Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is in full ownership of Harry Potter and all things related.
A/N: I have decided to make another foray into the world of Harry Potter Fan Fiction. This will be my second Harry Potter fan fiction but certainly not the last. My first one was also the first fiction I had ever written and while it was not a failure, it wasn't that great a success either. If you haven't read my first HP fic don't worry, nobody else has either.
Just so you know; this is a HP/CC romance. If this bothers you in any way stop reading now.
Vincent – "Boss?"
Kev – "What?"
Vincent – "The new muse is here."
Kev – "Send him in."
Vincent – "Okay."
Phoenix – (A young woman with blond hair, red eyes, and dressed in a Hogwarts uniform.) "Hello"
Kev – (Goes red in the face) "Uh…Vincent? Can I see you for a moment."
(They huddle together and whisper)
Kev – "They sent a woman? What in the world could they be thinking?"
Vincent – "What's the big deal?"
Kev – "I told the agency I had a hard time working around beautiful women."
Vincent – "She's only a temp. It's out of my hands. You're stuck with her." (Shrugs)
Kev – "Fine." (Walks to Phoenix and shakes hands and gulps nervously.) "Welcome aboard."
Phoenix – "Nice to meet you."
Chapter One: Mood Swings
Harry Potter sat at his desk, in his room, on the second floor of number four Privet Drive. His summer had not been going well. It was not the Dursleys (Harry's horrible relatives) that were keeping him miserable this summer though. He was still coping with the death of his godfather, Sirius Black. Though he was still the same Harry Potter that all of his friends knew and loved, Harry had changed.
Each summer he was secluded at the Dursley's home away from his friends and somewhat unorthodox "family". During his last year at Hogwarts, he had been angry and irrational. He was still moody at times but he now tended toward depression and guilt than anger. He had gotten little sleep over the summer for fear of his nightmares.
He had somehow managed to fix some more of Dudley's old things. One of his newer TVs was now in Harry's room (He had gotten a bigger one for his birthday) and Harry usually watched television programs late into the night. He had even gotten one of Dudley's old computers to work. It wasn't "state of the art" but he could play a few games and surf the Internet.
The Dursleys themselves weren't at all troublesome. They were now too afraid to try and make him work and they didn't speak to him much. He took all of his meals (now quite normally portioned) in his room and almost never left except to shower or use the restroom.
Harry moved the pointer down the web page, his eyes unfocused. It said something about a new American movie based on a comic book. He didn't really care which one. He was just moving to one of his favorite websites. Some American man had used images and characters from the old Mega Man games to create humorous stories in a comic. If nothing else it made him laugh.
After several more moments of surfing the Internet Harry closed his browser and stretched. As he did so an owl flew into his window with a loud smack. He opened the window and pulled a haggard looking Errol up into the room. Several seconds later an army of owls landed in his room. Twelve. Twelve owls.
He looked at the date on his calendar to find he had forgotten that today was his own birthday. The presents were the greatest. He was happy to know that so many people cared about him. There were packages from Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, the Twins, Lupin, and Tonks. There was one from Neville Longbottom, a sort of disturbing letter from Luna Lovegood (Along with the latest edition of the Quibbler), and even a parcel from Dumbledore.
Each of these things in their own way made Harry as happy as he could be. But his mood changed with the wind these days. A suddenly as he had become happy he just as suddenly began to cry. He didn't deserve all of these presents. He had screwed up last year. Everything was his fault. Seconds later his mood changed again to depressed sadness. If he didn't disapprove of suicide more than anything else he would probably have considered it.
And just as quickly he was happy again. He immediately set to work sending grateful, yet emotionless replies to all of his friends.
The hair on the back of his neck seemed to stand on end. Dark magic was being used nearby. He brushed the twigs and leaves out of his shoulder length blond hair as he surveyed his surroundings. The dimensional rip that had brought him here had long since closed up. He had never meant to interrupt his cousin while he was experimenting with that kind of magic, but the absent minded fool had forgotten to set the warning signs.
Now he was stuck in one of the other realms. He looked around him with his glowing blue eyes. He was in a forest. He took a moment to concentrate. He had some questions and he knew just how to get the answers. His eyes closed for a moment. He took a deep breath and began to hum a soft tune that seemed to defy time itself. When he was finished he looked at the trees around him and nodded his thanks to them.
He took off at a run and jumped, his lithe form springing high into the air. He kicked his feet off of a tree and bounced to the branch of another. He continued jumping from tree to tree until he came to the edge of the forest. There he saw what he was looking for. A large castle loomed over its grounds. A lake and some sort of sports arena near it.
This was the place that the trees had told him about. He could find a way home if he had the patience to work for it. He could find help in this castle. Help would always be given at Hogwarts to those who asked for it.
Harry now sat in the kitchen of the Burrow. He had opted not to go to Grimmauld Place this year. Mrs. Weasley was bustling around the kitchen making dinner. Harry was listening to Ron and Hermione squabble over something, he didn't care what. He had arrived only an hour ago. He sat watching his friends' debate with a glazed look in his eyes. He may have looked board to anyone else, but he was very calmed by the familiar voices.
He could no longer be excited about anything. He was much less depressed when he was with his friends and "family" but he seldom smiled anymore. There was only one thing in the world that he was looking forward to more than anything else. Professor McGonagall had gotten his lifetime ban on quidditch lifted and he would be able to be on the team this year.
Harry had turned down the captainship that he had been offered. The team captain had to be able to give stirring pep talks and raise spirits. He could barely cheer himself up anymore, let alone six other people. All Harry wanted was to get back to Hogwarts and fly again. He wanted to leave all of his cares behind with the ground again. Nothing felt as good as flying.
Harry was snapped out of his trance at the sound of Mrs. Weasley shouting at the top of her lungs that dinner was ready. Moments later the entire Weasley family was around the table along with Harry and Hermione all talking and stuffing themselves with Molly's fine home cooking.
Harry ate just as ravenously as everyone else did. But he made no move to start a conversation with anyone. He didn't think he could be happy for a long time yet, but at least he could be calm and comfortable around his family.
Harry lay awake in bed that night. He just couldn't let himself fall asleep. Not yet at least. He stared at the ceiling absently. He had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't a bad feeling, just strange. His scar prickled slightly but stopped soon after it had begun. The feeling in his stomach was growing. He had the feeling something was going to change this year. Something about his sixth year at Hogwarts was going to be a big deal.
He couldn't tell whether this was a good thing or a bad yet but he knew that some major changes were in store for him when he got home. He knew that one of these things was of course the new D.A.D.A teacher. Somehow, Harry got the feeling that this year was going to be by far the strangest yet.
A/N: Hope you liked it guys. I would appreciate some reviews if you don't mind.
Vincent – "What do you think boss?"
Kev – "About what?"
Vincent – "About the new girl?"
Kev – (Face goes blank with goofy grin)
Vincent – "Ack! Never mind! I don't want to know."
Phoenix – "Where do you want this thing Kev?"
Kev – (Snaps out of trance) "Over there." (Points to out of the way place)