A pledge to my readers...if there are any...anyway. I promise that there will be NO MARY SUES in this book. I have Ventured out into fanfiction hoping to create something that I cannot find. A fanfiction that ACTUALLY CONTINUES the book series. Yes there will be new characters (as there is in every HP book) but I promise you that J.K. Rowling would approve. Please enjoy!
-Nefertiti Membarak
Harry Potter and the Descendent of Time
Chapter 1
Bill's Arrival
The clock ticked as the dry wind blew against the window. Hedwig rattled in her cage to be set free. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, got up from his bed. He opened her cage, then opened the window. She flew, soaring past his face, creating a soft breeze. It was hotter than last summer. Any morsel of cool air was to be found anywhere in the house but his room.
Harry peered out of the window, looking for a sign of life. Everything was quiet on Privet Drive. He left his window open and returned to his bed. He laid fully clothed on top of the covers. His shaggy black hair fell out of his eyes, to reveal his lightning bolt scar that was given to him fifteen years ago.
His birthday had come and gone, making him sixteen years old. It hadn't gone quickly, but slowly. Days seemed to go by slower than ever.
Harry emptied his mind of everything except for that last scene at Platform 9 and 3/4. Mad-Eye Moody with his bolder hat covering his magical eye, Tonk's bubble-gum pink hair, Lupin's smiling face, Hermione, the Weasley Family...
He received continuos letters from all of them, just as they promised.
He was also receiving the Daily Prophet. It was constantly giving the wizarding world tips on how to be safe against Voldemort. He usually just tossed it aside. He'd become so sick of it all. What he had already known for a year was just surfacing. And as hard as Harry tried not to think of it, everything in the Daily Prophet constantly reminded him of what Dumbledore had told him the night Sirius had...
He still wouldn't admit it to himself. And even though everyone would constantly try to convince him that it was not his fault, he still knew it was. If he could just change it all...he would. Ron and Hermione were always there to support him through everything. He wouldn't know what he would do if one of them had to suffer at his expense, or anybody else for that matter.
Someone pounded at his door. Harry got up, but before he could reach the knob, it swung open. Uncle Vernon's disturbed face met him.
"Someone is on the phone to speak with you," he said in disgust. "No more than five minutes."
It was amazing the restraint Uncle Vernon held on himself. Harry knew that he would rip the phone out of the wall if it meant that anyone Harry knew would never call again.
Harry walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Aunt Petunia was washing dishes, and shook her head as he walked into the room. Harry picked up the phone, expecting it to be Hermione (since she was the only one who actually knew how to use a phone).
"Hello," said Harry, turning his back to Aunt Petunia.
"Harry!" Hermione's voice rang through the phone. "Did you get them yet?"
"What?" Harry asked.
"Your O.W.L.S," she replied. "I got Outstanding in everything! Even Arithmacy! Oh Harry, I can't believe it!"
"That's great," Harry said, trying to act surprised. Even though he already knew she would.
"I just had to tell you, and I knew this would be the quickest way," she said, with excitement. "But I'll let you go. Yours should be coming any second."
"Alright," he said. "Bye then."
He hung the phone, and turned to walk up stairs just as Uncle Vernon walked in to the kitchen.
"They're not going to call again, are they?" he said, taking a seat at the kitchen table, not bothering to look at him.
"Why should it matter?" said Harry, not stopping in his step. He tried to keep his conversation as simple as possible with the Dursleys, and that wasn't very hard. Seeing as they never cared to talk to him in the first place.
As Harry began to walk upstairs, Dudley was walking down them. Every step creaked under his heavy weight.
"Who was that?" he said in a rude manner. "One of your boyfriends calling?"
Dudley pushed Harry out of the way, and against the wall. Harry didn't even bother to look at him, but kept on walking once he had passed. As Harry had reached the door to his room, he heard a loud crash come from downstairs. He peered down the staircase. Dudley had apparently stepped to hard on the last step (That or it could no longer take his weight), causing it to break. Aunt Petunia ran to him trying to help him out, but they were having a hard time trying to get his enormous foot out. Harry tried to suppress a laugh as he entered his room.
As he shut the door behind him, Harry eyes immediately looked to the window expecting to see an owl perched. But there was nothing. He walked over to the window and stared into the night sky. But again, there was nothing.
Harry searched the sky for a few minutes, but then walked back over to his bed. He laid down as he did before Uncle Vernon had knocked on the door.
He had actually completely forgot about the O.W.L.S. But now he found himself eager to know.
Harry's eyelids began to droop. He hadn't gotten much sleep the past few days. He tried to keep them open, but they continued to fall shut...
Harry sat up in his bed, cold sweat running down his face. He had dreamt something...but he couldn't remember. He looked around to see what had woken him up.
Pig was flying around his bed. Harry caught him in his hands, the small piece of parchment he was carrying came loose and fell into Harry's lap.
Sorry, I had to send pig. He was going crazy, I had to get him out of the house. Did you get your O.W.L.S? I got an 'O' on Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, and Dark Arts. Certainly shocked me. I got and 'E' on Transfiguration, also shocking. I got and 'A' on everything else except for Potions and Divination. I'd rather not talk about them two. We are still waiting on Dumbledore to give the ok. We'll have you over here soon, mate. I promise.
-Ron
Harry folded up his letter and placed it in his trunk. Everything was in his trunk. Ready for whenever he could leave. Pig continued to fly around his head, then flew strait out the window.
He'd wait till Hedwig came back to write Ron back. He looked at the window. Why hadn't he gotten his O.W.L.S yet?
There was a loud thump by Harry's door. He turned to look.
"Bill?"
It gets better, trust me!