Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch
Chapter 1 – Birthday Wishes and Exam Results
Lying on the bed, in the smallest bedroom of number four Privet Drive was a very unusual boy. Well, very unusual "young man" would probably be more appropriate as Harry Potter was nearing his sixteenth birthday.
Harry is unusual in a few ways. The first being that he is a wizard and that he attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The second is that he is a famous wizard, a very famous wizard. When Harry was just a year old, the darkest wizard of the century, Lord Voldemort, came to Harry's house. He used the killing curse to murder Harry's parents but when he turned his wand on Harry and issued the same curse it backfired and hit Voldemort. Unfortunately it didn't kill him, it just left him as spirit. Deprived of his body and barely alive, Voldemort had fled.
That was why Harry was so famous. Everybody in the wizarding world was afraid of Voldemort and for eleven years he had murdered innocent people mercilessly. And it was Harry who had got rid of him. The burden and fear had been lifted from the magical world and it was Harry who did it
Sadly, just over a year ago Voldemort had regained his body and was back to full strength.
Harry had come face to face with Voldemort four times since that Halloween night when he was a year old and each time, to Voldemort's fury, Harry had escaped.
Harry vividly remembered their last meeting at the end of Harry's fifth year of school. Voldemort had lured Harry to the Department of Mysteries, a mysterious place in the Ministry of Magic, by getting him to believe that he was torturing Harry's godfather, Sirius Black there. Sirius, however, was nowhere near the Department of Mysteries, he was at home but when he heard that Harry and his friends had been ambushed by Death Eaters, Voldemort's supporters, he rushed to the scene with other members of the Order of the Phoenix, a secret group devoted to defending the wizarding world against the dark arts. Unfortunately, Sirius didn't survive. He fell through a veil to the dead and Harry blamed himself.
The reason Voldemort lured Harry to the Department of Mysteries was because of a prophecy that was made sixteen years ago. A prophecy that concerned Harry and Voldemort that Voldemort dearly wanted to hear in it's entirety. A prophecy that went:
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal but he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."
This could have been another boy, a good friend of Harry's called Neville Longbottom, but Voldemort chose Harry.
Basically, Harry must kill Voldemort or Voldemort will kill Harry. Luckily this is the part that Voldemort doesn't know of, or Harry would be dead.
Harry had been with the Dursleys, his only living relatives for most of his life, when he wasn't at school. He had been there three weeks, since the start of the summer holidays and he wasn't allowed any further than the end of the garden, he felt trapped. He rolled over and a single tear rolled down his cheek as he thought of Sirius , the closest thing he ever had to a parent die right in front of his eyes.
The next morning, Harry awoke to his Aunt Petunia banging on his door. "Get up now boy and come and make breakfast! My Duddy- Poo is starving!" Harry groaned and rolled pout of bed. He started to look for the cleanest clothes he could find. In his grief he hadn't bothered tidying up after himself.
He made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. His ebtremely fat cousin and uncle were already sitting around the table."Hurry up, boy I'm starving" complained his Uncle Vernon. "Yes, Sir" replied Harry in a bored, monotone voice. Harry cooked the bacon and eggs and sat down at the table.
After everybody had eaten, Harry was given his list of chores for the day. Today he had to cut the grass, paint the fence, wash the car, trim the hedge and wash the windows, inside and out. "And no more food until it is all done perfectly!" his Aunt Petunia warned him. "What do you lot do without me?" he whispered under his breath. Harry sighed and got to work, it was going to a very long day. It was scorching outside in the July sunshine. He didn't really mind the chores, not really. Yes they were dull and hard work and he was mucky and sore by the end of the day but they helped keep his mind off the Department of Mysteries and Sirius and allowed him to focus on something else. Hermione. Herminoe Granger was one of his best friends at school and lately he had began to feel differently about her, as if life wasn't worth living if she wasn't there. He sighed again. Nothing would ever happen; they were just friends.
The week passed quickly and his days were mainly the same. During the day he could keep busy but at night he couldn't keep his mind off Sirius and out of the Department of Mysteries.
Soon, it was the night before his sixteenth birthday. He wasn't expecting the Dursleys to even acknowledge it. He checked his watch. It was five minutes to midnight...four minutes...three minutes...two minutes...one minute and when his watch bleeped midnight right on cue, five owls flew through his open window and landed with a "flump" on his bed. Harry listened to see if the Dursleys had been disturbed and, thankfully, they hadn't.
Harry turned to the smallest hyper owl first knowing it was from his best friend, Ron Weasley. He took the envelope before the parcel. He opened it and a birthday card and a letter fell out.
Dear Harry
Happy sixteenth birthday mate! Do you feel old? I hope you like your present! I just saw it and thought of you! How are you holding up and for about the fifteenth time this summer don't you dare blame yourself, it wasn't your fault! I expect I'll be seeing you soon.
Best,
Ron
Harry smiled and turned to the small package. He opened it to find a small box with a picture of a small golden ball with wings on the top. It was a golden snitch. Harry opened the box and the small ball flew out. He had to use his seeker reflexes to catch it. "Wow! I've always wanted one of these." he whispered. Harry spent a few moments playing with the snitch and then placed it back in the box. He turned to the next owl in line which was his own snowy owl, Hedwig. He took the note first again.
Dear Harry,
Happy sixteenth birthday Harry! How does it feel to be sixteen? I hope you're O.K. and I hope you like your present. I thought it might come in useful. Everything will be fine and I expect I'll be seeing you soon.
Love, Hermione
Harry smiled at the second last word "love" and turned to the neatly wrapped parcel. He knew before he had even touched it that it was a book. He opened it to find that he was right, it was a very thick black and silver volume called "Everything You Need To Know About The Defence Against The Dark Arts". Harry flicked through the first few pages eagerly, it was going to come in useful but he hadn't told his friends about the prophecy yet. Harry sighed and turned to the first of the three barn owls. He recognised that the untidy scrawl belonged to the Hogwarts Gamekeeper, Hagrid.
Dear Harry the note said
Happy sixteenth birthday! I hope you're all right and you're not blaming yourself. I hope you like your present!
Best, Hagrid
Harry turned to the roughly wrapped package. It was a unicorn! A tiny model of a unicorn, a moving one! "Wow" Harry whispered. He sat it down on his bedside cabinet and watched it as it pawed the wood, lay down curled into a ball and fell asleep.
Harry took the letter from the next barn owl and it turned out to be his usual Hogwarts letter, but it was a lot thicker than usual. As he reached out to take it, he realised, with a jolt that it would contain his Ordinary Wizarding Level results. His hopes of being an auror, a dark wizard catcher, like his Dad relied on the writing inside that envelope. He opened the envelope with trembling hands and took out the first piece of parchment.
Dear Mr. Potter
Enclosed are the results of your Ordinary Wizarding Levels which you sat in June. I hope they are enough for your chosen career. Good luck!
Astronomy – Theory – A
Practical – A
Overall - A
Charms – Theory – O
Practical – E
Overall – O
Care of Magical Creatures – Theory – O
Practical – O
Overall – O
Defence Against the Dark Arts – Theory – O
Practical – O+1
Overall – O
Divination – Theory – P
Practical – P
Overall – P
Herbology – Theory – E
Practical – O
Overall – O
History of Magic – D
Potions – Theory –O
Practical - E
Overall – O
Transfiguration – Theory – O
Practical – O
Overall –O
Congratulation Mr. Potter! You have received 7 O.W.L.s. Next year you begin to study for your Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests. You may choose from: N.E.W.T. Astronomy
N.E.W.T. Charms
N.E.W.T. Care of Magical Creatures
Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts
N.E.W.T. Herbology
N.E.W.T. Potions
Advanced Transfiguration To select your subjects just underline the ones you wish to take as the parchment is charmed
Congratulations Professor M. McGonagall
Relief and joy flooded through Harry's veins. He had got the grades to become an Auror! He could do it just like his Dad! "Yes!" he exclaimed and he smiled his first genuine smile in months. He walked over to his desk and selected the last six options on the list, the best ones for Aurors. Harry was still grinning as he took the second piece of parchment. It was the usual reminder that term started on September the first and to catch the school train, the Hogwarts Express, at eleven o' clock at Kings Cross Station. His book list was also attached, this year he would need:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6 by Miranda Goshawk N.E.W.T. Potions by Arsenius Jigger Big and Dangerous Beasts by Newt Scmander Advanced Transfiguration by Emeric Switch N.E.W.T. Charms by Emerald Green Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts by Quentin Trimble Dangerous and Advanced Plants and Fungi by Phylliada Spore
Harry quickly glanced this, but was intrigued by the last piece of parchment in the envelope. He took it out and unfolded it. A shiny red badge with a capital "C" on it fell into Harry's lap. Harry grinned, it could only mean one thing, but he read the note too, just to be sure.
Dear Harry,
This year, I would like you to captain the Gryffindor Quidditch team I know you are going to be very busy this year so I have appointed Ronald Weasley as Vice Captain.. Professor Dumbledore has lifted your ban. You have been on the team since first year and are the most experienced member left, you also have good leadership qualities. I hope you accept the captaincy and live up to the responsibility that it brings.
Best, Prof. M. McGonagall
Harry's heart soared. He was aloud to play quidditch again not only that he was captain of the Gryffindor team!
Harry was about to go to bed when he noticed the last owl still standing on his bed. Confused at who it could be from, he untied the note from it's leg and it soared out threw the open window. Harry vaguely recognised the loopy handwriting. It was from the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Harry opened the envelope with trembling hands took out the yellowish piece of parchment.
Dear Harry,
Firstly happy sixteenth birthday! I hope you have a great day. Secondly congratulations on your Ordinary Wizarding Level Results, I knew you had it in you, you will make an exceptional Auror. Your parents would have been proud as would Sirius. I don't want you to blame yourself Harry, it wasn't your fault. I told you who's fault it was in June. It was mine and Voldemort's, don't forget that. You know Sirius, he would want you to be happy and have fun, not mourn and be unhappy, you know that. I should let you know that you have inherited almost everything of Sirius', including most of his fortune and the house. I trust you will allow us to use it? However, you will not be able to touch his flying motorbike until you are of age. We don't need you getting a Muglr criminal record on top of everything else. In light of the prophecy, you, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna and Ginny will be receiving special instruction in wandless or soul magic, occlumency, physical training and something else which I will not disclose here in case this letter falls into the wrong hands. This means, Harry that you have to tell your friends about the prophecy and you have to tell them soon. Order members will be arriving to bring you to headquarters on the morn of your birthday at nine o' clock. Make sure you are packed and are ready to leave promptly when they arrive, you don't have time to hang about.
Best, Albus Dumbledore
P.S. you will also be learning to apparate, I forgot to mention it.
Harry read the letter over several times in quick succession, trying to take it all in. He was surprised at himself for not being angered at his headmaster's words. A couple of weeks ago he would have been. Dumbledore telling him what to think and that it wasn't him to blame. Probably that was because, deep in his heart, Harry knew he was right. Sirius was a fun loving guy who would want Harry to have fun, not be unhappy and mourn. Harry began to tidy his room, which took a while and pack his trunk for the morning.
By the time he got to bed, it was three in the morning but he couldn't sleep. His head was buzzing. Apparation! Physical training?! Occlumency. Something else Dumbledore didn't want to disclose? Quiddditch captain! His O.W.L. results!
He fell into a doze, dreaming of Sirius.
Chapter 1 – Birthday Wishes and Exam Results
Lying on the bed, in the smallest bedroom of number four Privet Drive was a very unusual boy. Well, very unusual "young man" would probably be more appropriate as Harry Potter was nearing his sixteenth birthday.
Harry is unusual in a few ways. The first being that he is a wizard and that he attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The second is that he is a famous wizard, a very famous wizard. When Harry was just a year old, the darkest wizard of the century, Lord Voldemort, came to Harry's house. He used the killing curse to murder Harry's parents but when he turned his wand on Harry and issued the same curse it backfired and hit Voldemort. Unfortunately it didn't kill him, it just left him as spirit. Deprived of his body and barely alive, Voldemort had fled.
That was why Harry was so famous. Everybody in the wizarding world was afraid of Voldemort and for eleven years he had murdered innocent people mercilessly. And it was Harry who had got rid of him. The burden and fear had been lifted from the magical world and it was Harry who did it
Sadly, just over a year ago Voldemort had regained his body and was back to full strength.
Harry had come face to face with Voldemort four times since that Halloween night when he was a year old and each time, to Voldemort's fury, Harry had escaped.
Harry vividly remembered their last meeting at the end of Harry's fifth year of school. Voldemort had lured Harry to the Department of Mysteries, a mysterious place in the Ministry of Magic, by getting him to believe that he was torturing Harry's godfather, Sirius Black there. Sirius, however, was nowhere near the Department of Mysteries, he was at home but when he heard that Harry and his friends had been ambushed by Death Eaters, Voldemort's supporters, he rushed to the scene with other members of the Order of the Phoenix, a secret group devoted to defending the wizarding world against the dark arts. Unfortunately, Sirius didn't survive. He fell through a veil to the dead and Harry blamed himself.
The reason Voldemort lured Harry to the Department of Mysteries was because of a prophecy that was made sixteen years ago. A prophecy that concerned Harry and Voldemort that Voldemort dearly wanted to hear in it's entirety. A prophecy that went:
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal but he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."
This could have been another boy, a good friend of Harry's called Neville Longbottom, but Voldemort chose Harry.
Basically, Harry must kill Voldemort or Voldemort will kill Harry. Luckily this is the part that Voldemort doesn't know of, or Harry would be dead.
Harry had been with the Dursleys, his only living relatives for most of his life, when he wasn't at school. He had been there three weeks, since the start of the summer holidays and he wasn't allowed any further than the end of the garden, he felt trapped. He rolled over and a single tear rolled down his cheek as he thought of Sirius , the closest thing he ever had to a parent die right in front of his eyes.
The next morning, Harry awoke to his Aunt Petunia banging on his door. "Get up now boy and come and make breakfast! My Duddy- Poo is starving!" Harry groaned and rolled pout of bed. He started to look for the cleanest clothes he could find. In his grief he hadn't bothered tidying up after himself.
He made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. His ebtremely fat cousin and uncle were already sitting around the table."Hurry up, boy I'm starving" complained his Uncle Vernon. "Yes, Sir" replied Harry in a bored, monotone voice. Harry cooked the bacon and eggs and sat down at the table.
After everybody had eaten, Harry was given his list of chores for the day. Today he had to cut the grass, paint the fence, wash the car, trim the hedge and wash the windows, inside and out. "And no more food until it is all done perfectly!" his Aunt Petunia warned him. "What do you lot do without me?" he whispered under his breath. Harry sighed and got to work, it was going to a very long day. It was scorching outside in the July sunshine. He didn't really mind the chores, not really. Yes they were dull and hard work and he was mucky and sore by the end of the day but they helped keep his mind off the Department of Mysteries and Sirius and allowed him to focus on something else. Hermione. Herminoe Granger was one of his best friends at school and lately he had began to feel differently about her, as if life wasn't worth living if she wasn't there. He sighed again. Nothing would ever happen; they were just friends.
The week passed quickly and his days were mainly the same. During the day he could keep busy but at night he couldn't keep his mind off Sirius and out of the Department of Mysteries.
Soon, it was the night before his sixteenth birthday. He wasn't expecting the Dursleys to even acknowledge it. He checked his watch. It was five minutes to midnight...four minutes...three minutes...two minutes...one minute and when his watch bleeped midnight right on cue, five owls flew through his open window and landed with a "flump" on his bed. Harry listened to see if the Dursleys had been disturbed and, thankfully, they hadn't.
Harry turned to the smallest hyper owl first knowing it was from his best friend, Ron Weasley. He took the envelope before the parcel. He opened it and a birthday card and a letter fell out.
Dear Harry
Happy sixteenth birthday mate! Do you feel old? I hope you like your present! I just saw it and thought of you! How are you holding up and for about the fifteenth time this summer don't you dare blame yourself, it wasn't your fault! I expect I'll be seeing you soon.
Best,
Ron
Harry smiled and turned to the small package. He opened it to find a small box with a picture of a small golden ball with wings on the top. It was a golden snitch. Harry opened the box and the small ball flew out. He had to use his seeker reflexes to catch it. "Wow! I've always wanted one of these." he whispered. Harry spent a few moments playing with the snitch and then placed it back in the box. He turned to the next owl in line which was his own snowy owl, Hedwig. He took the note first again.
Dear Harry,
Happy sixteenth birthday Harry! How does it feel to be sixteen? I hope you're O.K. and I hope you like your present. I thought it might come in useful. Everything will be fine and I expect I'll be seeing you soon.
Love, Hermione
Harry smiled at the second last word "love" and turned to the neatly wrapped parcel. He knew before he had even touched it that it was a book. He opened it to find that he was right, it was a very thick black and silver volume called "Everything You Need To Know About The Defence Against The Dark Arts". Harry flicked through the first few pages eagerly, it was going to come in useful but he hadn't told his friends about the prophecy yet. Harry sighed and turned to the first of the three barn owls. He recognised that the untidy scrawl belonged to the Hogwarts Gamekeeper, Hagrid.
Dear Harry the note said
Happy sixteenth birthday! I hope you're all right and you're not blaming yourself. I hope you like your present!
Best, Hagrid
Harry turned to the roughly wrapped package. It was a unicorn! A tiny model of a unicorn, a moving one! "Wow" Harry whispered. He sat it down on his bedside cabinet and watched it as it pawed the wood, lay down curled into a ball and fell asleep.
Harry took the letter from the next barn owl and it turned out to be his usual Hogwarts letter, but it was a lot thicker than usual. As he reached out to take it, he realised, with a jolt that it would contain his Ordinary Wizarding Level results. His hopes of being an auror, a dark wizard catcher, like his Dad relied on the writing inside that envelope. He opened the envelope with trembling hands and took out the first piece of parchment.
Dear Mr. Potter
Enclosed are the results of your Ordinary Wizarding Levels which you sat in June. I hope they are enough for your chosen career. Good luck!
Astronomy – Theory – A
Practical – A
Overall - A
Charms – Theory – O
Practical – E
Overall – O
Care of Magical Creatures – Theory – O
Practical – O
Overall – O
Defence Against the Dark Arts – Theory – O
Practical – O+1
Overall – O
Divination – Theory – P
Practical – P
Overall – P
Herbology – Theory – E
Practical – O
Overall – O
History of Magic – D
Potions – Theory –O
Practical - E
Overall – O
Transfiguration – Theory – O
Practical – O
Overall –O
Congratulation Mr. Potter! You have received 7 O.W.L.s. Next year you begin to study for your Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests. You may choose from: N.E.W.T. Astronomy
N.E.W.T. Charms
N.E.W.T. Care of Magical Creatures
Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts
N.E.W.T. Herbology
N.E.W.T. Potions
Advanced Transfiguration To select your subjects just underline the ones you wish to take as the parchment is charmed
Congratulations Professor M. McGonagall
Relief and joy flooded through Harry's veins. He had got the grades to become an Auror! He could do it just like his Dad! "Yes!" he exclaimed and he smiled his first genuine smile in months. He walked over to his desk and selected the last six options on the list, the best ones for Aurors. Harry was still grinning as he took the second piece of parchment. It was the usual reminder that term started on September the first and to catch the school train, the Hogwarts Express, at eleven o' clock at Kings Cross Station. His book list was also attached, this year he would need:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6 by Miranda Goshawk N.E.W.T. Potions by Arsenius Jigger Big and Dangerous Beasts by Newt Scmander Advanced Transfiguration by Emeric Switch N.E.W.T. Charms by Emerald Green Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts by Quentin Trimble Dangerous and Advanced Plants and Fungi by Phylliada Spore
Harry quickly glanced this, but was intrigued by the last piece of parchment in the envelope. He took it out and unfolded it. A shiny red badge with a capital "C" on it fell into Harry's lap. Harry grinned, it could only mean one thing, but he read the note too, just to be sure.
Dear Harry,
This year, I would like you to captain the Gryffindor Quidditch team I know you are going to be very busy this year so I have appointed Ronald Weasley as Vice Captain.. Professor Dumbledore has lifted your ban. You have been on the team since first year and are the most experienced member left, you also have good leadership qualities. I hope you accept the captaincy and live up to the responsibility that it brings.
Best, Prof. M. McGonagall
Harry's heart soared. He was aloud to play quidditch again not only that he was captain of the Gryffindor team!
Harry was about to go to bed when he noticed the last owl still standing on his bed. Confused at who it could be from, he untied the note from it's leg and it soared out threw the open window. Harry vaguely recognised the loopy handwriting. It was from the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Harry opened the envelope with trembling hands took out the yellowish piece of parchment.
Dear Harry,
Firstly happy sixteenth birthday! I hope you have a great day. Secondly congratulations on your Ordinary Wizarding Level Results, I knew you had it in you, you will make an exceptional Auror. Your parents would have been proud as would Sirius. I don't want you to blame yourself Harry, it wasn't your fault. I told you who's fault it was in June. It was mine and Voldemort's, don't forget that. You know Sirius, he would want you to be happy and have fun, not mourn and be unhappy, you know that. I should let you know that you have inherited almost everything of Sirius', including most of his fortune and the house. I trust you will allow us to use it? However, you will not be able to touch his flying motorbike until you are of age. We don't need you getting a Muglr criminal record on top of everything else. In light of the prophecy, you, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna and Ginny will be receiving special instruction in wandless or soul magic, occlumency, physical training and something else which I will not disclose here in case this letter falls into the wrong hands. This means, Harry that you have to tell your friends about the prophecy and you have to tell them soon. Order members will be arriving to bring you to headquarters on the morn of your birthday at nine o' clock. Make sure you are packed and are ready to leave promptly when they arrive, you don't have time to hang about.
Best, Albus Dumbledore
P.S. you will also be learning to apparate, I forgot to mention it.
Harry read the letter over several times in quick succession, trying to take it all in. He was surprised at himself for not being angered at his headmaster's words. A couple of weeks ago he would have been. Dumbledore telling him what to think and that it wasn't him to blame. Probably that was because, deep in his heart, Harry knew he was right. Sirius was a fun loving guy who would want Harry to have fun, not be unhappy and mourn. Harry began to tidy his room, which took a while and pack his trunk for the morning.
By the time he got to bed, it was three in the morning but he couldn't sleep. His head was buzzing. Apparation! Physical training?! Occlumency. Something else Dumbledore didn't want to disclose? Quiddditch captain! His O.W.L. results!
He fell into a doze, dreaming of Sirius.