As expected, not JKR.
Chapter 2 - Telepathy Toffee
Harry awoke the next morning to the sound of Hedwig's 'tip, tip, tip' at his window. He rolled over and groaned before getting up and stretching as he opened the window. As Hedwig swooped in and flew over to her perch Harry realized two things, 1) He had slept and 2) Someone had sent a small package back with Hedwig. Both of which were surprising. He was thrilled that he slept (even though he knew it was more a reflection of his exhaustion than his attempt at occumalency the night before) and petted Hedwig happily as he untied the package from her leg.
The package was odd. It wasn't his birthday for weeks yet, and owl post had almost been forbidden by Professor Dumbledore (except for his check up letters, and emergencies) simply because of the risk of them being intercepted. Once or twice Ron and Hermione had sent letters, basically stating both were fine, that Ron and family were 'at the summer house' (he assumed that the order was still using Sirius's house as headquarters) and that Hermione would be there later on in the summer. They told him not to feel guilty, that everything was fine, and that they couldn't say much else. Harry hadn't really cared.
But the package wasn't from Ron, Hermione, or even Remus. The package was sent, along with a note, from Harry's favorite business partners, Fred and George Weasely, heads of Weasely's Wizarding Wheezes.
To our Oh so Dear Silent Partner,
We would like to take this opportunity to inform you that we have now officially taken up shop at #93 Diagon Alley. Please feel free to drop by whenever Lord Whatsits stops plotting your demise long enough to let you get in a day of shopping (or else.) We have enclosed a sample of some of our more recent products including a set of a treat we are calling 'telepathy toffee' which we require your help to test over long distances. We will explain more to you (if it works.) So if it suits your schedule oh so benevolent benefactor please find yourself in a secure (Dursley free) area at exactly 8:00 pm tonight and with the blue 'telepathy toffee' included in the package (It's the blue one labeled 'telepathy toffee' it's a complicated code, but we know you're up to it) We will be talking to you then.
Sincerely,
Gred and Forge
Junior Undersecretaries
Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes
'Lord Whatsits!' Harry smirked to himself. And much like any other day Harry pulled on some clothes (ratty and several sizes too big, but clean none the less) and sat looking through the box of treats sent by Fred and George until his Aunt Petunia unlocked his door and screeched at him to 'Get you lazy bones downstairs and make my Duddykins his breakfast.' And so with Kate wrapped around his neck, hidden under his t-shirt, he started down to cook.
Despite the fact that he was curious and anxiously awaiting 8 o'clock Harry's day went by pretty quickly. Dudley only tripped him once, and Uncle Vernon tried to 'bump' his hand onto the stove while he made breakfast, but Harry was too quick for him to cause any major damage. But it was all for naught, Uncle Vernon, enraged by Harry's attempt to avoid injury felt the need to cause several more before he finally locked Harry back up in his room and left for work. Nursing his bruises and what he thought was probably just a sprain in his wrist Harry spent the day re-reading one of his potions books.
Given the disastrous events at the Ministry of Magic Harry figured it was only a matter of time before Professor Dumbledore 'asked' Snape to tutor him in Occumalency again. He knew that the lessons were necessary, and Snape hating him didn't make them any easier to get through. So the least he could de, he figured, was to apologize for the whole pensive shebockle (he knew that it would be too risky to send that kind of thing by owl) and not be an imbecile in potions. So while he couldn't do anything about the apology until he saw the Professor in person, he could improve his potions. This was why he was re-reading his potions text for the third time.
Whether it was punishment for this mornings 'disobedience' or just arbitrary vindictiveness, Aunt Petunia didn't let him out of his room (or feed him for that matter) until it was time for him to start on dinner for Dudley and Uncle Vernon. Kate had offered, as she was heading out to hunt for herself, to bring something back for Harry, but thankfully the extra spiders she offered weren't necessary as he managed to swipe himself some food as he was cooking for the Dursley's.
Later that night Harry sat on his bed holding the blue toffee, staring at the clock. He was really curious about this telepathy thing. If it really was possible to have a mental conversation with someone at the Headquarters, he wouldn't have to worry about everything being intercepted. He might actually be able to keep up to date on the happenings at the headquarters. If it worked, it would be amazing. Harry found it hard to imagine it would work, but if it did . . .
As the clock on Harry's bedside table clicked over to 8:00pm he popped the toffee into his mouth. Harry chewed and swallowed, and waited . . . and waited . . . and nothing happened. He wasn't really sure what was supposed to happen, should he talk out loud? Just form word thoughts in his head?
'Fred?' Harry thought. 'George? Is this working?
'Harry!' Harry practically jumped off his bed. There was defiantly someone screaming in his head.
'Fred? George?'
'Harry, It's Fred mate, how cool is this? It's actually working.'
'Fred, I can't believe this is actually working! How long is this going to last? How are you guys? What's going on at the order?'
'Isn't it cool? George and I have been using them in here for the past two weeks; they seem to last about an hour. Like I said in our letter, we finally got the store open, we've been staying at headquarters and flooing back and forth to work every day. Business is going really well.'
'How is everyone? Who's staying at the Headquarters now? How are Ron and 'Mione recovering? They say they're fine, but are they really?'
'Ron's okay, he's still taking potions everyday to get rid of the scars from the brains on his arms. Hermione is just fine; she's still with her parents. Remus is the only one, other than us that is staying here permanently, but there are lots of people who just pop in for meeting and dinner and stuff. But how are you mate? Are those awful Dursleys treating you okay?'
'I'm okay' Harry thought. 'Not fabulous, tired of being stuck in the house all day long and bored stiff, but okay.'
'Well at least now we can talk occasionally' Fred said. 'We can give a couple of these to Ronny too.'
'Ummm,' Harry thought 'Don't do that just yet. If you tell Ron, he'll tell 'Mione and she'll tell a responsible adult, who'll tell us it's far to dangerous of some other such crap and take them all away from you. And I'll really like it if you guys could keep me up to date on what's going on back there. It's been killing me not knowing what's going on/'
'Alright mate if you say so. We'll send you some more toffees and does once a week sound good? The order usually meets on Fridays, and I think George and I will be inducted soon (they've been letting us come to some of the meetings, so how about we call on Saturday nights? That way we can fill you in if anything interesting happens in the meeting. And was eight good for you?'
'Hey that's great about the order! And you'll actually be able to tell me what's happening! This is great!'
'So we'll send you some more toffee's, anything else you need?'
'Weelll, if you swiped some of the books from Sirius's Library and sent them to me do you think anybody would notice?'
'Even if they did mate, it's your house now, so the books are yours too. We'll find some of the more 'interesting' ones, and send them along.'
'My house?'
'Well yah, Sirius left everything to you in his will, we had the reading last week, Dumbledore said it wasn't safe to let you come over for it but that he had talked to you and it was okay with you to keep using the house for the order. You've forgotten already?'
'Oh, right. Un Fred,' Harry asked (in what would have been an eerily calm voice had Fred actually been able to hear it, although even in his head it sounded spooky) 'How much longer will this toffee last?'
'About another ten minutes I think.'
'Okay, not enough time then.' Harry paused for a moment, the consequences of what Fred had just said whirling around in his mind at an incredible speed. 'I need you to do a couple of things for me, I'll explain later okay? First, no mention of this conversation to anyone other than George; that includes anything about me knowing about Sirius's will okay?' Harry paused, and sighed.
'I'd really like it if you could send me as many books as possible, anything about curses, hexes, dark magic, wards and anything that seems spooky or evil. In fact the eviler the better. Oh and I know almost nothing about wizard law so something on that as well, buy one if you have too. Oh and if you go to Diagon Alley, can you buy me one of those crazy trunks with rooms in them? Like the one Professor Moody was trapped in? I'll pay you back.'
'Sure Harry, the eviler the better, got it.'
'Oh and Fred,' Harry started, the eerily calm voice back in full force' When Dumbledore spoke to me about the will, he forgot to tell me whether the stuff from Sirius's vaults would be transferred to my vault? Or do I just get the keys to his?'
'I'm not sure Harry, he probably didn't bother to do anything with it, I mean you'll be sixteen soon, so you'll be able to do to transfer it yourself then won't you?'
'Right. I keep forgetting about the whole birthday thing. Thanks guys, so until next week then?'
'Alright Harry, take care mate.'
And with that the connection gradually got fuzzier and fuzzier, until just about an hour after he had first taken the toffee, it was gone completely.
Harry sat on his bed in shock. They had read Sirius's will without him? A week ago? And Professor Dumbledore lied to everyone in the order about telling him? Harry was practically shaking with rage, well his hands anyway, he was sitting after all. 'How dare he!' Harry thought. 'He didn't even tell me!' Why would Professor Dumbledore not tell him about the will? Or his inheritance? Was there something that the Professor didn't want him to know? Harry figured there probably was, there was a lot about Wizarding law and customs that he didn't know, and he had completely forgotten that sixteen was the legal age for wizards.
'Well,' Harry thought 'I defiantly don't trust Professor Dumbledore now.' And once I figure out what being of legal age means, maybe I can get out of here.
Chapter 2 - Telepathy Toffee
Harry awoke the next morning to the sound of Hedwig's 'tip, tip, tip' at his window. He rolled over and groaned before getting up and stretching as he opened the window. As Hedwig swooped in and flew over to her perch Harry realized two things, 1) He had slept and 2) Someone had sent a small package back with Hedwig. Both of which were surprising. He was thrilled that he slept (even though he knew it was more a reflection of his exhaustion than his attempt at occumalency the night before) and petted Hedwig happily as he untied the package from her leg.
The package was odd. It wasn't his birthday for weeks yet, and owl post had almost been forbidden by Professor Dumbledore (except for his check up letters, and emergencies) simply because of the risk of them being intercepted. Once or twice Ron and Hermione had sent letters, basically stating both were fine, that Ron and family were 'at the summer house' (he assumed that the order was still using Sirius's house as headquarters) and that Hermione would be there later on in the summer. They told him not to feel guilty, that everything was fine, and that they couldn't say much else. Harry hadn't really cared.
But the package wasn't from Ron, Hermione, or even Remus. The package was sent, along with a note, from Harry's favorite business partners, Fred and George Weasely, heads of Weasely's Wizarding Wheezes.
To our Oh so Dear Silent Partner,
We would like to take this opportunity to inform you that we have now officially taken up shop at #93 Diagon Alley. Please feel free to drop by whenever Lord Whatsits stops plotting your demise long enough to let you get in a day of shopping (or else.) We have enclosed a sample of some of our more recent products including a set of a treat we are calling 'telepathy toffee' which we require your help to test over long distances. We will explain more to you (if it works.) So if it suits your schedule oh so benevolent benefactor please find yourself in a secure (Dursley free) area at exactly 8:00 pm tonight and with the blue 'telepathy toffee' included in the package (It's the blue one labeled 'telepathy toffee' it's a complicated code, but we know you're up to it) We will be talking to you then.
Sincerely,
Gred and Forge
Junior Undersecretaries
Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes
'Lord Whatsits!' Harry smirked to himself. And much like any other day Harry pulled on some clothes (ratty and several sizes too big, but clean none the less) and sat looking through the box of treats sent by Fred and George until his Aunt Petunia unlocked his door and screeched at him to 'Get you lazy bones downstairs and make my Duddykins his breakfast.' And so with Kate wrapped around his neck, hidden under his t-shirt, he started down to cook.
Despite the fact that he was curious and anxiously awaiting 8 o'clock Harry's day went by pretty quickly. Dudley only tripped him once, and Uncle Vernon tried to 'bump' his hand onto the stove while he made breakfast, but Harry was too quick for him to cause any major damage. But it was all for naught, Uncle Vernon, enraged by Harry's attempt to avoid injury felt the need to cause several more before he finally locked Harry back up in his room and left for work. Nursing his bruises and what he thought was probably just a sprain in his wrist Harry spent the day re-reading one of his potions books.
Given the disastrous events at the Ministry of Magic Harry figured it was only a matter of time before Professor Dumbledore 'asked' Snape to tutor him in Occumalency again. He knew that the lessons were necessary, and Snape hating him didn't make them any easier to get through. So the least he could de, he figured, was to apologize for the whole pensive shebockle (he knew that it would be too risky to send that kind of thing by owl) and not be an imbecile in potions. So while he couldn't do anything about the apology until he saw the Professor in person, he could improve his potions. This was why he was re-reading his potions text for the third time.
Whether it was punishment for this mornings 'disobedience' or just arbitrary vindictiveness, Aunt Petunia didn't let him out of his room (or feed him for that matter) until it was time for him to start on dinner for Dudley and Uncle Vernon. Kate had offered, as she was heading out to hunt for herself, to bring something back for Harry, but thankfully the extra spiders she offered weren't necessary as he managed to swipe himself some food as he was cooking for the Dursley's.
Later that night Harry sat on his bed holding the blue toffee, staring at the clock. He was really curious about this telepathy thing. If it really was possible to have a mental conversation with someone at the Headquarters, he wouldn't have to worry about everything being intercepted. He might actually be able to keep up to date on the happenings at the headquarters. If it worked, it would be amazing. Harry found it hard to imagine it would work, but if it did . . .
As the clock on Harry's bedside table clicked over to 8:00pm he popped the toffee into his mouth. Harry chewed and swallowed, and waited . . . and waited . . . and nothing happened. He wasn't really sure what was supposed to happen, should he talk out loud? Just form word thoughts in his head?
'Fred?' Harry thought. 'George? Is this working?
'Harry!' Harry practically jumped off his bed. There was defiantly someone screaming in his head.
'Fred? George?'
'Harry, It's Fred mate, how cool is this? It's actually working.'
'Fred, I can't believe this is actually working! How long is this going to last? How are you guys? What's going on at the order?'
'Isn't it cool? George and I have been using them in here for the past two weeks; they seem to last about an hour. Like I said in our letter, we finally got the store open, we've been staying at headquarters and flooing back and forth to work every day. Business is going really well.'
'How is everyone? Who's staying at the Headquarters now? How are Ron and 'Mione recovering? They say they're fine, but are they really?'
'Ron's okay, he's still taking potions everyday to get rid of the scars from the brains on his arms. Hermione is just fine; she's still with her parents. Remus is the only one, other than us that is staying here permanently, but there are lots of people who just pop in for meeting and dinner and stuff. But how are you mate? Are those awful Dursleys treating you okay?'
'I'm okay' Harry thought. 'Not fabulous, tired of being stuck in the house all day long and bored stiff, but okay.'
'Well at least now we can talk occasionally' Fred said. 'We can give a couple of these to Ronny too.'
'Ummm,' Harry thought 'Don't do that just yet. If you tell Ron, he'll tell 'Mione and she'll tell a responsible adult, who'll tell us it's far to dangerous of some other such crap and take them all away from you. And I'll really like it if you guys could keep me up to date on what's going on back there. It's been killing me not knowing what's going on/'
'Alright mate if you say so. We'll send you some more toffees and does once a week sound good? The order usually meets on Fridays, and I think George and I will be inducted soon (they've been letting us come to some of the meetings, so how about we call on Saturday nights? That way we can fill you in if anything interesting happens in the meeting. And was eight good for you?'
'Hey that's great about the order! And you'll actually be able to tell me what's happening! This is great!'
'So we'll send you some more toffee's, anything else you need?'
'Weelll, if you swiped some of the books from Sirius's Library and sent them to me do you think anybody would notice?'
'Even if they did mate, it's your house now, so the books are yours too. We'll find some of the more 'interesting' ones, and send them along.'
'My house?'
'Well yah, Sirius left everything to you in his will, we had the reading last week, Dumbledore said it wasn't safe to let you come over for it but that he had talked to you and it was okay with you to keep using the house for the order. You've forgotten already?'
'Oh, right. Un Fred,' Harry asked (in what would have been an eerily calm voice had Fred actually been able to hear it, although even in his head it sounded spooky) 'How much longer will this toffee last?'
'About another ten minutes I think.'
'Okay, not enough time then.' Harry paused for a moment, the consequences of what Fred had just said whirling around in his mind at an incredible speed. 'I need you to do a couple of things for me, I'll explain later okay? First, no mention of this conversation to anyone other than George; that includes anything about me knowing about Sirius's will okay?' Harry paused, and sighed.
'I'd really like it if you could send me as many books as possible, anything about curses, hexes, dark magic, wards and anything that seems spooky or evil. In fact the eviler the better. Oh and I know almost nothing about wizard law so something on that as well, buy one if you have too. Oh and if you go to Diagon Alley, can you buy me one of those crazy trunks with rooms in them? Like the one Professor Moody was trapped in? I'll pay you back.'
'Sure Harry, the eviler the better, got it.'
'Oh and Fred,' Harry started, the eerily calm voice back in full force' When Dumbledore spoke to me about the will, he forgot to tell me whether the stuff from Sirius's vaults would be transferred to my vault? Or do I just get the keys to his?'
'I'm not sure Harry, he probably didn't bother to do anything with it, I mean you'll be sixteen soon, so you'll be able to do to transfer it yourself then won't you?'
'Right. I keep forgetting about the whole birthday thing. Thanks guys, so until next week then?'
'Alright Harry, take care mate.'
And with that the connection gradually got fuzzier and fuzzier, until just about an hour after he had first taken the toffee, it was gone completely.
Harry sat on his bed in shock. They had read Sirius's will without him? A week ago? And Professor Dumbledore lied to everyone in the order about telling him? Harry was practically shaking with rage, well his hands anyway, he was sitting after all. 'How dare he!' Harry thought. 'He didn't even tell me!' Why would Professor Dumbledore not tell him about the will? Or his inheritance? Was there something that the Professor didn't want him to know? Harry figured there probably was, there was a lot about Wizarding law and customs that he didn't know, and he had completely forgotten that sixteen was the legal age for wizards.
'Well,' Harry thought 'I defiantly don't trust Professor Dumbledore now.' And once I figure out what being of legal age means, maybe I can get out of here.