Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or anything officially related to it.
A/N: I'm back! Did you miss me? Heh, who am I kidding of cause you didn't, but oh well, I'm here and I got a whole new sucky chapter tagging along. Whoop – Dee – Friggin' – Doo!
This chapter doesn't really propel the story any further, so I'm sorry. God, I say that a lot, but I mean it, I truly do! Anywho, I'm sure the two people who wanted me to continue this garbage has waited long enough, so on with the chapter!
Pairings: Undecided for now.
Warnings: The story's AU but still might have spoilers. Language possibly in later chapters and maybe some violence.
Chapter Four: Did it work?
"Now what?" Harry asked with a frown.
Vernon just shrugged as he slipped the letter into the envelope, then sealed it. He carefully laid the envelope on his desk, almost as if he were afraid in might break or explode or something.
Several minutes passed as they both stared intently at the unmoving yellowish parchment, the only sound being the faint ticking of the clock on the wall.
Harry bit his lip before sighing. "Obviously this doesn't work. Something must be wrong, like if whatever caused it to function, a spell or enchantment," Harry paused feeling a little strange from saying those words and believing them. "Anyway, what if it like, um . . . expired or something? You said I was suppose to go at an earlier age, right?"
"True." Vernon rubbed his face with his hands. "Sorry."
"Excuse me?" Harry said, confused.
"If I had told you sooner." Vernon shook his head. "Just, sorry."
Harry sat on the arm of his uncle's chair. "Hey, don't worry about. I swear it's alright."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, of course. I mean, sure it would have been nice to learn 'magic' and all but what the hey? I go to a great school now, I got friends, I participate in a lot of sports and other events around here, why would I want to leave?"
"Um," Vernon started hesitantly. "So you could learn magic?"
"Damn straight!"
"Sorry."
"Forget it." Harry's shoulders slumped. He closed his eyes and was about to say something when a bright light flashed. His eyes snapped open and both he and his uncle stared in shock at the now glowing envelope. First it was blinding white then it darkened to a pale blue, and then to a fiery red before flashing into a brilliant gold.
"Whoa." Harry whispered and stood up from his perch on the chair arm to get a closer looked, shielding his eyes as he did so. "Amazing."
The golden light suddenly started to fade and fizzle like a dying sparkler. Then altogether the sparks and the envelope disappeared.
"What just happened?" Harry asked, a little nervous edge in his voice, more out of fear for the lost envelope and his apparently only means of communicating with the wizarding world than anything else.
"Um . . ." Vernon just remained speechless.
"Well, do you think it worked or was that just some left over magic?" Harry sat back down looking disappointed.
Vernon shrugged and patted Harry on the shoulder gently. "Well, for your sake I hope it worked, but I really don't know anything about magic, just what was in the letter left with you when you arrived on our doorstep."
"Oh." Harry bit his lip, it was a habit of his when every his was worried or thinking hard about something. He looked at the spot where the envelope had lain and saw there was no trace, not even a bit of ash, to prove the had ever been such an object.
Standing up again, he placed his hand on the desk and found that it was a bit warm. Well, at least he hadn't imagined the whole thing.
"You alright?"
He gaze turned to his uncle. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Trust me, I'm fine. I'll admit I was beyond excited to go if I could, but really I'm not losing anything. Honest," Harry said firmly seeing Vernon about to protest. "If I was suddenly denied something I'd had a while it would be different, but my life will continue being the same as it has been for the last fifteen years. And my life has been pretty damn good, no great, so far."
Vernon still seemed a tad guilty for not informing him of his heritage sooner. "Well, alright."
Harry started heading towards the door. "I'm going for a walk, okay?"
Vernon watched as the teenager left the room and felt terrible for being selfish.
The brown haired man looked up at the towering mansion that the Headmaster had sent him to without an explanation as to why, and whistled quietly under his breath. The place was huge.
It looked more like a hotel, an expensive hotel, than a private residence. He grimaced, he just hoped who ever lived there didn't have an ego to match. Dealing with Malfoy earlier had already stretched his patience to the breaking point.
Sighing the man started the long trek up the path to the tall wrought iron gates with a elegantly curved metal D set in between that split in two when the gate was open.
As he neared his destination, he saw a small brick structure just inside the fence and recognized it to be a guard or security house. Now standing by the entrance, a tall burly man stepped out with sunglasses on and a clipboard tucked under his arm.
"Good evenin', mate, what can I do for ya?" The man in shades asked.
"Huh, well, I was sent here by my . . . boss – and was told to meet the young master of the house. Is he in?" The brunette replied nervously realizing how lame he sounded.
The guard frowned and tilted his head forward so his glasses slid down his nose and stared at the other man over the rim.
"Who are you? Do you have an appointment?"
"Not exactly." He rubbed his cheek and tried to grin innocently at his inquisitor. "Like I said I was told to come here by the man I work for and he didn't think it necessary to tell me why, only that I was supposed to see the heir of these estates."
"I'm afraid I can't let you in on that information alone, sorry buddy."
The brown haired man sighed and put his hand in his pocket, wishing he could have avoided this. /Oh well, / He thought. /Muggles can be stubborn sometimes. /
The guard thinking the stranger was going for some kind of weapon reached for the gun belted at his waist. "Freez –"
The red light hit him before he could even draw it. He dropped to the ground with shocked look on the face, his eyes now visible with his glasses haven been knocked off.
The man held what looked like a polished smooth wooden stick and was currently pointing at the downed man. He shook his head and sighed again. /He should have just let me in. /
Training the wooden stick on the gates he loudly said, "Alohomora." and the gate opened on well-oiled hinges.
Stepping carefully over the prone form on the ground the man stooped down and lifted the guard off the ground by the shoulders and hauled him back to the security house. Propping him up on the door jam, the brunette straighten up and dusted off his clothes before heading up the driveway to the impressive manor, wondering why on he had been sent here.
A/N: Ugh, I know, short right? I just can't seem to be able to write this story the way I want to and because of that the chapters are barely three pages long and the story itself is moving at a slow, boring rate. Damn, but it's frustrating the hell out of me!
I beg you to forgive me but (and I now I said this before) please be patient. I'm trying my best to update as fast as I can.
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Guten tag -- Reine