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Rating: so far for language, what can I say harrys a fowl mouthed twat…..not me at all….
I wont yap on, just enjoy the show ladies and gentlemen……!
A typical British summer had once again imposed itself upon privet drive. Rain battled with the immaculate windows, cars and flowerbeds as dark clouds descended from the sky. The street was a ghost town of mirrored houses, all inhabitants hidden behind drawn blinds, all aside from one young boy, though perhaps young is not the word. Despite his small frame and pinched appearance his eyes held the wisdom and disappointment of a boy who grew up beyond his years, a boy who had endured suffering, a boy who had gone to war with faith, and lost a meaningless battle.
Harry Potter stood beneath the street line outside number four, rain streaming beneath his too many times-repaired glasses, masking the tears that had become so familiar. His once unruly black hair lay flat and dripping against the scar which bained his life. It was at these times, when he was alone and contemplating, that his misery hit with full force. His miseries could not be picked alone from the din, but swirled together until released through his eyes, once so bright. Misery though, fortunately for Harry, was not his usual state, anger was so much easier. And so it was that anger which Harry immersed himself in. Anger at himself, Dumbledore, the ministry, his friends.
He felt the anger rising through the misery, until he could not hold his own emotions. The clouds overhead became darker, the rain lashed his face and finally he let go. A roaring, almost primal scream travelled from the pit of his soul through his mouth, releasing the anger and misery of his last year, not masked by the thunderous groan of the heavens.
A flash of lightening fell uncomfortably close to the silence of Privet drive as Harry held his face in his hands. His mind felt unnaturally clear as his eyes, gleaming with sudden realization, snapped up toward the clouds.
If one listened carefully, you could hear the single word pass violently through his usually muted lips.
"Enough"
Harry paced his bedroom, uncaring of the endless books, clothes and parchment he treaded on in his frantic attempt release his new found energy.
'What happened, something changed...something inside me. What do I feel? Anger? No not as much...hurt? I hurt for Sirius...but not for myself. This is a sign, I need to change, accept my path, my destiny. Can I follow Dumbledore and battle against the dark lord? No, it seems wrong somehow, but I cannot hide from what is ahead of me. I have fought voldemort, basilisks, dementors...and came back from it. I have to believe I can do this, I have use what I have learnt for the greater good. The greater good? Yes, for the future of our kind...not for Dumbledore, not for Hogwarts, not for me. I will fight for those who have gone before me...for Cedric...for Sirius.
Yes Dumbledore ill fight your battle, ill play my part, but hell, ill be damned if I don't do it on my own terms!'
Harry knew Dumbledore would not take this information with kind. He knew he would have to fight him and perhaps his friends. His friends…..how would they take it? Ron his best friend since his very first ride on the Hogwarts Express, would he help? Would he support his decision? Harry could not help but think back to the Triwizard Tournament….Ron had not been supportive then, yeah sure he had come through in the end, but only because of Hermione. Hermione, how would she take it? Harry smiled his first smile of the summer as he imagined her flapping around like a headless chicken, berating him for his rebellious stand against authority. His smile quickly disappeared, would she stand by Dumbledore? Stand by the order? Then amidst his questioning thoughts a picture appeared in his mind. He could see her eyes, clear as day as she handed him so toast right after the fight with Ron. The unquestioning trust which he had seen in them led him to believe that Hermione knew him better than anyone, better than himself. She might not understand his actions at times, but she had an unwavering acceptance of him that he had never seen in anyone. She would understand, he would have to take his time to think about Ron, but with Hermione he was safe, always.
Who else could he trust to accept his stand, to help him in his quest to meet his fate head on? Two unexpected faces entered his minds eye. One a boy, round faced and fair haired. A nervous smile appeared on his face, but in his eyes Harry saw a courage that was ready to come out, a courage Harry had seen in the department of mysteries that year. The second was girl with long dirty blonde hair that fell in rats tails behind her overly large blue eyes. Luna, Harry thought. At first he had considered her ditzy, weird even. But that conversation they had had at the end of last year, if it could be called that had shown Harry something in Luna. That behind all her beliefs and quirky ideals was a brain and intuition that rivalled Hermione's. He wasn't quite sure why but he knew he could not do this without her.
He would write to Neville and Luna this summer, get to know them, let them know of his stand, but his first port of call was Hermione. He took out a quill and piece of parchment from beneath his floorboard.
Dear Mione',
I know I havnt written all summer, but as you probably know, iv had a lot to think about, and believe me when I see I have thought about it. I need to talk with you, without ron, just me and you. Could you meet me in Diagon Ally tomorrow? Tell your parents your getting your school stuff. Don't worry about me getting past the ever watchful eye of the order, ill find a way.
I want to thankyou mione, for showing your trust in me last year, even if it was unfounded, for fighting and for being brave the way you did. Im so proud to have you as a friend, I don't think I say it much, but I mean it I promise. Don't let Ron know where we are going. Let me know if you can make it?
Love always,
Your friend Harry.
That should do it he thought, hoping she wouldn't let ron know about it. He lay back on his bed, thinking, not noticing the growing darkness engulfing him. He looked at the clock, not for the first time realising that it was his birthday tomorrow. '16, I cant believe I made it to 16. Well if I have anything to do with it ill make it to 80, sitting in a chair with my slippers and pipes while all my little grandchildren run around me, all with their bushy hair and green eyes….BUSHY HAIR? Oh dear, not a good time to think about this harry.'
Just as he wished that train of though would stop, he was blessed with a relief of all thought of bushy children, unfortunately the distraction came in the form of a searing pain travelling from his toes to he head. He just had time to acknowledge the clock downstairs as it struck midnight before drifting swiftly into unconsciousness.
Harry woke to the sound of the sunrise. He felt drained, soaked in a cold sweat as he tried to remember what happened. With great difficulty he slipped up off his bed, his legs almost buckling beneath him, as he tried to cross his room to the door in hopes of making it to the bathroom. As he walked slowly across room he noticed a sudden disorientation, eyes snapping up to the mirror. He stumbled backwards at the vision that met his eyes. It was him there was no doubt of that, his green eyes still shone back at him. His face was still the same but his features had taken on a definition that could be described as nothing but manly. His shirtless torso had also morphed into a more well defined chest with muscles that certainly hadn't been there yesterday. His hair was still as unruly as ever. It was then that Harry noticed the reason for the disorientation; he had grown, not enormous amounts, perhaps 3 inches on his normal height, making him a respectable 5"9, tall for his age.
'Jesus shit! What the fucks going on?'
It was then that Harry was distracted by a tapping at his window, Hedwig! He went toward the window opening wide to let his bird through. Attached to her leg was Hermione's reply, but before he could open the parchment he was again distracted by a large, stately black eagle owl that flew through his window dropping a piece of parchment arrogantly on Harry's unruly mess of hair before flying straight back through the window. Harry put the letter to the side as he opened Hermione's reply.
Harry,
Im so glad to hear from you, iv been so worried about you! Of course ill meet you, and I promise not to tell Ron. Thank you Harry for what you said, you don't how much they mean to me, but I will say that if it weren't for you I would never have got through that dreadful night, I just hope you can start to lean on me in turn with everything you've been through. Just remember im always here for you. Ill meet you outside Gringotts at 10:30, cant wait to see you,
Love always,
Hermione
With a decidedly unnatural flutter in his stomach and a smile twitching on his lips he reached for the letter on his bed. The writing on the front was almost archaic in its style and silver ink, giving off an immediate sense of aristocracy. Harry looked at the family seal on the back of the envelope, searching his memory for the reason he recognised the name. Then it clicked, but why? Why would a slytherin pure blood family be writing to him? Oh well, he thought, guess ill have to find out.
The seal was a deal blue with two silver swords crossed over a moon, entwined with two green and black snakes.
The swords were engraved with a message; those of strength and quiet faith.
The seal read Zabini.
Well there you's go! Haha, expecting malfoy? No such luck sorry, but he will come later in the story worry not! I hope you like it, this is my first fic, flames accepted, id really like to know what you think, id love to carry it on. So go on press the little purple button, if you do ill give you all Malfoy shaped cookies…..
