DISCLAIMER :
I do NOT own Harry Potter and its related characters, names, places, and so on. They belong to J.K.Rowling and hers only, unless she said otherwise.
LEGEND :
{...} - Words in curl brackets are Harry's words to himself
[...] - These are my comments and explanations, if they're needed...
... - These words/names/phrases are made up and I don't own them. My apology if they're similar to anything in the real world
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CHAPTER FIVE - THE QUESTIONS
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Harry runs to his room with his heart beating fast out of rage after been dragged away by Dudley from Uncle Vernon. He kicks the door and kicks his Potion's essay, letting the ink bottle flips over it and turns his essay into a black parchment.
{How could he?! He's supposed to be my uncle! A family! The one that protected me from Voldemort! Sirius wouldn't say things like that! Oh, how I hate that man! Why didn't he the one who's dead instead of Sirius?!}
Harry presses his head with both hands, trying to controls his breathing and focused his eyes on the black parchment, when suddenly he realized it was burning like a big fire camp. He takes his wand and was already swing it before he remembered that he's not suppose to do magic and even if he's allowed, he doesn't know the spell. Harry looks around his messy room {Think, Harry! Think fast!} He grabs his school bag and starts to hit the fire with it. Finally, he ends up with a big hole in his bag and some dried ink spots on it too.
Harry sits in his bed, exhausted mentally and physically. He throws the bag to other side of the room when Aunt Petunia walks in.
"You, you ungrateful brat! How could you do that to your uncle! You're lucky he wasn't seriously injured! Don't you- Sniff, sniff, what's with that smell? You! What did you do this time?! I smell smoke!"
"My homework got burned down. I don't know how that can happen"
"Liar! I know you were trying to burn the house! You, you just like her!"
"Her? Who do you mean by her?"
"Your mother! I should've known the minute I saw your green eyes that you would be the same! Always wanted the attention for her self! Just like when Mom and Dad choose to came to my wedding instead of hers!"
"She is not! Don't you talk about her that way!"
"Silence! I knew her better than you did, you brat! If it wasn't for pity, I would never put you in to this house! I thought that we could change you, teach you better than my sister would have done. But now, I can see that Marge was right. You, are already a trouble-maker to started with!"
"My mother is far much better than you would ever be!" Harry says while pointing his wand to his aunt, although he's not sure going to use it or not.
"See, see?! Just like her. When everything's out of her control, she takes her wand out and started to threats people with it. Well, I'm not scared of you, Lily!"
Harry stunned. His aunt just called him Lily. Aunt Petunia seems to noticing it too. She steps back and for a minute looks confused. There's a long silent before she said, "No dinner for you" and walks out of Harry's room. She locks the door from outside.
Harry puts down his wand and sits again in his bed. {Why does everyone say bad things about my parent? Were they that bad?} Harry remembers the memory of Snape on Pensieve. The memory about James toying with Snape, flipped him over in mid air just for fun. {What if they aren't as good as I thought they would be? I know they love me, but so do Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon to Dudley. They love him, care for his wealth. They aren't nice, but they love their son. What if my parent is just like them? What if they weren't dead? Would they raise me just like the way Dudley was raise? How can I be certain?}
As much as Harry hard to admit it, but he realized that his aunt was right. Harry doesn't know much about his parent. {I need to ask someone. Someone that's close to them. A friend. Sirius... no. Lupin, yes, I can ask him. But Hedwig hasn't return and I need the answers now. Who can I ask to?} For a minute, Harry remembers Mrs. Figg. {No, it's already night. It would look suspicious if I go to her place. The Dursleys would find out that she's a witch} Then another name come up. {Dumbledore! Yes! Dobby will come any minute now. I can ask him to take me to Dumbledore's place!}
Harry's eagerly walks around in his room. In his mind, Harry makes a list of things that he wishes to ask to Dumbledore when suddenly a house-elf apparate in front of him.
"Happy birthday, Sir Harry Potter!" cried Dobby, holding a big birthday cake with his both hands. Harry was surprise. He looks at his watch and just realizes he's now sixteen years old for about 6 minutes.
"Er, thank you, Dobby" reply Harry. He holds the cake and put it on the table.
"Come on, Sir! Blow the candle and make a wish" said Dobby.
"No, Dobby, there's something-" Harry sees the house-elf's smile fade away and his ears went down. "Okay, Dobby. I'll blow the candle for you" and so he did.
"Now, Dobby, there's- What's this?" asked Harry when Dobby hands over a messy colourful paper wrapping a round object.
"It's your birthday present, Sir! Dobby bought it with his own savings!"
"You shouldn't, Dobby. Thank you"
Harry unwraps the present, a golden ball at size of a golf ball rolls to his left hand's palm. It has a pair of feather.
"Dobby! Is it a Snitch?"
"No, Sir. It's not the real one. Dobby can't afford to buy it. It's a small version for you to practice with. Do you like it?"
"Very much! But why it isn't moving?"
"Oh, Sir Harry must activate it first with his wand"
Harry takes his wand and touches the Snitch with it. Its feathers slowly start to vibrate. The ball's hovering above Harry's head before it start to fly around the room in random direction. In his dark room, Harry's able to see the Snitch forming lines that glows in bright gold. Harry grabs the Snitch when it suddenly passes his left ear. He touches it again with his wand and the Snitch stops resisting.
"Thank you again, Dobby! This is cool"
"Dobby's glad to see you happy, Sir. At least this is what Dobby could do"
"Actually, Dobby. There is something else that you could do for me"
"Oh, Sir. Just tell Dobby what he must do to serve Harry Potter"
"Well, Dobby. Could you take me to Prof. Dumbledore?"
I do NOT own Harry Potter and its related characters, names, places, and so on. They belong to J.K.Rowling and hers only, unless she said otherwise.
LEGEND :
{...} - Words in curl brackets are Harry's words to himself
[...] - These are my comments and explanations, if they're needed...
... - These words/names/phrases are made up and I don't own them. My apology if they're similar to anything in the real world
==================================================
CHAPTER FIVE - THE QUESTIONS
==================================================
Harry runs to his room with his heart beating fast out of rage after been dragged away by Dudley from Uncle Vernon. He kicks the door and kicks his Potion's essay, letting the ink bottle flips over it and turns his essay into a black parchment.
{How could he?! He's supposed to be my uncle! A family! The one that protected me from Voldemort! Sirius wouldn't say things like that! Oh, how I hate that man! Why didn't he the one who's dead instead of Sirius?!}
Harry presses his head with both hands, trying to controls his breathing and focused his eyes on the black parchment, when suddenly he realized it was burning like a big fire camp. He takes his wand and was already swing it before he remembered that he's not suppose to do magic and even if he's allowed, he doesn't know the spell. Harry looks around his messy room {Think, Harry! Think fast!} He grabs his school bag and starts to hit the fire with it. Finally, he ends up with a big hole in his bag and some dried ink spots on it too.
Harry sits in his bed, exhausted mentally and physically. He throws the bag to other side of the room when Aunt Petunia walks in.
"You, you ungrateful brat! How could you do that to your uncle! You're lucky he wasn't seriously injured! Don't you- Sniff, sniff, what's with that smell? You! What did you do this time?! I smell smoke!"
"My homework got burned down. I don't know how that can happen"
"Liar! I know you were trying to burn the house! You, you just like her!"
"Her? Who do you mean by her?"
"Your mother! I should've known the minute I saw your green eyes that you would be the same! Always wanted the attention for her self! Just like when Mom and Dad choose to came to my wedding instead of hers!"
"She is not! Don't you talk about her that way!"
"Silence! I knew her better than you did, you brat! If it wasn't for pity, I would never put you in to this house! I thought that we could change you, teach you better than my sister would have done. But now, I can see that Marge was right. You, are already a trouble-maker to started with!"
"My mother is far much better than you would ever be!" Harry says while pointing his wand to his aunt, although he's not sure going to use it or not.
"See, see?! Just like her. When everything's out of her control, she takes her wand out and started to threats people with it. Well, I'm not scared of you, Lily!"
Harry stunned. His aunt just called him Lily. Aunt Petunia seems to noticing it too. She steps back and for a minute looks confused. There's a long silent before she said, "No dinner for you" and walks out of Harry's room. She locks the door from outside.
Harry puts down his wand and sits again in his bed. {Why does everyone say bad things about my parent? Were they that bad?} Harry remembers the memory of Snape on Pensieve. The memory about James toying with Snape, flipped him over in mid air just for fun. {What if they aren't as good as I thought they would be? I know they love me, but so do Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon to Dudley. They love him, care for his wealth. They aren't nice, but they love their son. What if my parent is just like them? What if they weren't dead? Would they raise me just like the way Dudley was raise? How can I be certain?}
As much as Harry hard to admit it, but he realized that his aunt was right. Harry doesn't know much about his parent. {I need to ask someone. Someone that's close to them. A friend. Sirius... no. Lupin, yes, I can ask him. But Hedwig hasn't return and I need the answers now. Who can I ask to?} For a minute, Harry remembers Mrs. Figg. {No, it's already night. It would look suspicious if I go to her place. The Dursleys would find out that she's a witch} Then another name come up. {Dumbledore! Yes! Dobby will come any minute now. I can ask him to take me to Dumbledore's place!}
Harry's eagerly walks around in his room. In his mind, Harry makes a list of things that he wishes to ask to Dumbledore when suddenly a house-elf apparate in front of him.
"Happy birthday, Sir Harry Potter!" cried Dobby, holding a big birthday cake with his both hands. Harry was surprise. He looks at his watch and just realizes he's now sixteen years old for about 6 minutes.
"Er, thank you, Dobby" reply Harry. He holds the cake and put it on the table.
"Come on, Sir! Blow the candle and make a wish" said Dobby.
"No, Dobby, there's something-" Harry sees the house-elf's smile fade away and his ears went down. "Okay, Dobby. I'll blow the candle for you" and so he did.
"Now, Dobby, there's- What's this?" asked Harry when Dobby hands over a messy colourful paper wrapping a round object.
"It's your birthday present, Sir! Dobby bought it with his own savings!"
"You shouldn't, Dobby. Thank you"
Harry unwraps the present, a golden ball at size of a golf ball rolls to his left hand's palm. It has a pair of feather.
"Dobby! Is it a Snitch?"
"No, Sir. It's not the real one. Dobby can't afford to buy it. It's a small version for you to practice with. Do you like it?"
"Very much! But why it isn't moving?"
"Oh, Sir Harry must activate it first with his wand"
Harry takes his wand and touches the Snitch with it. Its feathers slowly start to vibrate. The ball's hovering above Harry's head before it start to fly around the room in random direction. In his dark room, Harry's able to see the Snitch forming lines that glows in bright gold. Harry grabs the Snitch when it suddenly passes his left ear. He touches it again with his wand and the Snitch stops resisting.
"Thank you again, Dobby! This is cool"
"Dobby's glad to see you happy, Sir. At least this is what Dobby could do"
"Actually, Dobby. There is something else that you could do for me"
"Oh, Sir. Just tell Dobby what he must do to serve Harry Potter"
"Well, Dobby. Could you take me to Prof. Dumbledore?"