Harry Potter and the Curse of Revenge
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this story. They all belong to Ms JK Rowling. I am simply keeping myself entertained until book 6!
Author Note: Hey this idea had been playing around in my mind for ages so I think its time that I actually wrote it! I hope you like it and if anybody has any suggestions or criticism please say so. I will try my best to update regularly, but if I don't then please feel free to bug me! However updates happening from the middle of April until the middle of May will be a rarity because I have exams (groan).
Harry Potter and the Curse of Revenge
Chapter one- Summer dies
The sun was shining on the brightly coloured flowers of Privet Drive. The flowers were in full bloom, their colours all shining as brightly as each other. The green grass of each identical garden stood in perfection, no one blade of grass was longer than the other. Expensive looking cars stood next to the perfect garden, them too glistering in the sun. The smell of the summer flowers filled the street, whilst the residents came out into the gardens, all admiring their own perfect garden and looking scornfully at their neighbours.
On a day like this, one would expect children to be running around, playing tig or fighting each other with their pretend water guns but the street was silent. The residents looked down upon such behaviour, it ruined the tranquillity of their street. So all the children from the street went down to thee park, not far from Privet Drive, to indulge in some child like behaviour whilst the adults perfected their perfect gardens.
One particular house on Privet Drive was more perfect than any other. It was the cleanest most beautiful house on the street. Everything about it presented the image of Privet Drive. The paintwork looked like it had been done just yesterday, the windows looked as if they had been cleaned at least twice a day, the blades of grass were all the exact same length, to the nearest millimetre. Even the flowers coordinated in the flowerbed. One yellow flower followed by one red flower then another yellow flower and so on. This house was perfect This was number four Privet Drive. The Dursleys and their nephew Harry Potter were the residents of number four. Mr Dursley had a drill business whilst Mrs Dursley looked after their pristine home. Their beautiful son, Dudley was a student at a brilliant school, where he had excelled his parent's expectations. The residents of Privet Drive loved the Dursleys, well they tried too. Of course they believed that the Dursleys presented the value of Privet Drive but there was something about them that mad them feel uneasy. Mr Dursley was a good businessman, if not a slightly immodest but that was to be expected from such a wonderful businessman. Mrs Dursley, the excellent housekeeper who was a good member of the community even is she had gossip on all the families on Privet Drive. Even Dudley Dursley, who seemed to have "bonded" with all the younger children from Privet Drive fitted the description of the street. But Harry Potter did not.
The residents did not like Harry; they felt uneasy with him around. That messy hair that covered that ghastly scar which seemed to be in a shape of a lightning bolt, those sparkling green eyes that especially in the last two years had jumped so much if a slight movement took place. No, he was not right for Privet Drive.
The residents were glad that this boy was sent away to boarding school ever year. How kind the Dursleys were, claimed the residents of Privet Drive, to send their orphaned nephew to a boarding school.
This is why on a blistering hot summers day in July, whilst the other children were playing in the park, you could find Harry Potter sitting inside his small bedroom at number four Privet Drive.
Harry was sitting on his single bed facing his door. He had been sat there since 8.30 this morning. He had nothing to do. The Dursleys had gone and taken Dudley and some of his friends to Alton Towers. They had not bothered to asked if Harry if he wanted to go, instead they had asked him if he either wanted to be locked inside the house or locked outside of the house. Harry chose to stay indoors. He had too. This was a miracle coming from the Dursleys, usually they would have locked him out, but Harry suspected that a certain old man with a magical eye had influenced their decision to ask him.
Harry sighed. Not that it made any difference. There was hardly any food in the house. Aunt Petunia had conveniently taken all the food was the trip to Alton Towers. All that was left was some mouldy bread and a tin of out of date beans. But Harry did not care. He wasn't hungry. He had not been hungry for a long time. Food was something to pass time with, as was everything else in his life. The continuous sitting on his bed, watching the bird's fly by was just to see that time went by. But to what? Harry did not know. He did not know what he was waiting for; he was just simply sat and kept staring into space. His life had changed dramatically over the last two months. Everything he knew had changed, everything was strange to him. He felt like a stranger in his own life. The events of the last two months had changed Harry from the inside. He was no longer Harry Potter who went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, who had two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. He was no longer the boy who lived. In fact Harry wishes that he were the boy who died. Yes, that was what Harry wished for. Deep, deep down in his heart, he wished that he were dead, that he could not touch things, not experience things, and not feel things. Not feel things, that was what Harry wanted the most, he did not want to feel. He did not want to feel the enormous pain he felt in his heart, in his stomach, in his head, in every part of his body. It was killing him slowly and Harry was not fighting it.
Harry ran his fingers through his messy black hair, scrunching it as tightly as he could. He tried not to think of his godfather, Sirius but he failed. The though of Sirius ruled his mind, day in day out. Even when he slept he dreamt of Sirius. Everything reminded him of his godfather, who had been so cruelly taken away from him. The pain was so fresh in his mind that Harry felt himself hyperventilating, tears streaming down his face, his body shaking so vigorously, his mind screaming, "I want to die".
Harry rocked himself on his bed. He had to clam down but he knew that he could not. This happened everyday, since that day. He did not think that this pain would ever go away; it would always be there, so fresh in his mind. His two best friends, Ron and Hermione had written to him during the summer. Harry knew where they were; he never wanted to go back to that place again. Both of them had tried to comfort Harry with their words but it was no use. They too, missed Sirius, he was like a friend to them but to Harry he was family. And now he was gone. Harry had never felt this alone in his life, even in those years spent in the cupboard under the stairs, dreaming that someone would come and rescue him, he had never felt this alone. He had only gained his godfather and now to have him gone so quickly, Harry scrunched his hair even more tightly, was completely insane. Harry tried not to think of Sirius, he had tried to mutter something to himself when the image of Sirius popped into his head. He tried to mutter quidditch, quidditch, hoping that his mind would look forward to the new school year where the new season of quidditch would take place. But it was no use, he tried to do it but he remembered his broomstick, the one that Sirius had given him. He tried to think of Ron and Hermione but still the image of Sirius came. He found himself remembering the time that Sirius's head had popped into the fire of the Gryffindor common room. He had even tried to think of his O.W.L results but he found out that he did not care. What was the point of the results? He did no care if he passed or failed. There was no one to congratulate him if he passed, to pat him in his back and say "Well done mate" or someone to say, "You know you should have tried harder". There was no one. He was alone in this world.
Hedwig, Harry's owl came through the window and landed on Harry's arm. She nibbled slowly on his arm, whilst her large wise eyes viewed Harry. Harry stared at her and remembered the letter that he had received a couple of days ago. It was from Remus Lupin. Harry had not expected a letter from Remus; he felt that Remus might have been busy with the order, so he was surprised that to find the letter attached to Hedwig. He had carefully opened it, not expecting to find out what he did.
Dear Harry.
I am sorry that I have not written to you earlier, I have simply been too distraught to write or do anything.
Harry felt ashamed of himself. He had forgotten that Sirius was Remus's best friend, his brother. He remembered the expression on Remus 's face when it happened, the sound of his voice. He continued to read the letter.
I know that this is hard for you, as it is for me. We have both lost our friend, our family. It has been taken me this long to actually admit that I miss him, that he is truly gone. I though that maybe we could help each other, Harry. I know you were the most important thing in Sirius 's life. He spoke about you all the time, his face shone with pride whenever your name was mentioned. He was so proud of you. I want to help you come into terms with this as I hope you will help me. I have spent a lot of time wishing that I were dead with Sirius James and Lily. That is the honest truth, Harry, I wished I were dead.
I had to stay in this wretched place pretending that I was fine, that this damned place did not remind me of him but I was wrong. He is everywhere, Harry, everywhere. This place was killing me and I wished it would. I walked past his room countless number of times; sometimes listening at the door, hoping to hear him curse himself or sing in his voice that he thought was brilliant. But it never happened. I wanted and waited but nothing. So I decided to o into his room, maybe he was there, hiding underneath the bed ready to jump on me after I turned around, screaming, "you're the worst wolf ever, Moony. You have no sense of smell". You know laughing and acting all immature like he did and how I loved that. But id did not happen, Harry. No one jumped out at me. It was simply I alone in his messy unclean room. No one had been init since the last time he was there. I sat on his bed, touching his old holy Gryffindor socks that he still wore. I ran my hands over his faded blue cloak that was on his bed, completely scrunched up because you know he was a slob. I smelled it Harry and I cried. I cried for him, for you, for James and Lily and even for Peter.
I kept asking him why he chose the dark side, instead of us. We would have been together, having Sunday lunch at your parent's house, watching you grow up. You, having your parents, you having three uncles. Sirius having his life. why? I kept asking but no one answered my questions. I just wanted to die, Harry. I just wanted to be with my family. I looked over at Sirius bedside table and picked up this picture. It was the picture of me, Sirius, your father and Lily after they had come back from holiday. Peter had been taking the photo so he was not in it. Lily was between Sirius and me; we both had our arms around her where as James pretended to be outraged that he could put his arm round his wife. He stood on my left with this false look of objection on his face. But then because it was a magical picture James moved to put his arm around me and beam at me Lily and Sirius.
We were so happy that day. Your parents had just told us that they were expecting you. We were over the moon literally. We had already decided that Padfoot would take you to your first party, Peter would take you on Tuesdays when he did not have to work and I would be the soft uncle who gave you what ever you wanted because you were our precious son. How we had plans for you Harry, for us. How different things turned out to be. But I realized one thing Harry, when I was looking at that picture. We had all maintained that we would look after you, you were ours and I know that in my heart, if I ever left you on this earth by yourself in your time of need, Sirius, James and Lily would never forgive me. It would be like I betrayed them, like peter had. Your parents loved you more than anything else; they wanted the best for you and I Remus. J. Lupin am going to make sure that that happens. I know that they are watching us, screaming at us to stop feeling the pain for them and to do something about it and I am going to listen to them.
Harry I have you and you have me and I intend to finish the job that James, Lily and Sirius took upon. Harry, I am here for you. Always and anytime. I am personally going to make sure that you kill Voldemort, so that the memory of Lily, Padfoot and Prongs can lie in peace. Harry we must to it for them, it is what they want. And I am, going to be with you all the way, Harry, until the very end. Please take care and I shall write very soon Remus
Harry reread the letter and cried.
Ok that was it! Please tell me what you think....I did not expect it to be that long but I hope you enjoyed it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this story. They all belong to Ms JK Rowling. I am simply keeping myself entertained until book 6!
Author Note: Hey this idea had been playing around in my mind for ages so I think its time that I actually wrote it! I hope you like it and if anybody has any suggestions or criticism please say so. I will try my best to update regularly, but if I don't then please feel free to bug me! However updates happening from the middle of April until the middle of May will be a rarity because I have exams (groan).
Harry Potter and the Curse of Revenge
Chapter one- Summer dies
The sun was shining on the brightly coloured flowers of Privet Drive. The flowers were in full bloom, their colours all shining as brightly as each other. The green grass of each identical garden stood in perfection, no one blade of grass was longer than the other. Expensive looking cars stood next to the perfect garden, them too glistering in the sun. The smell of the summer flowers filled the street, whilst the residents came out into the gardens, all admiring their own perfect garden and looking scornfully at their neighbours.
On a day like this, one would expect children to be running around, playing tig or fighting each other with their pretend water guns but the street was silent. The residents looked down upon such behaviour, it ruined the tranquillity of their street. So all the children from the street went down to thee park, not far from Privet Drive, to indulge in some child like behaviour whilst the adults perfected their perfect gardens.
One particular house on Privet Drive was more perfect than any other. It was the cleanest most beautiful house on the street. Everything about it presented the image of Privet Drive. The paintwork looked like it had been done just yesterday, the windows looked as if they had been cleaned at least twice a day, the blades of grass were all the exact same length, to the nearest millimetre. Even the flowers coordinated in the flowerbed. One yellow flower followed by one red flower then another yellow flower and so on. This house was perfect This was number four Privet Drive. The Dursleys and their nephew Harry Potter were the residents of number four. Mr Dursley had a drill business whilst Mrs Dursley looked after their pristine home. Their beautiful son, Dudley was a student at a brilliant school, where he had excelled his parent's expectations. The residents of Privet Drive loved the Dursleys, well they tried too. Of course they believed that the Dursleys presented the value of Privet Drive but there was something about them that mad them feel uneasy. Mr Dursley was a good businessman, if not a slightly immodest but that was to be expected from such a wonderful businessman. Mrs Dursley, the excellent housekeeper who was a good member of the community even is she had gossip on all the families on Privet Drive. Even Dudley Dursley, who seemed to have "bonded" with all the younger children from Privet Drive fitted the description of the street. But Harry Potter did not.
The residents did not like Harry; they felt uneasy with him around. That messy hair that covered that ghastly scar which seemed to be in a shape of a lightning bolt, those sparkling green eyes that especially in the last two years had jumped so much if a slight movement took place. No, he was not right for Privet Drive.
The residents were glad that this boy was sent away to boarding school ever year. How kind the Dursleys were, claimed the residents of Privet Drive, to send their orphaned nephew to a boarding school.
This is why on a blistering hot summers day in July, whilst the other children were playing in the park, you could find Harry Potter sitting inside his small bedroom at number four Privet Drive.
Harry was sitting on his single bed facing his door. He had been sat there since 8.30 this morning. He had nothing to do. The Dursleys had gone and taken Dudley and some of his friends to Alton Towers. They had not bothered to asked if Harry if he wanted to go, instead they had asked him if he either wanted to be locked inside the house or locked outside of the house. Harry chose to stay indoors. He had too. This was a miracle coming from the Dursleys, usually they would have locked him out, but Harry suspected that a certain old man with a magical eye had influenced their decision to ask him.
Harry sighed. Not that it made any difference. There was hardly any food in the house. Aunt Petunia had conveniently taken all the food was the trip to Alton Towers. All that was left was some mouldy bread and a tin of out of date beans. But Harry did not care. He wasn't hungry. He had not been hungry for a long time. Food was something to pass time with, as was everything else in his life. The continuous sitting on his bed, watching the bird's fly by was just to see that time went by. But to what? Harry did not know. He did not know what he was waiting for; he was just simply sat and kept staring into space. His life had changed dramatically over the last two months. Everything he knew had changed, everything was strange to him. He felt like a stranger in his own life. The events of the last two months had changed Harry from the inside. He was no longer Harry Potter who went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, who had two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. He was no longer the boy who lived. In fact Harry wishes that he were the boy who died. Yes, that was what Harry wished for. Deep, deep down in his heart, he wished that he were dead, that he could not touch things, not experience things, and not feel things. Not feel things, that was what Harry wanted the most, he did not want to feel. He did not want to feel the enormous pain he felt in his heart, in his stomach, in his head, in every part of his body. It was killing him slowly and Harry was not fighting it.
Harry ran his fingers through his messy black hair, scrunching it as tightly as he could. He tried not to think of his godfather, Sirius but he failed. The though of Sirius ruled his mind, day in day out. Even when he slept he dreamt of Sirius. Everything reminded him of his godfather, who had been so cruelly taken away from him. The pain was so fresh in his mind that Harry felt himself hyperventilating, tears streaming down his face, his body shaking so vigorously, his mind screaming, "I want to die".
Harry rocked himself on his bed. He had to clam down but he knew that he could not. This happened everyday, since that day. He did not think that this pain would ever go away; it would always be there, so fresh in his mind. His two best friends, Ron and Hermione had written to him during the summer. Harry knew where they were; he never wanted to go back to that place again. Both of them had tried to comfort Harry with their words but it was no use. They too, missed Sirius, he was like a friend to them but to Harry he was family. And now he was gone. Harry had never felt this alone in his life, even in those years spent in the cupboard under the stairs, dreaming that someone would come and rescue him, he had never felt this alone. He had only gained his godfather and now to have him gone so quickly, Harry scrunched his hair even more tightly, was completely insane. Harry tried not to think of Sirius, he had tried to mutter something to himself when the image of Sirius popped into his head. He tried to mutter quidditch, quidditch, hoping that his mind would look forward to the new school year where the new season of quidditch would take place. But it was no use, he tried to do it but he remembered his broomstick, the one that Sirius had given him. He tried to think of Ron and Hermione but still the image of Sirius came. He found himself remembering the time that Sirius's head had popped into the fire of the Gryffindor common room. He had even tried to think of his O.W.L results but he found out that he did not care. What was the point of the results? He did no care if he passed or failed. There was no one to congratulate him if he passed, to pat him in his back and say "Well done mate" or someone to say, "You know you should have tried harder". There was no one. He was alone in this world.
Hedwig, Harry's owl came through the window and landed on Harry's arm. She nibbled slowly on his arm, whilst her large wise eyes viewed Harry. Harry stared at her and remembered the letter that he had received a couple of days ago. It was from Remus Lupin. Harry had not expected a letter from Remus; he felt that Remus might have been busy with the order, so he was surprised that to find the letter attached to Hedwig. He had carefully opened it, not expecting to find out what he did.
Dear Harry.
I am sorry that I have not written to you earlier, I have simply been too distraught to write or do anything.
Harry felt ashamed of himself. He had forgotten that Sirius was Remus's best friend, his brother. He remembered the expression on Remus 's face when it happened, the sound of his voice. He continued to read the letter.
I know that this is hard for you, as it is for me. We have both lost our friend, our family. It has been taken me this long to actually admit that I miss him, that he is truly gone. I though that maybe we could help each other, Harry. I know you were the most important thing in Sirius 's life. He spoke about you all the time, his face shone with pride whenever your name was mentioned. He was so proud of you. I want to help you come into terms with this as I hope you will help me. I have spent a lot of time wishing that I were dead with Sirius James and Lily. That is the honest truth, Harry, I wished I were dead.
I had to stay in this wretched place pretending that I was fine, that this damned place did not remind me of him but I was wrong. He is everywhere, Harry, everywhere. This place was killing me and I wished it would. I walked past his room countless number of times; sometimes listening at the door, hoping to hear him curse himself or sing in his voice that he thought was brilliant. But it never happened. I wanted and waited but nothing. So I decided to o into his room, maybe he was there, hiding underneath the bed ready to jump on me after I turned around, screaming, "you're the worst wolf ever, Moony. You have no sense of smell". You know laughing and acting all immature like he did and how I loved that. But id did not happen, Harry. No one jumped out at me. It was simply I alone in his messy unclean room. No one had been init since the last time he was there. I sat on his bed, touching his old holy Gryffindor socks that he still wore. I ran my hands over his faded blue cloak that was on his bed, completely scrunched up because you know he was a slob. I smelled it Harry and I cried. I cried for him, for you, for James and Lily and even for Peter.
I kept asking him why he chose the dark side, instead of us. We would have been together, having Sunday lunch at your parent's house, watching you grow up. You, having your parents, you having three uncles. Sirius having his life. why? I kept asking but no one answered my questions. I just wanted to die, Harry. I just wanted to be with my family. I looked over at Sirius bedside table and picked up this picture. It was the picture of me, Sirius, your father and Lily after they had come back from holiday. Peter had been taking the photo so he was not in it. Lily was between Sirius and me; we both had our arms around her where as James pretended to be outraged that he could put his arm round his wife. He stood on my left with this false look of objection on his face. But then because it was a magical picture James moved to put his arm around me and beam at me Lily and Sirius.
We were so happy that day. Your parents had just told us that they were expecting you. We were over the moon literally. We had already decided that Padfoot would take you to your first party, Peter would take you on Tuesdays when he did not have to work and I would be the soft uncle who gave you what ever you wanted because you were our precious son. How we had plans for you Harry, for us. How different things turned out to be. But I realized one thing Harry, when I was looking at that picture. We had all maintained that we would look after you, you were ours and I know that in my heart, if I ever left you on this earth by yourself in your time of need, Sirius, James and Lily would never forgive me. It would be like I betrayed them, like peter had. Your parents loved you more than anything else; they wanted the best for you and I Remus. J. Lupin am going to make sure that that happens. I know that they are watching us, screaming at us to stop feeling the pain for them and to do something about it and I am going to listen to them.
Harry I have you and you have me and I intend to finish the job that James, Lily and Sirius took upon. Harry, I am here for you. Always and anytime. I am personally going to make sure that you kill Voldemort, so that the memory of Lily, Padfoot and Prongs can lie in peace. Harry we must to it for them, it is what they want. And I am, going to be with you all the way, Harry, until the very end. Please take care and I shall write very soon Remus
Harry reread the letter and cried.
Ok that was it! Please tell me what you think....I did not expect it to be that long but I hope you enjoyed it!