A/N This is my first fanfic, and there will be many different stories all intertwined that fit together eventually.
Disclaimer: To the lawyers of the world, I don't own anything, it all belongs to J.K. Rowling, bless her, and E.L. Konigsburg (I don't know If I spelled it right), for the idea of intertwining stories. And to my parents, who without them, I wouldn't be sitting here.
Beginnings
A tall, messy-haired boy sits by the window, watching the clock. Come on, come on! He silently thinks. All at once, the alarm clock beeps. Itching to try out his new powers, he walks into the sleeping Dudley's room and mutters "Labiosus,"and to his great delight, Dudley's lips begin to swell to huge proportions. No letter from the Ministry, yet. He walks back into his room, and starts to pack. He suddenly realizes that he doesn't have to do this manually, so the boy quickly mutters an incantation, and the room starts packing itself.
Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the Boy who Lived, was staring out the window now, wishing the Order would get here sooner. Suddenly, in a Pop! A woman appears, materializing out of thin air, as wizards and witches do. Harry, because he had never seen the woman in his life, raised his wand.
The woman was wearing a dark cape, with a black veil concealing her face. Power somehow coursed through her veins, dark magic. Strong magic.
"Do not do anything. I have come here to retrieve you." The woman in black said.
"How do I know I can trust you? How do I know that you aren't working for Voldemort?" the boy spat, being careful not to wake his sleeping relatives.
The woman held out a large feather, being very careful not to drop it.
"Buckbeak?" she said.
"Yes." He sighed.
"Now will you come with me?"
"I guess. But I still don't trust you. There's just one more thing I have to do before I come."
"And what's that?"
"You'll see" He replied, with the smallest grin.
Harry crept into the sleeping Dursley's room and pointing his wand at them, whispered, "Concutio." Suddenly the sleeping Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were shaking and a loud air horn blast resounded over and over throughout the room.
"I'll g-get you f-for th-this b-b-boy!" stuttered/yelled uncle Vernon
"Mummy? What's happening?" asked Dudley coming into the room.
"Dudders! What's happened to your lips?" shrieked Aunt Petunia.
Dudley suddenly realized about his lips and started screaming his blasted head off.
"All done?" The woman in black said.
"Yeah" he curtly replied
