Harry Potter and the Gem of the Oracle
KyleGranger342
Chapter 1
Port Key to Rosenfield
The sky was a cream color as Harry stepped out onto the front lawn of Number 4 Privet Drive. In each hand he was carrying large twigs and tree branches, and he was bringing them to the curb for the Thursday garbage pick-up. His face, arms, and hands were full of dirt and very cut up from the work he had just completed. In the window on the left of the house was Harry's uncle, Vernon, peering down on him like a vulture.
Things had changed since his last stay at the Dursley's during his fourth year to fifth year summer vacation from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His aunt, uncle, and cousin were really beating him up this time. They made him cook them breakfast; wash their clothes and their cars, clean up after his cousin Dudley twice a day, serve them supper like a waiter and much more. Uncle Vernon had recently been in a car accident and has been off of work for the past seven weeks with a broken arm. Vernon then began pushing him harder and harder to work and beat him if he didn't or did something wrong.
The day his uncle got home from the hospital, his aunt Petunia took his wand and hid it in a place that not even Dudley would be able to find. Harry spent his late nights doing his summer homework for Hogwarts. He had a paper due in Potions on doxy-fairy serum, he had to figure out how to transform a quill into a small egg, and he had to do a small, simple worksheet on boggarts. Without his wand, it was impossible to do the Transfiguration homework. He hoped that the Weasleys, the Order, or even Dumbledore or McGonnagall would come and rescue him from this suburban prison.
The next day, Harry woke early to write a little more in his paper and then head down to make Uncle Vernon's breakfast sooner than normal. After he made the French toast, eggs, and bacon, he headed upstairs to his aunt and uncle's room where only his uncle was present. As Harry walked in, Vernon glared at him with hatred.
"He you are Uncle Vernon," Harry said, handing the plate to his uncle with shaky hands. He was afraid that a hand would be forced across his face, leaving a black and blue mark like two weeks ago when he made the bacon to crispy. Surprisingly, Vernon took the plate without a word and shewed him from the room.
He walked downstairs to find no one. His aunt and cousin had left early for a conference with Dudley's summer school teacher. Harry walked into the kitchen and began cleaning out the dishes he had made Vernon's meal in. While cleaning the dishes, he was looking around the room in boredom, until his eyes settled on the wine rack by the French doors to the backyard. He put down the frying pan, dried his hands, and walked over to it. 'Oh my god!' he thought. He picked up the wine bottle that was near empty. The plastic covering on the top of the bottle had been taped down. Within the bottle was his wand. He sighed in relief that they had not thrown it out or destroyed it.
The door behind him from the garage opened and in walked his Aunt Petunia and his cousin, Dudley. Harry quickly jumped away from the wine racked as if he never saw his wand. His aunt glared at him for a moment, taking shots at the wine bottle.
"Dudley, dear, take this report card up to your father," she told her son. He dropped his head and slowly began dragging himself upstairs. "And what are you doing?" she asked Harry fearsomely.
"I . . . uh . . .was cleaning the dishes and saw a spider so I killed it because I know how much you hate them," Harry lied.
"Very well," she said suspiciously. She turned on her heal and began walking out of the room and began to make her way upstairs.
Harry looked at his wand once more. 'Soon,' he thought. Soon he would be back at Hogwarts with all his friends. He walked over to the counter and grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and began writing a letter to one of his friends.
Hermione,
I don't think I can take staying here anymore. I need to leave some how but no one has come to pick me up or rescue me. Please help me. I can't take it anymore.
Harry
He checked by the stairway and made sure no one would watch him exit the house. Hedwig had made herself a small next in the tree in the backyard. Harry's uncle had his aunt put bricks on his windows so he would not be able to escape or send letters. Hedwig ruffled her feathers as he approached her with a letter. She seemed so eager to go deliver something for him.
She picked up the letter with her beak.
"Take this to Hermione, Hedwig," he said, "and please make it fast. I know you don't want to stay here much longer either." She made a quick bow that resembled a nod and soared into the sky and soon she was out of sight.
"POTTER!" yelled the voice of Dudley from inside the house. He rushed into the house and up the stairs into Dudley's bedroom. Dudley was standing, looking out the window with his backpack leaning on his leg.
"Yes?" Harry said.
"Close the door!" Dudley shouted. Harry did as he was told and closed the door. "Mother and father are punishing me for my bad grades in summer class. They grounded me until my homework is done. But I'll still be having fun while being grounded because you will write the essay on the story we are reading."
Harry didn't argue. He simply frowned and dragged himself over to the wooden desk and sat down. If he hadn't Dudley would have beaten him up. Dudley is a lot tougher than he if and so big, Dudley could just sit on top of him and win. Dudley crossed his arms as Harry began reading segments of the books and began writing on a loose-leaf piece of paper.
"That's what I thought. If mother or father come in and ask what you are doing, you are alphabetizing my video game inventory list," Dudley said roughly, "Which you will have to do after you are done." Harry ignored him and soon Dudley left the room.
Later that night, Harry had been making his relatives their supper when Hedwig had made an echoing hoot from her nest in the backyard. When Harry noticed and checked if it was okay to leave the house to get some fresh air, he walked outside to see her. In her beak was an envelope with his name scribbled on it. Harry grabbed it from her and quickly tore it open.
Dear Harry,
I'm sorry you are having a horrible time. Dumbledore told me that if you wanted to leave I should tell you that he set up five port keys out by the park behind one of the benches. Each one will take you somewhere like the Leaky Cauldron, or the Burrow, or some place safe. Only two weeks till Hogwarts. See you soon.
Much Love,
Hermione
Harry placed the envelope in his back pocket and began walking back to the house. 'Port keys in the park? Why couldn't they have told me that more towards the beginning of the summer vacation,' Harry thought.
"Boy!" Uncle Vernon shouted as he walked in the door. Vernon slapped him hard across the face. Uncle Vernon was now looking down at a sixteen-year-old wizard with a giant red mark on the left side of his face in the shape of a hand. "I told you to never associate with that bloody pigeon! There will be no supper for you tonight."
Harry's face was now a red with rage. He pushed his uncle back onto the dinner table and rushed for his wand in the bottle. The weight of his uncle caused the wooden table to be crushed to the ground. Aunt Petunia and Dudley came screaming in right when they heard the noise. Harry picked up the half empty bottle and threw it to the floor. He then picked up his wand in the area of the broken glass.
"I'm SICK of this!" Harry shouted at them, raising his voice. He raised his wand at them. "All summer its Harry do this, Harry do that. I'm not bloody Cinderella!"
"Don't even think about it boy. Your not allowed to do magic outside of school," Petunia explained.
"Wrong! I got my Certificate of Magic Freedom in the mail the other day. It allows me to do magic outside of school," he said quickly. It was true. Hedwig had brought him a letter the other day with the certificate inside. Once you become a sixth year student at Hogwarts you get this certificate.
"Now, I'm going upstairs to my room and packing up my stuff and I'm leaving! You can make yourselves your own damn dinner for once!" Harry screamed. He quickly ran up to his room with roaring rage in him. His aunt and uncle came up after him yelling and began pounding on his locked bedroom door.
Harry pulled out his trunk from under the bed and began shrinking large items and stuffing them into it. Hedwig's cage, his schoolbooks, even his bed went into it. He didn't want to leave anything because he planned on never returning to number 4 no matter what Dumbledore says.
He locked his trunk and began hulling it towards the doorway. It seemed much lighter now that he shrunk many of the items it carried.
"Lumos," he said softly and the tip of his wand lit. He slowly turned the lock on the door and opened it. Harry shined the light of his wand at his aunt and uncle. They slowly moved back covering their eyes and screaming as if Harry were to have cast one of the unforgivable curses at them.
Harry rushed downstairs and opened the door to the dark night and ran out into it. He was at the end of the neighbors driveway when he noticed his aunt, uncle, and cousin were chasing after him.
"Get back here Potter!" Vernon shouted, "Your never going back to that school!" Harry turned around.
"Flipendo," Harry shouted. A small glowing light was shot at his uncle causing him to jump out of the way.
He had reached the park. Looking around at the many benches, Harry wondered which one it was. 'Five items,' he thought as he began circling the park with his relatives close behind. He had checked under the first and second benches and all he found was gum. The third one was clean as well as the forth and fifth. He arrived at the sixth and noticed a tissue, a scrap of paper, a banana peal, some gum, an old toothbrush, and an empty soda can.
The thought for a second on which one he should pick. None of them gave off a clue of where he would end up going. He looked behind him and noticed his family rushing close, passing the jungle gym.
Without thinking, he picked up the soda can. He began to count down as his cousin attacked him from behind. They were rolling around on the ground, throwing punches at each other here and there.
"GET OFF OF ME!" Harry shouted.
"THERE IS NO WAY YOU ARE LEAVING, POTTER!" his uncle screamed. Harry pointed his wand at his cousin.
"EXPELIAMUS!" he shouted. Even though his cousin didn't have a wand in his hand, he was shot back a great distance giving Harry time to get up and grab his weightless trunk. His uncle was growing close to him.
"Three . . . Two . . . One . . ." Harry shouted. A sphere of color and light began to form around him. He could see barely see his family backing up from it as he began zoom forward like on a very fast roller coaster.
Harry blinked once and noticed that he was no longer in the park and the glowing shield around him was now gone. He was on a very quiet and unfamiliar street, in front of a large house. He looked around. He was expecting to go to the Burrow. 'Where am I?' he thought.
He looked up at the street sign. 'Rosenfield?' Just then, an owl land on his trunk and he jumped back!
"Hedwig!" he said picking up the large owl, "Where are we." She spread her wings and began flying towards the large house in front of him, landing on the railing of the front porch. He understood the signal and quickly walked up to the door of the house and rung then glowing doorbell.
He looked back at Hedwig who took a quick bow. The door opened to reveal a short girl with long dirty blonde hair.
"HARRY!" the girl said.
It was Hermione.
"Hermione!" he said back. He leaned in and hugged her tight. "Where are we?" he asked quickly.
"This is my home," she said.
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