© All Characters are JKR's, plot to this story is mine!
as two of my characters are Italian, and the translation site seems to be messed up, I'll write 'You should know better Kerlic!' Magenta her twin sister said to her in Italian. So you know it's meant to be in Italian- it also makes it easier for everyone to read! :o)
Chapter re-wrote because well it sucked!
The Ansonia's
Harry Potter the boy who lived was sitting at his desk, in his small bedroom at the back of number 4 Privet Drive. At that moment he was leaning over a newspaper his pet owl – Hedwig, had just brought him! The Daily Prophet, a newspaper like no others – for it was only available to the magical world, and the pictures inside moved.
He had subscribed to the paper as soon as he got back from Hogwarts a few months ago – with Voldemort now in full power he wanted to keep track on what he was doing at all times, and he knew that his Uncle and Aunt wouldn't let him watch the muggle news. 'It's "abnormal" for a 15 year old to want to watch the news' his Uncle had said countless times.
Harry looked at the date at the top of the news paper, '6th of August 1995' he read aloud, his eyes moved lower and there was a picture of buildings on fire and people running out of the picture screaming. 'Voldemort in Italy.' Harry read underneath the picture in bold letters. His eyes skimmed even lower down the page to the writing underneath.
"Voldemort was seen in Italy last night, he and his followers (deatheaters) destroyed a little town called Orvieto, killing most of the residents both magic and muggle. Among them was a well-respected family – the Ansonia's.
Unfortunately Serafina Ansonia and her husband Patrick Jones were also killed – Serafina was a professor at Legno Magico – the only magical school in Italy. While Patrick was a well known Auror working for the Ministry of Magic in Italy.
Their twin daughters, Kerlic and Magenta both 15 have not been seen since. It is important that if you have seen or heard anything about their whereabouts you contact the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible as these girls are in great danger!" Harry shuddered and lifted his head up, even though he didn't know these girls, for some reason he felt connected to them, and he hoped they were okay.
Harry was soon snapped out of his thoughts, when his Uncles voice floated up stairs shouting him. Harry rolled his eyes and got out of his chair, took the newspaper and put it under his bed so that his Aunt wouldn't find it if she went into his room.
He walked down the stairs and into the living room and was surprised to see all 3 of the Dursleys all looking at him. Dudley looked like he was about to cry – Harry assumed it was because his "television time" was getting interrupted because he was in the room.
His Aunty was looked at him with fear on her face, and his Uncle was now purple, his fist clenched and eyes bloodshot. At once without any warning the Dursleys' all turned their heads toward the television. Harry, confused followed their gaze and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. 'Wizard Channel!?" he said quietly.
His Uncle looked at him, and looked like he was about to explode. Several times he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. The final time he did this, the little funny looking wizard on the telly started to talk and drowned out Uncle Vernon's mumbling.
"As most of you probably know, he how must not be named is either in Italy or around that area. We have strong evidence to prove this but his whereabouts exactly are unknown. If you live in or near this area please remember to take precaution, as I don't think it needs to be said, that he is a dangerous wizard.
"Now that he who must not be named as returned to full powers, and has his faithful servants at hand it won't be long until he finds his most faith follower – Sirius Black, and with both of them together the world will be unthinkable. "We'll be back after these breaks!" Harry stared at the television set, angry as an advert for "Bertie Botts every flavour beans" came onto the screen.
'Sirius was never in with Voldemort!' Harry shouted, his Aunt and Uncle looked at him, his Uncle chuckled in an evil way.
'And how do you know? Do you know these raving mad killing lunatics?' he said with a slight grin on his face, expecting Harry's answer to be "no".
'Sirius never killed anyone,' Harry said through gritted teeth, his fist now clenched. 'And Voldemort is a heartless snake that deserves the kiss!' Vernon looked at his nephew with confusion on his face; he hated getting confused especially about magic rift raft.
'Who is this Voldemort and if you don't like him, why does he deserve a kiss?' his Uncle asked as Petunia who was now sitting on the settee shivered.
'Th-the kiiii-iss is somethi-ing those de-e-ment-tors p-perf-form!' she stuttered, Vernon looked at his wife in shock; Harry too was looking at his Auntie in shock! The only other time he heard his Aunt talking about the magical world was when she said about his mother being a witch.
'The what, what's a demionter?' Vernon said still looking at Petunia.
'Dementor, they're the guards at Azkaban prison! They drain people of their happiness; they feed off their worst nightmares! They make you feel cold, unloved and make you re-live your worst memory, eventually forcing you to go insane.
'They also if they get the chance to, perform the kiss on you! The kiss isn't good with a dementor. They will suck your soul out of you so you are nothing but an empty life, just living – not knowing who you are now, who you were then, not remembering any of your memories – good or bad! You're just living!' Harry stopped letting the information sink into his Uncle.
'So what does this have to do with Voldemort, whoever he may...' his Uncle stopped in the middle of his sentence and looked at Harry – as if for the first time he was really seeing him. 'He was the one who,'
'Killed my parents? Yes he was!' Harry said sharply not wanting his Uncle to say it – for some reason it wouldn't have seemed right, as he had made it very clear he didn't like Harry's parents.
'But he died!' his Uncle said to Harry as if he was talking to someone in the local mental ward. Harry shook his head. '"No he didn't, when he tried to kill me and I got this scar on my head – it was because my mother died protecting me she left a mark that Voldemort didn't understand - love! And because he didn't understand, because he'd never experienced it his spell backfired and instead of killing him it reduced him to a powerless soul that had to embody animals and other people to stay alive.
'He's been trying to get me since I went to Hogwarts; in the first year he was attached to my Defence against the dark arts teachers head. In the second year his 16-year-old self – reserved in a diary nearly killed my best friends sister and me. In my third year his loyal servant – my best friends rat, Scabbers returned to him after I'd just found out who Sirius really was.
'And last year me and a fellow Hogwarts student as well as two other students from other magical schools were entered into the Triwizard Tournament. Cedric and me were both the first to the cup in the middle of the maze, so we both took hold of it and were transported to Voldermort's old house where he had Cedric killed and then had me tied up and made to watch his "re-birth". He's still alive, and now stronger than ever!' Harry said sitting down next to his Aunt who was looking worried.
His Uncle stood there for a few seconds after Harry had finished and then looked between the telly and Harry. 'Right, RIGHT!' he said walking over to the telephone. He picked it up and dialled a number; standing still while the phone rang. Harry looked at his Uncle confused.
'Who are you calling?' He asked standing up and walking over to see if he could see the number dialled on the phone base screen. Harry never found out whom it was his Uncle was ringing, as they never picked up the phone, and even though Vernon rang them everyday – they still didn't answer.
'And they say this Country isn't going to the dogs!' Vernon said to his wife as he, Petunia, Dudley and Harry all piled into their car. 'I will keep on ringing though, I will – I've got that freaky channel popping up everyday, there is another lunatic on the loose after him and we're in the middle of it! I say we give them him and at least we'd live a normal, quiet no magical life!' Vernon said pulling into Kings Cross Station.
Harry got out the car and slammed the door shut not bothering to say "goodbye" to his Aunt or cousin. Vernon got out too and opened the boot – he pulled out Harry's trunk and dumped it on floor next to Harry, walked around the car and opened his door.
"Well goodbye then! Oh, and ask them if you can stay there for the summer as well, and tell them to take that stupid channel off my television." Before Harry could say anything, Vernon had got back into the car and drove off. Harry shook his head at his Uncle, and made his was to platforms 9 and 10 and when no-one was looking he headed for the barrier in between them, and he was through to Platform 9 3/4.
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Chapter one done, re-wrote! What do you think? Good? Bad? I actually started this two years so I hope I'm a better writer than I was then! Lol I've also changed loads of it so if anyone had read it before you'll notice a lot of changes! Hope that's a good thing. AND I've shortened it down because before it was far too long!
as two of my characters are Italian, and the translation site seems to be messed up, I'll write 'You should know better Kerlic!' Magenta her twin sister said to her in Italian. So you know it's meant to be in Italian- it also makes it easier for everyone to read! :o)
Chapter re-wrote because well it sucked!
The Ansonia's
Harry Potter the boy who lived was sitting at his desk, in his small bedroom at the back of number 4 Privet Drive. At that moment he was leaning over a newspaper his pet owl – Hedwig, had just brought him! The Daily Prophet, a newspaper like no others – for it was only available to the magical world, and the pictures inside moved.
He had subscribed to the paper as soon as he got back from Hogwarts a few months ago – with Voldemort now in full power he wanted to keep track on what he was doing at all times, and he knew that his Uncle and Aunt wouldn't let him watch the muggle news. 'It's "abnormal" for a 15 year old to want to watch the news' his Uncle had said countless times.
Harry looked at the date at the top of the news paper, '6th of August 1995' he read aloud, his eyes moved lower and there was a picture of buildings on fire and people running out of the picture screaming. 'Voldemort in Italy.' Harry read underneath the picture in bold letters. His eyes skimmed even lower down the page to the writing underneath.
"Voldemort was seen in Italy last night, he and his followers (deatheaters) destroyed a little town called Orvieto, killing most of the residents both magic and muggle. Among them was a well-respected family – the Ansonia's.
Unfortunately Serafina Ansonia and her husband Patrick Jones were also killed – Serafina was a professor at Legno Magico – the only magical school in Italy. While Patrick was a well known Auror working for the Ministry of Magic in Italy.
Their twin daughters, Kerlic and Magenta both 15 have not been seen since. It is important that if you have seen or heard anything about their whereabouts you contact the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible as these girls are in great danger!" Harry shuddered and lifted his head up, even though he didn't know these girls, for some reason he felt connected to them, and he hoped they were okay.
Harry was soon snapped out of his thoughts, when his Uncles voice floated up stairs shouting him. Harry rolled his eyes and got out of his chair, took the newspaper and put it under his bed so that his Aunt wouldn't find it if she went into his room.
He walked down the stairs and into the living room and was surprised to see all 3 of the Dursleys all looking at him. Dudley looked like he was about to cry – Harry assumed it was because his "television time" was getting interrupted because he was in the room.
His Aunty was looked at him with fear on her face, and his Uncle was now purple, his fist clenched and eyes bloodshot. At once without any warning the Dursleys' all turned their heads toward the television. Harry, confused followed their gaze and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. 'Wizard Channel!?" he said quietly.
His Uncle looked at him, and looked like he was about to explode. Several times he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. The final time he did this, the little funny looking wizard on the telly started to talk and drowned out Uncle Vernon's mumbling.
"As most of you probably know, he how must not be named is either in Italy or around that area. We have strong evidence to prove this but his whereabouts exactly are unknown. If you live in or near this area please remember to take precaution, as I don't think it needs to be said, that he is a dangerous wizard.
"Now that he who must not be named as returned to full powers, and has his faithful servants at hand it won't be long until he finds his most faith follower – Sirius Black, and with both of them together the world will be unthinkable. "We'll be back after these breaks!" Harry stared at the television set, angry as an advert for "Bertie Botts every flavour beans" came onto the screen.
'Sirius was never in with Voldemort!' Harry shouted, his Aunt and Uncle looked at him, his Uncle chuckled in an evil way.
'And how do you know? Do you know these raving mad killing lunatics?' he said with a slight grin on his face, expecting Harry's answer to be "no".
'Sirius never killed anyone,' Harry said through gritted teeth, his fist now clenched. 'And Voldemort is a heartless snake that deserves the kiss!' Vernon looked at his nephew with confusion on his face; he hated getting confused especially about magic rift raft.
'Who is this Voldemort and if you don't like him, why does he deserve a kiss?' his Uncle asked as Petunia who was now sitting on the settee shivered.
'Th-the kiiii-iss is somethi-ing those de-e-ment-tors p-perf-form!' she stuttered, Vernon looked at his wife in shock; Harry too was looking at his Auntie in shock! The only other time he heard his Aunt talking about the magical world was when she said about his mother being a witch.
'The what, what's a demionter?' Vernon said still looking at Petunia.
'Dementor, they're the guards at Azkaban prison! They drain people of their happiness; they feed off their worst nightmares! They make you feel cold, unloved and make you re-live your worst memory, eventually forcing you to go insane.
'They also if they get the chance to, perform the kiss on you! The kiss isn't good with a dementor. They will suck your soul out of you so you are nothing but an empty life, just living – not knowing who you are now, who you were then, not remembering any of your memories – good or bad! You're just living!' Harry stopped letting the information sink into his Uncle.
'So what does this have to do with Voldemort, whoever he may...' his Uncle stopped in the middle of his sentence and looked at Harry – as if for the first time he was really seeing him. 'He was the one who,'
'Killed my parents? Yes he was!' Harry said sharply not wanting his Uncle to say it – for some reason it wouldn't have seemed right, as he had made it very clear he didn't like Harry's parents.
'But he died!' his Uncle said to Harry as if he was talking to someone in the local mental ward. Harry shook his head. '"No he didn't, when he tried to kill me and I got this scar on my head – it was because my mother died protecting me she left a mark that Voldemort didn't understand - love! And because he didn't understand, because he'd never experienced it his spell backfired and instead of killing him it reduced him to a powerless soul that had to embody animals and other people to stay alive.
'He's been trying to get me since I went to Hogwarts; in the first year he was attached to my Defence against the dark arts teachers head. In the second year his 16-year-old self – reserved in a diary nearly killed my best friends sister and me. In my third year his loyal servant – my best friends rat, Scabbers returned to him after I'd just found out who Sirius really was.
'And last year me and a fellow Hogwarts student as well as two other students from other magical schools were entered into the Triwizard Tournament. Cedric and me were both the first to the cup in the middle of the maze, so we both took hold of it and were transported to Voldermort's old house where he had Cedric killed and then had me tied up and made to watch his "re-birth". He's still alive, and now stronger than ever!' Harry said sitting down next to his Aunt who was looking worried.
His Uncle stood there for a few seconds after Harry had finished and then looked between the telly and Harry. 'Right, RIGHT!' he said walking over to the telephone. He picked it up and dialled a number; standing still while the phone rang. Harry looked at his Uncle confused.
'Who are you calling?' He asked standing up and walking over to see if he could see the number dialled on the phone base screen. Harry never found out whom it was his Uncle was ringing, as they never picked up the phone, and even though Vernon rang them everyday – they still didn't answer.
'And they say this Country isn't going to the dogs!' Vernon said to his wife as he, Petunia, Dudley and Harry all piled into their car. 'I will keep on ringing though, I will – I've got that freaky channel popping up everyday, there is another lunatic on the loose after him and we're in the middle of it! I say we give them him and at least we'd live a normal, quiet no magical life!' Vernon said pulling into Kings Cross Station.
Harry got out the car and slammed the door shut not bothering to say "goodbye" to his Aunt or cousin. Vernon got out too and opened the boot – he pulled out Harry's trunk and dumped it on floor next to Harry, walked around the car and opened his door.
"Well goodbye then! Oh, and ask them if you can stay there for the summer as well, and tell them to take that stupid channel off my television." Before Harry could say anything, Vernon had got back into the car and drove off. Harry shook his head at his Uncle, and made his was to platforms 9 and 10 and when no-one was looking he headed for the barrier in between them, and he was through to Platform 9 3/4.
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Chapter one done, re-wrote! What do you think? Good? Bad? I actually started this two years so I hope I'm a better writer than I was then! Lol I've also changed loads of it so if anyone had read it before you'll notice a lot of changes! Hope that's a good thing. AND I've shortened it down because before it was far too long!