~*Chapter 7*~
Everyone was assembled outside in the Hogwarts courtyard. Somehow, word of Harry Potters attempted suicide spread and all of Harrys well wishers came and gave him gifts letters candy and many other things. Today, an important meeting was called outside the doors of Hogwarts. The meeting was for everyone to attend because Dumbledore and Fudge were going to release important information. Fudge started the meeting, which turned out to be like a press conference.
"Attention! Harry Potter before his attempted suicide wrote 4 letters to 4 different people. To Mr. Remus Lupin, To Mr. Albus Dumbledore, To Mr. Ron Weasley and Ms. Hermione Granger. Would those 4 people come up and if possible, read the letters out loud?"
As the 4 walked up to the platform, a woman screamed, which diverted the attention from the current "task at hand." Sirius Black, who had been posing as Remus' lovable grim like dog, ran over and practically ate the rat. With a pop, instead of the dog, there in the middle of the crowd, with a rat in his mouth, was mass murderer Sirius Black. Chaos followed that. The people were all yelling things like,
"SIRIUS BLACK!"
"HE'S TRYING TO KILL US FOR YOU-KNOW-WHO!"
"PROTECT THE CHILDREN"
Meanwhile, Sirius picked up his wand and made Peter Pettigrew turn into his natural form. More chaos followed this new bit of information, the crowd was now yelling things like
"PETER PETTIGREW!"
"SIRIUS BLACK IS A GOD!"
"HE'S USING YOU-KNOW-WHO'S POWERS TO DO THIS!"
Sirius walked up to the platform, but didn't get close to Fudge. "FUDGE! THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU SINCE BEFORE YOU SENT ME TO AZKABAN! I DID NOT KILL THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH PETTIGREW! HERE HE IS NOW!" And with that the whole crowd gasped. There was Peter Pettigrew, alive and talking.
"Minister Fudge! Don't believe him! He's lying! He's trying to fool you into believing him! He's..."
"Shut it Wormtail!" And with that Sirius punched Peter in the stomach, causing Peter to double over clutching his stomach, shutting him up for the moment. Little did they know that this was Peters plan, and it was going according to plan.
*~*~*~*~Peter's POV earlier that day~*~*~*~*
"Master, you called me?" Peter Pettigrew was currently at Voldemorts secret headquarters, and the fact of the matter was the Peter HATED Volde... you-know-who. He was just to cowardly to even THINK about betraying him. Peter so far, had life made in the shade and was able to drink lemonade, so to speak. Living with Voldemort had its ups and downs. One of the biggest downs was that Peter was Voldemort personal house elf. I mean, its not like Voldemort can't afford a house elf, I mean, they're free! But, he's just, you know, a little touched in the head. Anyway, Living with Voldemort had its ups and downs. All the death eaters, in one way or another had a certain respect for Peter, but they also hated him enough to want him dead. Peter was always treated worst than the death eaters, but he was Voldemorts right hand man basically. Who wouldn't live through pain and torture for that?
"Wormtail, did you know that there was going to be a press conference for Harry Potter today?"
"I read about it in the Daily Prophet. Its been mentioned in there for days."
"Well, I have a little task for you then." Voldemort then touched the dark mark on Peters left shoulder, calling all Death Eaters to come to headquarters.
"My Death Eaters! I have a task for all of you! Wormtail will head this one, so listen carefully, because if all goes well (AN: insert Voldemorts piercing glare here...giving me shivers just thinking about it) we WILL have Harry Potter by the end of the day. I will only explain this once..." And so a plan was formed.
*~*~*~*~Open P.O.V. right now~*~*~*~*
No one knew that the everything was going according to plan. It was Wormtails duty to get captured on the day of Harry Potters press conference. Why? Because, if everyone is here, then who is guarding Harry?
*~*~*~*~Harry's POV~*~*~*~*
Harry woke to an empty hospital wing. No one was there. No one. The fact that he was still angry from his encounter with his parents, and now finding out that no one cared enough to at least leave a note or someone behind to tell him that they were gone?! This really pushed his buttons. He sat up in bed too quickly, and felt really dizzy. He pushed that aside, and stood up. Immediately he could feel his body ache from standing. 'I need to get high. As long as no ones around....' thought Harry as he looked on and in the cabinet thing next to his bed. He found both his glasses and his wand. 'Too easy' Harry now was walking out the door of the Hospital wing, and towards Gryffindor tower. He reached the fat lady and finally figured out that he didn't know the password. 'Shit' thought Harry as he tried to think of an excuse to get in the tower.
"Password please."
"I don't know it yet."
"No entry without a password."
"Since the term hasn't technically started, can I give you the end of last years password?"
"Well...it is technically the password. Yes, I will accept that password for entry into the tower."
"3rd task." This is one of the passwords that Harry will never be able to forget. Just saying 3rd task brought a rush of memories to Harrys mind, the freshest the encounter with Cedric. More anger rose in Harry as he walked through the open portrait hole and into the common room. He walked up the boys stairs, and found the room that said 5th years. He opened the door and found his trunk placed in front of the bed nearest the window. 'This could be useful' thought Harry as he opened his trunk and went to open the secret compartment. He opened it up and looked upon drug heaven. "Now which to do? I think I'll take my Cigarettes. I need to calm my nerves. I remember when I got high while I was hella pissed"
*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*
"BOY GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Harry was up in his room, rolling and smoking a blunt when Uncle Vernon called.
"COMING!" And with that Harry continued rolling and smoking his blunt. 10 minutes and 2 rolled blunts later,
"BOY I SAID NOW!"
"AND I SAID COMING!" With that Harry decided to get this talk with uncle over with so he could roll his blunts in peace. Harry walked down the stairs and sat on the couch. "What do you want?"
"Boy you will have more respect to me when you talk to me!"
"Whatever, hurry up and say what you have to say. I'm busy."
Obviously angered, Uncle Vernon said "You will not be returning to that freak school! Never again!"
"Yippy-skippy for me. You done?"
"You don't care?!"
"Nope, just means I can hang around you year round. Why would I mind?"
"Just like your damn parents boy! Too much pride!"
"Should I take that as an insult or a compliment? Hmm"
"Its an insult boy! Your slut faced mother didn't know when to ask for help! Probably embarrassed to be seen with her unemployed pathetic husband and really ugly baby..." This snide comment pushed Harrys anger over its limits. Harry now has a short temper, in case you haven't noticed. Wind started picking up in the living room even though the windows weren't open.
"What did you say?" Said Harry in a dangerously low voice. Everything made of glass shattered at this point and proceeded to join the whirlwind in the middle of the room.
"Boy what are you doing?!" Uncle Vernon was completely terrified at this point.
"Never talk shit about my parents in my presence" Harry said with that dangerously low voice.
"..."
"DO YOU HEAR ME?!" Harry's anger had gone over its limits and it had never been this bad before. Suddenly everything stopped, and Harry retreated back to his room as if nothing happened.
*~*~*~*~End FLASHBACK and return to Harry's POV ~*~*~*~*
Harry grabbed his cigarettes, and decided to stop for a sec. 'Since the terms starting soon and everyone just goes through everyones trunk...' Harry pulled out his wand and made the secret compartment ask for a password in parsel tongue. The password was pain in parsel tongue. Since he was the only one other than voldemort able to speak it, it was a good way to keep himself safe. He walked out of the dormitory and out the portrait hole. Harry walked out the doors and started walking towards the quidditch pitch.
"Accio firebolt"
His broom came flying towards him and he hopped on. He flew a few laps in the pitch before going to one of the goal posts. He lowered himself from his broom onto a platform he had just summoned there. Sitting there, he pulled out his lighter, and lit his cigarette. Taking a deep breath, he just sat there looking over a Hogwarts. What he saw next was unbelievable.
AN:
I know my chapters are really short, but there are going to be a lot, so it'll make up in the end. I just don't have enough time to sit and write long chapters. Hopefully you guys like and understand this chapter, and I'll get a new one up by the end of the week. Thanks for the wonderful reviews!
SweetSuzie
Everyone was assembled outside in the Hogwarts courtyard. Somehow, word of Harry Potters attempted suicide spread and all of Harrys well wishers came and gave him gifts letters candy and many other things. Today, an important meeting was called outside the doors of Hogwarts. The meeting was for everyone to attend because Dumbledore and Fudge were going to release important information. Fudge started the meeting, which turned out to be like a press conference.
"Attention! Harry Potter before his attempted suicide wrote 4 letters to 4 different people. To Mr. Remus Lupin, To Mr. Albus Dumbledore, To Mr. Ron Weasley and Ms. Hermione Granger. Would those 4 people come up and if possible, read the letters out loud?"
As the 4 walked up to the platform, a woman screamed, which diverted the attention from the current "task at hand." Sirius Black, who had been posing as Remus' lovable grim like dog, ran over and practically ate the rat. With a pop, instead of the dog, there in the middle of the crowd, with a rat in his mouth, was mass murderer Sirius Black. Chaos followed that. The people were all yelling things like,
"SIRIUS BLACK!"
"HE'S TRYING TO KILL US FOR YOU-KNOW-WHO!"
"PROTECT THE CHILDREN"
Meanwhile, Sirius picked up his wand and made Peter Pettigrew turn into his natural form. More chaos followed this new bit of information, the crowd was now yelling things like
"PETER PETTIGREW!"
"SIRIUS BLACK IS A GOD!"
"HE'S USING YOU-KNOW-WHO'S POWERS TO DO THIS!"
Sirius walked up to the platform, but didn't get close to Fudge. "FUDGE! THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU SINCE BEFORE YOU SENT ME TO AZKABAN! I DID NOT KILL THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH PETTIGREW! HERE HE IS NOW!" And with that the whole crowd gasped. There was Peter Pettigrew, alive and talking.
"Minister Fudge! Don't believe him! He's lying! He's trying to fool you into believing him! He's..."
"Shut it Wormtail!" And with that Sirius punched Peter in the stomach, causing Peter to double over clutching his stomach, shutting him up for the moment. Little did they know that this was Peters plan, and it was going according to plan.
*~*~*~*~Peter's POV earlier that day~*~*~*~*
"Master, you called me?" Peter Pettigrew was currently at Voldemorts secret headquarters, and the fact of the matter was the Peter HATED Volde... you-know-who. He was just to cowardly to even THINK about betraying him. Peter so far, had life made in the shade and was able to drink lemonade, so to speak. Living with Voldemort had its ups and downs. One of the biggest downs was that Peter was Voldemort personal house elf. I mean, its not like Voldemort can't afford a house elf, I mean, they're free! But, he's just, you know, a little touched in the head. Anyway, Living with Voldemort had its ups and downs. All the death eaters, in one way or another had a certain respect for Peter, but they also hated him enough to want him dead. Peter was always treated worst than the death eaters, but he was Voldemorts right hand man basically. Who wouldn't live through pain and torture for that?
"Wormtail, did you know that there was going to be a press conference for Harry Potter today?"
"I read about it in the Daily Prophet. Its been mentioned in there for days."
"Well, I have a little task for you then." Voldemort then touched the dark mark on Peters left shoulder, calling all Death Eaters to come to headquarters.
"My Death Eaters! I have a task for all of you! Wormtail will head this one, so listen carefully, because if all goes well (AN: insert Voldemorts piercing glare here...giving me shivers just thinking about it) we WILL have Harry Potter by the end of the day. I will only explain this once..." And so a plan was formed.
*~*~*~*~Open P.O.V. right now~*~*~*~*
No one knew that the everything was going according to plan. It was Wormtails duty to get captured on the day of Harry Potters press conference. Why? Because, if everyone is here, then who is guarding Harry?
*~*~*~*~Harry's POV~*~*~*~*
Harry woke to an empty hospital wing. No one was there. No one. The fact that he was still angry from his encounter with his parents, and now finding out that no one cared enough to at least leave a note or someone behind to tell him that they were gone?! This really pushed his buttons. He sat up in bed too quickly, and felt really dizzy. He pushed that aside, and stood up. Immediately he could feel his body ache from standing. 'I need to get high. As long as no ones around....' thought Harry as he looked on and in the cabinet thing next to his bed. He found both his glasses and his wand. 'Too easy' Harry now was walking out the door of the Hospital wing, and towards Gryffindor tower. He reached the fat lady and finally figured out that he didn't know the password. 'Shit' thought Harry as he tried to think of an excuse to get in the tower.
"Password please."
"I don't know it yet."
"No entry without a password."
"Since the term hasn't technically started, can I give you the end of last years password?"
"Well...it is technically the password. Yes, I will accept that password for entry into the tower."
"3rd task." This is one of the passwords that Harry will never be able to forget. Just saying 3rd task brought a rush of memories to Harrys mind, the freshest the encounter with Cedric. More anger rose in Harry as he walked through the open portrait hole and into the common room. He walked up the boys stairs, and found the room that said 5th years. He opened the door and found his trunk placed in front of the bed nearest the window. 'This could be useful' thought Harry as he opened his trunk and went to open the secret compartment. He opened it up and looked upon drug heaven. "Now which to do? I think I'll take my Cigarettes. I need to calm my nerves. I remember when I got high while I was hella pissed"
*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*
"BOY GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Harry was up in his room, rolling and smoking a blunt when Uncle Vernon called.
"COMING!" And with that Harry continued rolling and smoking his blunt. 10 minutes and 2 rolled blunts later,
"BOY I SAID NOW!"
"AND I SAID COMING!" With that Harry decided to get this talk with uncle over with so he could roll his blunts in peace. Harry walked down the stairs and sat on the couch. "What do you want?"
"Boy you will have more respect to me when you talk to me!"
"Whatever, hurry up and say what you have to say. I'm busy."
Obviously angered, Uncle Vernon said "You will not be returning to that freak school! Never again!"
"Yippy-skippy for me. You done?"
"You don't care?!"
"Nope, just means I can hang around you year round. Why would I mind?"
"Just like your damn parents boy! Too much pride!"
"Should I take that as an insult or a compliment? Hmm"
"Its an insult boy! Your slut faced mother didn't know when to ask for help! Probably embarrassed to be seen with her unemployed pathetic husband and really ugly baby..." This snide comment pushed Harrys anger over its limits. Harry now has a short temper, in case you haven't noticed. Wind started picking up in the living room even though the windows weren't open.
"What did you say?" Said Harry in a dangerously low voice. Everything made of glass shattered at this point and proceeded to join the whirlwind in the middle of the room.
"Boy what are you doing?!" Uncle Vernon was completely terrified at this point.
"Never talk shit about my parents in my presence" Harry said with that dangerously low voice.
"..."
"DO YOU HEAR ME?!" Harry's anger had gone over its limits and it had never been this bad before. Suddenly everything stopped, and Harry retreated back to his room as if nothing happened.
*~*~*~*~End FLASHBACK and return to Harry's POV ~*~*~*~*
Harry grabbed his cigarettes, and decided to stop for a sec. 'Since the terms starting soon and everyone just goes through everyones trunk...' Harry pulled out his wand and made the secret compartment ask for a password in parsel tongue. The password was pain in parsel tongue. Since he was the only one other than voldemort able to speak it, it was a good way to keep himself safe. He walked out of the dormitory and out the portrait hole. Harry walked out the doors and started walking towards the quidditch pitch.
"Accio firebolt"
His broom came flying towards him and he hopped on. He flew a few laps in the pitch before going to one of the goal posts. He lowered himself from his broom onto a platform he had just summoned there. Sitting there, he pulled out his lighter, and lit his cigarette. Taking a deep breath, he just sat there looking over a Hogwarts. What he saw next was unbelievable.
AN:
I know my chapters are really short, but there are going to be a lot, so it'll make up in the end. I just don't have enough time to sit and write long chapters. Hopefully you guys like and understand this chapter, and I'll get a new one up by the end of the week. Thanks for the wonderful reviews!
SweetSuzie