Harry Potter and the Superlative Ability
By FrighteningShadow
Disclaimer: I don't own it, suckah.
Oooh, guess what? My birthday totally sucked. So here's a chapter for you all!
The evil plan is...SOMETHING I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHA!
Anyone want to beta this story!
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Harry stepped downstairs and noticed movement in the kitchen. Like a cat, he slid behind the counter and watched the person. Oh gods, it's Dumbledore! I got a panic attack because of Dumbledore! He got up and tapped Dumbledore lightly on the shoulder. The old wizard smiled at Harry and motioned for him to sit down.
"Something on your mind, dear boy?" he questioned intently. Harry sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"Yes sir. You know how I get visions from Voldemort, right?"
"Of course," Dumbledore replied, concerned.
"Yeah, um, I had another one. Voldemort's got a plan ready, and he said- he said, 'Potter won't suspect a thing.'"
The old man's eyes stopped twinkling, and he ran a hand over his face.
"Did he say anything else?"
Harry shook his head. "No. Just what I told you. Snape doesn't know about it either. It's just his inner inner circle."
Dumbledore nodded slowly. "Thank you Harry."
"Anytime."
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At Number Four, Privet Drive, it was chaos. Eight black, masked figures were shooting the Killing curse everywhere. Petunia, Vernon and Dudley Dursley were on the floor, already dead. A skull with a massive snake shooting through it's mouth was in the sky, a sickly green glow radiating from it.
"Mission accomplished," Lucius Malfoy's voice echoed through the night air. Bellatrix cackled.
"Poowr Potty doesn't have a pwace to gwo!" she laughed. They apparated back to headquarters to be rewarded by their master.
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As the day went on, Harry and the other Weasleys played Quidditch. Charlie and Bill were there today, and had free time, so the only Weasley not there was Percy. And most of them had already booted him out of the family. Seeing as how they didn't have enough members for 2 teams, they simply had to fly around trying to avoid the charmed oranges (bludgers) and try to catch a pear to throw into a hovering basket. There were no teams- it was simply a game of throwing pears.
Fred and George were by far the best at the game. Harry, Bill and Charlie were the worst, and they weren't too happy about it. The twins had so far gotten nineteen pears into the goals, each. Harry, Bill and Charlie collected about twelve added up between the three.
He was about to make a goal when Mrs. Weasley called them in for lunch. They groaned and headed to the shed to take off their gear.
"Nineteen goals! Can you believe it, Forge?" Fred boasted.
"Absolutely not, Gred."
"Outstanding."
"Marvolous."
"Impressive."
"Wicked."
"Boys! Your lunch is getting cold!"Molly Weasley's scolding voice cut through the courtyard. The boys quickly ran inside.
The whole Order was assembled around the expanded table, giving Harry sad and worried looks as he sat down. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Kingley came through the door looking sad and hopeless. He turned to face Harry.
"I'm sorry, kid. We couldn't save 'em." He sank into a chair and Harry became nervous. Everyone else went quiet.
"W-who couldn't you save, Kingsley?" Harry questioned, dread sinking into his stomach.
The auror looked suprised and Dumbledore entered the kitchen. He apparently had heard the conversation. The old wizard sighed and pulled up a chair next to Kingsley.
"Voldemort's inner innercircle, as you said, planned to kill the Dursleys, and succeeded."
Harry stared at him with disbelief, his mind numb with shock. The Dursleys, dead? That'd make him an orphan...
"Excuse me," he said throatily and ran up to his room, all his emotions bursting over the edge.
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Hey, I made this a little longer than usual. Sorry if it's not what you wanted to happen, but this is my story, so yeah.