FAN-Fiction- HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF PRINCE OF BLOOD
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Surprise
It was another one of those days, where it was hot and boring. Summer was the worst part of Harry Potter's life, but he wouldn't let that get to him. He had to keep is head held high and look at the bright side. In a couple of months, he will be leaving the Dursely's and going back to where he called home, Hogwarts.
During the summer, Harry couldn't keep his mind off Sirius, his godfather. If only I got there in time.... I could have saved him. ...It's my entire fault. Crazy things have been racing in Harry's mind for weeks. He just couldn't get past the fact that he was dead. Harry wanted more than anything to now get revenge on Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry, however, knew he wasn't to get near and wouldn't get near Bellatrix for a long time, but when that time came, he would seek revenge.
Harry lay down on his bed thinking things through, when a large barn owl raced through his window. Harry no doubt knew that this owl was Pigwidgeon, Ron's owl. Harry untied the letter stuck to his claws and the owl flew to Hedwig, Harry's snowy owls cage to play. Harry opened the envelope and took out the letter, although not enthusiastic as he could have been, unfolded the parchment. Harry Read aloud, "Dear Harry Mums Worried about you. She keeps going on and on about you not being safe and she's worried about how you're dealing with things. She made me write this letter. (Not that I didn't want to) but she's worried. Mum says your welcome here anytime. She also wants you send reply as soon as you get this! So how is everything? Hermionie is worried too, we both want to see you soon Harry. I know how things would feel like, when my grandpa died, I lost it. Dumbledore told us not to bother you, that you're going through a ruff time. What was it that you talked about with him anyway? Oh I suppose you're not in a good mood, so ill leave you to it then. Miss you! -Ron"
Harry read the letter over and over and couldn't decide what to write back. He went to his desk and dug out a quill and parchment and wrote back, "Not much to explain. Miss you. Maybe I'll come soon! -Harry"
Harry then tied the note to Pigwidgeon and sent him out the window. Then Harry drew in a deep breath and fell back onto his bed retracing his thoughts on how it should have been him who died.
At 9:10, Harry heard the usual clicking noise and sat up. The Dursley's kept Harry locked in his room all night, because they were afraid that Harry would attack him with some crazy spell while they were sleeping. Harry went downstairs and walked into the kitchen. He spelled the sweet smell of porridge on the stove and took a seat the table. The T.V. was rolling and Harry's fat cousin Dudley was sitting in a near by chair, not noticing that Harry had walked in. Dudley was watched a ice skater fall down and he started laughing. Dudley then turned around to his mother Petunia who was busy cooking and said, "Mum, when's the food going to be done? I'm hungry and I'm going to meet up with the guys and we're going to play with some kids." Shrieking in laughter, Dudley waiting for his mother's response.
She said, "It's going to be done soon my Ickle Diddykins."
"What are we having?" Dudley yelled back.
"Porridge and Pastries." Petunia replied back.
"But I don't want Porridge!" stammered Dudley
Harry looked back and forth from his Aunt to his Cousin and the finally spoke out, "Then have Pastries."
"Nonsense, Have Harry make Dudley whatever he wants." This voice was coming out of Uncle Vernon's mouth. He has just walked into the scene wearing a business suit and a smile. "What will it be Dudley?"
"But that's not fair!" Shouted Harry. "Make Dudley make his own breakfast. He does nothing but sit around all day and eat."
"I will not tolerate you mouthing off about my son," said Vernon. "Out! Out!" pushing Harry out of the kitchen, Harry managed to get a pastry and ran out of the kitchen. Harry ran up the stairs to change and went back downstairs and into the entry room. Harry managed to catch the last thing that Uncle Vernon said which was, "Petunia, today we are receiving a large order from Mike Epson Construction Company." Harry didn't care to stay any longer and hear Vernon go on about drills, so he opened the door and stepped into broad daylight.
It was a warm, sunny morning and Harry was trying to decide what to do with his time. Harry knew that if he hung around long enough, Dudley would meet up with his gang and try to mess with Harry. Harry decided to walk to the park where he could just sit and think things through. When Harry reached the park, there were kids running around, and Harry decided this was not the ideal place for him to be while he was trying to think. Harry had the whole day off and so he thought a while what he was going to do, at last, he came up with a great idea. Harry would go to Diagon Alley and roam around the street looking at marvelous things.
Harry ran home and grabbed some sickles and knuts that were left from last year, and got back outside. Harry then walked to the corner of Private Drive, and let out his wand. Harry heard a giant speed forming towards him, and within seconds, the knight bus was at a stop and waited for Harry to climb in.
A recognizable voice said, "Welcome to the knight bus. We are here to serve any witch or wizard with a lift in times of crisis. I'm am your conduction Stan Shunpike." Pointing to his tag on his shirt, Stan finally looked at the wizard and said, "'Ey It's 'Arry Potter. Well come along, you know the drill. Where's your stuff?"
"I don't have any to day." Harry replied.
"Well then come along, we don't have all day."
Harry got onto the bus, and took a seat, more like falling on the chair; he waited for thr bus to zoom out of Private Drive. "'Ey Ernie. It's 'Arry Potter. We got 'Arry Potter on our bus again!" said Stan Shunpike.
Ernie looked over his shoulder and said, "So we do. How are you Mr. Potter?"
Harry replied back, "I'm good, how about yourself?"
"Ernie and I are great! So where are we taking you?" Stan quickly responded.
"Uh Diagon Alley." Harry paused a bit because he couldn't believe he was going to Diagon Alley for the day.
"Alright Ernie, hit it." Suddenly a huge amount of speed cast the bus to go fast.
"So Harry." Stan said, "What brings you to Diagon Alley?"
"Just a day to hang out and get out of the muggle world."
"Right on, right on. So have you gone to WWW?"
Harry looking confused said, "WWW?"
"Yea, you know Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes."
"Oh no not yet. Have you."
"Oy yes I have, It's bloody brilliant." (a/n can I use oy?) The conversation went down hill from there. Harry looked at a sign that said, "Warning, have you seen this wizard? Voldemort is back, reward 1000 Galleons for the one who spots him." Harry kept looking at the sign when Stan cut in, "Yea tis true, he's back. I would be so scared to come near him, how about you? Would you be scared if you came near him."
With a laugh, Harry answered back, "No, I wouldn't be scared."
"Well you are mighty brave then." A huge slam on the brakes flew Harry to the windshield, and told Harry that he was at Diagon Alley. "Diagon Alley," Stan said. "Alright 'Arry, take care."
Stan let Harry out and said, "That will be 11 sickles." Harry grabbed the sickles out of his pocket and handed it to Stan. Ernie, speaking for the first time, said, "See you." Then closed the door quickly and the knight bus was out of sight.
Harry walked on the smooth bricks into the Leaky Cauldron. He then walked straight to the back after saying "hello" to the bartender Tom and got into a room where there were bricks amongst him. Harry tapped the bricks with his wand, three up, two across...as he has seen Hagrid, do in his first year. Then the bricks started moving around and around, enough to make Harry a bit dizzy, Seconds later, Harry was standing in now what became of Diagon Alley.
Diagon Alley was this amazing place where witches and wizard shopped. It was full of every thing you could imagine. It has cauldrons in ever size, it had stores to buy owls, any kind of broomstick, wands, ever thing! It brought a smile to Harry's face and a feeling like home again. Harry roamed around looking in the windows and finally Harry stopped and turned around. He had past a store that wasn't there the last time he was in Diagon Alley. Harry looked up at a huge sign at the top of the store that read, "Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes." With a great big smile on his face, Harry entered the store.
Harry looked around and saw ever joke thing there was. There were candies that made your nose shrink. Candies that made your whole body shrink. There were candies that turned your body the color of the rainbow, Broomsticks that wouldn't fly, Wands that exploded, and much more different things. Harry was so happy with this shop. The owners were Fred and George Weasley, who were Ron's older twin brothers. Harry heard an announcement that must have came from George, or was it Fred? Who ever it was, they said, "We have an announcement. Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes have been a huge success, and we are so proud with its accomplishments. We have just come up with a new product called Works-your-load, in which you chew this candy, and it will make you change into a frog. You then take the next candy, and you will be human again. This could save you in a severe case, like being near you-know- who." A gasp came from the audience cut George short. Fred continued, "Anyways, we are proud of our work and still are working on more. Please enjoy the new things we have come out with." Then the twins pushed there way through the crowd of customers and reached Harry.
George said, "I knew that was you in the back, how are ya Harry?"
Harry replied back, "Nice to see you too, I'm alright. I see that your shop has been a huge success." Fred replied this time, "Yea we are proud of our work, but mum went wild when she found out we bought this place and turned it into a joke shop. I don't think that she will ever forgive us for leaving school and starting a joke shop."
"At least we come home for dinner," added George. "Mum went wild when Percy left us like that. We couldn't put mum through that again."
"So has your family come to your shop yet?" Harry said, looking interested.
"Loads of times. Mum doesn't like it much but she comes, and Dad loves it. He is proud that we have made something of ourselves, although he would never admit to it in front of mum. Ginny thinks its quite funny; Percy even stopped by." Fred was informing Harry.
"Yea but Percy isn't quite proud of our work. He thinks it's a disgrace to our family, even though he came to his senses and came home. Mum was so happy. I hadn't seen her that happy, well I don't think I ever saw her that happy, but she was. Even Bill and Charlie came down on their summer visits just to see our shop. It sure helps though. We get business from our family as well." George added.
Harry then said, "How is Ron?"
George and Fred looked at each other and then George answered, "He's good. He's bloody worried of you. You're the only thing he has been thinking of. Mum is worried too she doesn't know why you had to go back to Private Drive. She even suggested you come home to the Burrow, but Dumbledore said no. He said you had to be there just for a little bit. I have no clue why; I wouldn't want to be stuck in Private Drive. By the way, how are you Harry?"
Harry wasn't sure what to answer. Harry didn't really know how he really was. He hadn't really thought about it. Sirius dead, he's dead. Harry didn't like the sound of that. Harry kept racing through things in his mind, and then realized he was talking to Fred and George, and finally answered back, "I'm not sure." That was all Harry could think of what to say.
Harry figured Fred and George understood because they didn't push the subject more. "So Harry, When are you going to the Burrow? We like it when you're at out house."
Harry assured them, "I'll come soon. I haven't decided when though. I just need to think things through."
Time passed quickly and Harry, Fred, and George kept talking along until a customer finally chipped into their conversation and said, "Are you going to purchase our things or are we going to wait here all day." Then the customer looked at Harry and he's eyes soared to his scar and then replied again, "My god, its Har-Harry P-p-p-Potter. So sorry to interrupt you, I'll wait all day for you." The customer turned and walked back to the counter. Harry always felt so dumb when people recognized him. He was a celebrity all because of his stupid scar, and he was tired of it.
Fred cut in, "Well I better go and help the customers, good seeing you Harry. I hope to see you again soon. Hoping you will stay with us at the Burrow. The burrow is a lot different now, George and I have put some money in so it's looking good."
George also replied saying, "Well I should get going too. See ya Harry. Hoping to see you at the Burrow!" Then he turned and went around the counter to help customers. Harry took one last look of the shop and turned around and left. Being on the road again, he felt a nice breeze. Harry roamed around the stores looking at unique things, when he finally stopped dead. Harry tried to run for it and hide, but there was no good place. He would have to face Malfoy some time. Malfoy was walking along the street humming something. Harry was thinking Malfoy humming? Who ever thought of that? He seemed very pleased with something, although Harry could not quite tell. Finally at last Malfoy reached Harry.
Malfoy's first words were of coarse insults. "Looking for my fame Potter? Why are you here? Don't you have to take care of those poor Weasleys?" Harry gritted his teeth and was about to say something when he saw some arm come over Malfoy's chest and hang there. The girl slid into focus and Harry jumped back.
"Hermionie?" Hermionie was looking good. She had straightened her hair and was wearing platform shoes and mini skirt and a tube top. Harry couldn't believe his eyes.
Malfoy was shrieking in laughter. He finally calm down and said, "That's right Potter, Hermionie. Meet my new girlfriend. We were bound to end up anyways."
Harry couldn't think of what to say. Hermionie was dating Malfoy? Things were going too fast. When did this happen? Harry looked at her and smiled. She did look good. He was happy for her. "Hermionie you look great. How are you?"
Hermionie looking a bit flushed, replied back, "I'm good, how about yourself Harry? I have really worried about you. So has Ron."
"I'm, I'm, I'm alright." Harry was stuttering for words. "So does Ron know about you two?"
"No not yet. I can't decide when to tell him. Poor fellow. I don't want to break his heart. I think he might have liked me." Harry grunted.
Malfoy added in, "So Potter, Don't you go off telling anyone we are dating yet. We want to keep it a secret."
Hermionie looking at Malfoy said, "Yea please don't tell I don't want it to spread around yet. We are still trying to figure things out."
Harry feeling like they were in their own world and forgetting about Harry said, "No I wont tell." He was still amazed. He then added, "Well I better get going. The knight bus awaits."
"Hermionie, your taking the knight bus too, aren't you? Why don't you go with Harry, that way you won't have to go by yourself, and I won't have to go out of my way."
"What a great idea babe. I'll see you soon." Harry could see Hermionie blushing. Malfoy and Hermionie kissed and Harry looked away. A bit disgusted with what Hermionie was doing. This didn't seem like the same Hermionie that Harry said goodbye to last June.
Hermionie answered, "Alright miss you already." Malfoy nodded and left. Hermionie was standing awkwardly next to Harry and was a Red as a tomato. She said, "Isn't he great?"
Harry almost laughed at this. He thought he was dreaming. Finally he answered, "Yea, he's something."
Harry looked at his watch and realized it was getting late. Harry's stomach grumbled which told him that he was hungry. Harry went to a local restaurant and bought himself and Hermionie an ice cream before heading back to the Leaky Cauldron. When Harry Finished the Ice Cream, (which tasted like Butterbeer) He said, "So when have you and Malfoy been together?"
Hermionie blushed, "Oh you know, about two weeks. Not long. I was about to say no, but he is amazing. He brought me 1000 daisies and said every day he counts a flower saying she loves me, she loves me not and at last he finally got tuff enough to come to my doorstep. For months though, I have been getting secret presents. I didn't know whom though. At first I thought it was Ron, but then Malfoy came to me. Isn't that the nicest thing?" Harry was impressed; Harry never was like that when he was with Cho. He needs to work on it. Harry led Hermionie to the Leaky Cauldron and together they said goodbye to Tom, the bartender, and Harry led Hermionie outside into the muggle world.
Harry pulled out his wand and took it to the side, and then the knight bus zoomed into sight. Stan said again, "Well welcome back 'Arry Potter, and the Lovely Lady. Where to?"
Harry said, "To Private Drive." And off they were into the night. Harry and Hermionie didn't have much to stay and remained quiet most of the time. When they finally reached Private Drive, Harry said goodbye to Hermionie, handed Stan 11 sickles and got off the bus. Harry didn't have enough energy to do anything but to get to bed. It was the best summer day he had since he got back from Hogwarts. When Harry reached the door, he didn't go straight to bed. Petunia scowled at him and said, "Where have you been?" Harry said tiredly, "I went to the park."
Uncle Vernon interrupted, "Petunia have you seen my..." He was cut short when he saw Harry. "No funny business, none at all. Go straight to bed." With giant relief, Harry climbed the stairs and fell into bed.
Harry woke up the next morning and came out of his dream. He has the weirdest dream, and he had some pretty weird dreams lately. This dream though, was about Harry going into the veil in which Sirius had entered. Harry was able see the future, only not. Harry got everything he wanted. He even had his parents. He showed him growing up and becoming and Auror. He loved the dream and didn't want to wake up. Harry tried to fall asleep, but it was not worth trying. Once he was up, he was up. Harry looked at his watch and read, 5:27 A.M. Harry still had a long morning before any of the Dursley's would wake up. All Harry could do was wait.
Yesterday was a great day for Harry. One of the best he ever had. Harry loved seeing the Weasley twins. They always cheered Harry up. Harry had a lot to think about, and he couldn't avoid it! First Harry thought of going back to the Burrow. Would that solve anything? Am I better off here? No I can't be better here, this is the worst place ever. I know I don't want to go back to Grimmauld place, that's for sure. But what should I do? All this thinking led Harry into another deep sleep.
Harry dozed off into another dream. Although this time, Harry was dreaming of, walking in a big green meadow. Things were strange and Harry felt someone following him every step he took. Harry looked around, although there wasn't anyone around. Harry heard the distinctive voice of Voldemort saying Kill him! Kill him! He doesn't deserve to live. He betrayed me, and he will betray me again. How am I supposed to kill him? I don't know. He has power beyond reality. I must find his weakness. Everyone has a weakness. There is no good or bad, there are losers and Winners. The Winners will achieve great things, but the losers will die and not be remembered. Isn't that right? Wormtail you have been very good to me. We must talk send an owl to Bellatrix. Suddenly Harry saw a flash of light. Blue it was. Harry had finally encountered Bellatrix Lesterange in the meadow. Harry was going to duel to the death. Harry took out his wand and was ready to duel. Seconds before he was about to attack, Bellatrix spoke out. She said, "We fight for the death. This is going to be fun my friend. I have the opportunity to kill the one that Voldemort failed. This will go on in time. I will be known as the one who killed Famous Itty Bitty Harry Potter." Harry looked at Bellatrix with fear. He wanted to kill her more than anything. But before he could shoot a spell at her, he felt a giant pain in his forehead. It shot out like a bullet hitting flesh. The pain was intriguing. Harry then fell to his knees and watched as Bellatrix walked closer to Harry. Bellatrix was laughing. Harry didn't have the strength to attack her, but suddenly she gave a huge gasp of pain and she looked at her arm. It was a sign. Voldemort was waiting. Bellatrix got up and vanished. Harry then...
Harry woke up. With a pain so powerful he couldn't control his body. It was all just a dream. Even though it was a dream Harry got away, he didn't die. Harry also didn't kill Bellatrix. What was the dream about? Was this real or a dream?
Harry looked at his watch and it read, 9:07 A.M. he sat up and whipped the sweat off his face. Harry went through his dream remembering every detail like he was a computer. He then heard clicking noises. It was time Harry could get out of his room. Harry signed and walked to the door, opened it and walked into a bright morning hallway.
Harry then went to the bathroom to wash up. The bathroom was dark and he looked in the mirror, It wasn't Harry that he saw though, it was Voldemort. Harry gave out a huge gasp of terror and turned on the light. Harry looked again at the face in the mirror and saw his normal reflection. Harry turned the light out again, but still saw his own reflection. He flickered the light a few times before going downstairs to breakfast.
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Surprise
It was another one of those days, where it was hot and boring. Summer was the worst part of Harry Potter's life, but he wouldn't let that get to him. He had to keep is head held high and look at the bright side. In a couple of months, he will be leaving the Dursely's and going back to where he called home, Hogwarts.
During the summer, Harry couldn't keep his mind off Sirius, his godfather. If only I got there in time.... I could have saved him. ...It's my entire fault. Crazy things have been racing in Harry's mind for weeks. He just couldn't get past the fact that he was dead. Harry wanted more than anything to now get revenge on Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry, however, knew he wasn't to get near and wouldn't get near Bellatrix for a long time, but when that time came, he would seek revenge.
Harry lay down on his bed thinking things through, when a large barn owl raced through his window. Harry no doubt knew that this owl was Pigwidgeon, Ron's owl. Harry untied the letter stuck to his claws and the owl flew to Hedwig, Harry's snowy owls cage to play. Harry opened the envelope and took out the letter, although not enthusiastic as he could have been, unfolded the parchment. Harry Read aloud, "Dear Harry Mums Worried about you. She keeps going on and on about you not being safe and she's worried about how you're dealing with things. She made me write this letter. (Not that I didn't want to) but she's worried. Mum says your welcome here anytime. She also wants you send reply as soon as you get this! So how is everything? Hermionie is worried too, we both want to see you soon Harry. I know how things would feel like, when my grandpa died, I lost it. Dumbledore told us not to bother you, that you're going through a ruff time. What was it that you talked about with him anyway? Oh I suppose you're not in a good mood, so ill leave you to it then. Miss you! -Ron"
Harry read the letter over and over and couldn't decide what to write back. He went to his desk and dug out a quill and parchment and wrote back, "Not much to explain. Miss you. Maybe I'll come soon! -Harry"
Harry then tied the note to Pigwidgeon and sent him out the window. Then Harry drew in a deep breath and fell back onto his bed retracing his thoughts on how it should have been him who died.
At 9:10, Harry heard the usual clicking noise and sat up. The Dursley's kept Harry locked in his room all night, because they were afraid that Harry would attack him with some crazy spell while they were sleeping. Harry went downstairs and walked into the kitchen. He spelled the sweet smell of porridge on the stove and took a seat the table. The T.V. was rolling and Harry's fat cousin Dudley was sitting in a near by chair, not noticing that Harry had walked in. Dudley was watched a ice skater fall down and he started laughing. Dudley then turned around to his mother Petunia who was busy cooking and said, "Mum, when's the food going to be done? I'm hungry and I'm going to meet up with the guys and we're going to play with some kids." Shrieking in laughter, Dudley waiting for his mother's response.
She said, "It's going to be done soon my Ickle Diddykins."
"What are we having?" Dudley yelled back.
"Porridge and Pastries." Petunia replied back.
"But I don't want Porridge!" stammered Dudley
Harry looked back and forth from his Aunt to his Cousin and the finally spoke out, "Then have Pastries."
"Nonsense, Have Harry make Dudley whatever he wants." This voice was coming out of Uncle Vernon's mouth. He has just walked into the scene wearing a business suit and a smile. "What will it be Dudley?"
"But that's not fair!" Shouted Harry. "Make Dudley make his own breakfast. He does nothing but sit around all day and eat."
"I will not tolerate you mouthing off about my son," said Vernon. "Out! Out!" pushing Harry out of the kitchen, Harry managed to get a pastry and ran out of the kitchen. Harry ran up the stairs to change and went back downstairs and into the entry room. Harry managed to catch the last thing that Uncle Vernon said which was, "Petunia, today we are receiving a large order from Mike Epson Construction Company." Harry didn't care to stay any longer and hear Vernon go on about drills, so he opened the door and stepped into broad daylight.
It was a warm, sunny morning and Harry was trying to decide what to do with his time. Harry knew that if he hung around long enough, Dudley would meet up with his gang and try to mess with Harry. Harry decided to walk to the park where he could just sit and think things through. When Harry reached the park, there were kids running around, and Harry decided this was not the ideal place for him to be while he was trying to think. Harry had the whole day off and so he thought a while what he was going to do, at last, he came up with a great idea. Harry would go to Diagon Alley and roam around the street looking at marvelous things.
Harry ran home and grabbed some sickles and knuts that were left from last year, and got back outside. Harry then walked to the corner of Private Drive, and let out his wand. Harry heard a giant speed forming towards him, and within seconds, the knight bus was at a stop and waited for Harry to climb in.
A recognizable voice said, "Welcome to the knight bus. We are here to serve any witch or wizard with a lift in times of crisis. I'm am your conduction Stan Shunpike." Pointing to his tag on his shirt, Stan finally looked at the wizard and said, "'Ey It's 'Arry Potter. Well come along, you know the drill. Where's your stuff?"
"I don't have any to day." Harry replied.
"Well then come along, we don't have all day."
Harry got onto the bus, and took a seat, more like falling on the chair; he waited for thr bus to zoom out of Private Drive. "'Ey Ernie. It's 'Arry Potter. We got 'Arry Potter on our bus again!" said Stan Shunpike.
Ernie looked over his shoulder and said, "So we do. How are you Mr. Potter?"
Harry replied back, "I'm good, how about yourself?"
"Ernie and I are great! So where are we taking you?" Stan quickly responded.
"Uh Diagon Alley." Harry paused a bit because he couldn't believe he was going to Diagon Alley for the day.
"Alright Ernie, hit it." Suddenly a huge amount of speed cast the bus to go fast.
"So Harry." Stan said, "What brings you to Diagon Alley?"
"Just a day to hang out and get out of the muggle world."
"Right on, right on. So have you gone to WWW?"
Harry looking confused said, "WWW?"
"Yea, you know Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes."
"Oh no not yet. Have you."
"Oy yes I have, It's bloody brilliant." (a/n can I use oy?) The conversation went down hill from there. Harry looked at a sign that said, "Warning, have you seen this wizard? Voldemort is back, reward 1000 Galleons for the one who spots him." Harry kept looking at the sign when Stan cut in, "Yea tis true, he's back. I would be so scared to come near him, how about you? Would you be scared if you came near him."
With a laugh, Harry answered back, "No, I wouldn't be scared."
"Well you are mighty brave then." A huge slam on the brakes flew Harry to the windshield, and told Harry that he was at Diagon Alley. "Diagon Alley," Stan said. "Alright 'Arry, take care."
Stan let Harry out and said, "That will be 11 sickles." Harry grabbed the sickles out of his pocket and handed it to Stan. Ernie, speaking for the first time, said, "See you." Then closed the door quickly and the knight bus was out of sight.
Harry walked on the smooth bricks into the Leaky Cauldron. He then walked straight to the back after saying "hello" to the bartender Tom and got into a room where there were bricks amongst him. Harry tapped the bricks with his wand, three up, two across...as he has seen Hagrid, do in his first year. Then the bricks started moving around and around, enough to make Harry a bit dizzy, Seconds later, Harry was standing in now what became of Diagon Alley.
Diagon Alley was this amazing place where witches and wizard shopped. It was full of every thing you could imagine. It has cauldrons in ever size, it had stores to buy owls, any kind of broomstick, wands, ever thing! It brought a smile to Harry's face and a feeling like home again. Harry roamed around looking in the windows and finally Harry stopped and turned around. He had past a store that wasn't there the last time he was in Diagon Alley. Harry looked up at a huge sign at the top of the store that read, "Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes." With a great big smile on his face, Harry entered the store.
Harry looked around and saw ever joke thing there was. There were candies that made your nose shrink. Candies that made your whole body shrink. There were candies that turned your body the color of the rainbow, Broomsticks that wouldn't fly, Wands that exploded, and much more different things. Harry was so happy with this shop. The owners were Fred and George Weasley, who were Ron's older twin brothers. Harry heard an announcement that must have came from George, or was it Fred? Who ever it was, they said, "We have an announcement. Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes have been a huge success, and we are so proud with its accomplishments. We have just come up with a new product called Works-your-load, in which you chew this candy, and it will make you change into a frog. You then take the next candy, and you will be human again. This could save you in a severe case, like being near you-know- who." A gasp came from the audience cut George short. Fred continued, "Anyways, we are proud of our work and still are working on more. Please enjoy the new things we have come out with." Then the twins pushed there way through the crowd of customers and reached Harry.
George said, "I knew that was you in the back, how are ya Harry?"
Harry replied back, "Nice to see you too, I'm alright. I see that your shop has been a huge success." Fred replied this time, "Yea we are proud of our work, but mum went wild when she found out we bought this place and turned it into a joke shop. I don't think that she will ever forgive us for leaving school and starting a joke shop."
"At least we come home for dinner," added George. "Mum went wild when Percy left us like that. We couldn't put mum through that again."
"So has your family come to your shop yet?" Harry said, looking interested.
"Loads of times. Mum doesn't like it much but she comes, and Dad loves it. He is proud that we have made something of ourselves, although he would never admit to it in front of mum. Ginny thinks its quite funny; Percy even stopped by." Fred was informing Harry.
"Yea but Percy isn't quite proud of our work. He thinks it's a disgrace to our family, even though he came to his senses and came home. Mum was so happy. I hadn't seen her that happy, well I don't think I ever saw her that happy, but she was. Even Bill and Charlie came down on their summer visits just to see our shop. It sure helps though. We get business from our family as well." George added.
Harry then said, "How is Ron?"
George and Fred looked at each other and then George answered, "He's good. He's bloody worried of you. You're the only thing he has been thinking of. Mum is worried too she doesn't know why you had to go back to Private Drive. She even suggested you come home to the Burrow, but Dumbledore said no. He said you had to be there just for a little bit. I have no clue why; I wouldn't want to be stuck in Private Drive. By the way, how are you Harry?"
Harry wasn't sure what to answer. Harry didn't really know how he really was. He hadn't really thought about it. Sirius dead, he's dead. Harry didn't like the sound of that. Harry kept racing through things in his mind, and then realized he was talking to Fred and George, and finally answered back, "I'm not sure." That was all Harry could think of what to say.
Harry figured Fred and George understood because they didn't push the subject more. "So Harry, When are you going to the Burrow? We like it when you're at out house."
Harry assured them, "I'll come soon. I haven't decided when though. I just need to think things through."
Time passed quickly and Harry, Fred, and George kept talking along until a customer finally chipped into their conversation and said, "Are you going to purchase our things or are we going to wait here all day." Then the customer looked at Harry and he's eyes soared to his scar and then replied again, "My god, its Har-Harry P-p-p-Potter. So sorry to interrupt you, I'll wait all day for you." The customer turned and walked back to the counter. Harry always felt so dumb when people recognized him. He was a celebrity all because of his stupid scar, and he was tired of it.
Fred cut in, "Well I better go and help the customers, good seeing you Harry. I hope to see you again soon. Hoping you will stay with us at the Burrow. The burrow is a lot different now, George and I have put some money in so it's looking good."
George also replied saying, "Well I should get going too. See ya Harry. Hoping to see you at the Burrow!" Then he turned and went around the counter to help customers. Harry took one last look of the shop and turned around and left. Being on the road again, he felt a nice breeze. Harry roamed around the stores looking at unique things, when he finally stopped dead. Harry tried to run for it and hide, but there was no good place. He would have to face Malfoy some time. Malfoy was walking along the street humming something. Harry was thinking Malfoy humming? Who ever thought of that? He seemed very pleased with something, although Harry could not quite tell. Finally at last Malfoy reached Harry.
Malfoy's first words were of coarse insults. "Looking for my fame Potter? Why are you here? Don't you have to take care of those poor Weasleys?" Harry gritted his teeth and was about to say something when he saw some arm come over Malfoy's chest and hang there. The girl slid into focus and Harry jumped back.
"Hermionie?" Hermionie was looking good. She had straightened her hair and was wearing platform shoes and mini skirt and a tube top. Harry couldn't believe his eyes.
Malfoy was shrieking in laughter. He finally calm down and said, "That's right Potter, Hermionie. Meet my new girlfriend. We were bound to end up anyways."
Harry couldn't think of what to say. Hermionie was dating Malfoy? Things were going too fast. When did this happen? Harry looked at her and smiled. She did look good. He was happy for her. "Hermionie you look great. How are you?"
Hermionie looking a bit flushed, replied back, "I'm good, how about yourself Harry? I have really worried about you. So has Ron."
"I'm, I'm, I'm alright." Harry was stuttering for words. "So does Ron know about you two?"
"No not yet. I can't decide when to tell him. Poor fellow. I don't want to break his heart. I think he might have liked me." Harry grunted.
Malfoy added in, "So Potter, Don't you go off telling anyone we are dating yet. We want to keep it a secret."
Hermionie looking at Malfoy said, "Yea please don't tell I don't want it to spread around yet. We are still trying to figure things out."
Harry feeling like they were in their own world and forgetting about Harry said, "No I wont tell." He was still amazed. He then added, "Well I better get going. The knight bus awaits."
"Hermionie, your taking the knight bus too, aren't you? Why don't you go with Harry, that way you won't have to go by yourself, and I won't have to go out of my way."
"What a great idea babe. I'll see you soon." Harry could see Hermionie blushing. Malfoy and Hermionie kissed and Harry looked away. A bit disgusted with what Hermionie was doing. This didn't seem like the same Hermionie that Harry said goodbye to last June.
Hermionie answered, "Alright miss you already." Malfoy nodded and left. Hermionie was standing awkwardly next to Harry and was a Red as a tomato. She said, "Isn't he great?"
Harry almost laughed at this. He thought he was dreaming. Finally he answered, "Yea, he's something."
Harry looked at his watch and realized it was getting late. Harry's stomach grumbled which told him that he was hungry. Harry went to a local restaurant and bought himself and Hermionie an ice cream before heading back to the Leaky Cauldron. When Harry Finished the Ice Cream, (which tasted like Butterbeer) He said, "So when have you and Malfoy been together?"
Hermionie blushed, "Oh you know, about two weeks. Not long. I was about to say no, but he is amazing. He brought me 1000 daisies and said every day he counts a flower saying she loves me, she loves me not and at last he finally got tuff enough to come to my doorstep. For months though, I have been getting secret presents. I didn't know whom though. At first I thought it was Ron, but then Malfoy came to me. Isn't that the nicest thing?" Harry was impressed; Harry never was like that when he was with Cho. He needs to work on it. Harry led Hermionie to the Leaky Cauldron and together they said goodbye to Tom, the bartender, and Harry led Hermionie outside into the muggle world.
Harry pulled out his wand and took it to the side, and then the knight bus zoomed into sight. Stan said again, "Well welcome back 'Arry Potter, and the Lovely Lady. Where to?"
Harry said, "To Private Drive." And off they were into the night. Harry and Hermionie didn't have much to stay and remained quiet most of the time. When they finally reached Private Drive, Harry said goodbye to Hermionie, handed Stan 11 sickles and got off the bus. Harry didn't have enough energy to do anything but to get to bed. It was the best summer day he had since he got back from Hogwarts. When Harry reached the door, he didn't go straight to bed. Petunia scowled at him and said, "Where have you been?" Harry said tiredly, "I went to the park."
Uncle Vernon interrupted, "Petunia have you seen my..." He was cut short when he saw Harry. "No funny business, none at all. Go straight to bed." With giant relief, Harry climbed the stairs and fell into bed.
Harry woke up the next morning and came out of his dream. He has the weirdest dream, and he had some pretty weird dreams lately. This dream though, was about Harry going into the veil in which Sirius had entered. Harry was able see the future, only not. Harry got everything he wanted. He even had his parents. He showed him growing up and becoming and Auror. He loved the dream and didn't want to wake up. Harry tried to fall asleep, but it was not worth trying. Once he was up, he was up. Harry looked at his watch and read, 5:27 A.M. Harry still had a long morning before any of the Dursley's would wake up. All Harry could do was wait.
Yesterday was a great day for Harry. One of the best he ever had. Harry loved seeing the Weasley twins. They always cheered Harry up. Harry had a lot to think about, and he couldn't avoid it! First Harry thought of going back to the Burrow. Would that solve anything? Am I better off here? No I can't be better here, this is the worst place ever. I know I don't want to go back to Grimmauld place, that's for sure. But what should I do? All this thinking led Harry into another deep sleep.
Harry dozed off into another dream. Although this time, Harry was dreaming of, walking in a big green meadow. Things were strange and Harry felt someone following him every step he took. Harry looked around, although there wasn't anyone around. Harry heard the distinctive voice of Voldemort saying Kill him! Kill him! He doesn't deserve to live. He betrayed me, and he will betray me again. How am I supposed to kill him? I don't know. He has power beyond reality. I must find his weakness. Everyone has a weakness. There is no good or bad, there are losers and Winners. The Winners will achieve great things, but the losers will die and not be remembered. Isn't that right? Wormtail you have been very good to me. We must talk send an owl to Bellatrix. Suddenly Harry saw a flash of light. Blue it was. Harry had finally encountered Bellatrix Lesterange in the meadow. Harry was going to duel to the death. Harry took out his wand and was ready to duel. Seconds before he was about to attack, Bellatrix spoke out. She said, "We fight for the death. This is going to be fun my friend. I have the opportunity to kill the one that Voldemort failed. This will go on in time. I will be known as the one who killed Famous Itty Bitty Harry Potter." Harry looked at Bellatrix with fear. He wanted to kill her more than anything. But before he could shoot a spell at her, he felt a giant pain in his forehead. It shot out like a bullet hitting flesh. The pain was intriguing. Harry then fell to his knees and watched as Bellatrix walked closer to Harry. Bellatrix was laughing. Harry didn't have the strength to attack her, but suddenly she gave a huge gasp of pain and she looked at her arm. It was a sign. Voldemort was waiting. Bellatrix got up and vanished. Harry then...
Harry woke up. With a pain so powerful he couldn't control his body. It was all just a dream. Even though it was a dream Harry got away, he didn't die. Harry also didn't kill Bellatrix. What was the dream about? Was this real or a dream?
Harry looked at his watch and it read, 9:07 A.M. he sat up and whipped the sweat off his face. Harry went through his dream remembering every detail like he was a computer. He then heard clicking noises. It was time Harry could get out of his room. Harry signed and walked to the door, opened it and walked into a bright morning hallway.
Harry then went to the bathroom to wash up. The bathroom was dark and he looked in the mirror, It wasn't Harry that he saw though, it was Voldemort. Harry gave out a huge gasp of terror and turned on the light. Harry looked again at the face in the mirror and saw his normal reflection. Harry turned the light out again, but still saw his own reflection. He flickered the light a few times before going downstairs to breakfast.
