten him a book on Aurors and Hermione, a book on NEWTS. Harry had flicked through it and it actually looked like a good read. After some time, Harry had finally opened the last two letters. Hagrid and Mrs Weasley had both said the same; take care, don't blame yourself, but their presents made up for that. Mrs Weasley had sent a homemade selection of biscuits and cakes in a charmed tin, so that the contents would never go mouldy and Hagrid had sent him a book on Miscellaneous Magic, spells and charms for everyday things, They looked very useful.
Harry was cleaning up the paper when an unopened envelope caught his eye. It had green spindly writing on the front, and it was addressed to him. He warily approached it, unsure of the sender. He turned over the envelope to reveal an unusual seal. It was some sort of near invisible material. Moving it in the light, he found it was some sort of rune, but it was not melted wax, it was a shimmery liquid, almost like water, but held in it's place. Harry ran his finger over the seal, tracing the outline of the rune, as soon as he removed his finger; the seal seemed to melt into the paper, leaving Harry free to read the mysterious letter.
Cautiously, he pried open the flap and peer inside at the thin pieces parchment.
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Aurelia glanced up at the creaking sign. A severed Boar's head leered at the passers by. It didn't affect her nerves, just provoked a stab of annoyance.
Aurelia Delibes had been in the Hog's head twice. During her very early childhood, 1 yr old and 6 yrs old. She had been with her father on business. What kind of business it was, she had no idea, and it was likely she would never have find out.
She pushed the door open, and was hollered in by the desperate gush of clean air. The bar looked much bigger to her now, and the surroundings less terrifying and more pitiful. She wallowed up to the bar and slid onto one of the diminished seats. A droll bar tender skulked up and grunted for her order.
"Butterbeer, on the rocks," she said dryly.
He blinked back at her and muttered something about broomsticks while searching for a glass. Aurelia eyed the filthy rag on the counter and was about to change her mind when the Butterbeer lopped in front of her.
"Um - " she stopped her complaint at the glance she had received from the barman, and changed her tone. "-How much?"
"5 sickles."
She handed over the money before going back to her not-on-the-rocks Butterbeer.
"Excellent," she whispered, and sipped tenderly.
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Harry was sitting on his bed, reading his letter.
Dear H.J.P
I regrettably inform you that your OWL results will be forwarded to you during your stay at in Ottery St. Catch Pole for security reasons. I am sorry for any inconvenience caused, but I am sure you understand. On the 31st of July, an escort will be coming to pick you up at 12 noon for reasons of great importance. You will be returned at 1 o'clock in the morning on the 1st of August. Arrangement for your change in residence for the remainder of the summer will be decided then.
Yours
Professor McGonagall
"Oh..." whispered Harry.
He glanced up at the clock and slipped off the bed. It was 11:50.
Harry swore quietly and rushed around the room. He found a few decent clothes to wear and hurriedly plonked them on his person. This, of course, took longer than expected as he couldn't find his other sock and he put his t-shirt on back to front.
With a few minutes to spare, he attacked his hair with a broken comb to no success.
The bell went down stairs and Harry leapt off to the front door. He stopped abruptly as he came across a purple faced Uncle Vernon stood at the door, opposite a disgruntled looking Snape.
"Shit," he said under his breath and proceeded towards the two men.
"Potter," Snape inclined his head, a blank expression on his face.
"Sn- Professor."
Harry turned to his Uncle.
"I'm going out and I'll be back late, leave a key under the mat," Harry suggested.
Since the rather fruitful threat delivered to the Dursleys by Mad-Eye Moody, the muggles had treated Harry with a strange respect. They fed him better, complained less and even took rudeness and occasional orders, such as the key under the mat idea.
"I will return him to you in - " Snape glanced at Harry. "- in good condition." He drawled.
Harry glared at him and Uncle Vernon surveyed Snape in a peculiar manner. Vernon grunted in reply.
Harry swept past them both into the fresh air of Privet Drive. Granted, it was a very musty day and the air was sweltering, but Harry had refrained from going out for safety reasons, so he tried to make the most of it.
The door slammed behind him and Snape strutted past.
"Get a move on, Potter."
Harry followed Snape out of Privet Drive and into a deserted Barry Avenue, opposite Magnolia Crescent.
"Professor, where are we going?"
Snape stopped abruptly, flung out his hand and a large bang announced the appearance of the Knight Bus.
"Welcome to - "
Stan was silenced by a look from Snape and he motioned for Harry to get on.
"St. Mungo's, and Shunpike, keep it (motioning to Harry) quiet."
Stan nodded knowingly, and took the money from Snape.
"At the back," Snape whispered and hurried Harry down the to the end. "Why didn't you disillusion me?" Harry asked quietly at they sat down.
Snape pointed his wand at Harry, and muttered a few words here and there, never meeting his eye. Harry looked down at himself, and found he was now wearing blue robes, had tanned skin and ear length blond hair creeping in front of his eyes.
Harry stayed silent the rest of the way, glancing up at Snape a few times, and seeing his disgruntled face, didn't make any noise, and barely moved.
'Great, another famously brilliant birthday for the famously brilliant Potter,' Harry thought sarcastically.
A/N
I hope I didn't babble too much this chapter. The next one will be showing you a glimpse of the future of this story.
Well, this is my first fan-fic (as you can tell from the last chapter) so I am not going to beg you to be nice, I just ask for constructive criticism. I will hopefully be using the idea of Pure Arts from The Velvet Ghost's story, and I am asking permission. I will gladly make proposed changes to the story if I agree with them; so do not be afraid to give your opinion. Enough of my warbling, on with the show!
Letters: OB - Owl Back, Big D - Dumbledore, M's - Muggles. They have got to be careful with communication.
Delibes - Deleeb
Disclaimer: Nothing is my own, except my own characters and plot.
^*Harry Potter and the Eye of Perelia*^
Chapter 2 ~ A Famously Brilliant Birthday
16-year-old Harry Potter sat on his bed in his cramped room, shuffling through some letters with a bemused expression on his face.
Dear Harry
Happy Birthday, Mate! Look, don't judge me for this, but your present is...yes...a book, but you will love it! Not saying anymore. Big D said you could come to ours on Tuesday, so only 4 days to wait. I hope the M's are treating you right, Mum's having kittens about you. What's this, the millionth litter.must be a record! Harry, I don't want to sound fussy, but we're all a bit worried about you, but Mum said that you will be OK, and we're all here for you. Remember that. Don't do anything.well, you know what I mean. Hermione's here for the summer, and I can't believe she is already studying for newts. She is absolutely impossible. At least she isn't trying to get me to study with her. Remember, results are due on Sunday. Got to go, the ghoul's playing up again.
OB
Ron
~
Dear Harry Happy Birthday! I'm staying Ron's at the moment and it's very interesting, more than usual I mean. The twins are.well, the twins, and it doesn't help that they're ego's have risen to all new heights since the shop started. I hear you're coming to stay in a few days, so you will have to bring your new books; they are so interesting it's unbelievable. Did you know that. oh wait, I can't write that, never mind.but just bring your books and I'll show you. Results are coming soon; I hope I've done well. Ron is a bit sulky because of his predicted results and Mrs Weasley is fretting over his future. Ron just won't look ahead; he's being so childish. Have you thought about the classes you want to take this year? I can't wait to get started.
Enjoy you're present, and we are all here for you, no matter what. Snuffles was -
Harry blinked a few times before carrying on.
Snuffles was happy, he loved you and, well, he was proud of you. Don't you dare blame yourself for what happened. Remember that. Take care of yourself. Hermione
Harry still had two letters to open, one from Hagrid and another from the Burrow. He was dreading what they would say. 'Take care, don't blame yourself, we love you,' It was infuriating to think that no-one trusted him to know what was right and wrong, not to hurt or blame himself. The truth was, Harry didn't know whom to blame. Dumbledore had asked Harry to blame him, Hagrid had said it was no-one's fault, Hermione and Ron were thinking he blamed himself, when Harry just pitied himself for his stupidity. Thinking back over the last year, Harry had come to the conclusion that no one was to blame. It was a result of many little incidents and misunderstandings that led to Sirius's death. Though it still hurt Harry to think of this, he understood it and accepted it.
The present from Ron and Hermione were actually quite reasonable. Ron had gotten him a book on Aurors and Hermione, a book on NEWTS. Harry had flicked through it and it actually looked like a good read. After some time, Harry had finally opened the last two letters. Hagrid and Mrs Weasley had both said the same; take care, don't blame yourself, but their presents made up for that. Mrs Weasley had sent a homemade selection of biscuits and cakes in a charmed tin, so that the contents would never go mouldy and Hagrid had sent him a book on Miscellaneous Magic, spells and charms for everyday things, They looked very useful.
Harry was cleaning up the paper when an unopened envelope caught his eye. It had green spindly writing on the front, and it was addressed to him. He warily approached it, unsure of the sender. He turned over the envelope to reveal an unusual seal. It was some sort of near invisible material. Moving it in the light, he found it was some sort of rune, but it was not melted wax, it was a shimmery liquid, almost like water, but held in it's place. Harry ran his finger over the seal, tracing the outline of the rune, as soon as he removed his finger; the seal seemed to melt into the paper, leaving Harry free to read the mysterious letter.
Cautiously, he pried open the flap and peer inside at the thin pieces parchment.
^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^**^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
Aurelia glanced up at the creaking sign. A severed Boar's head leered at the passers by. It didn't affect her nerves, just provoked a stab of annoyance.
Aurelia Delibes had been in the Hog's head twice. During her very early childhood, 1 yr old and 6 yrs old. She had been with her father on business. What kind of business it was, she had no idea, and it was likely she would never have find out.
She pushed the door open, and was hollered in by the desperate gush of clean air. The bar looked much bigger to her now, and the surroundings less terrifying and more pitiful. She wallowed up to the bar and slid onto one of the diminished seats. A droll bar tender skulked up and grunted for her order.
"Butterbeer, on the rocks," she said dryly.
He blinked back at her and muttered something about broomsticks while searching for a glass. Aurelia eyed the filthy rag on the counter and was about to change her mind when the Butterbeer lopped in front of her.
"Um - " she stopped her complaint at the glance she had received from the barman, and changed her tone. "-How much?"
"5 sickles."
She handed over the money before going back to her not-on-the-rocks Butterbeer.
"Excellent," she whispered, and sipped tenderly.
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Harry was sitting on his bed, reading his letter.
Dear H.J.P
I regrettably inform you that your OWL results will be forwarded to you during your stay at in Ottery St. Catch Pole for security reasons. I am sorry for any inconvenience caused, but I am sure you understand. On the 31st of July, an escort will be coming to pick you up at 12 noon for reasons of great importance. You will be returned at 1 o'clock in the morning on the 1st of August. Arrangement for your change in residence for the remainder of the summer will be decided then.
Yours
Professor McGonagall
"Oh..." whispered Harry.
He glanced up at the clock and slipped off the bed. It was 11:50.
Harry swore quietly and rushed around the room. He found a few decent clothes to wear and hurriedly plonked them on his person. This, of course, took longer than expected as he couldn't find his other sock and he put his t-shirt on back to front.
With a few minutes to spare, he attacked his hair with a broken comb to no success.
The bell went down stairs and Harry leapt off to the front door. He stopped abruptly as he came across a purple faced Uncle Vernon stood at the door, opposite a disgruntled looking Snape.
"Shit," he said under his breath and proceeded towards the two men.
"Potter," Snape inclined his head, a blank expression on his face.
"Sn- Professor."
Harry turned to his Uncle.
"I'm going out and I'll be back late, leave a key under the mat," Harry suggested.
Since the rather fruitful threat delivered to the Dursleys by Mad-Eye Moody, the muggles had treated Harry with a strange respect. They fed him better, complained less and even took rudeness and occasional orders, such as the key under the mat idea.
"I will return him to you in - " Snape glanced at Harry. "- in good condition." He drawled.
Harry glared at him and Uncle Vernon surveyed Snape in a peculiar manner. Vernon grunted in reply.
Harry swept past them both into the fresh air of Privet Drive. Granted, it was a very musty day and the air was sweltering, but Harry had refrained from going out for safety reasons, so he tried to make the most of it.
The door slammed behind him and Snape strutted past.
"Get a move on, Potter."
Harry followed Snape out of Privet Drive and into a deserted Barry Avenue, opposite Magnolia Crescent.
"Professor, where are we going?"
Snape stopped abruptly, flung out his hand and a large bang announced the appearance of the Knight Bus.
"Welcome to - "
Stan was silenced by a look from Snape and he motioned for Harry to get on.
"St. Mungo's, and Shunpike, keep it (motioning to Harry) quiet."
Stan nodded knowingly, and took the money from Snape.
"At the back," Snape whispered and hurried Harry down the to the end. "Why didn't you disillusion me?" Harry asked quietly at they sat down.
Snape pointed his wand at Harry, and muttered a few words here and there, never meeting his eye. Harry looked down at himself, and found he was now wearing blue robes, had tanned skin and ear length blond hair creeping in front of his eyes.
Harry stayed silent the rest of the way, glancing up at Snape a few times, and seeing his disgruntled face, didn't make any noise, and barely moved.
'Great, another famously brilliant birthday for the famously brilliant Potter,' Harry thought sarcastically.
A/N
I hope I didn't babble too much this chapter. The next one will be showing you a glimpse of the future of this story.
