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Chapter 2
The War Begins
Harry could not believe his eyes. The newspaper Uncle Vernon had just handed him was telling the story of how three small villages with a combined population of approximately seven hundred people had been burned down the previous night. Onlookers had described the scene as "Fire and green fireworks.'' Harry thought he knew who was behind this but the muggles obviously did not. "Well?" Uncle Vernon whispered threateningly, "well what?" asked Harry knowing what his Uncle would say. "This was your lot who did this, your freakish race will pay for this you mark my words."
Harry did not answer but simply rushed up the stairs. Hedwig was sitting on top of her cage waiting for him, a mouse in her beak and a wrapped around her outstretched leg. Harry opened the letter.
Harry stay where you are, I am coming to get you immediately, your uncle and aunt's home is no longer safe. It is, as I feared. Pack your bags I will be there for you in an hour.
Albus Dumbledore
Harry didn't need telling twice. He had packed his things within ten minutes and lay waiting in a stupor on his bed wondering, why was Dumbledore himself coming. Was he in such danger?
Five minutes before Dumbledore was due to arrive his answer came. The familiar sound of someone apparating met Harry's ears- five times. Harry rushed to the window and sure enough, five houses down stood a group of cloaked figures. As they turned around looking for number four Lucius' pale blue eyes met Harry's who quickly ducked. It was too late he had been seen.
Two seconds later the apparating sound was heard in Harry's bedroom this time the person whom had appeared in Harry's bedroom was far more welcome, it was Dumbledore. Harry was saved. Dumbledore simply stuck his head out of the window with his wand pointing towards the Death Eaters who had stopped dead feet from reaching the Dursley's front lawn. They looked up at Dumbledore with looks of disgust and instantly dissapparated.
"We are taking a portkey Harry." Dumbledore nodded towards and old sock on the floor and muttered "Portus." Without speaking to each other the two people who were vital in vanquishing the Dark Lord grabbed the sock and a familiar jerk later Harry found himself in Dumbledore's office along with his trunk. He had not expected to be here for over a month and yet, here he was. He had left the Dursley's without a word of notice but he doubted they might. Yet, he fell guilty "What if the Death Eaters returned to Privet Drive?"
As if reading his mind Dumbledore said "Do not worry about you aunt and uncle Harry they are safe." Harry needed no more persuasion and instead asked the elderly Headmaster "What are we doing here?" "Well Harry I believe it is time to begin you're training." Dumbledore said gravely. "Training?" asked Harry nonplussed. "Yes, it is my responsibility to make you ready for battle with Voldemort." "What will you be teaching me?" asked Harry astounded. Since I have not yet gotten permission for you to use magic this summer we will have to start by talking about what you want to learn and we will be studying the theory. Because this year I will teach you very complex spells, which without theory you will not be able to practice." "Oh..." "This is enough talking for today Harry I have things to do I will be speaking to you more in days to come. In the meantime read this." He hadn't Harry a book that Harry felt sure was too restricted to belong even in the restricted section of the library. It was called The Darkest of Magic.
Chapter 2
The War Begins
Harry could not believe his eyes. The newspaper Uncle Vernon had just handed him was telling the story of how three small villages with a combined population of approximately seven hundred people had been burned down the previous night. Onlookers had described the scene as "Fire and green fireworks.'' Harry thought he knew who was behind this but the muggles obviously did not. "Well?" Uncle Vernon whispered threateningly, "well what?" asked Harry knowing what his Uncle would say. "This was your lot who did this, your freakish race will pay for this you mark my words."
Harry did not answer but simply rushed up the stairs. Hedwig was sitting on top of her cage waiting for him, a mouse in her beak and a wrapped around her outstretched leg. Harry opened the letter.
Harry stay where you are, I am coming to get you immediately, your uncle and aunt's home is no longer safe. It is, as I feared. Pack your bags I will be there for you in an hour.
Albus Dumbledore
Harry didn't need telling twice. He had packed his things within ten minutes and lay waiting in a stupor on his bed wondering, why was Dumbledore himself coming. Was he in such danger?
Five minutes before Dumbledore was due to arrive his answer came. The familiar sound of someone apparating met Harry's ears- five times. Harry rushed to the window and sure enough, five houses down stood a group of cloaked figures. As they turned around looking for number four Lucius' pale blue eyes met Harry's who quickly ducked. It was too late he had been seen.
Two seconds later the apparating sound was heard in Harry's bedroom this time the person whom had appeared in Harry's bedroom was far more welcome, it was Dumbledore. Harry was saved. Dumbledore simply stuck his head out of the window with his wand pointing towards the Death Eaters who had stopped dead feet from reaching the Dursley's front lawn. They looked up at Dumbledore with looks of disgust and instantly dissapparated.
"We are taking a portkey Harry." Dumbledore nodded towards and old sock on the floor and muttered "Portus." Without speaking to each other the two people who were vital in vanquishing the Dark Lord grabbed the sock and a familiar jerk later Harry found himself in Dumbledore's office along with his trunk. He had not expected to be here for over a month and yet, here he was. He had left the Dursley's without a word of notice but he doubted they might. Yet, he fell guilty "What if the Death Eaters returned to Privet Drive?"
As if reading his mind Dumbledore said "Do not worry about you aunt and uncle Harry they are safe." Harry needed no more persuasion and instead asked the elderly Headmaster "What are we doing here?" "Well Harry I believe it is time to begin you're training." Dumbledore said gravely. "Training?" asked Harry nonplussed. "Yes, it is my responsibility to make you ready for battle with Voldemort." "What will you be teaching me?" asked Harry astounded. Since I have not yet gotten permission for you to use magic this summer we will have to start by talking about what you want to learn and we will be studying the theory. Because this year I will teach you very complex spells, which without theory you will not be able to practice." "Oh..." "This is enough talking for today Harry I have things to do I will be speaking to you more in days to come. In the meantime read this." He hadn't Harry a book that Harry felt sure was too restricted to belong even in the restricted section of the library. It was called The Darkest of Magic.