Harry Potter and the curse of the Avada Kedavra
Chapter 1
Harry woke up, sweat glistening on his brow. Man, his scar was hurting. Ow! He thought. This is not good. He was in his bed at 4, Privet Drive, waiting for an owl from Ron. His scar was hurting still. He's happy. Voldemort's happy. All of a sudden, a creak sounded from the stairs. Harry stiffened. And another, quicker and quicker until it reached the top of the stairs. Thumps began to cross the landing. The door flew open, and a man stepped in. He had grey skin, with bright, gleaming red eyes.
"Avada Ked…"
"Harry, mate, are you ok?" His friend, Ron, was looking at him anxiously.
"Yeah, yeah, just had a bit of a weird dream," Harry replied quickly.
"You sure did." Harry looked up and saw Hermione, his other best friend by his bed. "You alright?" Harry nodded in reply.
"Breakfast's ready!" called a voice from downstairs. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Best get going," he said and opened the door. Harry and Hermione followed.
"Harry!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed, "You look so thin, dear, what do they feed you at home?" Ron saved the day,
"Mum, the toast's burning!" Mrs Weasley spun round and viciously pointed her wand at the toaster. It let out a sigh and then spat out the toast, which by now was all black. Suddenly the door opened, and Ron's small, redheaded sister burst in. She stopped when she saw Harry. Harry grinned at Ginny. She grinned back. Harry suddenly knew he shouldn't have stopped going out with her. Ginny sat down next to Harry. Harry put his hand on her knee under the table. She understood. Mrs Weasley put scrambled egg, bacon, sausages and so many other things that Harry didn't know what they were. When they had finished, Mrs Weasley decided that they should degnome the garden. From Harry's previous experience, it had not been pleasant. So, tactfully, first looking at Ron, Harry told Mrs Weasley that they had better tidy their rooms.
"Splendid idea!" came a voice from the door. Everyone looked round. Mr Weasley stood in the door, grinning. "Harry! So glad to see you once again! Molly, we'll tackle the gnomes, dear. Boys, and Ginny go and pack your trunks, we'll be off soon to stay in the Leaky Cauldron to get your new books in Diagon Alley. We will be travelling by Floo powder." Mr Weasley came fully into the kitchen and opened the back door. He jumped down into the garden and set off for the nearest hedge. Mrs Weasley looked at Ron and narrowed her eyes.
"I'll get you back for this," she said raising her wand, "Crucio!" she bellowed. Ron ducked. Suddenly, Death Eaters seemed to come from all around them. Ron and Harry raced to the door, grabbing Ginny. They ran out of the door and suddenly cracks sounded all around them. They were trapped.
"Thought you'd escaped, huh?" asked one of the Death Eaters.
"Yeah, and we're going to aswell!" two familiar voices said as two loud cracks sounded. Harry's heart was racing. Fred and George! A hand grabbed at his wrist and suddenly, that familiar sensation of whirling and squashing began. Harry suddenly realised where they were as their feet landed on hard ground.
"Pack all you can, and quickly, grab your broomsticks, and let's go!" Whispered George. Harry found himself simply closing and locking his trunk, he had nothing to pack, and he'd only been at The Burrow a night, and already things were going wrong. They raced into Ginny's bedroom, where Hermione was already packing her and Ginny's things. Ginny raced in, and grabbed her broom.
"It's ok, we'll apparate with your stuff to Diagon Alley, you can go by Floo powder, and we'll see you there. Come to the Leaky Cauldron. We'll meet you there." Fred gave them each a pinch of Floo powder out of his pocket. "See you in a minute." Harry stepped into the fire.
"Diagon Alley!" he shouted and was immediately sucked up in the roaring, hurtful whirling.
Light showed and Harry fell into the grate in Diagon Alley. He picked himself up, and brushed the soot of himself. He looked around him. Oh, this was ok; he'd got to Flourish and Blotts this time. He quickly moved out of the way as a shower of soot fell on him, and Ron came hurtling down into the grate.
"Arghhhhh!" Ron yelled as Ginny, and then Hermione came hurtling down into the grate. Harry laughed. Ron looked at him evilly.
"C'mon, best get going to the Leaky Cauldron, old Tom'll be waiting for us." They all set off for the door, when they suddenly realised that it was too early. However, Ron discovered a door in the back of the shop, which led to a dark passageway.
"Best give it a try," said Ron.
"Hang on," retorted Ginny, "Can't you apparate?" Ron's face became bright in a second. "And Harry can, but he's got no license…" Harry scrunched his face up.
"Yeah, well, I'm taking it tomorrow, so…" Harry made a face.
"It's our best bet, I mean, look, what if Ron doesn't manage to take all of us?" Ginny said quietly. She grabbed Harry's hand. Ron raised his eyebrows at them, and then shrugged. He opened the door again, then stopped.
"What if this is a trap?" Ron asked.
"Just get on with it." came a voice from the back of the shop. They all spun round to see the owner of the shop standing at the door of the shop, "It's opening time." They all started to move towards the door. "That's right, go back to where you came from." The man said. "I suppose you'll be back later today to get your books, but… Oh, it's ok" he hastily added, seeing the soot on their clothes. They walked out muttering to each other,
"Why wasn't he going to let us buy our books here?" That was Ginny.
"Well, stupid, he thought we'd broken in." That was Ron.
"Guys, shut up, he'll hear us." That was Harry and Hermione. They walked down the street, to where Fred and George were waiting.
"C'mon, hurry up!" Yelled Fred. They legged it to the end of the street, to only find that Fred and George were no longer there, but instead, were pulling on black masks, that only let their eyes be seen through slits. Ginny nervously grabbed Harry's hand and Harry pulled her close, into his arms. Fred and George walked towards them, wands raised.
"NO!" Came a bellow from the end of the street. They spun round to see a man, dressed in a long, black cloak striding towards them. As the man got closer, Harry saw that it was Remus Lupin, no longer withered and malnourished, instead, fit and healthy.
"Fred and George, what have I told you about playing these stupid tricks on people?"
"One, we aren't playing no tricks." Said Fred.
"Two, we aren't Fred and George." Said George.
"Three, of course we're playing tricks! Ha! Had you fooled!" They both said together.
Ginny looked at Harry, and rolled her eyes. He laughed, and she turned round, and released her grip. Harry shook his head, and drew her close again, and kissed her. Ron turned round.
"Hey! I thought that was over."
"No, mate," Harry replied, "well, it's not exactly wrong."
"Ron, just quit it. Who was snogging Lavender half the time last year?" Hermione retorted. Ron put his hands on his cheeks, as if to hide his red cheeks.
"Ooh!" Said Fred and George, "we never knew it was that serious!"
"Well, everyone, I think we ought to go now, and find our rooms." Said Hermione quietly. So they set off down the alley to the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry fell onto his bed, exhausted with the day's action. He thought back to the episode with the Death Eater Mrs Weasley. He shook his head and wondered why all this had happened. As he was doing so, Fred opened the door with his trunk.
"Hey Harry, you OK?"
"Yeah, just tired."
"You know that it wasn't my mum."
"What? The Death Eater? Who was it?"
"Narcissa Malfoy."
"You've got to be joking. I thought she was meant to be, you know, dead?"
"Why?"
"Well, Malfoy was meant to kill Dumbledore, but Snape had to do it for him. Apparently, he was meant to get killed, along with his parents for not killing him"
"Yeah, yeah."
"So… Narcissa Malfoy was disguised as your mum?"
"Yeah." Fred shook his head. "We don't know what's happened to Mum."
"Well, she could have been…" Harry broke off. It was too hard to say.
"Probably. That's the way she's probably gone." Fred sat down and put his face in his hands. Harry felt awkward. Fred got up, and went out of the room. Harry went downstairs, to find the rest. Hermione greeted him.
"Ron's upstairs… finding it hard… missing his mum." Those were the words he caught, as he went over to Ginny. She buried her face in his jumper.
"Hey, Ginny, look, it's OK, we'll find her." She looked at him gratefully, as if to say thank you. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She put her head on his shoulder again, and closed her eyes.
