-----------------------------------Chapter Six----------------------------------------------
- Disclaimer-
Oh, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley,
Hermione and the lot,
How terribly much I wished to own them,
How very sad it is I do not.
So try and sue me if that will please you,
And tell me I plagiarize,
Then you will see I wrote this poem,
To get rid of any lies.
This whole thing does not, cannot,
And will not belong to me,
So any money you ever get
Will never come from me
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"Sooo, Harry, where do you go to school?" Melissa asked, walking alongside Harry."Er, a boarding school," He sad. "Up north..." he decided he would not lie and say he went that school the Dursleys told him to.
"Really?" Melissa said, surprised. "I heard you went to St.Brutus's..."
Harry just laughed. So the Dursley's had tried to tell the new neighbors he was some sort of hardened criminal.
"I take it your relatives don't like you much." Melissa commented. "Heh, that's an understatement!"
"Hey, I should probably be getting back to the house, but I was thinking we could maybe hang out sometime? Most of my friends live out of Surrey, and the few that live close are always busy... and I will probably die of boredom without someone to talk to..."
Harry looked at Melissa, surprised. "Um... ok, I guess..." He said.
"Great! Well, I gotta go, so see you around!" Melissa waved as she walked back to her house. Harry smiled and waved back, before turning around to continue his walk.
He wandered for a while, thinking. He knew that there were hard times ahead. He was quite lucky that Voldemort had not started attacking people last year, and he wished that it would be the same this year, but he had little hope. He needed to be prepared... and since he could do magic, he could learn more than if he couldn't. He had mailed Florish and Blotts and asked if he could order books from them, and found out he could, although there was a small fee. He had ordered a bunch of books on defense magic, charms, potions, and even a book of householdy spells. He thought that he could maybe do something about his patchy, oversized, hand-me-down clothes.
After Harry was done with his short walk, he went back to his room, mind set on doing some magic. He picked up the book for household spells, A how-to handbook of useful spells for the home By Zarinaa Tonosa. He opened in, and riffled through its pages, looking for a spell so he could tidy his room. He vaguely remembered the spell Tonks had done to pack his trunk, and wondered if there was something like that for room cleaning. The third chapter seemed promising-cleaning up with quick an easy magic- and opened up to the page. Sure enough, the first passage was on organizing clutter. -clutter-
For organizing a messy room, or just picking up after parties or energetic children, the (clean) spell is just the thing to use. It is fairly easy, and not much magic is required. All one has to do is have an image in your mind of what the place looked like clean, with everything in its place, give your wand a flick over the area you wish to tidy, and say tersus in a commanding sort of voice. The first few times you attempt the spell might just cram stuff into the proper places rather messily, but with practice, you can have every room in your home looking spotless. After time, some people have no need to say the incantation at all, and just doing the wand motion gives the same results. For the beginner, it is suggested to do small areas first.
Harry got out his wand, and looked at the instructions one more time. concentrating on a clean room, he flicked his wand, and commanded "Tersus!". He felt the familiar thrill that he got every time he did any magic, even the simplest of spell, ever since he blocked that killing curse.
To his amazement, all the clutter in his room went to its respective places, making his room look as clean as the rest of the Dursley residence.
"woah...." he muttered, pleased that he had gotten the spell right on the first try. He was pretty confident he could do it without saying the words. Then, and idea started to form in his head. Could he do that with other spells? Just using the wand motion? After all, they rarely used incantations in Transfiguration, so why would he need it for other spells? If he learned how to do magic without words, it would be extremely useful for dueling. He decided to do some experimenting, starting with simple spells, like Wingardium Leviosa and the like. Harry stood in the middle of his room, wand in hand, with a few books he was going to try to levitate without saying anything. Concentrating, he fixed his gaze on the stack of books. He flicked his wand at them, imagining the books hovering in the air. The books started to levitate, rather wobbly, but it was good for his first try.
A few hours later, Harry flopped on his bed, exhausted. He had mastered the levitating charm, the unlocking charm, summoning, banishing, and had even managed to turn an old shirt into a rather sinister looking pair of robes. He had actually been trying to summon it, but for some odd reason he thought of robes when he looked at the shirt, and instead of flying into his hand, it turned into some robes. He then tried doing the same thing, intentionally, on a pair of old shoes, thinking of boots. They had shifted into a pair of black combat boots. He made a mental note to try and make them a little less gothic sometime, but for then, they would have to do.
After he downed a few potions, Harry laid his head down, and fell asleep.
The courtroom was full of people, and Harry immediately recognized it as the same one his trial was held in. This time, there was a small, balding man sitting in the chair instead of him. It was Wormtail. Harry listened carefully, and realized the trial was coming to an end.
"Peter Pettigrew, you are hereby sentenced to life in Azkaban."
Harry's heart leapt. If Pettigrew was going to Azkaban, that meant Sirius was free! Harry could finally rid himself of having to live with the Dursley's. Although, that could just be a dream, and Pettigrew might not actually be going to Azkaban, so Harry decided to write Sirius later to find out.
"Hedwig!" Harry had sent her off with letters to the Order, Ron, and Hermione, telling them he was doing alright, and by the looks of things, they had written back.
He grabbed the first letter. It was from Sirius.
Harry, I have some good news... I"M FREE! The ministry finally gave Pettigrew a trial, and sent him to Azkaban. Then, they gave me a trial, with veritaserum, and proclaimed my innocence. They also gave me quite a bit of gold to keep me from complaining about being in Azkaban, which will come in handy for the Order.
Harry grinned, knowing his dream was true.
In about three days, a couple members of the Order and I will come and rescue you, so be ready!
Dumbledore just told be about what happened at the Ministry of Magic. Maybe when you come here, you will heal properly. That's actually the main reason Dumbledore is letting you come at all, really. He believes that if there are people to watch you and make sure you are taking your potions and such, then you might heal quicker. And don't tell me you're fine, I saw your handwriting on that letter you sent. Your handwriting may be usually a little sloppy, but not that horrid. After you get here, Dumbledore said he would send the school nurse over to take a look at you.
see you soon,
Sirius
Harry put down the letter with mixed emotions. He was happy that he would get to see Sirius, but that would mean Sirius would see how sick he was, and poor Harry would be confined to bed for who knows how long.
He picked up the other letters, and skimmed through, not really wanting to take the time to read them. They were full of the usual 'stay out of trouble' and 'be careful' stuff he was always sent. Oddly enough, he didn't feel any anger at the lack of information, as he did last year, and just set the letters down on his desk. He stroked Hedwig fondly, while thinking. He had three days until he went to Grimmauld Place. He hoped he would look a bit better by then, as not to worry Sirius.
He decided to study for the rest of the day to pass the time, and finish what little homework he had left. Harry walked over to his bedside table, where he had a book on apparition. Since he was Of Age, that meant he could learn to apparate, something he was much looking foreword to doing. He remembered the incident when he was young, where he somehow appeared on the roof of his old primary school, and was pretty confident that it counted as apparating. He read through the directions, and decided to give it a try. Of course, even if he could do it, he would need to get a license, but he would think of that later.
He walked to the far side of his room, and stood still. The book said to visualize where you wished to go, and concentrate. Harry closed his eyes, imagining himself on the other side of the room. Then, with a small popping sound, he found himself standing right in front of the door, exactly where he was visualizing. I thought apparating was supposed to make a loud crack he thought.
He went back to the other side of the room to try it again, to see if he wasn't just getting beginners luck or something, but halfway there, he was engulfed in pain from his chest, and everything fell into darkness.
---------------------------- AUTHOR"S NOTE---------------------------------
Once again, the chapter is short. But, school ends tomorrow, so I'll get more time to write nice, long chapters. And I am thinking of starting an after- Hogwarts story, since I really like to read those, but can never find much of them... what do you think? Should I?
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