HARRY POTTER AND A DISASTER IN THE MAKING

By Jade Magic

Chapter one: memories never fade

The boy strode down the street looking blankly at his shoes. After all that had happened last year they had sent him back. They had left him to brood, to think about nothing but his mistakes! He had nothing to take his mind off his rushed decisions… nothing. The boy looked up from his feet, he had heard the tell tale 'pop' of someone apperating. His hand unconsciously moved towards his wand that was hidden the in the seam of his baggy jeans that were four sizes to large.
He stopped himself with a sigh; it was probably just another member of the order, another baby sitter changing watch. He ground his teeth together in frustration, he was turning sixteen in two days, he would be officially an adult by law, why did the order have to keep baby sitting him? But he knew the answer; it was because he was Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. He had a destiny to for fill; he had to save the DAMN world! He kicked a stone by his foot in anger, why can't I be normal! He inwardly fumed as he sat on the gutter. Head drooped he thought: Why do I always have to save the day, I always have to help someone, come to the rescue… he once again saw Sirius's surprised expression as he fell through the veil…NO he thought firmly I won't go through that memory again.
A cold wind blew his black hair around his face, he shivered in the sudden chill, and his threadbare clothes blew around his thin frame. Harry got slowly to his feet and made his way back to number four Privet drive, he opened the front door silently and crept up the stairs to his room. Hedwig hooted in greeting as he opened the door. He turned to see her on the windowsill; a letter wrapped tightly to her leg.
"Who's that from?" he asked as she held out her led impatiently. He unfolded the parchment and looked at the handwriting inside. He recognised it instantly as Ron's untidy scrawl.
Harry,
How are you? I just asked Mum about you coming over and she said YES! You came come for the rest of the summer, but an order member has to come as well but at least you can come right? Send an answer as soon as you can and well come and pick you up. Hermione is coming too-
Harry snickered, when would they realised they liked each other more then friends?
–and Happy birthday for Wednesday
Ron.
Harry patted Hedwig in thanks and rushed down the stairs. Yes! Maybe I can get my mind off… things now he thought as he called "Uncle Vernon?", he heard a muffled grunt from the lounge room and made his way there. Vernon Dursley was slumped in front of the TV in the comfiest chair in the room.
"What?" he asked without taking his eyes from the television screen.
"Err… can I go to my friends house for the rest of the summer?" he asked planning to go whatever the answer was.
"I'm not driving you half way over England" he muttered,
"So I can go?" Harry asked just to make sure, Uncle Vernon turned from the television screen, a scowl in place,
"What does it sound like? And it'll be good to get you out of the house" he growled, Harry stood there staring, did he just say something remotely considerate to him or…
" You and all your moping! It's driving me up the wall!" apparently not…
"You won't have to take me anywhere. They're going to pick me up" Harry said and Uncle Vernon's face paled. Harry guessed he was remembering the last time the Weasley's had picked him up. Vernon gulped audibly and said
"The Wheezer's? The bunch of red heads?"
"The Weasley's," Harry corrected, a vein in Vernon's neck bulged,
"Thank you" Harry said quickly before dashing out of the room and back upstairs.
As soon as the door was closed behind him, Harry sat down at his desk and began to write a reply.
Ron
I'm allowed to come, but I don't think you should Floo here. The Dursleys still remember what happened last time…I'll be ready tomorrow,
See you then
Harry
Harry re read the letter before tying it to Hedwig's leg
"It's for Ron, and stay there once you arrive, I'll be there soon" he said and she gave his hand an affectionate nip before she flew out the window. Harry watched as she flew out of sight before he collapsed on his bed.
Harry stared blankly at the ceiling; he would be at the Burrow tomorrow. He'd be able to escape the memories, the Dursleys too. A Small smile crept onto his face, no Dursleys, no scowls every time he entered the room, no more weeding… Harry shuddered at the thought of more weeding, he'd been forced to do it all summer. Every. Stinking. DAY!
Before he knew it his eyes fluttered shut and he began to dream…

He looked around himself slowly, taking in the scene around him, he was at Hogwarts; but it was in flames…As he watched students ran screaming from the burning castle, looks of utter terror and confusion on their faces. Harry was in the grounds before the school, he heard an ominous rumble and looked up to see one of Hogwarts towers crumble and fall to the ground. The sky was stained crimson as flames licked the heavens.
"How?" he whispered, looking on in horror as the one place he could call home was slowly destroyed. He closed his eyes trying to block out the images, but the flames were etched into his eyes. Harry heard a yell above all the other noise, a voice belonging to someone he knew well…himself.
Harry's eyes flew open and he began searching the crowd, looking for his familiar messy black hair. He found himself quickly; he was the only person not running away from the burning school. He saw himself pushing others out of his way as he fought his way through the terror-crazed crowd. Ron's red hair was bobbing behind Harry's dream self, Harry watched as Ron and he struggled to the side of the mass of running students.
"Where is she!" Ron demanded as he scanned the crowd, Harry saw himself do the same "She's not here" he heard himself say. Ron visibly paled, his freckles standing out more then usual; he slowly turned to the castle, eyes wide in fear.
"She…no, Harry!" Ron said in panic as looked at Hogwarts and all its flames. Harry's dream self turned to the castle too, a determined look set on his face. Without a word his dream self ran towards the burning school.
"HARRY! ARE YOU MAD!" Ron yelled after him, another area of the castle collapsed in flames and Ron began to shake, "Hold on Hermione" he whispered fiercely as he ran after Harry's dream self.
Harry stood there watching his dream self dash through the burning oak door and disappear into the schools smoky depth. A blood chilling roar rippled throw the chaos, every single student stopped screaming and running.
Harry turned in surprise as he heard another familiar voice stutter
"What was that?" in a fearful voice. It was Neville; he stood close to Dean Thomas who supported a large slash across his cheek that slowly dripped blood onto his ash covered robs. Dean shook his head, and slowly raised his hand; pointing to the sky above Hogwarts. Harry turned his gaze to the crimson sky and stumbled back in shock, a black dragon hovered above the burning castle.
Its giant black wings pumped silently, green flames erupted from its mouth and in the brief moment of light Harry made out a lone-cloaked figure illuminated on its back. Pain erupted in Harry's scar, he fell to his knees as his vision blurred, but through the mist he saw the dragon once again create a plume of emerald fire and a high-pitched voice echoed around the silence "I have won… I HAVE FINALLY WON!" as the words were spoken a pain compared to nothing in his life flared and Harry fell into unconsciousness…

Harry sat up panting, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. He gulped painfully. That was … creepy he thought as he got to his feet. The luminous hands on his clock said it was midnight. One day till my birthday he thought dryly as he took his glasses off and straightened them as much as he could. He looked around his room and sighed, it was definitely time to clean it up.
His clothes were littered around the floor, draped over his bed head and basically left were ever they fell. His schoolbooks were stacked precariously on the corner of his desk, which was littered with parchment and his unfinished homework. Hedwig's cage was beginning to smell and the bed hadn't been made since he arrived back from Hogwarts. Hogwarts… his thoughts drifted back to his dream had the pain in his scar been real or just in his dream? He wondered as he touched his scar lightly. It didn't feel any different, so he shrugged and began to clean up his room.

He he, that's it for now. But there's more to come. Please email me, I'd LOVE to hear your ideas and input.

/Jade Magic