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McGonagall, or... everyone. So don't sue.
A word to my lovely reviewers. More critiscim please. I don't know what im doing wrong... but I know there must be something.
Chapter 33 (holy crap!)
Revenge on Big D, Ickle Diddykims, Dinky Diddydums etc....
Ok, it was official, his role in the wizarding world wasn't over. But what on earth was he gonna do now? There was no one he could contact... it clicked, Mrs. Figg! Arabella had a fireplace connected to the Floo network! All he had to do was get there...Harry winced; his eye where it had connected with the wizards face was beginning to hurt.
He began to run, leaving the dark, dirty street where he had confronted the man and pelting through the darkening day towards Privet Drive, ignoring the pedestrians he passed and the animals he jumped over in his sprint.
Harry wasn't as fit as he had been at the start of the year, though he was no where near as bad as Dudley, but he found that he was soon gasping for breath, and felt as if his lungs were on fire. He kept going. 'I can rest later.' He kept murmuring to himself.
Rounding a corner he came face to face with Dudley's gang. They were grouped around a little boy wearing jeans and a t shirt, who was kneeling, looking like he was praying feverishly. Piers had a grip on his shirt, and he obviously wasn't going anywhere. Harry recognized Mark Evans.
"Hey look! Its Potty POTTER!!" shrieked on of the guys, Malcom.
"Get him!" yelled Piers.
Harry ducked a punch and yelled, loud enough to shock them, especially Dudley, as Potter hadn't uttered a word since his return a month ago,
"STOP!"
ducking another swing, "Dudley knows what I can do to you. That's why Icle Diddykims isn't goin' for me. Let Evans go and nick off, or I'll turn you into frogs." He was panting sill, trying to catch his breath.
"ickle Diddykims?" asked Malcom, a look of disbelief crossing his face.
"Tell them what I am Dudley," growled Harry, past caring what happened. "Tell them you have an abnormal cousin. Tell them I could kill them with a word."
Dudley went red, first with anger, ands then pale with fear.
"I'll call the Dementor's Dudley!" Harry bellowed, raising his wand. Dudley paled even but said nothing. he now looked as if he had not seen sun in several decades.
"What is going on?" asked Malcom, looking between his leader and his enemy.
"That does it." Growled Harry when nothing came out of Dudley's mouth. He whispered a simple spell.
"Lumos."
The light burst from his wand, and all the muggles winced.
"Let's get out of here!" Screamed Dudley, and took of. After a seconds hesitation both Piers and Malcom followed, leaving Mark Evans shivering on the ground at the lanky boy standing with a glowing stick in his hand.
Harry put his wand out and stowed it, and smiled at Evans,
"Glow sticks are fun, aren't they?" he grinned as the boy scrambled to his feet, "they already think I'm weird, so I though id prove it. How are you?"
The boy stared at him for a second and then grinned, "Fine. My mums a mediwitch, she'll patch me up."
Ther was silence. A roaring screamed through his ears. He blinked for a second, and then said quietly, "How old are you?"
"Just about to start at Hogwarts," said the boy proudly, "I'm eleven."
"And you know who I am?" asked Harry quietly.
"Sure do. You're Harry Potter, you defeated the Dark Lord, both times. It's an honour to meet you." The boy held out a hand and Harry shook, still dumbfounded. He was opening his mouth to ask where he lived when an incantation, spoken in a deep dangerous voice issued into the darkness. It was followed by a Crack of Apparating. Harry gripped Mark's shoulder, and looked around, his wand sliding from its strap into his hand.
The Dark Mark appeared in the air, not ten metres away.
Mark screamed when he saw the glowing green sign, and Harry grabbed him as he turned to run.
"Stay with me," he hissed, "and we go this way." He pointed to under the dark mark. The boy stared at him as if he was mad.
"They'll be expecting us to go that way." Harry pointed to the quickest way away from the sign. Half dragging the boy the headed for the sign, which was hovering in the middle of the deserted street.
Terrified screams split the air. Harry an Evans froze, it appeared that Dudleys gang had been found. Harry looked around, torn between safely getting away (he was so sick of being the hero, why couldn't he run, just once?) and playing the rescuer.
Evans turned and looked up at him, pale but trusting. That decided Harry. He would have to help his cousin. After all, family was family, no matter how rotund.
He and Evans turned and ran towards where the screams were still coming from, and again Harry found himself sprinting. He swore silently he was going to go to the gym more often.
They found the three members of big D's gang curled up on the ground in the park, all of them whining and sobbing. Strangely enough, Dudley, who had been through this sort of thing before, was the quietest, sitting beside his friends, sobbing quietly.
Three Dementor's were circling them, along with three Death Eaters, their dark robes billowing as they paced, and their wands out.
"Tell us where the Potter Boy is!" snarled on of them to Pies, who just blubbered even more.
"Hey!" yelled Harry, shoving Evans behind a convenient tree, "over here you mongrels!"
They all turned, the Dementor's to meet a barrage of Prongs, and the Death Eaters to duck the stunning spell. They fired back of course, but Harry had his wand, the courage he had inherited from his father, and the joy of knowing his magic was back. In the end, the Death Eaters apparated, each sporting some sort of injury.
Harry rummaged through his pockets, found a candy bar, handed a piece to the pale, shivering Evans and shared the rest among Dudley's gang. They revived, and Dudley was soon composed enough to murmur,
"I thought you weren't one anymore." His eyes had sunken in, leaving him looking a lot like Sirius, except for the extra weight. Harry felt a quick pang.
Harry smiled at his cousin, "so did I. Take your friends home Dudley. Oh, and Dudley," he added as the boxer got to his feet, "If I hear that they've been spreading what happened, you'll all lose your memory, and maybe more. And leave the Evans boy alone. He's like me."
Dudley paled and then flushed, but nodded, and half dragged his friend's home.
Harry went over to Evans, who was leaning against a tree.
"Is it always like that?" asked the little boy, and Harry stared at him for a second,
"Not from now on it won't be." Said Harry.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Harry turned to see Dumbledore, McGonagall, Lupin and Tonks appear. He smiled. Always after the fact. Evans gasped, and Harry raised an eyebrow at him as the eleven year old went forwards.
"Professor Dumbledore sir!" he said, reminding Harry of Dobby, "it's a pleasure to meet you! And professor McGonagall," the boy turned to the elderly witch, "I hope I'm in Gryffindor!"
All four adults stared at the little boy, stunned, Harry chuckled.
"He's met a few interesting people tonight." He said, coming over, "I think he's a little overwhelmed."
"Harry!" said Lupin happily, giving him a hug, "when Mrs. Figg told us that there had been the Dark Mark Cast we didn't know what to think."
Harry smiled grimly, "three Death Eaters, and three Dementor's. They attacked Dudley and his gang. I gave them some chocolate and they've gone home."
Dumbledore stared at him for a second, his gaze piercing, "am I to understand, Harry, that you fought them off?"
Harry nodded, and said, "I don't suppose you'll believe me when I tell you that I seem to have re-acquired my magical ability, but it's true."
"Prove it!" said Tonks quickly.
"lumos." Said Harry, adding his wands light to the street lights.
"proved." Said Tonks weakly.
"Oh ****!" said Harry, rummaging in his pockets for the newspaper, "I forgot, I saw the Death Eater that blew up the bridge when the Hogwarts express was attacked earlier today, and was going to Mrs. Figg's when this happened. He had marked this add."
He handed the Professor the paper, and the elderly wizard read it, frowning slightly.
"Shows it really does pay to read the muggle newspapers," commented Lupin, reading over Dumbledore's shoulder."
Harry turned to Mark, "how far away is your house?"
"A block." Answered the boy.
"Off you go, and mind you run."
The boy took of, with a surprisingly cheerful wave. Harry watched the little figure until he was out of sight.
"This confirms a suspicion that I formed a little while ago, Harry. Thank you." Said Dumbledore gravely.
"What are we going to do?" asked Lupin, rereading the add, "something so simple but so easy to miss." He added, eyeing the add in the muggle newspaper.
Harry watched Dumbledore think.
"For now we will return to Hogwarts. Harry, you'll come with us. I'll send Bella a note so she can inform their relative of your disappearance-"
"They'll be overjoyed."
"And that your safe-"
"How depressing for them."
"And will be returning soon-"
"Do I have to?"
"To collect your luggage." Finished Dumbledore, smiling at the teenager.
"They'll probably burn it after Dudley tells them what happened earlier." Harry commented dully.
They all appparated to the Shrieking Shack, it being unprotected by the anti-apparition wards of the school, and connected to the school by the tunnel, it was one of the more practical arrival and departure points.
As they descended into the long tunnel, Harry began to think of another time he had been there, with Sirius and Lupin. He heard the terrible snarl of the werewolf, and the shriek as Hermione realized that Lupin was changing, and saw Pettigrew running away in his rat form. He wondered where Wormtail was. As far as he knew he hadn't been caught. But he had been kept deliberately out of circulation for the last little while.
"Alright there Harry?" asked Lupin. Harry looked up at him. The lines had disappeared from his face, and he looked young again, as if the cares of the last few years had fallen away. But Harry could see in his eyes that he was remembering too. He smiled, his heart feeling heavy. Lupin didn't need anything else to worry him.
"Fine. Just happy to be back."
"Happy to have you back." Commented Tonks, hooking an arm through Lupin's. Harry glanced between them for a second before raising an eyebrow at Lupin. His elder friend blushed, and Harry had to fight back a chuckle. Now he knew the reason for the light heartedness in Lupin's face.
They exited the tunnel at the whomping Willow. The castle stood before them, still and silent, but welcoming and familiar. Harry smiled again. It was nice to be back.
"The Weasley's have been informed of what happened at the park, and will be waiting for news." Commented Dumbledore as they led their way to the castle, "I believe they will be very pleased to see you Mr. Potter. Especially since you seem to have, er, become a wizard again."
"The Prophets gonna have a field day with that." Murmured Lupin, and Tonks nodded, "they'll be saying that it was a publicity stunt."
"Don't be so sure." Murmured Dumbledore as they walked swiftly down a sandstone corridor, "Harry defeated Voldemort. In the public eye he can do no wrong. You've seen the statue in Hogsmead."
At Harry's glowering look Lupin laughed, "That's right. People have hung wreaths on it Harry, in homage or something. It's rather sad really."
"I'm glad someone agrees." Grumbled Harry, sticking his hands in his pockets glumly.
"I think the statues great!" said Tonks brightly, "have you seen it Harry? No? Well, it's of you holding your wand at your side, and Voldemort is lying on the ground. But as not many people now what he looked like, the carver gave him really long hair that covers his face so no one can see it. You're looking down at him really sadly. Its brass that's been highly polished..."
She would have gone on in this vein if Harry hadn't stopped her,
"Nymphadora, please shut up." He said brusquely. It was the name that stopped her more than the tone. Lupin chuckled, but froze as both Tonks and Harry glared at him. Dumbledore chuckled. Tonks didn't have the guts to glare at him, but Harry sure did.
"Flopsam and Jetsam." Said Dumbledore at the entrance to his office.
They ascended the stairs. The office was occupied by the Weasley's. All of them, even Ginny was there. They were all very happy to see him, and he had to tell them what happened over and over before it sun in that he was back. Ginny linked arms with the twins and did some sort of celebratory dance until Molly scolded them, but they only stopped for a second, and then they were off again. The portraits hanging on the walls were watching, most probably woken from their slumber, and all of them tutting like hens.
Harry looked around after everything had calmed down. Ron was standing loyally beside him, and everyone was talking at once, though thankfully not to him.
"Nice to be back?" asked Ron from beside him.
Harry turned and smiled, "you have no idea!"
An; that's that Chapter. I should really end it there, but I have an idea for how I want it to end, so I'm going to put u through some more torture yet. Unfortunately, I don't know how ill get there. Any suggestions? Please? And as usual, if u don't review I won't post anymore, so REVIEW!!
A word to my lovely reviewers. More critiscim please. I don't know what im doing wrong... but I know there must be something.
Chapter 33 (holy crap!)
Revenge on Big D, Ickle Diddykims, Dinky Diddydums etc....
Ok, it was official, his role in the wizarding world wasn't over. But what on earth was he gonna do now? There was no one he could contact... it clicked, Mrs. Figg! Arabella had a fireplace connected to the Floo network! All he had to do was get there...Harry winced; his eye where it had connected with the wizards face was beginning to hurt.
He began to run, leaving the dark, dirty street where he had confronted the man and pelting through the darkening day towards Privet Drive, ignoring the pedestrians he passed and the animals he jumped over in his sprint.
Harry wasn't as fit as he had been at the start of the year, though he was no where near as bad as Dudley, but he found that he was soon gasping for breath, and felt as if his lungs were on fire. He kept going. 'I can rest later.' He kept murmuring to himself.
Rounding a corner he came face to face with Dudley's gang. They were grouped around a little boy wearing jeans and a t shirt, who was kneeling, looking like he was praying feverishly. Piers had a grip on his shirt, and he obviously wasn't going anywhere. Harry recognized Mark Evans.
"Hey look! Its Potty POTTER!!" shrieked on of the guys, Malcom.
"Get him!" yelled Piers.
Harry ducked a punch and yelled, loud enough to shock them, especially Dudley, as Potter hadn't uttered a word since his return a month ago,
"STOP!"
ducking another swing, "Dudley knows what I can do to you. That's why Icle Diddykims isn't goin' for me. Let Evans go and nick off, or I'll turn you into frogs." He was panting sill, trying to catch his breath.
"ickle Diddykims?" asked Malcom, a look of disbelief crossing his face.
"Tell them what I am Dudley," growled Harry, past caring what happened. "Tell them you have an abnormal cousin. Tell them I could kill them with a word."
Dudley went red, first with anger, ands then pale with fear.
"I'll call the Dementor's Dudley!" Harry bellowed, raising his wand. Dudley paled even but said nothing. he now looked as if he had not seen sun in several decades.
"What is going on?" asked Malcom, looking between his leader and his enemy.
"That does it." Growled Harry when nothing came out of Dudley's mouth. He whispered a simple spell.
"Lumos."
The light burst from his wand, and all the muggles winced.
"Let's get out of here!" Screamed Dudley, and took of. After a seconds hesitation both Piers and Malcom followed, leaving Mark Evans shivering on the ground at the lanky boy standing with a glowing stick in his hand.
Harry put his wand out and stowed it, and smiled at Evans,
"Glow sticks are fun, aren't they?" he grinned as the boy scrambled to his feet, "they already think I'm weird, so I though id prove it. How are you?"
The boy stared at him for a second and then grinned, "Fine. My mums a mediwitch, she'll patch me up."
Ther was silence. A roaring screamed through his ears. He blinked for a second, and then said quietly, "How old are you?"
"Just about to start at Hogwarts," said the boy proudly, "I'm eleven."
"And you know who I am?" asked Harry quietly.
"Sure do. You're Harry Potter, you defeated the Dark Lord, both times. It's an honour to meet you." The boy held out a hand and Harry shook, still dumbfounded. He was opening his mouth to ask where he lived when an incantation, spoken in a deep dangerous voice issued into the darkness. It was followed by a Crack of Apparating. Harry gripped Mark's shoulder, and looked around, his wand sliding from its strap into his hand.
The Dark Mark appeared in the air, not ten metres away.
Mark screamed when he saw the glowing green sign, and Harry grabbed him as he turned to run.
"Stay with me," he hissed, "and we go this way." He pointed to under the dark mark. The boy stared at him as if he was mad.
"They'll be expecting us to go that way." Harry pointed to the quickest way away from the sign. Half dragging the boy the headed for the sign, which was hovering in the middle of the deserted street.
Terrified screams split the air. Harry an Evans froze, it appeared that Dudleys gang had been found. Harry looked around, torn between safely getting away (he was so sick of being the hero, why couldn't he run, just once?) and playing the rescuer.
Evans turned and looked up at him, pale but trusting. That decided Harry. He would have to help his cousin. After all, family was family, no matter how rotund.
He and Evans turned and ran towards where the screams were still coming from, and again Harry found himself sprinting. He swore silently he was going to go to the gym more often.
They found the three members of big D's gang curled up on the ground in the park, all of them whining and sobbing. Strangely enough, Dudley, who had been through this sort of thing before, was the quietest, sitting beside his friends, sobbing quietly.
Three Dementor's were circling them, along with three Death Eaters, their dark robes billowing as they paced, and their wands out.
"Tell us where the Potter Boy is!" snarled on of them to Pies, who just blubbered even more.
"Hey!" yelled Harry, shoving Evans behind a convenient tree, "over here you mongrels!"
They all turned, the Dementor's to meet a barrage of Prongs, and the Death Eaters to duck the stunning spell. They fired back of course, but Harry had his wand, the courage he had inherited from his father, and the joy of knowing his magic was back. In the end, the Death Eaters apparated, each sporting some sort of injury.
Harry rummaged through his pockets, found a candy bar, handed a piece to the pale, shivering Evans and shared the rest among Dudley's gang. They revived, and Dudley was soon composed enough to murmur,
"I thought you weren't one anymore." His eyes had sunken in, leaving him looking a lot like Sirius, except for the extra weight. Harry felt a quick pang.
Harry smiled at his cousin, "so did I. Take your friends home Dudley. Oh, and Dudley," he added as the boxer got to his feet, "If I hear that they've been spreading what happened, you'll all lose your memory, and maybe more. And leave the Evans boy alone. He's like me."
Dudley paled and then flushed, but nodded, and half dragged his friend's home.
Harry went over to Evans, who was leaning against a tree.
"Is it always like that?" asked the little boy, and Harry stared at him for a second,
"Not from now on it won't be." Said Harry.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Harry turned to see Dumbledore, McGonagall, Lupin and Tonks appear. He smiled. Always after the fact. Evans gasped, and Harry raised an eyebrow at him as the eleven year old went forwards.
"Professor Dumbledore sir!" he said, reminding Harry of Dobby, "it's a pleasure to meet you! And professor McGonagall," the boy turned to the elderly witch, "I hope I'm in Gryffindor!"
All four adults stared at the little boy, stunned, Harry chuckled.
"He's met a few interesting people tonight." He said, coming over, "I think he's a little overwhelmed."
"Harry!" said Lupin happily, giving him a hug, "when Mrs. Figg told us that there had been the Dark Mark Cast we didn't know what to think."
Harry smiled grimly, "three Death Eaters, and three Dementor's. They attacked Dudley and his gang. I gave them some chocolate and they've gone home."
Dumbledore stared at him for a second, his gaze piercing, "am I to understand, Harry, that you fought them off?"
Harry nodded, and said, "I don't suppose you'll believe me when I tell you that I seem to have re-acquired my magical ability, but it's true."
"Prove it!" said Tonks quickly.
"lumos." Said Harry, adding his wands light to the street lights.
"proved." Said Tonks weakly.
"Oh ****!" said Harry, rummaging in his pockets for the newspaper, "I forgot, I saw the Death Eater that blew up the bridge when the Hogwarts express was attacked earlier today, and was going to Mrs. Figg's when this happened. He had marked this add."
He handed the Professor the paper, and the elderly wizard read it, frowning slightly.
"Shows it really does pay to read the muggle newspapers," commented Lupin, reading over Dumbledore's shoulder."
Harry turned to Mark, "how far away is your house?"
"A block." Answered the boy.
"Off you go, and mind you run."
The boy took of, with a surprisingly cheerful wave. Harry watched the little figure until he was out of sight.
"This confirms a suspicion that I formed a little while ago, Harry. Thank you." Said Dumbledore gravely.
"What are we going to do?" asked Lupin, rereading the add, "something so simple but so easy to miss." He added, eyeing the add in the muggle newspaper.
Harry watched Dumbledore think.
"For now we will return to Hogwarts. Harry, you'll come with us. I'll send Bella a note so she can inform their relative of your disappearance-"
"They'll be overjoyed."
"And that your safe-"
"How depressing for them."
"And will be returning soon-"
"Do I have to?"
"To collect your luggage." Finished Dumbledore, smiling at the teenager.
"They'll probably burn it after Dudley tells them what happened earlier." Harry commented dully.
They all appparated to the Shrieking Shack, it being unprotected by the anti-apparition wards of the school, and connected to the school by the tunnel, it was one of the more practical arrival and departure points.
As they descended into the long tunnel, Harry began to think of another time he had been there, with Sirius and Lupin. He heard the terrible snarl of the werewolf, and the shriek as Hermione realized that Lupin was changing, and saw Pettigrew running away in his rat form. He wondered where Wormtail was. As far as he knew he hadn't been caught. But he had been kept deliberately out of circulation for the last little while.
"Alright there Harry?" asked Lupin. Harry looked up at him. The lines had disappeared from his face, and he looked young again, as if the cares of the last few years had fallen away. But Harry could see in his eyes that he was remembering too. He smiled, his heart feeling heavy. Lupin didn't need anything else to worry him.
"Fine. Just happy to be back."
"Happy to have you back." Commented Tonks, hooking an arm through Lupin's. Harry glanced between them for a second before raising an eyebrow at Lupin. His elder friend blushed, and Harry had to fight back a chuckle. Now he knew the reason for the light heartedness in Lupin's face.
They exited the tunnel at the whomping Willow. The castle stood before them, still and silent, but welcoming and familiar. Harry smiled again. It was nice to be back.
"The Weasley's have been informed of what happened at the park, and will be waiting for news." Commented Dumbledore as they led their way to the castle, "I believe they will be very pleased to see you Mr. Potter. Especially since you seem to have, er, become a wizard again."
"The Prophets gonna have a field day with that." Murmured Lupin, and Tonks nodded, "they'll be saying that it was a publicity stunt."
"Don't be so sure." Murmured Dumbledore as they walked swiftly down a sandstone corridor, "Harry defeated Voldemort. In the public eye he can do no wrong. You've seen the statue in Hogsmead."
At Harry's glowering look Lupin laughed, "That's right. People have hung wreaths on it Harry, in homage or something. It's rather sad really."
"I'm glad someone agrees." Grumbled Harry, sticking his hands in his pockets glumly.
"I think the statues great!" said Tonks brightly, "have you seen it Harry? No? Well, it's of you holding your wand at your side, and Voldemort is lying on the ground. But as not many people now what he looked like, the carver gave him really long hair that covers his face so no one can see it. You're looking down at him really sadly. Its brass that's been highly polished..."
She would have gone on in this vein if Harry hadn't stopped her,
"Nymphadora, please shut up." He said brusquely. It was the name that stopped her more than the tone. Lupin chuckled, but froze as both Tonks and Harry glared at him. Dumbledore chuckled. Tonks didn't have the guts to glare at him, but Harry sure did.
"Flopsam and Jetsam." Said Dumbledore at the entrance to his office.
They ascended the stairs. The office was occupied by the Weasley's. All of them, even Ginny was there. They were all very happy to see him, and he had to tell them what happened over and over before it sun in that he was back. Ginny linked arms with the twins and did some sort of celebratory dance until Molly scolded them, but they only stopped for a second, and then they were off again. The portraits hanging on the walls were watching, most probably woken from their slumber, and all of them tutting like hens.
Harry looked around after everything had calmed down. Ron was standing loyally beside him, and everyone was talking at once, though thankfully not to him.
"Nice to be back?" asked Ron from beside him.
Harry turned and smiled, "you have no idea!"
An; that's that Chapter. I should really end it there, but I have an idea for how I want it to end, so I'm going to put u through some more torture yet. Unfortunately, I don't know how ill get there. Any suggestions? Please? And as usual, if u don't review I won't post anymore, so REVIEW!!