Harry Potter and the Great Tribulation
Hey guys, this is my first attempt to write a Harry Potter story so please
cut me some slack. I'll try my best to weave it together so that it
interlocks with Order of the Phoenix. If you have any suggestions I'm
willing to hear them. Thanks! Note: None of these characters belong to me, they are the property of JK
Rowling.
It was a hot, humid afternoon at Privet Drive and the people were still
suffering from the after effects of the drought that occurred the year
before. All around the neighbourhood, people were seen tending to their
parched flowerbeds and trying to repair the damage on their lawns.
However, one particular house stood out from the rest. That was number 4, Privet Drive, which was home to the Dursley family. While their neighbours were struck with the fact that the drought had ruined their lawns, Number 4
managed to escape unscathed.
The real reason behind this was never revealed to the neighbours as the
Dursleys would fear that they would talk behind their backs. It all
happened when Harry Potter returned from school that summer...
Harry was an unusual teenager and a wizard. He had just finished his 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and had come back to the
Dursleys for another summer. A week into the holidays, Harry heard his
uncle, Vernon Dursley, yelling from the bottom of the stairs for him to come down. He sauntered down to the kitchen and saw that he had a visitor,
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of his school.
'Sit down Harry', said Uncle Vernon apprehensively. Harry sat down and looked at the headmaster, who was gazing at his hands. 'Harry, I've come here because I needed to speak to you', he said. He then signalled Uncle Vernon to leave the kitchen, which he gladly did. 'Firstly, I'm very sorry
for the loss of Sirius and it wasn't your fault that he died. He died a hero's death in the face of danger and I respect him for that.' Harry felt
his eyes moisten as Dumbledore spoke. 'I know that you feel the loss greater than I do and I've come here today so as to give my support as well as to brief you on Lord Voldemort's movements.' 'We have been keeping an eye on the Death Eaters for a week now and the signs are not good' he said softly. 'It seems as if he has been making plans for some sort of battle
and although the details are sketchy at the moment, I will keep you informed.' Harry nodded and drank his cup of tea. 'On a better note, Mrs Weasley has invited you to stay over at the Burrow again for the summer.'
Harry felt a great sense of joy as well as relief as he didn't have to
wallow in depression at Privet Drive. 'When do they expect me?', Harry asked. 'At 5 O'clock today', said Dumbledore with a smile. 'Hurry go get
your things.' Harry felt his heart leap and he immediately raced up the stairs. He hurriedly packed his things into his trunk and lugged it down
the stairs. 'How will we get there?', he asked Dumbledore. Surely
Dumbledore had not driven there and Harry was not keen on using Floo powder. 'We will take a Portkey to the Burrow, Harry' said Dumbledore as he produced an empty drinking can. Both of them grasped the can. Harry felt the now familiar jerk somewhere in the navel region. He was leaving Privet Drive to go to the Weasley's for the rest of the summer. He couldn't have
been happier.
cut me some slack. I'll try my best to weave it together so that it
interlocks with Order of the Phoenix. If you have any suggestions I'm
willing to hear them. Thanks! Note: None of these characters belong to me, they are the property of JK
Rowling.
It was a hot, humid afternoon at Privet Drive and the people were still
suffering from the after effects of the drought that occurred the year
before. All around the neighbourhood, people were seen tending to their
parched flowerbeds and trying to repair the damage on their lawns.
However, one particular house stood out from the rest. That was number 4, Privet Drive, which was home to the Dursley family. While their neighbours were struck with the fact that the drought had ruined their lawns, Number 4
managed to escape unscathed.
The real reason behind this was never revealed to the neighbours as the
Dursleys would fear that they would talk behind their backs. It all
happened when Harry Potter returned from school that summer...
Harry was an unusual teenager and a wizard. He had just finished his 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and had come back to the
Dursleys for another summer. A week into the holidays, Harry heard his
uncle, Vernon Dursley, yelling from the bottom of the stairs for him to come down. He sauntered down to the kitchen and saw that he had a visitor,
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of his school.
'Sit down Harry', said Uncle Vernon apprehensively. Harry sat down and looked at the headmaster, who was gazing at his hands. 'Harry, I've come here because I needed to speak to you', he said. He then signalled Uncle Vernon to leave the kitchen, which he gladly did. 'Firstly, I'm very sorry
for the loss of Sirius and it wasn't your fault that he died. He died a hero's death in the face of danger and I respect him for that.' Harry felt
his eyes moisten as Dumbledore spoke. 'I know that you feel the loss greater than I do and I've come here today so as to give my support as well as to brief you on Lord Voldemort's movements.' 'We have been keeping an eye on the Death Eaters for a week now and the signs are not good' he said softly. 'It seems as if he has been making plans for some sort of battle
and although the details are sketchy at the moment, I will keep you informed.' Harry nodded and drank his cup of tea. 'On a better note, Mrs Weasley has invited you to stay over at the Burrow again for the summer.'
Harry felt a great sense of joy as well as relief as he didn't have to
wallow in depression at Privet Drive. 'When do they expect me?', Harry asked. 'At 5 O'clock today', said Dumbledore with a smile. 'Hurry go get
your things.' Harry felt his heart leap and he immediately raced up the stairs. He hurriedly packed his things into his trunk and lugged it down
the stairs. 'How will we get there?', he asked Dumbledore. Surely
Dumbledore had not driven there and Harry was not keen on using Floo powder. 'We will take a Portkey to the Burrow, Harry' said Dumbledore as he produced an empty drinking can. Both of them grasped the can. Harry felt the now familiar jerk somewhere in the navel region. He was leaving Privet Drive to go to the Weasley's for the rest of the summer. He couldn't have
been happier.