Harry Potter
and the Princesses for Magic
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its concepts, JK Rowling does. It would be cool to own it though.... *fantasizes about writing Harry Potter books and jumping in money. Suddenly gets out of day-dreaming*. OKAY! Now back to reality!
Author's Note: Hey readers! If you're reading this, I totally thank you! Super thanks to those 3 reviewers who reviewed my last chapter! So after slaving over this thing for a year, I finally came up with this: my fanfic. NOw this chapter's called 'the burning scar'. DUNDUNDAAAA!!!! Well, the title might give you a hint, so PLEEASE read and review!
Chapter 2
The Burning Scar
Harry woke up after a long, deep sleep of horrible nightmares. He was dripping with cold sweat all over. He had just woken up from another nightmare of that terrible night at the Ministry of Magic. Once he remembered all that happened in his dream, he remembered the war that was going on.
Could there really be a war against Lord Voldemort? he though to himself. And who would be battling him? He thought it over very much. Then he had an idea: could it be Dumbledore who was battling him? Harry knew that the only person Voldemort feared, other than Harry, was Professor Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But of course, Dumbledore lived in England, or did he? Would he go all the way to the Wizard World Sicily to have a war with Voldemort? But, would he want to have a war?
Harry was also frustrated about the fact that the Ministry of Magic, nor the Order of the Phoenix, didn't contact him about the matter. Of anyone who should know about the war, it should be him! It would be either Harry or Lord Voldemort who would die in the end, wouldn't it? He became even more confused with all those questions swirling around in his head.
He hopped off his bed, but slipped. He had a severe pain in his foot. He remembered he had broken his ankle the day before, and it still hadn't healed. He suddenly remembered about the appointment to go to the doctor's at 10 am. He looked aside to where his alarm clock was: it was 9 o'clock, enough time to get ready.
He grabbed his letters and put them on his bed. He limped to Hedwig's cage, as the white owl slept soundly inside, and tapped it. Unfortunately, Hedwig didn't wake up. She was sound asleep. Harry tapped her cage, but yet again, she didn't budge. Harry got fed up and tapped Hedwig on her head. Hedwig woke up with an angry look in her large owl eyes and gave a raging hoot at Harry.
"Hedwig, I know you want to sleep in, but a job is a job! I need you to deliver these to Hogwarts, the Wizarding Examination Authority, Ron, Hagrid, Hermione and Remus. Be careful when you deliver Hermoine's letter, do that last. Just don't go anywhere near Sicily, okay? Be safe and have a good flight!"
He took Hedwig out of her cage, tied the letters to her foot, perched her on his arm and let her fly away. He watched the owl fly until Hedwig was out of sight in the large, bright blue sky in his window.
Remembering about his appointment, he got dressed. Once he was ready, he limped downstairs to eat breakfast. He went down the stairs and into the kitchen where he sat on an empty chair between Uncle Vernon and Dudley. Aunt Petunia went over to Uncle Vernon, kissed him on the cheek and gave him his breakfast: scrambled eggs, golden brown toast, bacon, sausages, a muffin, oranges and coffee. The aroma of everything on his plate and cup hovered in the air, giving the kitchen a warm, welcoming morning feel to it. She went over to Dudley, pinched his cheek and gave him his breakfast: oranges, low-fat yogurt, kiwis, grapefruit, whole grain toast with low-fat jam (no butter or margarine at all) and a glass of orange juice. Dudley quickly looked at his breakfast and became extremely red in the face (Harry thought he looked like an overgrown tomato).
"Mom! What is this filth?" questioned Dudley in rage. "Look at this! Fruits, brown, ugly toast without any butter and low-fat yogurt! I want a decent breakfast! I don't want to become a rabbit!"
"Now, Diddy Duddykins, your father and I have decided to put you on a diet," she said. "It's only for your own good, Dinkly Dins."
"But- But - I want my real breakfast!"
"NOW LISTEN BOY," screamed Uncle Vernon with a purple face. "I WILL NOT TAKE THIS RUBBISH! IF YOU DON'T SMARTEN UP, WE'LL NEED THE JAWS OF LIFE TO GET YOU OUT OF YOUR PANTS!"
Harry burst out laughing once again. The subject of Dudley's weight was becoming a hilarious soap opera. They all looked with anger at him. Aunt Petunia laid down next to Harry a platter of a couple of slices of golden toast, scrambled eggs, sausages and bagel with cream cheese and a cup of orange juice. Uncle Vernon noticed how awfully loud Harry was laughing and darted his angry, tiny bulging eyes at him.
"AND YOU!" he screamed, now looking even more purple than before. "I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR A SOUND OUT OF YOU! THIS DOESN'T CONCERN YOU! EVEN THOUGH DUDLEY IS VERY FAT, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MORE ABNORMAL! AND SO IS YOUR KIND! SO DON'T LOOK AT US LIKE THAT, BECAUSE YOU ABSOLUTELY KNOW THAT YOU'RE TWICE AS STRANGE!"
"Vernon dear, don't yell at the boy!" scolded Aunt Petunia, looking disappointed at him. "We discussed this; no more jokes and comments of his... his kind."
"But the boy needs to be have a lesson of respect towards people having arguments that don't concern him!" shouted Uncle Vernon.
"Then just tell him!" implied Aunt Petunia. She turned to Harry. "Harry, please don't laugh at our arguments. They're serious and there's nothing funny about them."
"Yes, Aunt Petunia," agreed Harry, feeling a bit ashamed about himself.
Harry quickly stopped laughing. He ate his delicious breakfast, laid his plate in the sink and headed out the door.
"I'm going to brush my teeth to get ready for the doctor's appointment," told Harry, as he limped out of the kitchen.
But before he went out of the kitchen, Aunt Petunia stopped him.
"Just a minute, Harry," she said in a sleek voice. "Tell us, what happened with Champion yesterday?"
"Well, w-well...See, the truth is, I was walking Champion when he got loose. I rushed after him. I caught him and when I looked up I saw Fred, Ed and Ned. Then they started chasing me and..."
He knew he couldn't tell about the car, so he quickly made something up.
"...but they lost me when I went into the forest. I walked backwards into a ditch and broke my ankle. Champion found me and I brought him back. That's it really."
"Well, Fred, Ed and Ned told Dudley that you made a car go tow-"
Suddenly, it was as if everything was paused; everything and everyone was frozen in time. Harry tried to see if he could still budge, and he moved with as much ease as usual. He could move, but apparently the Dursley family couldn't. Why was this so? Did he do something wrong? Had he used magic?
A group of wizards burst into the door. One of the men was a balding man with some bit of red in his hair. He knew immediately who it was. It was Arthur Weasley, Ron Weasley's father. He worked in the Ministry of Magic: the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.
"Well hello, Harry!" he said with a big smile. "How are you?"
"Oh, I'm all right. But what are you doing here? Isn't the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office your job?"
"I'm here concerning the car incident. Yes it is, Harry, but somebody in this department was sick and since I have experience in handling with Muggles seeing magic, I volunteered. I also volunteered because you were involved. I'm getting another raise for this."
"I heard of your previous raise. Congratulations!"
"Thank you. Well, I guess I should put a Memory Charm on these Muggles. We already dealt with the car and those three brothers. This is our last stop."
Three of the men waved their wands and performed the Memory Charm on each member of the Dursley family.
"Well, I have to go," sighed Mr. Weasley, looking at the clock on the wall. "By the way, I heard you'll be visiting Remus."
"Oh yes, in two weeks, but I have to ask the Dursleys first."
"Well I'd better be off. I'll see you in Diagon Alley. Goodbye!"
"Goodbye!"
All the men walked out of the room and out the house. The Dursleys started moving again. They all looked confused of what happened. Aunt Petunia looked at Harry in a suspicious manner.
"W-w-w-what was I saying before?" she said, putting her hand to her head.
"You...I was just telling you that a friend of my late dad sent me a letter and wrote that I could stay with him for a while."
"Is that all right with Professor Dumbidorn?" asked Aunt Petunia in a worried look.
"His name is Dumbledore, and he told me it was all right. Can I go?"
"I suppose so," said Aunt Petunia. "When will you be visiting this person?"
"In about two weeks."
"All right."
With Aunt Petunia not looking, Vernon and Dudley gave each other giant excited smiles.
"So, you'll be gone for two weeks?" asked Vernon with glee spread all over his face.
"Yes."
"All right," he sighed happily, turning back to his newspaper.
"You should go and get ready for the doctor's appointment," reminded Aunt Petunia.
Harry went upstairs to brush his teeth and wash his face. He limped down the stairs as Aunt Petunia was putting on her coat in the foyer.
"Hurry up!" she said. "We have to be there soon!"
Harry hurriedly put on his shoes and jacket and headed out the door into the car. They drove all the way to the doctor's office, where the doctor examined his ankle and gave him a cast. It was the first time Harry was in a cast, and he felt it quite odd on his foot.
When they arrived back at the house, Harry limped upstairs to start packing for his trip. He was so excited about it that it was all he wanted to do at the moment. He grabbed some extra empty suit cases and started packing. It was very easy, considering he didn't have very many things. He even put away the new clothes that he gotten for his birthday.
When he was half-way through packing, he felt a burn in his scar. He tried to ignore it, but the burning kept on getting stronger and stronger. He heard strange noises coming from outside the house, very suspicious noises.
He looked out the window and there he saw a parade of witches and wizards. He
saw his friends, such as Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. He also saw Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister. He saw some graduated Hogwarts students as well such as Fred and George Weasley, Ron's twin older joke-pulling brothers and Percy Weasley, Ron's snobbish older brother who worked for Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic. He even noticed Hagrid and the teachers. He was so confused about the whole situation. What was happening? Was Lord Voldemort defeated in the war and now they were having a celebration? He didn't know at all, he couldn't figure out any answer. He was all confused, and dizzy. He started to sway and then...he collapsed.
*****
After what seemed like a long while, Harry woke up from being unconscious. He looked up at the ceiling, and he realized he was propped onto his bed. He got up and looked at the clock. It was 6:00 in the evening. He limped downstairs to catch supper. When he got to the kitchen, the Dursleys had almost finished their meal. Harry took his seat. Aunt Petunia rushed over to Harry and hugged him. She looked so worried.
"Harry, are you all right?" she asked.
"Of course I am," said Harry, looking at her strangely. "What's the fuss all about?"
"We were so worried about you," she said. "Sit down and I'll give you your meal."
Aunt Petunia laid a plate of spinach, fish, string beans and spaghetti when Dudley spoke up.
"Now, why'd you have to come down?" he said. "It was so nice without you around, those past two days." After saying this, Aunt Petunia gave him a very angry look.
Harry looked at them with confusion. Had he really been passed out for two
days? There were so many new questions in his head at the moment.
"Remember Harry, you're starting your Driver's Ed tomorrow," mentioned Uncle Vernon bluntly.
"Yes," said Harry. "I'll remember."
He ate quickly and went back upstairs. He sat on his bed and looked up and the ceiling, just thinking. Until bed time, all he did was think, think and think. He fell asleep trying to find answers to all his questions, but he couldn't. When he slept, he dreamt of that awful dream again....Sirius falling...the flash from Bellatrix's wand.... the screams....
Author's Note: That was a bit shorter than the other one, but oh well! Next chapter's called: A Mentor. It's containing Harry Potter getting his driver's license and him going over to Remus'! Believe me, it's more interesting than it seems. It's actually a very important one because Harry learns a valuable lesson from Remus, and Remus learns something important about Harry. DUNDUNDA!!!!! PLEEEEEAAASSSE REVIEW!
and the Princesses for Magic
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its concepts, JK Rowling does. It would be cool to own it though.... *fantasizes about writing Harry Potter books and jumping in money. Suddenly gets out of day-dreaming*. OKAY! Now back to reality!
Author's Note: Hey readers! If you're reading this, I totally thank you! Super thanks to those 3 reviewers who reviewed my last chapter! So after slaving over this thing for a year, I finally came up with this: my fanfic. NOw this chapter's called 'the burning scar'. DUNDUNDAAAA!!!! Well, the title might give you a hint, so PLEEASE read and review!
Chapter 2
The Burning Scar
Harry woke up after a long, deep sleep of horrible nightmares. He was dripping with cold sweat all over. He had just woken up from another nightmare of that terrible night at the Ministry of Magic. Once he remembered all that happened in his dream, he remembered the war that was going on.
Could there really be a war against Lord Voldemort? he though to himself. And who would be battling him? He thought it over very much. Then he had an idea: could it be Dumbledore who was battling him? Harry knew that the only person Voldemort feared, other than Harry, was Professor Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But of course, Dumbledore lived in England, or did he? Would he go all the way to the Wizard World Sicily to have a war with Voldemort? But, would he want to have a war?
Harry was also frustrated about the fact that the Ministry of Magic, nor the Order of the Phoenix, didn't contact him about the matter. Of anyone who should know about the war, it should be him! It would be either Harry or Lord Voldemort who would die in the end, wouldn't it? He became even more confused with all those questions swirling around in his head.
He hopped off his bed, but slipped. He had a severe pain in his foot. He remembered he had broken his ankle the day before, and it still hadn't healed. He suddenly remembered about the appointment to go to the doctor's at 10 am. He looked aside to where his alarm clock was: it was 9 o'clock, enough time to get ready.
He grabbed his letters and put them on his bed. He limped to Hedwig's cage, as the white owl slept soundly inside, and tapped it. Unfortunately, Hedwig didn't wake up. She was sound asleep. Harry tapped her cage, but yet again, she didn't budge. Harry got fed up and tapped Hedwig on her head. Hedwig woke up with an angry look in her large owl eyes and gave a raging hoot at Harry.
"Hedwig, I know you want to sleep in, but a job is a job! I need you to deliver these to Hogwarts, the Wizarding Examination Authority, Ron, Hagrid, Hermione and Remus. Be careful when you deliver Hermoine's letter, do that last. Just don't go anywhere near Sicily, okay? Be safe and have a good flight!"
He took Hedwig out of her cage, tied the letters to her foot, perched her on his arm and let her fly away. He watched the owl fly until Hedwig was out of sight in the large, bright blue sky in his window.
Remembering about his appointment, he got dressed. Once he was ready, he limped downstairs to eat breakfast. He went down the stairs and into the kitchen where he sat on an empty chair between Uncle Vernon and Dudley. Aunt Petunia went over to Uncle Vernon, kissed him on the cheek and gave him his breakfast: scrambled eggs, golden brown toast, bacon, sausages, a muffin, oranges and coffee. The aroma of everything on his plate and cup hovered in the air, giving the kitchen a warm, welcoming morning feel to it. She went over to Dudley, pinched his cheek and gave him his breakfast: oranges, low-fat yogurt, kiwis, grapefruit, whole grain toast with low-fat jam (no butter or margarine at all) and a glass of orange juice. Dudley quickly looked at his breakfast and became extremely red in the face (Harry thought he looked like an overgrown tomato).
"Mom! What is this filth?" questioned Dudley in rage. "Look at this! Fruits, brown, ugly toast without any butter and low-fat yogurt! I want a decent breakfast! I don't want to become a rabbit!"
"Now, Diddy Duddykins, your father and I have decided to put you on a diet," she said. "It's only for your own good, Dinkly Dins."
"But- But - I want my real breakfast!"
"NOW LISTEN BOY," screamed Uncle Vernon with a purple face. "I WILL NOT TAKE THIS RUBBISH! IF YOU DON'T SMARTEN UP, WE'LL NEED THE JAWS OF LIFE TO GET YOU OUT OF YOUR PANTS!"
Harry burst out laughing once again. The subject of Dudley's weight was becoming a hilarious soap opera. They all looked with anger at him. Aunt Petunia laid down next to Harry a platter of a couple of slices of golden toast, scrambled eggs, sausages and bagel with cream cheese and a cup of orange juice. Uncle Vernon noticed how awfully loud Harry was laughing and darted his angry, tiny bulging eyes at him.
"AND YOU!" he screamed, now looking even more purple than before. "I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR A SOUND OUT OF YOU! THIS DOESN'T CONCERN YOU! EVEN THOUGH DUDLEY IS VERY FAT, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MORE ABNORMAL! AND SO IS YOUR KIND! SO DON'T LOOK AT US LIKE THAT, BECAUSE YOU ABSOLUTELY KNOW THAT YOU'RE TWICE AS STRANGE!"
"Vernon dear, don't yell at the boy!" scolded Aunt Petunia, looking disappointed at him. "We discussed this; no more jokes and comments of his... his kind."
"But the boy needs to be have a lesson of respect towards people having arguments that don't concern him!" shouted Uncle Vernon.
"Then just tell him!" implied Aunt Petunia. She turned to Harry. "Harry, please don't laugh at our arguments. They're serious and there's nothing funny about them."
"Yes, Aunt Petunia," agreed Harry, feeling a bit ashamed about himself.
Harry quickly stopped laughing. He ate his delicious breakfast, laid his plate in the sink and headed out the door.
"I'm going to brush my teeth to get ready for the doctor's appointment," told Harry, as he limped out of the kitchen.
But before he went out of the kitchen, Aunt Petunia stopped him.
"Just a minute, Harry," she said in a sleek voice. "Tell us, what happened with Champion yesterday?"
"Well, w-well...See, the truth is, I was walking Champion when he got loose. I rushed after him. I caught him and when I looked up I saw Fred, Ed and Ned. Then they started chasing me and..."
He knew he couldn't tell about the car, so he quickly made something up.
"...but they lost me when I went into the forest. I walked backwards into a ditch and broke my ankle. Champion found me and I brought him back. That's it really."
"Well, Fred, Ed and Ned told Dudley that you made a car go tow-"
Suddenly, it was as if everything was paused; everything and everyone was frozen in time. Harry tried to see if he could still budge, and he moved with as much ease as usual. He could move, but apparently the Dursley family couldn't. Why was this so? Did he do something wrong? Had he used magic?
A group of wizards burst into the door. One of the men was a balding man with some bit of red in his hair. He knew immediately who it was. It was Arthur Weasley, Ron Weasley's father. He worked in the Ministry of Magic: the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.
"Well hello, Harry!" he said with a big smile. "How are you?"
"Oh, I'm all right. But what are you doing here? Isn't the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office your job?"
"I'm here concerning the car incident. Yes it is, Harry, but somebody in this department was sick and since I have experience in handling with Muggles seeing magic, I volunteered. I also volunteered because you were involved. I'm getting another raise for this."
"I heard of your previous raise. Congratulations!"
"Thank you. Well, I guess I should put a Memory Charm on these Muggles. We already dealt with the car and those three brothers. This is our last stop."
Three of the men waved their wands and performed the Memory Charm on each member of the Dursley family.
"Well, I have to go," sighed Mr. Weasley, looking at the clock on the wall. "By the way, I heard you'll be visiting Remus."
"Oh yes, in two weeks, but I have to ask the Dursleys first."
"Well I'd better be off. I'll see you in Diagon Alley. Goodbye!"
"Goodbye!"
All the men walked out of the room and out the house. The Dursleys started moving again. They all looked confused of what happened. Aunt Petunia looked at Harry in a suspicious manner.
"W-w-w-what was I saying before?" she said, putting her hand to her head.
"You...I was just telling you that a friend of my late dad sent me a letter and wrote that I could stay with him for a while."
"Is that all right with Professor Dumbidorn?" asked Aunt Petunia in a worried look.
"His name is Dumbledore, and he told me it was all right. Can I go?"
"I suppose so," said Aunt Petunia. "When will you be visiting this person?"
"In about two weeks."
"All right."
With Aunt Petunia not looking, Vernon and Dudley gave each other giant excited smiles.
"So, you'll be gone for two weeks?" asked Vernon with glee spread all over his face.
"Yes."
"All right," he sighed happily, turning back to his newspaper.
"You should go and get ready for the doctor's appointment," reminded Aunt Petunia.
Harry went upstairs to brush his teeth and wash his face. He limped down the stairs as Aunt Petunia was putting on her coat in the foyer.
"Hurry up!" she said. "We have to be there soon!"
Harry hurriedly put on his shoes and jacket and headed out the door into the car. They drove all the way to the doctor's office, where the doctor examined his ankle and gave him a cast. It was the first time Harry was in a cast, and he felt it quite odd on his foot.
When they arrived back at the house, Harry limped upstairs to start packing for his trip. He was so excited about it that it was all he wanted to do at the moment. He grabbed some extra empty suit cases and started packing. It was very easy, considering he didn't have very many things. He even put away the new clothes that he gotten for his birthday.
When he was half-way through packing, he felt a burn in his scar. He tried to ignore it, but the burning kept on getting stronger and stronger. He heard strange noises coming from outside the house, very suspicious noises.
He looked out the window and there he saw a parade of witches and wizards. He
saw his friends, such as Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. He also saw Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister. He saw some graduated Hogwarts students as well such as Fred and George Weasley, Ron's twin older joke-pulling brothers and Percy Weasley, Ron's snobbish older brother who worked for Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic. He even noticed Hagrid and the teachers. He was so confused about the whole situation. What was happening? Was Lord Voldemort defeated in the war and now they were having a celebration? He didn't know at all, he couldn't figure out any answer. He was all confused, and dizzy. He started to sway and then...he collapsed.
*****
After what seemed like a long while, Harry woke up from being unconscious. He looked up at the ceiling, and he realized he was propped onto his bed. He got up and looked at the clock. It was 6:00 in the evening. He limped downstairs to catch supper. When he got to the kitchen, the Dursleys had almost finished their meal. Harry took his seat. Aunt Petunia rushed over to Harry and hugged him. She looked so worried.
"Harry, are you all right?" she asked.
"Of course I am," said Harry, looking at her strangely. "What's the fuss all about?"
"We were so worried about you," she said. "Sit down and I'll give you your meal."
Aunt Petunia laid a plate of spinach, fish, string beans and spaghetti when Dudley spoke up.
"Now, why'd you have to come down?" he said. "It was so nice without you around, those past two days." After saying this, Aunt Petunia gave him a very angry look.
Harry looked at them with confusion. Had he really been passed out for two
days? There were so many new questions in his head at the moment.
"Remember Harry, you're starting your Driver's Ed tomorrow," mentioned Uncle Vernon bluntly.
"Yes," said Harry. "I'll remember."
He ate quickly and went back upstairs. He sat on his bed and looked up and the ceiling, just thinking. Until bed time, all he did was think, think and think. He fell asleep trying to find answers to all his questions, but he couldn't. When he slept, he dreamt of that awful dream again....Sirius falling...the flash from Bellatrix's wand.... the screams....
Author's Note: That was a bit shorter than the other one, but oh well! Next chapter's called: A Mentor. It's containing Harry Potter getting his driver's license and him going over to Remus'! Believe me, it's more interesting than it seems. It's actually a very important one because Harry learns a valuable lesson from Remus, and Remus learns something important about Harry. DUNDUNDA!!!!! PLEEEEEAAASSSE REVIEW!