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The New Guard
Harry was not sure whether he should open the letter or not. He had been trying with all of his might to forget the wizarding world and all of its inhabitants. He put the letter on his bedside table, and lay back, staring at the ceiling again. Unbidden, brought on by the arrival of the letter, his memories from the last weeks in the wizarding world came rushing back. The one memory that he had been trying his hardest to forget was now surrounding him. He could almost see the jets of light and color flying past him, hear Bellatrix Lestrange's laughter, and see the look on his godfather's face as he fell. With those thoughts closing in on him, Harry fell into a restless sleep.
"You...This isn't a criticism Harry! But you do...sort of...I mean- don't you think you've got a bit of a- a- saving- people- thing? Hermione asked him, a worried expression on her face.
"That's funny," Harry replied through gritted teeth, "because I definitely remember Ron saying I'd wasted time acting the hero...is that what you think this is, you reckon I want to act the hero again?"
"I'm trying to say, Voldemort knows you Harry. He took Ginny down in the Chamber of Secrets to lure you there, it's the kind of thing he does, he knows you're the- the sort of person who'd go to Sirius' aid! What if he's just trying to get you to the Department of Myst-? -
Harry woke with a start, Hermione's words still ringing in his ears. He reached over to his bedside table, looking for his glasses, and his hand landed instead on Dumbledore's letter. After turning it over a few times, examining the tall loopy handwriting, he decided that it must be important if Dumbledore had written it himself. He slit open the envelope, and the letter fell to the floor. Picking it up he read:
Harry- George and Fred Weasley will be coming for you at noon July 15th. Have your school things packed and ready to go.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Looking at his calendar, Harry realized that today was July 15th. Fred and George would be coming in less than two hours.
Forgetting about his dream, Harry raced down the stairs to gather his possessions. The sudden sound of him bounding down the stairs caught the attention of all three Dursleys.
"What do you think you are doing causing such a racket?" shouted his Aunt Petunia.
"I can't hear the TV with you thundering around like an elephant!" hollered Dudley from the living room. Harry had slowed just enough to see the irony of this situation. A comment like that coming from Dudley, who was himself the size and weight of a small hippo.
Thankfully all of Harry's school things had been packed ever sense the end of last term. He simply grabbed the end of his heavy trunk, and started hauling it across the room. When Harry passed by the kitchen, his uncle stuck his head out.
"Just where do you think you are going with that?"
"I'm leaving. Someone is coming to pick me up at noon today."
Laughing at the dumbfounded look on his uncle's face, Harry turned and lugged his trunk up the stairs, and into his already occupied room.
"Your late Potter." Grinned the twins.
"What? No, hang on a second, you're early. What happened to the guard by the way?"
"We are the guard," said George with a mischievous grin, pulling a deck of exploding snap cards from his pocket.
"Scary thought isn't it?" chimed in Fred noticing the taken aback look on Harry's face. Still wondering about the 'real' guard, and the rest of the order, Harry suddenly remembered that it had been Dumbledore who had sent the letter, and a thousand questions flew into his mind. "What is this about? Is everyone ok? Where are we going? How are we getting there?" The twins smiled at each other, and George held out the deck of cards. With a suspicious glance at the identical red heads, Harry reached out and took the deck, and in an instant, he felt the familiar sensation as though a hook were being pulled somewhere behind his navel.
Hope you enjoyed the second chapter. Please review. This is our first fanfic and we would love to hear your thoughts and criticisms.
it. Don't sue us.
The New Guard
Harry was not sure whether he should open the letter or not. He had been trying with all of his might to forget the wizarding world and all of its inhabitants. He put the letter on his bedside table, and lay back, staring at the ceiling again. Unbidden, brought on by the arrival of the letter, his memories from the last weeks in the wizarding world came rushing back. The one memory that he had been trying his hardest to forget was now surrounding him. He could almost see the jets of light and color flying past him, hear Bellatrix Lestrange's laughter, and see the look on his godfather's face as he fell. With those thoughts closing in on him, Harry fell into a restless sleep.
"You...This isn't a criticism Harry! But you do...sort of...I mean- don't you think you've got a bit of a- a- saving- people- thing? Hermione asked him, a worried expression on her face.
"That's funny," Harry replied through gritted teeth, "because I definitely remember Ron saying I'd wasted time acting the hero...is that what you think this is, you reckon I want to act the hero again?"
"I'm trying to say, Voldemort knows you Harry. He took Ginny down in the Chamber of Secrets to lure you there, it's the kind of thing he does, he knows you're the- the sort of person who'd go to Sirius' aid! What if he's just trying to get you to the Department of Myst-? -
Harry woke with a start, Hermione's words still ringing in his ears. He reached over to his bedside table, looking for his glasses, and his hand landed instead on Dumbledore's letter. After turning it over a few times, examining the tall loopy handwriting, he decided that it must be important if Dumbledore had written it himself. He slit open the envelope, and the letter fell to the floor. Picking it up he read:
Harry- George and Fred Weasley will be coming for you at noon July 15th. Have your school things packed and ready to go.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Looking at his calendar, Harry realized that today was July 15th. Fred and George would be coming in less than two hours.
Forgetting about his dream, Harry raced down the stairs to gather his possessions. The sudden sound of him bounding down the stairs caught the attention of all three Dursleys.
"What do you think you are doing causing such a racket?" shouted his Aunt Petunia.
"I can't hear the TV with you thundering around like an elephant!" hollered Dudley from the living room. Harry had slowed just enough to see the irony of this situation. A comment like that coming from Dudley, who was himself the size and weight of a small hippo.
Thankfully all of Harry's school things had been packed ever sense the end of last term. He simply grabbed the end of his heavy trunk, and started hauling it across the room. When Harry passed by the kitchen, his uncle stuck his head out.
"Just where do you think you are going with that?"
"I'm leaving. Someone is coming to pick me up at noon today."
Laughing at the dumbfounded look on his uncle's face, Harry turned and lugged his trunk up the stairs, and into his already occupied room.
"Your late Potter." Grinned the twins.
"What? No, hang on a second, you're early. What happened to the guard by the way?"
"We are the guard," said George with a mischievous grin, pulling a deck of exploding snap cards from his pocket.
"Scary thought isn't it?" chimed in Fred noticing the taken aback look on Harry's face. Still wondering about the 'real' guard, and the rest of the order, Harry suddenly remembered that it had been Dumbledore who had sent the letter, and a thousand questions flew into his mind. "What is this about? Is everyone ok? Where are we going? How are we getting there?" The twins smiled at each other, and George held out the deck of cards. With a suspicious glance at the identical red heads, Harry reached out and took the deck, and in an instant, he felt the familiar sensation as though a hook were being pulled somewhere behind his navel.
Hope you enjoyed the second chapter. Please review. This is our first fanfic and we would love to hear your thoughts and criticisms.