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Only Love Matters
By Umbridgeitis CHAPTER ONE Harry Potter awoke on the morning of his birthday which is the 31st of July at the number Four Privet Drive, just like any other summer and every other birthday. Like any other summer, Harry was miserable and like every other birthday, He received no Presents and the fact that he was born on that day was ignored.
Harry wasn't the least bit surprised that he received no birthday presents. He was surprised though; at the way he was being treated by the Dursley's. Harry was still recovering from his last near-death encounter with Tom Riddle, or better known, Lord Voldermort, Harry's archenemy. He was also still recovering which plagued Harry's every waking moment, the loss of the closest thing to a parent Harry had ever known, his godfather, Sirius Black. He was also torn between terror and anger over the stupid prophecy. His destiny and fate was already decided. He would have to take Voldermort down or be murdered by Voldermort. Harry knew that he had to be the victim or the murderer.
On top of all that, he had to have gone back to the Dursley's, who have been crueler and more vicious than they ever have been to Harry before.
Harry woke with a start. He had had a nightmare but was unable to remember what it was the dream was about. Harry glanced out the window. It was light now. He glanced at his clock. It was 7:30. He was not going to be able to get back to sleep now. Harry quickly got up and dressed with the intention of missing the Dursley's at breakfast . No Such luck.
Harry saw, as usual, Dudley sitting at the kitchen table, his six chins wobbling as he ate, his tiny little eyes glued television the Dursley's bought him the previous summer, Uncle Vernon sitting beside him. Aunt Petunia had already finished her breakfast and was washing the dirty dishes. Normally, Harry's presence would go unnoticed, but not this summer and especially not today. All three Dursley's turned in Harry's direction wearing glares that were firmly fixed in place, all of which would have made Snape proud.
Aunt Petunia was the first to speak. Harry couldn't help feel that her hatred of him had intensified tenfold in the last year. " I thought I smelt something foul on the air, I shouldn't have been surprised though, since I smelt it the morning I found you on the doorstep, But it seems to have intensified today." All three Dursley's went into a fits of hysterical laughter, a maniac gleam could be seen in all three sets of eyes. Harry fought hard to keep his magic under control as well as his tears. The Order said they were coming for him soon, but it had been a month. It had been too long.
Harry sat down at his place at the table and chewed on a piece of toast and sipped on a glass of orange juice, ignoring the looks of pure hatred being sent his way. He finished breakfast as fast as he possibly could, considering he had lost his appetite. After Harry had finished, he quickly exited the kitchen and walked back to his bedroom. When he arrived, he saw that the mail had come. Harry felt the excitement rise up inside him. His friends had sent him presents. Harry Potter had adjusted to a lot of things in his life, and getting presents was not one of them.
Harry quickly shut his door and walked over to his bed. He sat down and petted Hedwig, which earned him an affectionate nip on the finger. He untied the parcel on Hedwig's leg and found that it was sent from Remus. Harry tore the letter open first.
Harry,
Happy Birthday Honey. I hope your well. Don't get down Harry, the order is coming to get you soon. I'm extremely proud of your 15 OWL's and I know Sirius would be too. I've got something to tell you Harry, It's really important. I love you Harry and I know Sirius did and wherever he is, still does. See you soon Love Remus
P.S. I have also enclosed presents from Sirius which he purchased before he died. He believed in you Harry, He believed that you could defeat Voldermort and that you would do well at your OWL's. He believes in you and so do I, now and forever. What happened wasn't your fault. Remember that.
Harry finished the letter with tears streaming down his face, unable to hold in the sobs that have wanted to escape him for so long. Sirius had already bought him presents.. Sirius had loved him.. And now he was gone...It was his fault. Harry stopped himself from crying anymore. He would not do this, he would not show weakness. Harry pulled himself together and then turned towards Remus's presents. He opened the carefully wrapped package and found a camera inside. Harry was surprised that it wasn't a defensive magical object. Harry was surprised but liked it all the same, all the time wondering what Remus could possibly tell him that he didn't already know. Harry pushed these thoughts aside as he saw the owls getting restless. He took all the packages off the owls and feed them all water and seed.
Harry then decided to open Sirius's presents last. He opened presents from Ron, Hermione, Tonks, Kingsley Shackbolt, Hagrid, Fred and George and received all sorts of Honeydukes sweets, Wizarding Objects , Clothing and various items from WWW.
After Harry had opened all that there was only 2 packages left. They were Sirius's and a package from- Dumbeldore. On cue, Harry's heart jumped into his throat, beating like mad. Harry had a crush on the headmaster, he didn't know how long he had felt this way, it just seemed like he always had, but only just realizing it.
There was only one problem with that. Harry knew that it would never happen, Dumbeldore would never love him like that. Who would??? What would Dumbeldore ever see in him???
Nevertheless, Harry couldn't help but feel excited. Harry ripped the note open first, his heart pounding.
Harry,
Happy Birthday. I have enclosed a device that needs to be put into affect immediately. When you are in immediate danger, the device will grow hot. It will also give warning to a person who is in a position to notify the order and that way we can keep you safe. Have a good Birthday I expect I will be seeing you soon so until then, take care
Dumbeldore
Harry opened the package curiously. Inside was a black box. Harry opened the box, only to find a gold ring that looked big enough for Harry's thumb. Harry picked the ring up and examined in closely. It was exceptionally beautiful. It had engravings in it, only the engraving holes were filled with diamonds, which made it look like the engravings were written in diamonds. Harry loved this 'device'. ( Note: Give one to me any day ( ). Harry put it back in it's box and placed it carefully on his bed. Harry then turned and picked up one of the packages from Sirius. Harry saw a note attached and ripped it off and opened it.
Harry,
I asked Professor Dumbeldore if I could give this to you and he agreed, we both know you are now old enough to know. You see, when I was 'cleaning' I came across something interesting. I confronted Professor Dumbeldore with the information and he, it turns out, already knew. He said he was waiting for the right time to tell you, which he picked as your sixteenth birthday. I insisted on telling you though, as you are my godson and soon to be son. You read correctly Harry, by the time you go back to school you will have a father. Anyway, I've decided that when you come this summer we are turning his beard purple or something ( discuss together at a later time ), trust me, once you know, you'll want to do the same. I will say no more on the subject though, as it is one of your other presents.
Love Sirius Harry laughed and wiped away a few stray tears. He opened the long package. It was Godric Griffindors sword. A note was attached to the sword, it was written in Sirius's handwriting.
This is rightfully yours.
Harry stared between the note and the sword in utter amazement. It was rightfully his???? Fat chance. He had only used it to kill the basilisk, that was all he needed it for. He had done what was right and turned it over to Dumbeldore, he had no right to keep it, it should belong to the school. He put the sword down on his bed and stared at it. He finally turned away from it and picked up the next package. Harry opened it only to have an old looking scroll fall out of the wrapping. Harry picked it up, curious, and opened it. It was a family tree. It was his family tree. It was the Griffindor family tree. He was the heir of Griffindor. Harry, to say the least, was stunned. He quickly put the scroll down and eyed the third package wearily. He didn't know how many more 'surprises' he could take.
Harry carefully picked up the third and final package from Sirius. Harry took a deep breath and opened it. It was a plain red velvet box. Harry carefully opened the box. Inside was a solid gold bracelet and engraved on the back was a simple message
Happy Birthday Harry I love you now & Forevermore Love Sirius
Harry couldn't hold in his tears and pain. Harry cried until he could cry no more. Sirius had loved him and he had led Sirius to his death. Harry carefully placed his presents in his trunk, all except the ring Dumbeldore sent him and the bracelet from Sirius, which he slipped on his wrist. Harry layed on his bed, admiring the ring that Dumbeldore had sent him. Harry lay thinking about Dumbeldore and how much he wanted him to be his first. Harry let the fierce waves of drowsiness wash over him, letting them carry him off to sleep.
Harry awoke much later to a light tap-tap-tap on the window. Harry got up unsteadily to open the window. It was dark now. The night had come so fast. The owl fluttered down onto Harry's bed. Harry yawned widely and pulled the piece of parchment of the unfamiliar owls leg. Harry offered the owl water and seed but it simply turned it'd beak up at it and flew out the open window. Harry slammed the window after it, fuming. He sat down on the bed and opened his letter. Harry's mouth opened wordlessly in horror at the letter he had just received.
You are mine
Harry heard a sound in his doorway. His head snapped up just in time to see Petunia Dursley, Harry's Aunt, slam the door shut and mutter 'Colloportus'. Harry gasped in horror as he felt his scar start to burn, the parchment he was holding go up in flames and the smoke form the shape of the dark mark, his Aunts insane laughter ringing in his ears.
Only Love Matters
By Umbridgeitis CHAPTER ONE Harry Potter awoke on the morning of his birthday which is the 31st of July at the number Four Privet Drive, just like any other summer and every other birthday. Like any other summer, Harry was miserable and like every other birthday, He received no Presents and the fact that he was born on that day was ignored.
Harry wasn't the least bit surprised that he received no birthday presents. He was surprised though; at the way he was being treated by the Dursley's. Harry was still recovering from his last near-death encounter with Tom Riddle, or better known, Lord Voldermort, Harry's archenemy. He was also still recovering which plagued Harry's every waking moment, the loss of the closest thing to a parent Harry had ever known, his godfather, Sirius Black. He was also torn between terror and anger over the stupid prophecy. His destiny and fate was already decided. He would have to take Voldermort down or be murdered by Voldermort. Harry knew that he had to be the victim or the murderer.
On top of all that, he had to have gone back to the Dursley's, who have been crueler and more vicious than they ever have been to Harry before.
Harry woke with a start. He had had a nightmare but was unable to remember what it was the dream was about. Harry glanced out the window. It was light now. He glanced at his clock. It was 7:30. He was not going to be able to get back to sleep now. Harry quickly got up and dressed with the intention of missing the Dursley's at breakfast . No Such luck.
Harry saw, as usual, Dudley sitting at the kitchen table, his six chins wobbling as he ate, his tiny little eyes glued television the Dursley's bought him the previous summer, Uncle Vernon sitting beside him. Aunt Petunia had already finished her breakfast and was washing the dirty dishes. Normally, Harry's presence would go unnoticed, but not this summer and especially not today. All three Dursley's turned in Harry's direction wearing glares that were firmly fixed in place, all of which would have made Snape proud.
Aunt Petunia was the first to speak. Harry couldn't help feel that her hatred of him had intensified tenfold in the last year. " I thought I smelt something foul on the air, I shouldn't have been surprised though, since I smelt it the morning I found you on the doorstep, But it seems to have intensified today." All three Dursley's went into a fits of hysterical laughter, a maniac gleam could be seen in all three sets of eyes. Harry fought hard to keep his magic under control as well as his tears. The Order said they were coming for him soon, but it had been a month. It had been too long.
Harry sat down at his place at the table and chewed on a piece of toast and sipped on a glass of orange juice, ignoring the looks of pure hatred being sent his way. He finished breakfast as fast as he possibly could, considering he had lost his appetite. After Harry had finished, he quickly exited the kitchen and walked back to his bedroom. When he arrived, he saw that the mail had come. Harry felt the excitement rise up inside him. His friends had sent him presents. Harry Potter had adjusted to a lot of things in his life, and getting presents was not one of them.
Harry quickly shut his door and walked over to his bed. He sat down and petted Hedwig, which earned him an affectionate nip on the finger. He untied the parcel on Hedwig's leg and found that it was sent from Remus. Harry tore the letter open first.
Harry,
Happy Birthday Honey. I hope your well. Don't get down Harry, the order is coming to get you soon. I'm extremely proud of your 15 OWL's and I know Sirius would be too. I've got something to tell you Harry, It's really important. I love you Harry and I know Sirius did and wherever he is, still does. See you soon Love Remus
P.S. I have also enclosed presents from Sirius which he purchased before he died. He believed in you Harry, He believed that you could defeat Voldermort and that you would do well at your OWL's. He believes in you and so do I, now and forever. What happened wasn't your fault. Remember that.
Harry finished the letter with tears streaming down his face, unable to hold in the sobs that have wanted to escape him for so long. Sirius had already bought him presents.. Sirius had loved him.. And now he was gone...It was his fault. Harry stopped himself from crying anymore. He would not do this, he would not show weakness. Harry pulled himself together and then turned towards Remus's presents. He opened the carefully wrapped package and found a camera inside. Harry was surprised that it wasn't a defensive magical object. Harry was surprised but liked it all the same, all the time wondering what Remus could possibly tell him that he didn't already know. Harry pushed these thoughts aside as he saw the owls getting restless. He took all the packages off the owls and feed them all water and seed.
Harry then decided to open Sirius's presents last. He opened presents from Ron, Hermione, Tonks, Kingsley Shackbolt, Hagrid, Fred and George and received all sorts of Honeydukes sweets, Wizarding Objects , Clothing and various items from WWW.
After Harry had opened all that there was only 2 packages left. They were Sirius's and a package from- Dumbeldore. On cue, Harry's heart jumped into his throat, beating like mad. Harry had a crush on the headmaster, he didn't know how long he had felt this way, it just seemed like he always had, but only just realizing it.
There was only one problem with that. Harry knew that it would never happen, Dumbeldore would never love him like that. Who would??? What would Dumbeldore ever see in him???
Nevertheless, Harry couldn't help but feel excited. Harry ripped the note open first, his heart pounding.
Harry,
Happy Birthday. I have enclosed a device that needs to be put into affect immediately. When you are in immediate danger, the device will grow hot. It will also give warning to a person who is in a position to notify the order and that way we can keep you safe. Have a good Birthday I expect I will be seeing you soon so until then, take care
Dumbeldore
Harry opened the package curiously. Inside was a black box. Harry opened the box, only to find a gold ring that looked big enough for Harry's thumb. Harry picked the ring up and examined in closely. It was exceptionally beautiful. It had engravings in it, only the engraving holes were filled with diamonds, which made it look like the engravings were written in diamonds. Harry loved this 'device'. ( Note: Give one to me any day ( ). Harry put it back in it's box and placed it carefully on his bed. Harry then turned and picked up one of the packages from Sirius. Harry saw a note attached and ripped it off and opened it.
Harry,
I asked Professor Dumbeldore if I could give this to you and he agreed, we both know you are now old enough to know. You see, when I was 'cleaning' I came across something interesting. I confronted Professor Dumbeldore with the information and he, it turns out, already knew. He said he was waiting for the right time to tell you, which he picked as your sixteenth birthday. I insisted on telling you though, as you are my godson and soon to be son. You read correctly Harry, by the time you go back to school you will have a father. Anyway, I've decided that when you come this summer we are turning his beard purple or something ( discuss together at a later time ), trust me, once you know, you'll want to do the same. I will say no more on the subject though, as it is one of your other presents.
Love Sirius Harry laughed and wiped away a few stray tears. He opened the long package. It was Godric Griffindors sword. A note was attached to the sword, it was written in Sirius's handwriting.
This is rightfully yours.
Harry stared between the note and the sword in utter amazement. It was rightfully his???? Fat chance. He had only used it to kill the basilisk, that was all he needed it for. He had done what was right and turned it over to Dumbeldore, he had no right to keep it, it should belong to the school. He put the sword down on his bed and stared at it. He finally turned away from it and picked up the next package. Harry opened it only to have an old looking scroll fall out of the wrapping. Harry picked it up, curious, and opened it. It was a family tree. It was his family tree. It was the Griffindor family tree. He was the heir of Griffindor. Harry, to say the least, was stunned. He quickly put the scroll down and eyed the third package wearily. He didn't know how many more 'surprises' he could take.
Harry carefully picked up the third and final package from Sirius. Harry took a deep breath and opened it. It was a plain red velvet box. Harry carefully opened the box. Inside was a solid gold bracelet and engraved on the back was a simple message
Happy Birthday Harry I love you now & Forevermore Love Sirius
Harry couldn't hold in his tears and pain. Harry cried until he could cry no more. Sirius had loved him and he had led Sirius to his death. Harry carefully placed his presents in his trunk, all except the ring Dumbeldore sent him and the bracelet from Sirius, which he slipped on his wrist. Harry layed on his bed, admiring the ring that Dumbeldore had sent him. Harry lay thinking about Dumbeldore and how much he wanted him to be his first. Harry let the fierce waves of drowsiness wash over him, letting them carry him off to sleep.
Harry awoke much later to a light tap-tap-tap on the window. Harry got up unsteadily to open the window. It was dark now. The night had come so fast. The owl fluttered down onto Harry's bed. Harry yawned widely and pulled the piece of parchment of the unfamiliar owls leg. Harry offered the owl water and seed but it simply turned it'd beak up at it and flew out the open window. Harry slammed the window after it, fuming. He sat down on the bed and opened his letter. Harry's mouth opened wordlessly in horror at the letter he had just received.
You are mine
Harry heard a sound in his doorway. His head snapped up just in time to see Petunia Dursley, Harry's Aunt, slam the door shut and mutter 'Colloportus'. Harry gasped in horror as he felt his scar start to burn, the parchment he was holding go up in flames and the smoke form the shape of the dark mark, his Aunts insane laughter ringing in his ears.