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owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to
Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. This Fiction takes into effect some serious issues the youth of
the 1990's dealt with, and it may be disturbing to some readers. Suicide is
a major figure in the beginning of the story, and murder is a major event
near the end. IF you have a problem with primary cast members dying, find
another fic. You have been warned.
I'm witholding my anger Though I'd like to be the strangler Of this punk-ass little pussy's puny neck It's my right to insist That he acknowledge my existence But he just displays complete lack of respect...
-Bully by Eminem-
Chapter 2 - Fighting on the HomeFront
Harry took the wand from Hedwig's claw, but it slipped from his fingers and onto the floor as he saw the letter up close. Surprise at seeing the writing on the letter caused his anger at his uncle's family to drain away, making way for another wave of sadness that washed over him, sending him to his knees.
He reached out and picked up the letter, still staring at his late godfather's handwriting. Surely this was a trick. Voldemort playing games with his head. He dropped the letter onto the floor, and grasped his wand as his uncle burst into his room.
"What in blazes-"
"FINITE INCANTATEM!"
The blue mist sparkled as it filled the room, and the jet of blue light hit the letter, sending it into the air, where it spun for a moment before fluttering back onto the bed. Harry scrutinized it. Nothing had happened. Then he turned, remembering his uncle had come in.
Uncle Vernon merely stood there as the mist faded, his face amazed at the effect the simple words had created. He blinked, then shook his head, and suddenly his face was redder than ever.
"I TOLD YOU NONE OF THAT NONSENSE IN THIS HOUSE! GET OUT! GET OUT!"
Harry merely stood there, letting his uncle's words wash over him. His aunt had appeared in the doorway in time to see the last bit of the mist fade away, and her face also became quite red.
Harry heard a fluttering behind him, and turned to see an owl with a very official-looking letter land upon his bed and proffer it's claw. He walked over to the bed and took the letter. Uncle Vernon was fuming and laughing at the same time.
"Haha, boy! That's your group of freaks! They're to come and arrest you! Then I won't have to worry anymore, you'll be with the denty-molars!"
Uncle Vernon did a bit of a dance where he was standing as Harry watched, opening the letter. He drew forth a bit of parchment and read :
Dear Mr. Potter;
Our alarms have shown that you performed an incantation ending charm at 11:23AM this morning. This is against the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Magic. Ministry officials will arrive at your house within the hour to take you to the ministry, where you will be questioned for this action and placed under arrest. Your wand will be confiscated upon their arrival. Use your remaining time to pack your belongings.
Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic
The Ministry owl fluttered out the window as Harry finished reading. He turned to his uncle, bringing his wand up to point at the fat man.
"Get out of my room, you fat tub of shit."
Uncle Vernon's face went white as parchment, and Aunt Petunia looked as though she were going to faint. The wand didn't waver, and the rage in Harry's eyes was quite evident. Not taking his eyes off the boy, Vernon walked to the doorway.
"There better not be a trace of you left when they come for you."
Harry grinned. "Don't worry."
Vernon closed the door, and Harry turned back to the letter with Sirius' handwriting. He picked it up again and placed it in his pocket. He pulled the floorboard up and took out his books and belongings, and opened his trunk and placed them inside. He opened his closet and drew forth his clothes and robes, and placed them into the trunk as well. His wand he left on bed.
"Hedwig, I need you to take this letter to Dumbledore. I'm sure he knows what's happened, but it will give him an idea of what they said this time."
Harry tied the letter from the Ministry to his owl's foot, and she lit out the window. Harry watched her for a moment, then turned back to the room. Everything he owned was inside his trunk. He sat on the bed, and drew out the letter from Sirius. Breathing deeply, he opened it and took out the parchment.
Dear Harry;
If you are reading this, it means I am gone.
I hope that even though you receive this, you are alright. We only knew each other for a short time, but the time I spent with you was worth the 13 years I spent locked in Azkaban, and the time I spent locked within my mother's house.
This has come to you as my final Will and Testament. It is short, but legal, as Dumbledore and Moody are watching me write this, and will affirm their own witness to this.
All that I have, Harry, now belongs to you. My account at Gringott's, my mother's House, and any other items that came into my posession with my mother's death, all are yours. I know this is small countenance, given what you are going through now, but it is all I have to give you.
I also wish to give you the name of your Godmother, whom Dumbledore decided to keep silent until something happened to me.
It is ironic, however, that the woman you consider to be your mother-figure is also your Godmother. Molly Weasley was asked to be such at your birth, as she had been there to bring you into the world, and James and Lilly would have nobody else to take to the task. That is why she treats you as her own son - for in a way, you already were.
Have a good life, Harry. I wish I could be there to watch you finish school, and to go into life. Don't ever forget the times we had together.
-Sirius
-Witnessed by Albus P.W.B. Dumbledore and Alastor Z. Moody
Harry heard a knock at the front door as he finished reading, and he folded the letter up and placed it back into his pocket. A moment later, there was a knock at the door, and two men in wizard robes followed Uncle Vernon into the room, looking around.
"Where is he?"
Uncle Vernon's eyes bulged. "He...he's right here." He guestured to Harry.
Harry's eyes widened as well. "Uncle Vernon, guesture them to another part of the room, quickly! They're not from the Ministry!"
Vernon's brow furrowed, and he pointed to another corner of the room. "I mean over there."
Harry drew his wand as he saw the two ministry impostors draw their own. He motioned for Vernon to get out the door. Harry leveled the wand at the nearest impostor.
"RICTUSEMPRA!"
The man fell to the floor laughing uncontrollably, and the other man turned as Harry yelled again.
"STUPEFY!"
The man didn't have enough time to cast his own counterspell, and flew backwards into Harry's dresser, falling to the floor, obviously out cold. The first man had gotten over his giggling fit and stood, aiming his want to the right of where Harry was standing. Harry grinned coldly and shouted another spell.
"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"
The man's arms and legs snapped together, and he fell to the floor stiff as a board. Harry had a quick flash of memory back to second year when Hermione had used the very same spell on Neville. He pointed his wand at his trunk, with a quick locomotor trunk incantation, and ran from the room. His aunt, uncle, and cousin were all at the bottom of the stairs, eyes as wide as saucers.
"Don't just stand there, run!"
It didn't take telling them twice. They scurried over each other towards the front door. Just before Uncle Vernon got to it, it flew open, and a man in bright blue robes with a long white beard stepped within the house, his eyes ablase with anger. Harry stopped in his tracks, his trunk bumping into Dudley as the boy tried to get to his feet.
"Dumbledore!"
I'm witholding my anger Though I'd like to be the strangler Of this punk-ass little pussy's puny neck It's my right to insist That he acknowledge my existence But he just displays complete lack of respect...
-Bully by Eminem-
Chapter 2 - Fighting on the HomeFront
Harry took the wand from Hedwig's claw, but it slipped from his fingers and onto the floor as he saw the letter up close. Surprise at seeing the writing on the letter caused his anger at his uncle's family to drain away, making way for another wave of sadness that washed over him, sending him to his knees.
He reached out and picked up the letter, still staring at his late godfather's handwriting. Surely this was a trick. Voldemort playing games with his head. He dropped the letter onto the floor, and grasped his wand as his uncle burst into his room.
"What in blazes-"
"FINITE INCANTATEM!"
The blue mist sparkled as it filled the room, and the jet of blue light hit the letter, sending it into the air, where it spun for a moment before fluttering back onto the bed. Harry scrutinized it. Nothing had happened. Then he turned, remembering his uncle had come in.
Uncle Vernon merely stood there as the mist faded, his face amazed at the effect the simple words had created. He blinked, then shook his head, and suddenly his face was redder than ever.
"I TOLD YOU NONE OF THAT NONSENSE IN THIS HOUSE! GET OUT! GET OUT!"
Harry merely stood there, letting his uncle's words wash over him. His aunt had appeared in the doorway in time to see the last bit of the mist fade away, and her face also became quite red.
Harry heard a fluttering behind him, and turned to see an owl with a very official-looking letter land upon his bed and proffer it's claw. He walked over to the bed and took the letter. Uncle Vernon was fuming and laughing at the same time.
"Haha, boy! That's your group of freaks! They're to come and arrest you! Then I won't have to worry anymore, you'll be with the denty-molars!"
Uncle Vernon did a bit of a dance where he was standing as Harry watched, opening the letter. He drew forth a bit of parchment and read :
Dear Mr. Potter;
Our alarms have shown that you performed an incantation ending charm at 11:23AM this morning. This is against the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Magic. Ministry officials will arrive at your house within the hour to take you to the ministry, where you will be questioned for this action and placed under arrest. Your wand will be confiscated upon their arrival. Use your remaining time to pack your belongings.
Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic
The Ministry owl fluttered out the window as Harry finished reading. He turned to his uncle, bringing his wand up to point at the fat man.
"Get out of my room, you fat tub of shit."
Uncle Vernon's face went white as parchment, and Aunt Petunia looked as though she were going to faint. The wand didn't waver, and the rage in Harry's eyes was quite evident. Not taking his eyes off the boy, Vernon walked to the doorway.
"There better not be a trace of you left when they come for you."
Harry grinned. "Don't worry."
Vernon closed the door, and Harry turned back to the letter with Sirius' handwriting. He picked it up again and placed it in his pocket. He pulled the floorboard up and took out his books and belongings, and opened his trunk and placed them inside. He opened his closet and drew forth his clothes and robes, and placed them into the trunk as well. His wand he left on bed.
"Hedwig, I need you to take this letter to Dumbledore. I'm sure he knows what's happened, but it will give him an idea of what they said this time."
Harry tied the letter from the Ministry to his owl's foot, and she lit out the window. Harry watched her for a moment, then turned back to the room. Everything he owned was inside his trunk. He sat on the bed, and drew out the letter from Sirius. Breathing deeply, he opened it and took out the parchment.
Dear Harry;
If you are reading this, it means I am gone.
I hope that even though you receive this, you are alright. We only knew each other for a short time, but the time I spent with you was worth the 13 years I spent locked in Azkaban, and the time I spent locked within my mother's house.
This has come to you as my final Will and Testament. It is short, but legal, as Dumbledore and Moody are watching me write this, and will affirm their own witness to this.
All that I have, Harry, now belongs to you. My account at Gringott's, my mother's House, and any other items that came into my posession with my mother's death, all are yours. I know this is small countenance, given what you are going through now, but it is all I have to give you.
I also wish to give you the name of your Godmother, whom Dumbledore decided to keep silent until something happened to me.
It is ironic, however, that the woman you consider to be your mother-figure is also your Godmother. Molly Weasley was asked to be such at your birth, as she had been there to bring you into the world, and James and Lilly would have nobody else to take to the task. That is why she treats you as her own son - for in a way, you already were.
Have a good life, Harry. I wish I could be there to watch you finish school, and to go into life. Don't ever forget the times we had together.
-Sirius
-Witnessed by Albus P.W.B. Dumbledore and Alastor Z. Moody
Harry heard a knock at the front door as he finished reading, and he folded the letter up and placed it back into his pocket. A moment later, there was a knock at the door, and two men in wizard robes followed Uncle Vernon into the room, looking around.
"Where is he?"
Uncle Vernon's eyes bulged. "He...he's right here." He guestured to Harry.
Harry's eyes widened as well. "Uncle Vernon, guesture them to another part of the room, quickly! They're not from the Ministry!"
Vernon's brow furrowed, and he pointed to another corner of the room. "I mean over there."
Harry drew his wand as he saw the two ministry impostors draw their own. He motioned for Vernon to get out the door. Harry leveled the wand at the nearest impostor.
"RICTUSEMPRA!"
The man fell to the floor laughing uncontrollably, and the other man turned as Harry yelled again.
"STUPEFY!"
The man didn't have enough time to cast his own counterspell, and flew backwards into Harry's dresser, falling to the floor, obviously out cold. The first man had gotten over his giggling fit and stood, aiming his want to the right of where Harry was standing. Harry grinned coldly and shouted another spell.
"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"
The man's arms and legs snapped together, and he fell to the floor stiff as a board. Harry had a quick flash of memory back to second year when Hermione had used the very same spell on Neville. He pointed his wand at his trunk, with a quick locomotor trunk incantation, and ran from the room. His aunt, uncle, and cousin were all at the bottom of the stairs, eyes as wide as saucers.
"Don't just stand there, run!"
It didn't take telling them twice. They scurried over each other towards the front door. Just before Uncle Vernon got to it, it flew open, and a man in bright blue robes with a long white beard stepped within the house, his eyes ablase with anger. Harry stopped in his tracks, his trunk bumping into Dudley as the boy tried to get to his feet.
"Dumbledore!"