Okay, I'm really sorry, but I have rewritten chapter two and given it a new
name, because it lacked a few details and well... I just didn't like it, some
things have changed, and some things haven't. Again, I'm sorry, this will
hopefully not happen again, I'll read through the chapter more thoroughly
before I add it, that's a promise. Please, don't be mad at me, I'm new at
this : - )
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co are J.K Rowlings, I'm just playing around with the characters...
LEAVING PRIVET DRIVE
Harry sat by the window, reading a book about quidditch. His eyes ached and he felt tired. But he knew he wouldn't get much sleep. All he wanted was to get out of this house, away from the Dursley's. But he didn't miss Hogwarts. He missed Sirius; he missed having someone to talk to about everything. He sighed and stared out the window at the full moon.
Only three days more here, then he would leave for the Burrow. He tried thinking of that, it made him feel a little bit happier.
He looked out the window and spotted a raven, sitting in the tree opposite his window. It seemed to be watching him, but then it flew away, up into the blue summer sky, soaring in the air. Harry had never seen a raven here before, but he didn't think much more of it. Instead he returned to his book. He wished intensely that he could do the same as that raven, soar in the air on his most prised possession, the firebolt that Sirius had given him. Flying always made him forget all his problems and worries.
He had spent the whole summer inside in his room. The idea of leaving the house had tempted him many times. But all that had happened earlier this year had made him more careful. He didn't wish to cause any more harm. He'd put his friends in danger, real danger. If he hadn't been in such a hurry to save his godfather, who never had been captured by Voldemort, then his friends would never have been hurt. Sirius would probably still be alive. If he hadn't listened to that house elf...
Hermione and Ron had sent letters to him all summer, trying to cheer him up. He had sent back short letters, telling them he was fine and hoping they were fine too. He hadn't that much to tell them. A part of him wanted them to keep away from him, because everyone he'd cared about, they always seemed to end up either being killed or almost killed.
"Potter! Dinner!"
Uncle Vernon had shouted from downstairs. Harry sighed and got up and went downstairs. There sat the Dursley's, around the table. Dudley was even bigger now than he'd been last summer. Aunt Petunia looked at him, her eyes narrowed and her lips turned into a line on her face. Uncle Vernon muttered a little as they started to eat. It was perfectly silent, and Harry knew they would only start to talk when he'd left the table.
"I'm leaving on Monday" he said as he had eaten everything on the plate.
His uncle muttered something that sounded like "good riddance" and Aunt Petunia and Dudley lightened up. Harry couldn't care less.
The next day, Harry awoke as four owls landed on his desk and looked at him. Harry only recognized Pigwedgion and his own owl Hedwig of course, other two were unfamiliar to him. They were all carrying a letter each. Hedwig and Piwedgion carried letters from the Weasley's, on of the other owls was from Hermione. Harry took the letters and opened them. They were all birthday wishes from Hermione, Ron and the Weasley's. They hadn't sent any presents, but promised a party and presents when he got to the Burrow.
Harry didn't care about presents, he never had. It was just nice that someone remembered his birthday, that someone cared. Pigwidgeon and the other owl flew off, Hedwig sat on his desk, watching him with her big amber eyes. He stroke her white feathers gently as he looked out the window thoughtfully.
The fourth was carrying a letter from Hogwarts, Harry frowned and relieved the owl from the letter in its beak. He opened it and found it to be his OWL:s. Harry sat down and went through his results. To his surprise, he had accomplished a lot of O:s, even an O in potions. Which meant that he could probably become an auror. If he lived long enough, he thought dully and sank down on his bed again.
He was tired of being cooped up here. There had been nothing written that would imply that Voldemort was up to something. It had worried him. At the beginning of the summer, they had written about the return of Voldemort, still referring to him as he-who-must-not-be-named, and the break-in at the department of mysteries. But then nothing. Some advices about how to protect your home and such, but nothing about any attacks or anything that would suggest that Voldemort was up to something.
Harry sighed and got up and went towards his closet, thought he would pack his things. He was getting out of the Dursley house in just two days.
Two days later, Harry sat on the last steps of the staircase, waiting for Ron and Mr Weasley to come pick him up. He didn't know how they would get there, but he suspected they would come through the fireplace. Mr Weasley had opened a connection to it three years ago, and that would be the simplest way to get here. The fact that it upset his aunt and uncle didn't bother him, he wondered if they would remain calm this time.
The hours went by. Uncle Vernon sat looking through the paper once more, in his best suit, muttering to aunt Petunia who couldn't take her eyes off the fireplace where mr Weasley and the twins had come through the last time.
Outside it had now gotten dark. They were really late now. Harry started to worry, what if something had happened? Had they forgotten about picking him up? Harry was just about to walk upstairs to his room to see if there were any messages for him when the door bell rang.
"Have those people learned to use the front door?" Uncle Vernon snapped.
Harry opened the door. There stood a man Harry immediately recognized. He had long, red hair and green eyes, an earring hanging from his left ear. It was Charlie Weasley, and a witch that Harry did not recognize. She had long golden hair and violet eyes, a faint smile on her lips.
"Hello, Harry" Charlie said.
"Hello, what..."
The witch looked at Harry.
"Hello, Harry. I'll talk to the muggles, you two should get your trunk" she said silently and followed them inside.
Harry's aunt stood behind his uncle Vernon, staring at the woman before them.
"You must be Mr and Mrs Dursley" she said calmly. "We're here to pick Harry up"
Petunia and Vernon looked at each other anxiously.
"We'll be out of your hair in just a moment" she said politely.
"And just how are you travelling, if I may ask so?" Vernon sneered.
"I have a car waiting outside" she said still smiling gently.
Harry noticed as they entered his room and got his things that Charlie looked really pale.
"Charlie, what's going on? Has something happened?"
"Not now Harry, I'm sorry, we should get out of here as soon as possible"
Harry nodded slowly. The expression on Charlie's face told him something had happened. It was definitely not something good, Harry was worried. What if something had happened to the Weasley's? To Ron, Ginny, Fred or George, Molly or Arthur, or Hermione...
They carried his things downstairs, where the witch stood and chatted with the Dursley's, who answered her with shortly. She looked up as Charlie and Harry came down the stairs.
"A pleasure meeting you" the witch said and went outside.
Harry and Charlie followed her into the night. There was a car waiting for them, as they approached it the trunk opened. Harry and Charlie put his things in there and got into the car. It seemed to be one of the ministry cars, Harry had gone in one of them when he was starting his third year, so he recognized them. Back then they thought that Sirius Black had been out to hunt Harry down, which was far from the truth. To his surprise, the witch sat by the steering wheel and drove.
"I never introduced myself, I'm Melinda Atwood, Harry. Charlie, why don't you start filling Harry in" she said and now she didn't sound as calm as she had earlier.
Charlie nodded and turned to Harry who sat in the back seat.
"The death eaters attacked the burrow just a few hours ago, that's why Ron and dad didn't come and get you."
Harry felt himself going cold, was someone hurt, had someone died?
"Are they... Are they alright? Was anyone hurt?"
Harry felt his heart beating faster, as he feared the worse.
"Mom was stunned by three death eaters. She's at St Mungos right now, they think she's going to make it...The others are fine. I just got home last night and then today..."
Harry stared at Charlie, who looked very pale and tired.
"Molly will be fine, Harry" Melinda said and looked at him in the rear view mirror.
Harry didn't say another word, he started to feel sick. Instead he stared out the window. Not Mrs Weasley, Harry thought silently. Please, not her.
"Okay, we're here" Melinda said just minutes later. "We'll just go through the fireplace in here. It's all prepared."
They went inside an abandoned house. Harry recognized it; he had passed it a few times on his long walks last summer. Melinda parked the car and hit it with her wand. It disappeared; or rather it became invisible to the eye because it blended in with the background. Harry had been under that disillusion charm last year, when he and members of the order had flown towards number twelve Grimmaulds place.
"Lets go, before anyone sees us" Melinda whispered and lay her hand on Harry's shoulder.
Harry felt an odd sensation of being safe and relaxed. They went up to the door, and Charlie whispered "Alohomora" and it opened.
"Here we are" Melinda said and went further inside the old house to the fireplace.
Harry looked around. The house had some furniture here and there that seemed untouched by time. In fact, from inside the house it did not seem abandoned. The rooms were lit up by candles; the light didn't show from the outside because of the dark curtains. The walls were covered with bookcases, Harry studied them closer, he had never heard of the titles before.
"This is the house that does not know time" Melinda said looking at him with her violet eyes. "There is an old charm over it that prevents muggles from seeing it. It's the perfect place to be at if you need to be alone or need to hide. Therefore it makes the perfect head quarters for the order of the Phoenix."
She looked at the fireplace.
"They should be here soon" she mumbled.
Harry had listened to her, but he couldn't talk, he was too worried, and the minutes seemed like hours. When would they know for sure that Mrs Weasley would be fine? Charlie sat in one of the armchairs; he had buried his head in his hands. Melinda was looking at him too, Harry noticed. She went to him.
"Charlie. She's going to be alright."
"How do you know?" Charlie said and looked up at her.
"Because... Molly is strong, and she's young still. And I can feel it, it will be alright. It has to be"
Charlie looked at her with a peculiar expression on his face. Then he leaned back in the chair. Suddenly, the fireplace turned green and out came Ron, Ginny and Hermione, then Professor Dumbledore and the twins, Fred and George. They all had the same expression on their face, worried sick and scared, except for Dumbledore who looked really angry. Charlie got up on his feet and went to Dumbledore.
"Professor, have you heard anything? Is she going to be alright?"
"She will be fine, Charlie, your father is with her and they will probably be back by tomorrow."
Hermione had made her way to Harry and had hugged him as tears fell down her cheeks. Ron had followed, the three friends stood in a circle looking at each other.
"Hey, Harry" Ron said silently.
"Hey Ron" Harry said and looked at him.
Ginny hugged him as well; she had cried too and was as pale as Ron. She stood close to him, and she seemed really scared.
"Melinda, would you be as kind as to take Harry, Ronald, Ginny and Hermione to the kitchen and fix them something to eat? And maybe some of that calming tea of yours?" Dumbledore said.
Melinda nodded and started to walk towards the kitchen. Ron, Hermione and Harry sat down by the old oak table as she started to work her magic. She conjured up some sandwiches and four cups of tea.
"There. Now tuck in. I'll be right back"
They watched her leave, and then Hermione started to tell Harry all she knew about the recent events.
"They showed up at the Burrow a few hours ago, they threatened the Weasley's and used some of the forbidden spells on them to try and get the information they were looking for. But neither Mr nor Mrs Weasley would cooperate."
She looked at Ron, who was staring into empty space still pale as a sheet. Ginny was sitting next to him, she had regained some colour.
"Members of the order showed up just seconds later, Dumbledore had learned that death eaters were at the Burrow. While fighting them off, Mrs Weasley tried to get Ron, Ginny and me to safety and that was when the three death eaters..."
Harry stared into his mug.
"They all attacked her, all three at the same time. Some of them were captured and immediately brought to Azkaban prison. That's... That's all I know..."
"But... What were they looking for?" Harry said.
Hermione looked at Ron and Ginny. Harry saw that Ginny hesitated.
"They weren't looking for something, they were looking for someone..."
Harry froze, because at that moment he it all became very clear. There were two persons that had stood in Voldemort's way, Professor Dumbledore and himself. Voldemort wouldn't go looking for Dumbledore, because he feared him. Dumbledore was a powerful sorcerer, and Voldemort couldn't get to him. But Harry... Harry was still an underage wizard...
"Harry?" Hermione said.
He looked up at her, then at Ginny and Ron.
"He was looking for me, wasn't he" he said bluntly.
Ginny grew pale again, Ron looked up at him.
"Harry, we..." Ginny started.
He got up from his chair; he was furious and sad at the same time. So now Voldemort was going after people he cared about, and Harry had been cooped up at the Dursley's, unable to do anything to prevent them from being harmed.
"You should all just... Stay away from me" he said and walked away from them.
End of the second chapter.
Please, review and tell me if this chapter was better than the first I wrote... I think this is a little more dramatic...
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co are J.K Rowlings, I'm just playing around with the characters...
LEAVING PRIVET DRIVE
Harry sat by the window, reading a book about quidditch. His eyes ached and he felt tired. But he knew he wouldn't get much sleep. All he wanted was to get out of this house, away from the Dursley's. But he didn't miss Hogwarts. He missed Sirius; he missed having someone to talk to about everything. He sighed and stared out the window at the full moon.
Only three days more here, then he would leave for the Burrow. He tried thinking of that, it made him feel a little bit happier.
He looked out the window and spotted a raven, sitting in the tree opposite his window. It seemed to be watching him, but then it flew away, up into the blue summer sky, soaring in the air. Harry had never seen a raven here before, but he didn't think much more of it. Instead he returned to his book. He wished intensely that he could do the same as that raven, soar in the air on his most prised possession, the firebolt that Sirius had given him. Flying always made him forget all his problems and worries.
He had spent the whole summer inside in his room. The idea of leaving the house had tempted him many times. But all that had happened earlier this year had made him more careful. He didn't wish to cause any more harm. He'd put his friends in danger, real danger. If he hadn't been in such a hurry to save his godfather, who never had been captured by Voldemort, then his friends would never have been hurt. Sirius would probably still be alive. If he hadn't listened to that house elf...
Hermione and Ron had sent letters to him all summer, trying to cheer him up. He had sent back short letters, telling them he was fine and hoping they were fine too. He hadn't that much to tell them. A part of him wanted them to keep away from him, because everyone he'd cared about, they always seemed to end up either being killed or almost killed.
"Potter! Dinner!"
Uncle Vernon had shouted from downstairs. Harry sighed and got up and went downstairs. There sat the Dursley's, around the table. Dudley was even bigger now than he'd been last summer. Aunt Petunia looked at him, her eyes narrowed and her lips turned into a line on her face. Uncle Vernon muttered a little as they started to eat. It was perfectly silent, and Harry knew they would only start to talk when he'd left the table.
"I'm leaving on Monday" he said as he had eaten everything on the plate.
His uncle muttered something that sounded like "good riddance" and Aunt Petunia and Dudley lightened up. Harry couldn't care less.
The next day, Harry awoke as four owls landed on his desk and looked at him. Harry only recognized Pigwedgion and his own owl Hedwig of course, other two were unfamiliar to him. They were all carrying a letter each. Hedwig and Piwedgion carried letters from the Weasley's, on of the other owls was from Hermione. Harry took the letters and opened them. They were all birthday wishes from Hermione, Ron and the Weasley's. They hadn't sent any presents, but promised a party and presents when he got to the Burrow.
Harry didn't care about presents, he never had. It was just nice that someone remembered his birthday, that someone cared. Pigwidgeon and the other owl flew off, Hedwig sat on his desk, watching him with her big amber eyes. He stroke her white feathers gently as he looked out the window thoughtfully.
The fourth was carrying a letter from Hogwarts, Harry frowned and relieved the owl from the letter in its beak. He opened it and found it to be his OWL:s. Harry sat down and went through his results. To his surprise, he had accomplished a lot of O:s, even an O in potions. Which meant that he could probably become an auror. If he lived long enough, he thought dully and sank down on his bed again.
He was tired of being cooped up here. There had been nothing written that would imply that Voldemort was up to something. It had worried him. At the beginning of the summer, they had written about the return of Voldemort, still referring to him as he-who-must-not-be-named, and the break-in at the department of mysteries. But then nothing. Some advices about how to protect your home and such, but nothing about any attacks or anything that would suggest that Voldemort was up to something.
Harry sighed and got up and went towards his closet, thought he would pack his things. He was getting out of the Dursley house in just two days.
Two days later, Harry sat on the last steps of the staircase, waiting for Ron and Mr Weasley to come pick him up. He didn't know how they would get there, but he suspected they would come through the fireplace. Mr Weasley had opened a connection to it three years ago, and that would be the simplest way to get here. The fact that it upset his aunt and uncle didn't bother him, he wondered if they would remain calm this time.
The hours went by. Uncle Vernon sat looking through the paper once more, in his best suit, muttering to aunt Petunia who couldn't take her eyes off the fireplace where mr Weasley and the twins had come through the last time.
Outside it had now gotten dark. They were really late now. Harry started to worry, what if something had happened? Had they forgotten about picking him up? Harry was just about to walk upstairs to his room to see if there were any messages for him when the door bell rang.
"Have those people learned to use the front door?" Uncle Vernon snapped.
Harry opened the door. There stood a man Harry immediately recognized. He had long, red hair and green eyes, an earring hanging from his left ear. It was Charlie Weasley, and a witch that Harry did not recognize. She had long golden hair and violet eyes, a faint smile on her lips.
"Hello, Harry" Charlie said.
"Hello, what..."
The witch looked at Harry.
"Hello, Harry. I'll talk to the muggles, you two should get your trunk" she said silently and followed them inside.
Harry's aunt stood behind his uncle Vernon, staring at the woman before them.
"You must be Mr and Mrs Dursley" she said calmly. "We're here to pick Harry up"
Petunia and Vernon looked at each other anxiously.
"We'll be out of your hair in just a moment" she said politely.
"And just how are you travelling, if I may ask so?" Vernon sneered.
"I have a car waiting outside" she said still smiling gently.
Harry noticed as they entered his room and got his things that Charlie looked really pale.
"Charlie, what's going on? Has something happened?"
"Not now Harry, I'm sorry, we should get out of here as soon as possible"
Harry nodded slowly. The expression on Charlie's face told him something had happened. It was definitely not something good, Harry was worried. What if something had happened to the Weasley's? To Ron, Ginny, Fred or George, Molly or Arthur, or Hermione...
They carried his things downstairs, where the witch stood and chatted with the Dursley's, who answered her with shortly. She looked up as Charlie and Harry came down the stairs.
"A pleasure meeting you" the witch said and went outside.
Harry and Charlie followed her into the night. There was a car waiting for them, as they approached it the trunk opened. Harry and Charlie put his things in there and got into the car. It seemed to be one of the ministry cars, Harry had gone in one of them when he was starting his third year, so he recognized them. Back then they thought that Sirius Black had been out to hunt Harry down, which was far from the truth. To his surprise, the witch sat by the steering wheel and drove.
"I never introduced myself, I'm Melinda Atwood, Harry. Charlie, why don't you start filling Harry in" she said and now she didn't sound as calm as she had earlier.
Charlie nodded and turned to Harry who sat in the back seat.
"The death eaters attacked the burrow just a few hours ago, that's why Ron and dad didn't come and get you."
Harry felt himself going cold, was someone hurt, had someone died?
"Are they... Are they alright? Was anyone hurt?"
Harry felt his heart beating faster, as he feared the worse.
"Mom was stunned by three death eaters. She's at St Mungos right now, they think she's going to make it...The others are fine. I just got home last night and then today..."
Harry stared at Charlie, who looked very pale and tired.
"Molly will be fine, Harry" Melinda said and looked at him in the rear view mirror.
Harry didn't say another word, he started to feel sick. Instead he stared out the window. Not Mrs Weasley, Harry thought silently. Please, not her.
"Okay, we're here" Melinda said just minutes later. "We'll just go through the fireplace in here. It's all prepared."
They went inside an abandoned house. Harry recognized it; he had passed it a few times on his long walks last summer. Melinda parked the car and hit it with her wand. It disappeared; or rather it became invisible to the eye because it blended in with the background. Harry had been under that disillusion charm last year, when he and members of the order had flown towards number twelve Grimmaulds place.
"Lets go, before anyone sees us" Melinda whispered and lay her hand on Harry's shoulder.
Harry felt an odd sensation of being safe and relaxed. They went up to the door, and Charlie whispered "Alohomora" and it opened.
"Here we are" Melinda said and went further inside the old house to the fireplace.
Harry looked around. The house had some furniture here and there that seemed untouched by time. In fact, from inside the house it did not seem abandoned. The rooms were lit up by candles; the light didn't show from the outside because of the dark curtains. The walls were covered with bookcases, Harry studied them closer, he had never heard of the titles before.
"This is the house that does not know time" Melinda said looking at him with her violet eyes. "There is an old charm over it that prevents muggles from seeing it. It's the perfect place to be at if you need to be alone or need to hide. Therefore it makes the perfect head quarters for the order of the Phoenix."
She looked at the fireplace.
"They should be here soon" she mumbled.
Harry had listened to her, but he couldn't talk, he was too worried, and the minutes seemed like hours. When would they know for sure that Mrs Weasley would be fine? Charlie sat in one of the armchairs; he had buried his head in his hands. Melinda was looking at him too, Harry noticed. She went to him.
"Charlie. She's going to be alright."
"How do you know?" Charlie said and looked up at her.
"Because... Molly is strong, and she's young still. And I can feel it, it will be alright. It has to be"
Charlie looked at her with a peculiar expression on his face. Then he leaned back in the chair. Suddenly, the fireplace turned green and out came Ron, Ginny and Hermione, then Professor Dumbledore and the twins, Fred and George. They all had the same expression on their face, worried sick and scared, except for Dumbledore who looked really angry. Charlie got up on his feet and went to Dumbledore.
"Professor, have you heard anything? Is she going to be alright?"
"She will be fine, Charlie, your father is with her and they will probably be back by tomorrow."
Hermione had made her way to Harry and had hugged him as tears fell down her cheeks. Ron had followed, the three friends stood in a circle looking at each other.
"Hey, Harry" Ron said silently.
"Hey Ron" Harry said and looked at him.
Ginny hugged him as well; she had cried too and was as pale as Ron. She stood close to him, and she seemed really scared.
"Melinda, would you be as kind as to take Harry, Ronald, Ginny and Hermione to the kitchen and fix them something to eat? And maybe some of that calming tea of yours?" Dumbledore said.
Melinda nodded and started to walk towards the kitchen. Ron, Hermione and Harry sat down by the old oak table as she started to work her magic. She conjured up some sandwiches and four cups of tea.
"There. Now tuck in. I'll be right back"
They watched her leave, and then Hermione started to tell Harry all she knew about the recent events.
"They showed up at the Burrow a few hours ago, they threatened the Weasley's and used some of the forbidden spells on them to try and get the information they were looking for. But neither Mr nor Mrs Weasley would cooperate."
She looked at Ron, who was staring into empty space still pale as a sheet. Ginny was sitting next to him, she had regained some colour.
"Members of the order showed up just seconds later, Dumbledore had learned that death eaters were at the Burrow. While fighting them off, Mrs Weasley tried to get Ron, Ginny and me to safety and that was when the three death eaters..."
Harry stared into his mug.
"They all attacked her, all three at the same time. Some of them were captured and immediately brought to Azkaban prison. That's... That's all I know..."
"But... What were they looking for?" Harry said.
Hermione looked at Ron and Ginny. Harry saw that Ginny hesitated.
"They weren't looking for something, they were looking for someone..."
Harry froze, because at that moment he it all became very clear. There were two persons that had stood in Voldemort's way, Professor Dumbledore and himself. Voldemort wouldn't go looking for Dumbledore, because he feared him. Dumbledore was a powerful sorcerer, and Voldemort couldn't get to him. But Harry... Harry was still an underage wizard...
"Harry?" Hermione said.
He looked up at her, then at Ginny and Ron.
"He was looking for me, wasn't he" he said bluntly.
Ginny grew pale again, Ron looked up at him.
"Harry, we..." Ginny started.
He got up from his chair; he was furious and sad at the same time. So now Voldemort was going after people he cared about, and Harry had been cooped up at the Dursley's, unable to do anything to prevent them from being harmed.
"You should all just... Stay away from me" he said and walked away from them.
End of the second chapter.
Please, review and tell me if this chapter was better than the first I wrote... I think this is a little more dramatic...