Disclaimer: I (most regrettably) don't own Harry Potter the companies and person with this Happy Power is Joanne Kathleen Rowling, Warner Brother, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Heyday/1498 films and Raincover Books. This is my first fanfic so I hope you like it. I don't have any new characters yet so absolutely nothing but the new events belong to me. Give suggestions and what you think of it. Anyone reading thank you and please enjoy.
Harry Potter
and the Spells of Secrets
by Benjamin Shaibu
Chapter 1:Plan to Escape from the Dursleys
The rain pounded hard against the roof. The sky outside was a dark grayish-blue. BOOM. Number 4 Privet Drive heard the loud bang the storm's thunder made. And suddenly there was a flash of bright whitish-blue light. The lightning lighted up the sky almost as like the sun.. Two brilliant-green eyes peered out of large round glasses. Above the eyes were jet-black bangs. A 15 year-old wizard named Harry Potter lifted up his hair to look at his 14-year old scar. This scar was lightning- shaped and given from a very dark and evil wizard named Lord Voldemort. When Harry was one-year old the dreaded Lord Voldemort attacked him. Voldemort was an evil wizard whose only purpose in life was to cause harm. He killed muggles a non-magical creature, squibs (people born from witch and wizard families who can do drastically little to no magic, and "mud-bloods"(witches and wizards born of muggle families and heritage, muggle-borns) with great pleasure. (One of Harry's best friends, Hermione Granger, was Muggle-born.) Voldemort was a power-hungry half-blood. His mother was a pure-blood, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin (one of the 4 co-founders of Harry's school), who fell in love with a muggle named Tom Marvolo Riddle. When he found out she was a witch he left her and she died after having Tom 's son who was named after him. Tom Marvolo Riddle the 2nd is Voldemort. In Harry's first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (the place Harry considered home) he fought Voldemort and saved the Sorcerer's/ Philosopher's. In his second year, Harry stopped Voldemort's diary that preserved his 16 year-old self from killing the Muggle-borns of the school with a deadly basilisk whose gaze brought instant death to the viewer and had poisonous fangs. In his third year Harry met up with Sirius Black who "killed thirteen people with one curse, worked for Voldemort, and betrayed Harry's family's location to Voldemort" even though he and James Potter, Harry's father, had been friends and he knew Lily Potter, Harry's mom, well. Harry found out that it was Peter Pettigrew who did that year. He also learned how his parents died by voice because the dementors made you relive your worst memory and he had to confront them and beat them with the Patronus Charm. In Harry's 4th year Voldemort came back. Somehow Voldemort's dreaded killing curse the Avada Kedavra rebounded against Harry leaving Voldemort powerless and inches from death (Professor Dumbeldore, headmaster of Hogwarts says Harry's mom died to save him). In his 5th year he found out why Voldemort tried to kill him. It was in a prophecy about Voldemort and Harry before Harry was born that said Harry was the only one with a chance of killing Voldemort. Voldemort only heard some of Harry's description and that he may kill Voldemort. He didn't hear that when he attacked Harry he marked as his equal and gave him powers that Voldemort doesn't know about and also that one has to kill the other in the end. Harry wiped a tear from his eyes. "I'm so stupid. Hermione told me. I'm just a big I-have-to-be-the-hero-kind-of-guy. I'm the biggest prat on the face of the Earth," he thought. Harry was thinking about something else that happened this year. His god father Sirius Black was gone and he felt it was all his fault. He went to try to rescue Sirius who did not need rescuing. "I'll kill Bellatrix Lestrange if it's the last thing I do. I hate her. I hate her. She's just as bad as Voldemort. I hate and will murder both of them. No matter what. And I won't get my friends in danger or hurt this time. I can't let that happen to the people I care about. I can't. I won't." The day was July 28th. Harry was beating himself up about Sirius' death since he got back from his magical "boarding school." Harry was 15 and would be 16 in 2 days. Then a energetic owl flew straight at his window. Harry quickly opened it to let Pigwidgeon (nicknamed Pig by Ron) in. He grabbed Ron's letter and opened it up. Inside it said in messy scrawl:
Dear Harry,
It's me Ron, in a hurry. Don't know much about Y-K-W but he's after a powerful curse. Sorry but I have to leave you in the dark because of chance of interception and I don't know much more, anyways. Can my dad apparate by to pick you up and leave by broomstick with you on your Firebolt on your birthday? He'll lighten your things and then put on a Disillusionment Charm. My dad will be there at 8 PM. Give me your reply soon. I'll give you your present when you come over. Muggle Post just came for me gotta go!
-Ron Weasely
P.S. It's from Hermione! And don't get down about Sirius.
"You can go Pig, Hedwig can handle it." Harry said and packed his things in his trunk. He went down stairs to tell Uncle Vernon and the Dursleys he was G-O-N-E, gone. He had "coincidentally" forgotten to tell the Dursleys Sirius was dead, so he thought his chances of leaving the Dursleys were high considering they didn't want him around. He hated this house with every fiber of his being even though it kept him safe from Voldemort. Harry creaked down the stairs. Tonks was right- this house was way too clean. Harry walked past his old cupboard to the parlor. He summed up his courage and asked Uncle Vernon, " May I go to my friend, Ron's house for my birthday. His dad will come at 8 PM."
"Sure. As long as they don't come by my fire place I don't care. You and your bloody kind. I enjoy it when you leave. The whole family does."
"Harry replied, "Great I was feeling bad for a second. The feelings mutual, I like it better when I leave too."
Harry's heart leapt. He hadn't been this happy in awhile because of Sirius' death. As Harry climbed the steps he heard Uncle Vernon bellow, "BOY! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT KNOW! HOW DARE YOU GET YOUR FREAKISH-FRIENDS TO MAIL THIS HOUSE AGAIN!"
Harry raced downstairs. Uncle Vernon threw a light brown box at Harry and instructed, "Just get your bloody things ready to leave my house."
The box was lettered:
Harry Potter
Number 4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey
In familiar type. Harry opened the packaged and then saw a letter and a smaller box. Harry opened and read the letter. It said:
Dear Harry,
How are you doing? Sorry I couldn't keep in touch lots of things came up. Don't know any of Voldemort's plans because I have been MIA, missing in action, with the order. Oh, drag. Know I know how you felt last year. I'm going with Viktor Krum to Bulgaria.
Harry couldn't believe it but he felt jealous that Viktor was with Hermione. "Why is Hermione alone with Krum. It should be me! Could I like her? No. She's just my best friend. No way, no how. It's probably just my boredom talking or was it…"He continued to read.
So far it's been wonderful. Have you seen the pictures? Those mountains in the background were absolutely astonishing. Viktor has been a perfect gentleman. I hope you've done all your summer holiday homework. Ron says you might come over. I may go later on, too. I hope you enjoy my present, and don't be hard on yourself about Sirius' passing.
Love your friend,
Hermione Granger
Harry looked at the picture. It was one of Hermione stranding in front of gorgeous purple and blue snow-topped mountains. She was 15 turning 16 September 19th. She waved at him in the picture an made a large smile that showed her shrunken teeth (long story). She had bushy, brown hair that usually curled at the end but it was straight. She was wearing a pink sweater over blue jeans. Harry thought, "Why does she dress up to see him? Wait forget it. Am I in love after all these years of just friendship! Nah!" Harry looked at the smaller box. Inside was a gold locket with Harry Potter engraved in black. He opened it up and saw a picture of Hermione. He blushed and thought, "Could she like me? No way! Friends give out locket especially girls I think..."
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