Harry, weighed down with anxiety, decided to go for a walk to the park on
Magnolia Crescent. The boy-who-lived exited his room, and ran down the
stairs, and out the door before his Uncle Vernon could yell at him to do
some sort of chore.
As he walked down Privet Drive, he saw a dark, hooded figure emerge from behind the bushes of Number 7. Harry felt for his wand, but realized he had hidden it under the loose floorboard in his bedroom.
'Great', Harry thought.
As the figure drew closer, Harry recognized the figure as Bellatrix LeStrange, the woman who had forced Sirius through the veil.
Harry took off running, in the opposite direction of which he had been headed. He passed Number Four, but kept running. But when Bellatrix simply apparated in front of him, Harry realized that running wasn't going to help. He stood to face Bellatrix, awaiting whatever might come his way.
"Harry Potter," Bellatrix spat. "My master has wanted you dead your entire life. For once, there is no escape for you!"
Bellatrix began cackling loudly, as Harry continued to stand there.
"Your life is over Potter. Just like your parents. Avada Kedavra!"
(A/N: I was going to stop it there, but, 1. the chapter would be too short, and 2. that would be cruel and unusual, so I decided to keep going)
A green light flew out of Bellatrix's wand. Harry, forgetting that he had left his wand in his bedroom, countered back.
"PROTEGO!", he yelled. The killing curse that had come out of her wand was deflected, and sent right back toward her. In an instant, she was dead; victim of her own curse.
Harry then thought, "I wish Dumbledore was here to help me do something with her body."
Harry then heard another voice in his head. 'I'm coming Harry'
Dumbledore apparated next to Harry.
"You can read my thoughts?" Harry asked him.
"Yes Harry. There is a link between us, and we can communicate through thought. Only extremely powerful wizards can do it. I'll explain later. Now what happened?"
"I went outside to go for a walk and Bellatrix LeStrange was hiding in the bush a couple of houses down. I realized I didn't have my wand- I started to run, but then she apparated in front of me. I then realized there was no point in running. She shot the killing curse at me and I shouted "Protego", and then the curse was deflected back at her. Then she died."
"Harry- you have just done wandless magic."
"Wandless?"
"Yes, it is when you do magic without a wand," Dumbledore said, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
"Is that uncommon or something."
"Yes, Harry. You are the only wizard alive that can do it."
"Who else could?"
"Only one other wizard- Merlin. And that was when he was alive."
"Really?"
"Yes"
"So."
"So, lets get some Ministry officials down here to get this body picked up, and continue this discussion later."
"Okay."
"I'll be right back Harry."
"With a pop, he dissaparated, and then apparated back a few seconds later with Cornelius Fudge and a few Aurors."
Dumbledore repeated Harry's story to Fudge, leaving out the Wandless Magic bit.
He then turned to Harry, pulled out a teacup from his coat pocket, and muttered "Portus". The teacup glowed red, and then Dumbledore said, "Grab on, Harry".
Harry took a hold of the teacup's handle, and felt the all too familiar pull at his navel. Before he knew it, they were in Dumbledore's office, at Hogwarts.
As he walked down Privet Drive, he saw a dark, hooded figure emerge from behind the bushes of Number 7. Harry felt for his wand, but realized he had hidden it under the loose floorboard in his bedroom.
'Great', Harry thought.
As the figure drew closer, Harry recognized the figure as Bellatrix LeStrange, the woman who had forced Sirius through the veil.
Harry took off running, in the opposite direction of which he had been headed. He passed Number Four, but kept running. But when Bellatrix simply apparated in front of him, Harry realized that running wasn't going to help. He stood to face Bellatrix, awaiting whatever might come his way.
"Harry Potter," Bellatrix spat. "My master has wanted you dead your entire life. For once, there is no escape for you!"
Bellatrix began cackling loudly, as Harry continued to stand there.
"Your life is over Potter. Just like your parents. Avada Kedavra!"
(A/N: I was going to stop it there, but, 1. the chapter would be too short, and 2. that would be cruel and unusual, so I decided to keep going)
A green light flew out of Bellatrix's wand. Harry, forgetting that he had left his wand in his bedroom, countered back.
"PROTEGO!", he yelled. The killing curse that had come out of her wand was deflected, and sent right back toward her. In an instant, she was dead; victim of her own curse.
Harry then thought, "I wish Dumbledore was here to help me do something with her body."
Harry then heard another voice in his head. 'I'm coming Harry'
Dumbledore apparated next to Harry.
"You can read my thoughts?" Harry asked him.
"Yes Harry. There is a link between us, and we can communicate through thought. Only extremely powerful wizards can do it. I'll explain later. Now what happened?"
"I went outside to go for a walk and Bellatrix LeStrange was hiding in the bush a couple of houses down. I realized I didn't have my wand- I started to run, but then she apparated in front of me. I then realized there was no point in running. She shot the killing curse at me and I shouted "Protego", and then the curse was deflected back at her. Then she died."
"Harry- you have just done wandless magic."
"Wandless?"
"Yes, it is when you do magic without a wand," Dumbledore said, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
"Is that uncommon or something."
"Yes, Harry. You are the only wizard alive that can do it."
"Who else could?"
"Only one other wizard- Merlin. And that was when he was alive."
"Really?"
"Yes"
"So."
"So, lets get some Ministry officials down here to get this body picked up, and continue this discussion later."
"Okay."
"I'll be right back Harry."
"With a pop, he dissaparated, and then apparated back a few seconds later with Cornelius Fudge and a few Aurors."
Dumbledore repeated Harry's story to Fudge, leaving out the Wandless Magic bit.
He then turned to Harry, pulled out a teacup from his coat pocket, and muttered "Portus". The teacup glowed red, and then Dumbledore said, "Grab on, Harry".
Harry took a hold of the teacup's handle, and felt the all too familiar pull at his navel. Before he knew it, they were in Dumbledore's office, at Hogwarts.