Disclamer: I am not J.K. Rowling and I do not own Harry Potter.
Author's Note: I was the author of my very own short lived 5th year fanfic. However, I decided that with OoTP coming out, why bother? But we are a long time away from the 6th book, so, may I present Harry Potter and the Battle for Hogwarts.
Chapter One-The Visitors
The hot sun beat its way into the bedroom of 16-year-old wizard Harry Potter. It was an unseasonably warm August that year. Harry was trying very much to ignore this, as he had to work on his summer homework, namely, a Potions essay. Harry's worst teacher, Professor Severus Snape had given them a rather grueling assignment.
Unable to find anything else to add to his essay, Harry put his parchment, ink, and quill back into his trunk and decided to write a letter to Ron, letting him know that while the Dursleys were being at least civil, he still wanted to get out of there. He was about to send Hedwig along with it until he realized that Uncle Vernon would have a fit if he sent the owl out during the day.
Harry set the letter down on the desk near Hedwig's cage and took another look outside. In the distance, he saw a large barn owl approaching. He waited, ready to open the window so the bird would not be seen.
Soon enough, the bird was close enough so that Harry could pull it in. It was his Hogwarts letter. Harry assumed the letter was late again this year because of Lord Voldemort. He opened the envelope and read.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross station, platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock. Additionally, you have been named new Gryffindor prefect. Congratulations, and enclosed is your new badge. Please note that this honor brings great responsibility. If you do not feel up to the task, please contact your head of house as soon as you return to school.
A list of books for next year is enclosed. Yours sincerely, Professor M. McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
After reading the letter, Harry felt a surge of joy. But he couldn't enjoy the feeling for very long.
"BOY! Get down here," shouted Uncle Vernon for the kitchen. Harry ran as fast as he could down there, as Uncle Vernon sounded particularly upset.
"If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. NO OWLS DURING THE DAY!" said Uncle Vernon.
"Would your rather Moody come back at pay a visit?" said Harry calmly. Uncle Vernon had a small, but noticeable look of fear on his face.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Dudley answered it. "AHHHHH!" he screamed running into the kitchen, his fat waddling.
Harry and Uncle Vernon moved closer to the door and they saw Tonks and Professors Moody and Lupin waiting outside.
"Oh, hello. How.er.nice to see you," said Uncle Vernon desperately trying to say the words.
"Well, Dursley, I hope you don't mind us stopping by," growled Moody.
Uncle Vernon gestured from them to come in, but they didn't budge.
"We just want to pick up Harry and then we'll be off," said Tonks whose hair was of the brightest lime green Harry had ever seen.
Uncle Vernon gave a curt nod and Harry, along with Tonks and Professor Lupin went upstairs, leaving Moody alone with the rest of the family.
As soon as they reached Harry's room Tonks's used her pack spell and Harry, with Lupin's help, carried his trunk down the stairs.
"If I may ask," said Harry, "how are we going to get to you-know- where?"
"You'll find out soon," said Lupin. And they headed off down Privet Drive.
Author's Note: I was the author of my very own short lived 5th year fanfic. However, I decided that with OoTP coming out, why bother? But we are a long time away from the 6th book, so, may I present Harry Potter and the Battle for Hogwarts.
Chapter One-The Visitors
The hot sun beat its way into the bedroom of 16-year-old wizard Harry Potter. It was an unseasonably warm August that year. Harry was trying very much to ignore this, as he had to work on his summer homework, namely, a Potions essay. Harry's worst teacher, Professor Severus Snape had given them a rather grueling assignment.
Unable to find anything else to add to his essay, Harry put his parchment, ink, and quill back into his trunk and decided to write a letter to Ron, letting him know that while the Dursleys were being at least civil, he still wanted to get out of there. He was about to send Hedwig along with it until he realized that Uncle Vernon would have a fit if he sent the owl out during the day.
Harry set the letter down on the desk near Hedwig's cage and took another look outside. In the distance, he saw a large barn owl approaching. He waited, ready to open the window so the bird would not be seen.
Soon enough, the bird was close enough so that Harry could pull it in. It was his Hogwarts letter. Harry assumed the letter was late again this year because of Lord Voldemort. He opened the envelope and read.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross station, platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock. Additionally, you have been named new Gryffindor prefect. Congratulations, and enclosed is your new badge. Please note that this honor brings great responsibility. If you do not feel up to the task, please contact your head of house as soon as you return to school.
A list of books for next year is enclosed. Yours sincerely, Professor M. McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
After reading the letter, Harry felt a surge of joy. But he couldn't enjoy the feeling for very long.
"BOY! Get down here," shouted Uncle Vernon for the kitchen. Harry ran as fast as he could down there, as Uncle Vernon sounded particularly upset.
"If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. NO OWLS DURING THE DAY!" said Uncle Vernon.
"Would your rather Moody come back at pay a visit?" said Harry calmly. Uncle Vernon had a small, but noticeable look of fear on his face.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Dudley answered it. "AHHHHH!" he screamed running into the kitchen, his fat waddling.
Harry and Uncle Vernon moved closer to the door and they saw Tonks and Professors Moody and Lupin waiting outside.
"Oh, hello. How.er.nice to see you," said Uncle Vernon desperately trying to say the words.
"Well, Dursley, I hope you don't mind us stopping by," growled Moody.
Uncle Vernon gestured from them to come in, but they didn't budge.
"We just want to pick up Harry and then we'll be off," said Tonks whose hair was of the brightest lime green Harry had ever seen.
Uncle Vernon gave a curt nod and Harry, along with Tonks and Professor Lupin went upstairs, leaving Moody alone with the rest of the family.
As soon as they reached Harry's room Tonks's used her pack spell and Harry, with Lupin's help, carried his trunk down the stairs.
"If I may ask," said Harry, "how are we going to get to you-know- where?"
"You'll find out soon," said Lupin. And they headed off down Privet Drive.