Chapter 2
The last thing Harry remembered was the tugging sensation of a portkey shortly before he blacked out. He opened his eyes to try to get a better view of his surroundings only to find that his vision was horribly blurred without his glasses. As he sat up in bed he noticed that he was once again back in his old room on number 4 Privett Drive. Grabbing his glasses from the nightstand he shrugged the blankets of his bed off him and went to the calender to see the date. Checking the calender he saw that he had indeed been set back 3 years, to what would seem to be the summer before the start of his 5th year at Hogwart's.
"Well, now that I'm here the journey it would seem, begins a new." Harry said to himself as he prepared to send off a number of owls. "One to Dumbledore, one to Fudge too, he must be made to believe Voldemort has risen once again, and I will need to make preparations for training on my own incase Fudge or Dumbledore try to get in my way."
Gathering all the things he would need to start on the various letters he would need to send off to key people Harry began to write his first letter to Dumbledore.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
In light of recent events, the resurrection of Voldemort in particular, I believe that somehow it is meant to be me who is to finally defeat him. I don't mean to sound arrogant, but over the years I have been pitted against him time and time again through what seems to be fate. In my first year at hogwart's I managed to keep him from coming back to an immortal form by making the Elixir of Life from the Philosopher's Stone. In my second year I once again had to do battle with Voldemort and his basilisk to save one of my best friend's sister from losing her life to him so that he could take human form again. It seemed in my third year I would have a break, except with the fact that it was believed that Sirius Black was out to kill me, from Voldemort trying to kill me or someone close to me. How foolish I was that year, in the end I had to drive off over 100 dementors and watch the one person that could have freed Sirius slip through our fingers. My last year at Hogwart's has to have been my hardest one yet. Entered into a competition by some unknown person, forced to face dragons, merpeople, and a maze full of delightfully dreadful monsters and curses. Once I thought it was all over though, the blasted trophy takes Cedric and myself to a graveyard. The only thing we heard before Cedric's life was so tragically cut short was "Kill the spare" and then that bastard Wormtail cast the killing curse on Cedric.
I am tired of seeing those I care about get injured and killed around me and not being able to do anything to stop it. I have thought about our situation with Fudge not believing us. I was hoping that if you could give me a dose of veritaserum and let me use your pensieve, we could dig up the events of what happened on that fateful night that Cedric died and Voldemort was resurrected. Please owl me back with a response since this matter needs to be settled with the utmost haste.
Yours,
Harry Potter
Harry set aside the letter to Dumbledore so the ink could dry before rolling it and sending it off with Hedwig. Pulling out another piece of parchment he started to write a letter to the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
Dear Minister Fudge,
I am writing you to implore to you how dire the times have become. I know you were reluctant to believe that Voldemort had truly risen from the grave the night of the last Tri-Wizard Tournament event but closing your eyes to the truth is the worst mistake that you can make in such a crucial time. We must rally our forces now, while he is still weak and his death eaters are still unorganized. If we can strike him a fatal blow early on, before the Second War gets going it is possible to force him on the defensive and keep him from getting the foothold he had during his last reign of terror. To further proof what happened on the night Voldemort was ressurected I shall allow myself to put under the influence of Veritaserum and memories to be extracted from my mind of what exactly took place that night.
I also write to ask for permission to use and practice magic outside of school. Normally I would never ask for the laws to be bent for me, but since I seem to catch the blunt of Voldemort's wrath I would like to be able to train to defend myself. I shall leave it in your hands to decide on the pressing matter at hand as you see fit. I hope to hear back from you in response to the ideas and questions I brought up in this letter.
Sincerely,
Harold James Potter.
Rolling up the second note Harry glanced over to the clock to see what time it was, 5:45 A.M.
'Good' Harry thought to himself as he gathered some clean clothes from the closet and headed to the bathroom, 'plenty of time to take a quick jog around the neighborhood before the Dursley's woke up. 'If I'm going to train to fight Voldemort I might as well start build up physically as well as magically' he thought to himself before heading out for his jog.
The last thing Harry remembered was the tugging sensation of a portkey shortly before he blacked out. He opened his eyes to try to get a better view of his surroundings only to find that his vision was horribly blurred without his glasses. As he sat up in bed he noticed that he was once again back in his old room on number 4 Privett Drive. Grabbing his glasses from the nightstand he shrugged the blankets of his bed off him and went to the calender to see the date. Checking the calender he saw that he had indeed been set back 3 years, to what would seem to be the summer before the start of his 5th year at Hogwart's.
"Well, now that I'm here the journey it would seem, begins a new." Harry said to himself as he prepared to send off a number of owls. "One to Dumbledore, one to Fudge too, he must be made to believe Voldemort has risen once again, and I will need to make preparations for training on my own incase Fudge or Dumbledore try to get in my way."
Gathering all the things he would need to start on the various letters he would need to send off to key people Harry began to write his first letter to Dumbledore.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
In light of recent events, the resurrection of Voldemort in particular, I believe that somehow it is meant to be me who is to finally defeat him. I don't mean to sound arrogant, but over the years I have been pitted against him time and time again through what seems to be fate. In my first year at hogwart's I managed to keep him from coming back to an immortal form by making the Elixir of Life from the Philosopher's Stone. In my second year I once again had to do battle with Voldemort and his basilisk to save one of my best friend's sister from losing her life to him so that he could take human form again. It seemed in my third year I would have a break, except with the fact that it was believed that Sirius Black was out to kill me, from Voldemort trying to kill me or someone close to me. How foolish I was that year, in the end I had to drive off over 100 dementors and watch the one person that could have freed Sirius slip through our fingers. My last year at Hogwart's has to have been my hardest one yet. Entered into a competition by some unknown person, forced to face dragons, merpeople, and a maze full of delightfully dreadful monsters and curses. Once I thought it was all over though, the blasted trophy takes Cedric and myself to a graveyard. The only thing we heard before Cedric's life was so tragically cut short was "Kill the spare" and then that bastard Wormtail cast the killing curse on Cedric.
I am tired of seeing those I care about get injured and killed around me and not being able to do anything to stop it. I have thought about our situation with Fudge not believing us. I was hoping that if you could give me a dose of veritaserum and let me use your pensieve, we could dig up the events of what happened on that fateful night that Cedric died and Voldemort was resurrected. Please owl me back with a response since this matter needs to be settled with the utmost haste.
Yours,
Harry Potter
Harry set aside the letter to Dumbledore so the ink could dry before rolling it and sending it off with Hedwig. Pulling out another piece of parchment he started to write a letter to the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
Dear Minister Fudge,
I am writing you to implore to you how dire the times have become. I know you were reluctant to believe that Voldemort had truly risen from the grave the night of the last Tri-Wizard Tournament event but closing your eyes to the truth is the worst mistake that you can make in such a crucial time. We must rally our forces now, while he is still weak and his death eaters are still unorganized. If we can strike him a fatal blow early on, before the Second War gets going it is possible to force him on the defensive and keep him from getting the foothold he had during his last reign of terror. To further proof what happened on the night Voldemort was ressurected I shall allow myself to put under the influence of Veritaserum and memories to be extracted from my mind of what exactly took place that night.
I also write to ask for permission to use and practice magic outside of school. Normally I would never ask for the laws to be bent for me, but since I seem to catch the blunt of Voldemort's wrath I would like to be able to train to defend myself. I shall leave it in your hands to decide on the pressing matter at hand as you see fit. I hope to hear back from you in response to the ideas and questions I brought up in this letter.
Sincerely,
Harold James Potter.
Rolling up the second note Harry glanced over to the clock to see what time it was, 5:45 A.M.
'Good' Harry thought to himself as he gathered some clean clothes from the closet and headed to the bathroom, 'plenty of time to take a quick jog around the neighborhood before the Dursley's woke up. 'If I'm going to train to fight Voldemort I might as well start build up physically as well as magically' he thought to himself before heading out for his jog.