Harry Potter and the Guardian of Magic
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This is purely fan-fiction, and I, in NO way, take credit for the character or places, except those that are my own, but I DO take credit for the ideas, because I've spent my personal time writing these and then typing these, so no flames or anything, or you won't get anymore (well..except for those people who want more, I'll type it for them, but the others can go and just drive off a steep cliff that have jagged rocks at the bottom!)
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This story takes place after Order of the Phoenix
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Chapter One: The Promise
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Rain pounded on top of the two-story house on number 4 Privet Drive as most of its inhabitants milled around downstairs, eating lunch and wondering about the weird weather phenomenon, when a loud crash broke the tense silence.
"Boy! I told you before, if you…" Vernon stopped in mid-sentence, looking around for his nephew, blinking when he didn't see him.
"Vernon, dear, he's upstairs. Dudley dropped the plate." Petunia said as she craned her neck back to the window to spy on the neighbors again.
Vernon shook his head and barked at Dudley to pick up the pieces of the plate, turning back to his lunch, shoving his bewilderment about his nephew into the back of his mind.
Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the child prodigy, sat on his bed and watched it rain.
He'd been out of school for about two weeks, yet it felt like it was longer. This summer was just going by slow. It had been storming on and off, mostly on, so it made enjoying the outdoors rather hard, and it'd severed his only means of communication to his friends for the last two days.
Ron had told him at the end of last year that they would come and get him as soon as possible, and Harry had been packed since the first day back, ready to be out of this place as soon as possible.
Harry sighed and looked at his clock: 1:23. It seemed like he had check it hours ago, rather than eleven minutes ago.
Shaking his head, Harry lay his head down on his pillow and tried to forget about Sirius death, and about the rise of Voldemort, and all the horrible things that had happened at school. But he couldn't. It was etched into his mind. There was no escaping it.
All the images and memories that had happened at school last year, and all the horrible things, he tried to forget. But he couldn't. It was etched into his mind. There was no escaping it.
Harry fell into a fitful sleep as he unconsciously began to replay the events in his mind, twisting and turning, knocking his glasses off and to the floor as thunder shook the house.
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Harry stood in a stone corridor, a door barley visible on the other end, wondering where he was, and why he was here.
Suddenly, barely visible in the darkness, he saw the door open and a familiar shape slide in, silhouetted, one he never thought he would see again. Sirius!
Harry began to rush headlong down the hallway, almost stumbling every step in his excitement, but he didn't care. Sirius! Sirius was somehow alive!
Harry wrapped his fingers around the doors' handle and was shocked when he felt a frosty hand clutch at his heart, his breathing almost stopping.
After a few moments of waiting, Harry dropped his hand from the handle and gasped for breath, wiping at the sweat that had broken out on his forehead.
He stood up after catching his breath and grabbed a hold of the door handle, preparing for the icy sensation again, but nothing happened.
Opening the door, Harry poked his head inside, casting his gaze around, looking for Sirius. He knew he saw him. Positive.
Harry stepped inside, jerking his wand out of his pocket when the door slammed behind him, muttering the spell that ignited the end of his wand in a soft nimbus of light that extended in a gradually broadening line ahead of him.
It was the curtain room. He couldn't see the curtain, but he recognized the steps leading downward, remembered the battle that took place, remembered Sirius… falling.. into the curtain..
Harry stumbled brokenly to the railing, looking down into the darkness. He could have sworn.. he saw him.. he knew it was him..
Gritting his teeth and leveling his wand in front of him, he marched to the steps and started to walk down them, the light coming from the end of his wand never wavering.
He reached the book and looked ahead. At the curtain.
Keeping his wand level, Harry approached the curtain, hearing the voices coming from behind it, blocking the words out as he reached for the curtain…
He could feel his fingers almost brush the curtain as the voices, no longer blocked, seemed to invade his mind and shake his body..
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"Harry! Harry!" a female voice called to him, "Harry! Please, wake up!"
Harry groggily sat up, staring at the blurry face in front of him, "Who…?" he asked as his glasses were slid onto his face.
"Hey, mate, told you that we'd come and get you!" said a familiar voice to his left.
"Ron! Hermione!" Harry whispered, looking around, seeing Fred, too.
"Hurry up, Harry, and get your things. We've gotta get going before the storm stirs back up." Fred said, beginning to gather Harry's books.
Harry quickly packed up his things and began to drag them to the door before he stopped and looked at Fred, "Wait..how'd you guys get here?"
Fred grinned and tilted his head towards the window, where Harry was surprised to see a black Ford Mustang, floating silently in front of his open window.
"But..where'd you get that? Those are pretty expensive.." Harry began.
"My and Georges business is doing very well, especially after our little show last term." Fred said with a smirk.
Harry grinned at them and, with some help, loaded all of his things into the cars' magically enhanced trunk.
"Do you think it's safe to let Hedwig out for a while? She's been cooped up for two days now.." Harry began.
"Sure mate, just make sure to let her back in when if it starts to rain again." Ron said, sliding into the front seat as Fred turned the car's side to the window.
Harry slid into the back seat beside Hermione after letter Hedwig out, watching her soar happily into the air before the door was pulled shut.
"Your aunt and uncle will be getting a letter tomorrow from Dumbledore telling them that you're with us and to not worry." Fred said as he pulled up into the air.
"Not like they'd really care anyways, but thanks." said Harry, looking around the inside of the car.
"Just in case you're wondering, we had Dad put a little spell on it to make it fly and," Fred flicked a red switch under the steering wheel, "to become invisible."
As the car disappeared into the air, Fred threw it into sixth gear and took off towards the Burrow.