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Author's Note: I started typing this chapter up but something happened with my computer and I couldn't find the file. Sorry I took so long to update. Unfortunately I did not win president of honor society or vice president of band. Maybe I'll pull an Abraham Lincoln. For my wonderful U.K. friends I will give you a brief history lesson. Abraham Lincoln ran for senator several times but he never won. Then he ran for president and won. He had never won an election before. Well there now you are a bit smarter. This chapter was originally so long that I decided to split it into two parts. The next part will have a ton of action though. Oh and I did something really stupid that is slowing down my typing even more. I was in technology and I accidentally put my finger in hot glue. Like it was straight out of the hot glue gun. It burned the skin on my pointer finger and I have a major blister. I did this on Thursday and my finger is still really swollen. Yesterday I had review class for the High School Placement Test. Any way I've been busy and you get the picture. Now onto the story.
Questionable Source # 1Harry's friends had left the previous evening. Luckily Dudley and Uncle Vernon had been at a boxing competition all afternoon. Harry's friends had stayed for dinner.
His friends had a great laugh at his expense when he donned an apron to cook. Harry had shooed his Aunt out of the kitchen and set to work.
Harry's friends had sat all over the kitchen watching him work. With much prodding they left to set the numerous tables. Fred and George conjured several tables to hold everyone.
Harry wound up getting the last laugh. The food was excellent. The twins had approached the food with extreme caution. But by the end of the meal they had declared that if they ever opened a restaurant, they were hiring Harry as head chef.
The events of the previous evening still brought a smile to Harry's face. He could almost feel the warmth that his friends had emanated. His pleasant recollection was interrupted by Vernon's bellowing. Harry pushed himself heavily off his bed, and thudded down the stairs.
Once Harry was finished cleaning up breakfast he returned to his room. Sitting on his bed was one owl and a letter. One letter bore the Hogwarts crest. That owl left as soon as it was relieved of its burden. The second letter was non-descript and gave no clues to its author. The envelope was blank except for Harry's name written in elegant silver script. Harry placed the envelope on his bed with caution. CONSTANT VILIGANCE echoing in his ears. One couldn't be too careful.
He opened the Hogwarts letter first. He dumped out the contents. There were several pieces of parchment, and a badge.
The badge was for Head Boy. He fingered the HB on the badge gingerly. He was Head Boy. Just like my father. Neither of them had been prefects, but both wound up being Head Boy. "I'm Head Boy," he whispered in slight disbelief. He looked up at the ceiling. Almost as though he could see through it. "Are you proud of me?" he asked his voice barely audible. His question was met by silence. But that was all one could expect.
He picked up his Hogwarts letter. The first page contained the usual; term begins on September 1st. The second page was his supply list. He needed a few new potion ingredients, some new robes, and a couple of books. Nothing new there. The last page was his Head Boy letter.
Mr. Potter,
Congratulations, you have been chosen as Head Boy. You are to report to the Head Compartment on the train. There you will find your instructions. After you give the prefects their instructions, you are free to do what ever you please (so long as it isn't against any school rules). Periodically patrol the corridors. Again, my congratulations. Best of luck.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Head Mistress of Hogwarts
Harry put the Head Boy letters aside. He picked up the other letter with great trepidation. The envelope told him nothing and it irked him. He hadn't even seen the owl that delivered it.
Harry Potter,
I am writing to you for several reasons. Many of which may confuse you. First I feel that I must be straightforward with you. I am a Deatheater. Before you crumple up this letter hear me out. Joining him was a mistake. I would like to say that it really wasn't my choice, but indeed it was. Now I'm in too deep to get out on my own.Since I am sure you do not trust me, (I would think you incredibly stupid if you did), I will prove to you that I honestly want to serve the light. Well perhaps I do not wish to serve the light, I would rather prefer to serve no one. But I do promise to stand by you, perhaps no in the literal sense. At the moment that is quite impossible. I do admit that I have done terrible things, terrible indeed. Anyhow, to prove myself. That is rather difficult so I shall give you some very useful information, and you can do as you see fit.
There is an attack planned on the muggle Prime Minister, and Kingsley Shacklebolt. Currently he is one of the Minister's secretaries, but he is also an auror. The Dark Lord plans on scaring the muggles, and upsetting the Ministry of Magic. He knows that the Wizarding World will begin to worry about their Minister's safety.
The attack will take place tomorrow, July 31, at 1:00pm. I am not positive of the number of Deatheaters. My guess is anywhere from 6-8. I am not positive of the number, so please forgive me in advance if I am wrong. Please handle the situation as you see fit. Best of Luck. Note: this letter will self-destruct once you finish it.
Secrecy and Mistrust Killed the Snake,
But Courage and Loyalty have yet to Kill the Lion.
Remember Always Brethren
Serpent's Loyalty
The letter burst into flames. The silver inky words were imprinted in his brain. He looked at the clock, 1:00pm. He had exactly 24 hours to save Kingsley and the Prime Minister.
Harry quickly thudded down the stairs. He needed to find out where the Prime Minister's Office was. He couldn't ask his friends for help. If this was a hoax he wasn't going to embarrass himself. "Aunt Petunia do you know where the Prime Minister's Office is?"
"Yes, why?" Harry thought quickly. "I'm meeting a few friends there tomorrow."
"I was thinking of heading out that way soon. Would you like a lift? What time do you need to be there by?"
"Sure, 11:00am."
"Ok, we'll leave around 9:30am."
"Aunt Petunia, can I ask you something?"
"I suppose."
"Why have you been so nice to me recently, I mean I don't mind? You just seem a little out of character if you know what I mean?"
"I suppose it's because I well took that Dumbledore fellow's words to heart. Last night you reminded me so much of Lily. Her friends would always be stopping by. And I know that a lot has happened in your life in the past couple of years, I don't know what though. You seem so proud, yet so sad, and mature. It's almost as if you've seen too much. You are still a boy, but you seem to carry a man's burdens. Your birthday may be tomorrow, but you still have a lot of growing up to do." Harry stared at her incredulously. "What is it really that surprising that I know when your birthday is?"
"Why did you always act like you hated me?"
"Because every time I stared into your eyes, it was like I was seeing Lily all over again. She always got everything. She was special, she was unique, she was beautiful. Then there was me. She always tried so hard to include me, but eventually I started to push her, and everybody else away. She got to escape to a wonderful place. And there I was stuck. Stuck in a moment that I couldn't get out of. I still can't get out of it. When Lily was 11, and I was 13, our brother died. He was just 15 at the time. He was killed by a drunk driver. Lily never drank because of it. She got to leave the house full of memories, and our depressed parents. I didn't, and so I fell into depression, and grew bitter." She started to cry. Harry awkwardly hugged her gently. "His name was Harry. That was another reason that I hated you. You bore my beloved brother's name. He was proud, so very proud. He was excellent with his hands. Always fixing things, he was. He had a wicked sense of humor, and loved to play pranks. In the long run, I think that's what attracted her to James. I hated James for being like our brother, and I hated Lily for finding someone like Harry. At first she hated James, it was painful for her to have some one remind her so strongly of him. In many ways Harry was her best friend. A part of her died with him that night, but another part of her became stronger. She used to say "The things that do not break us, make us stronger." She was right, as always it seems. He also had a scar, except his was across his left eyelid all the way past his eyebrow. He got it saving Lily from a rockslide. We were at Roebling Peak, Lily was just 9 at the time. He never thought twice when it came to saving people. He was a great person. I'm sure you'd be very close if he was still alive." She wiped the last few stray tears from her eyes. " Well now you know. I only hope that one day you will find it in your heart to forgive me." Harry broke the embrace and nodded.
He went up to his room. His mind was saturated, but he still had a rescue mission to plan. Everything had to be done carefully. The Prime Minister must know about magic. Harry was sure of it.
Author's Note: I hope this resolves the Petunia being out of character thing. I kind of made it up as I was typing this chapter so if it sucks I'm sorry. Well read and review please. I love to hear from you. I hit 25 reviews, and I'm totally so happy. Thanx to everyone who reviewed. I love you guys. Peanut butter cookies for everyone. And if you're allergic to Peanut butter then you can have a Hershey's bar. And if you're allergic to chocolate you can have a red sucker. And if you can't have red dye, or shouldn't have sugar then that's just too bad. You must excuse the ramblings of an insane author. REVIEW. PPPPPPPPLLLLEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSSEEE. Come on I said the magic word. Oh you refuse do you; well now you've forced me to say the magic words. AVADA KEDAVRA. :cough, cough: I'm okay, really.
