Chapter 1 -The Ride Home
Chapter 1 -The Ride HomeA/N: I own NOTHING! This fan fiction contains spoilers if you have not read book #5. I suggest you do. I'm also not a very good writer and I don't have an official Beta Team/Person, even though my friend Jared has volunteered to go over some of this, please be kind. I've tried writing HP fiction before but all I got were flames. I'm not pretending to know everything about HP and I am known for spelling mistakes, criticism is always helpful, flames are not. I've gotten a few ideas from places so I'm sorry if settings look familiar. I also don't know where this story is really going but I have an idea so stick with it if you please. Don't forget to R & R!
The trip back home towards Number 4 Privet Drive, was not a pleasant one. Harry's Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had said nothing and walked briskly in front while Dudley, Harry's cousin, brought up the rear. Harry pushed his trolley towards the end of the station while deep in thought. It had been less than a week since he had seen the Dark Lord fighting with, none other than, Albus Dumbledore the headmaster of Hogwarts; witnessed his god-father, Sirius, die; and vexed Sirius' cousin, a death eater named Bellatrix.
Bellatrix words echoed in Harry's head, leaving him with a dazed appearance. Her words had haunted him from the moment he struck her with the Cruico curse and all the torment that ensues. If the murder of Sirius was not empowering enough to give Harry the hatred needed to accomplish the Cruico curse; how was he ever expected to defeat the Dark Lord? How many of his friends would have to suffer or even die for him to mean it when he says those two deadly words, Avada Kedavra? When the time comes will he be ready to cast the incantation to end the Dark Lord's existence?
All this had been running through his mind whenever he had a chance to be alone. Harry could feel a seed of bitter anger in his stomach slowly rise inside up to his shoulders. It had been some relief though to see the famous Mad Eye Moody; who had only previously two years ago, had been imprisoned in his own home while his impostor taught Defense against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Tonks and Lupin, threaten Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Moody made it crystal, which if Harry was in anyway mistreated that it was trio of mages, who Harry's delinquent relatives would be answering too. With that in mind, Harry pushed his trolley ahead to catch up, leaving Dudley behind grudging along from a safe distance.
Harry's feet deliberately pushed him on, and soon he was out in the same parking-lot where he and one of his best mates Ron Weasley had flown his dad's car to Hogwarts in their second year. Harry couldn't help but give a faint smiled at the memory. Why anything couldn't just be simple like that anymore, Harry thought. Not saying that the many consequences that followed after were any real prize. Vernon unlocked the trunk to the car. His uncle's courage from being belittled by Moody, seemed to have caught back in his throat as he gruffly said, "What are you smiling about?"
"Nothing, sir."
"Right," Vernon said a little more gently, not truly believing him, more worried that Mad Eye or any other wizard would over him and take it for abuse. "Just get in the car."
Harry only shrugged an, whatever look opened the car door to get in and sat on the upholstery in the back of his uncle's car. The back of Uncle Vernon's car was sticky and hot, making it most uncomfortable for Harry as he had to slightly move about to keep from sticking to the seat of the car.
"Blasted Owl!" Yelled Uncle Vernon to nobody in particular a few moments later, as Harry's owl Hedwig gave a piercing scream as how Vernon was roughly handling her. Petunia stood behind her husband with her neck fearfully looking over his head. "Be careful with her!" said Harry anxiously to his uncle and the seed flourished up into his throat.
Vernon sent Harry a dirty look but kept his mouth shut as if Moody were going to jump out at him for mistreating Harry's owl. Sighing loudly, Harry gave a futile sigh and sank into his seat. It's only for a little while, he told himself. Soon, the Weasley's will be here to get me and bring me back to the Burrow. He had to go. He didn't like it, not any more then the Dursley's liked having him. But he had to, because Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister.
Usually, Aunt Petunia sat in the passenger seat and Dudley behind her with the AC blasting while Vernon stood behind Harry eyeing him suspiciously as Harry loaded his school things into the trunk. That was how it had been the last two years, but this summer was not going to be boring like last summer was, he could feel it. The trunk slammed down and clicked closed. Three doors opened simultaneously and Harry felt the weight of the car sift slightly as a big "plop" of Dudley sat next to him. Vernon started the car and drove off. It was a little later, with the AC blowing and Harry staring out the window on the freeway did Harry turn over too look over at the Dursleys.
Vernon was driving while listening to the car radio and talking back to it whenever it was talking about things he didn't like. Petunia was reading an article on how to improve your garden, even better than it already is, and going "mmmhmm," "how right you are dear," to Vernon's idiotic ramblings. Harry looked over at Dudley; he was playing with a Game Boy that he had probably stolen from someone smaller than him. Harry couldn't help but wonder.
"Which kid did that used to belong too?" Harry asked.
"Didn't steal it," Dudley said. Or that's what it sounded like. It was hard to tell because it was actually more like didtstealit.
"Sorry, what was that?"
"I didn't steal it." Dudley said more clearly this time. "I bought it." Dudley hadn't looked up and kept his grubby little eyes focused on the game.
"Oh, okay then. I could have sworn that was-"
Dudley looked up and over at Harry. "I didn't steal it alright!" Dudley said a little too loudly as Petunia put her magazine and Vernon went "What the bloody blazes is going on back there!"
"Nothing Dad." Replied Dudley and his eyes went back to the game and put the volume up to the max. It was Mario. Vernon turned up the radio too but didn't comment to it but Harry wasn't done.
"So… how was your year Dudley?" Harry asked casually keeping the hint of provocation to a minimum.
"F-F-Fine." Dudley said. He turned off his game and looked over to Harry. "Those… things… aren't coming back are they?" Dudley's head had moved towards Harry's window, his voice low so Petunia and Vernon couldn't hear them over Petunia's own banter on how normal people's garden's are and how perfect they are.
Harry was taken aback. Of course he would remember, but what could he say Harry suddenly felt sorry for Dudley. He didn't know, time would only tell. So he told him the truth.
"We'll see Dudley… we'll have to wait and see."