Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter..
A/N: Don't hurt me for the short chapter.... I was experiencing some trouble. And I still am... this one will be long though, and good. Promise! I was hoping a small chapter would get a rise outta someone. I wasn't even sure if anyone was reading anymore. Well it worked. Now on with the show. Oh wait!
Padfoot: Thank you... and have a nice sleep, or I'll see you on AIM if you are who I think you are. And if not –MEEP!- sorry for the mix up.
Chrisoriented: Thank you.
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Evan had gone on up into the Knight bus already, leaving Harry and James looking at each other awkwardly. "'ey. 'arry! 'urry up!" Harry nodded toward the bus and said tentatively. "Ern'll leave without us." James nodded. "Sure... lets go." Harry sunk down onto one of the beds. That look James had given him... was that envy!?
Was James Potter envious of his Quidditch skills? Evan took a seat beside him and Harry felt Evans thoughts again, their close proximity making it impossible to block it out, like Fred had instructed him to do. Evan was trying to decide where the sudden burst of energy he had had might have come from, in the end he settled that it must have been Hermione's potion.
Harry however, his mind was far from that subject, it was back at Grimmuald Place, with the bushy haired Muggle-born. Suddenly he ached to be back, to be at her side, to have her hands in his tightly. But on the other hand, he was getting what he had so desperately wanted, so desperately needed...time with a family.
Looking down he saw Evan's hand find his and squeeze lightly. "Hey, it's alright, we're all here again Harry, together, like it was meant to be." As they entered Diagon alley some minutes later Harry reached into his pocket and withdrew his wand, he needed to get it checked by Mr. Ollivander... it had been acting odd.
(Flash back)
{It had been one week before Ron Weasly and Hermione Grainger would burst into his room. It was also the last meal Harry ate that summer. He was sitting down to dinner when suddenly there was a loud 'bang' from upstairs, and a grunting noise of sorts. At that exact moment a letter had appeared in his hand causing Petunia to gasp. Hurriedly he ripped it open.
Mr. H. Potter
The Ministry of Magic has become aware that your wand is currently malfunctioning and has conjured up two magical creatures; it is unknown what they are as it is a Muggle house you are in where we cannot watch. What we do know is one at least has been seen and their existence already noted. You have permission to use magic to rid the house of the beasts if you can. If you cannot solve this problem please write quickly and a ministry official will be there to assist you immediately.
-Improper use of magic office.
Harry leapt up. "What's going on here boy!?" Vernon asked standing and taking Harry painfully by the wrist. "My wand! It's acting up! Let me go! Uncle Vernon let me go or there might not be a house left soon! I SAID RELEASE ME SCUM!" At this Vernon released Harry and Harry dashed upstairs to his room angrily. What stood before him was what looked like a large yellow bird, but it wasn't alone... trailing down the hall and come up behind him was what Harry dreaded to see.... And what he immediately turned away from... a Basilisk.
This was it... he as going to die at the hands of a bird and a snake his own wand conjured... and Voldemort would be free to kill... Ron... Hermione... Ginny... sweet innocent Ginny... Luna... Lupin... Tonks... all of them. Anger swelled up inside of him. Turning he used a banishing spell to banish the bird but he knew that it wouldn't be that easy to fight the basilisk, especially when trying not to look at it. Harry yelled for the Dursleys to hole themselves up in the kitchen.
Then he shut his door and barred it with anything he could. He opened his trunk hoping to find something to help him. He found first his folded invisibility cloak and tossed it aside, but when he did he heard a loud 'clang!' and a 'Thud!'
Unraveling it he revealed two things, only one of which was supposed to be there. The fang of the only other basilisk he had seen was kept there as a memento, but Harry had no idea why the sword of Godric Gryffindor was there. Smiling Harry spoke a soft 'thank you' and drew the sword up, somehow it felt natural in his hands, and he would use both items. Sword in his right hand, wand in his left, the Basilisk fang sticking out of his pocket he opened his closet door to a perfect lever and pushed his door open looking towards the closet in case the serpent was waiting on him. Only its tail could be seen as it slithered away. Harry dashed out and drew his wand up.
"IMPEDIMENTA!" The beast froze in place, but Harry knew it would wear off in a matter of seconds. Running quickly he dropped his wand and drew the fang, the beast was moving now, ever so slightly, he dug the fang into the animals right eye now lying on its large back as it began to thrash violently putting holes in the walls. Vernon was yelling, Petunia screaming and Dudley crying, all too loudly for Harry's taste.
He plunged the fang into the left eye just as he was thrown out... that had taken care of the eyes, but there was still the matter of the animals sense of smell, and the ability to detect vibrations. It turned to him its mouth opening wide. There was a sudden dull 'pop' as he was joined by a Wizard.
George Weasly stood beside him now, grabbing the sword that Harry had dropped beside his wand, running as the beast reared over Harry, George plunged it into the animals neck, and severed his head completely. Harry had fainted then and had awoken to all things being repaired, the beast gone and a letter form George telling him that everything was okay. But everything had not been okay. He was still the murderer of his godfather....}
"I need to stop by Ollivanders and have him check out my wand, you guys go ahead, I'll meet you here." Harry said as he entered the largely wand- filled shop. "Ah, Mr. Potter... welcome back... I understand your wand has been acting up?"
A/N: Don't hurt me for the short chapter.... I was experiencing some trouble. And I still am... this one will be long though, and good. Promise! I was hoping a small chapter would get a rise outta someone. I wasn't even sure if anyone was reading anymore. Well it worked. Now on with the show. Oh wait!
Padfoot: Thank you... and have a nice sleep, or I'll see you on AIM if you are who I think you are. And if not –MEEP!- sorry for the mix up.
Chrisoriented: Thank you.
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Evan had gone on up into the Knight bus already, leaving Harry and James looking at each other awkwardly. "'ey. 'arry! 'urry up!" Harry nodded toward the bus and said tentatively. "Ern'll leave without us." James nodded. "Sure... lets go." Harry sunk down onto one of the beds. That look James had given him... was that envy!?
Was James Potter envious of his Quidditch skills? Evan took a seat beside him and Harry felt Evans thoughts again, their close proximity making it impossible to block it out, like Fred had instructed him to do. Evan was trying to decide where the sudden burst of energy he had had might have come from, in the end he settled that it must have been Hermione's potion.
Harry however, his mind was far from that subject, it was back at Grimmuald Place, with the bushy haired Muggle-born. Suddenly he ached to be back, to be at her side, to have her hands in his tightly. But on the other hand, he was getting what he had so desperately wanted, so desperately needed...time with a family.
Looking down he saw Evan's hand find his and squeeze lightly. "Hey, it's alright, we're all here again Harry, together, like it was meant to be." As they entered Diagon alley some minutes later Harry reached into his pocket and withdrew his wand, he needed to get it checked by Mr. Ollivander... it had been acting odd.
(Flash back)
{It had been one week before Ron Weasly and Hermione Grainger would burst into his room. It was also the last meal Harry ate that summer. He was sitting down to dinner when suddenly there was a loud 'bang' from upstairs, and a grunting noise of sorts. At that exact moment a letter had appeared in his hand causing Petunia to gasp. Hurriedly he ripped it open.
Mr. H. Potter
The Ministry of Magic has become aware that your wand is currently malfunctioning and has conjured up two magical creatures; it is unknown what they are as it is a Muggle house you are in where we cannot watch. What we do know is one at least has been seen and their existence already noted. You have permission to use magic to rid the house of the beasts if you can. If you cannot solve this problem please write quickly and a ministry official will be there to assist you immediately.
-Improper use of magic office.
Harry leapt up. "What's going on here boy!?" Vernon asked standing and taking Harry painfully by the wrist. "My wand! It's acting up! Let me go! Uncle Vernon let me go or there might not be a house left soon! I SAID RELEASE ME SCUM!" At this Vernon released Harry and Harry dashed upstairs to his room angrily. What stood before him was what looked like a large yellow bird, but it wasn't alone... trailing down the hall and come up behind him was what Harry dreaded to see.... And what he immediately turned away from... a Basilisk.
This was it... he as going to die at the hands of a bird and a snake his own wand conjured... and Voldemort would be free to kill... Ron... Hermione... Ginny... sweet innocent Ginny... Luna... Lupin... Tonks... all of them. Anger swelled up inside of him. Turning he used a banishing spell to banish the bird but he knew that it wouldn't be that easy to fight the basilisk, especially when trying not to look at it. Harry yelled for the Dursleys to hole themselves up in the kitchen.
Then he shut his door and barred it with anything he could. He opened his trunk hoping to find something to help him. He found first his folded invisibility cloak and tossed it aside, but when he did he heard a loud 'clang!' and a 'Thud!'
Unraveling it he revealed two things, only one of which was supposed to be there. The fang of the only other basilisk he had seen was kept there as a memento, but Harry had no idea why the sword of Godric Gryffindor was there. Smiling Harry spoke a soft 'thank you' and drew the sword up, somehow it felt natural in his hands, and he would use both items. Sword in his right hand, wand in his left, the Basilisk fang sticking out of his pocket he opened his closet door to a perfect lever and pushed his door open looking towards the closet in case the serpent was waiting on him. Only its tail could be seen as it slithered away. Harry dashed out and drew his wand up.
"IMPEDIMENTA!" The beast froze in place, but Harry knew it would wear off in a matter of seconds. Running quickly he dropped his wand and drew the fang, the beast was moving now, ever so slightly, he dug the fang into the animals right eye now lying on its large back as it began to thrash violently putting holes in the walls. Vernon was yelling, Petunia screaming and Dudley crying, all too loudly for Harry's taste.
He plunged the fang into the left eye just as he was thrown out... that had taken care of the eyes, but there was still the matter of the animals sense of smell, and the ability to detect vibrations. It turned to him its mouth opening wide. There was a sudden dull 'pop' as he was joined by a Wizard.
George Weasly stood beside him now, grabbing the sword that Harry had dropped beside his wand, running as the beast reared over Harry, George plunged it into the animals neck, and severed his head completely. Harry had fainted then and had awoken to all things being repaired, the beast gone and a letter form George telling him that everything was okay. But everything had not been okay. He was still the murderer of his godfather....}
"I need to stop by Ollivanders and have him check out my wand, you guys go ahead, I'll meet you here." Harry said as he entered the largely wand- filled shop. "Ah, Mr. Potter... welcome back... I understand your wand has been acting up?"