Disclaimer:I do not own anything Harry Potter related!Really and Honestly!
Also this was the first Fanstory I ever wrote,and finally decided to submit it,two chapters at a time.
Chapter1:An unknown Visitor
It was quite hot in the room of a boy named Harry Potter, considering the fact that the house he was living in had an climatic ventilation system installed just a few days ago. But of course not in his room, which actually wasn't his room, but belonged to his oversized fat cousin Dudley. So why was this? For the answering of that question one would have to go back in time approximately 15 years, when the parents of the boy named Harry had been murdered. But this wasn't just an ordinary murder, you could possibly read in the newspaper, it was a crime commited by the worlds eviliest sorcerer to date, called Lord Voldemort. But when Voldemort turned to kill Harry, his spell rebounded onto himself, leaving him as nothing more than a shadow of himself, robbed of all his power and might. Since then Harry had to live with the of his Aunt Petunia, sister to his mother, his uncle Vernon, and their son, Dudley. They despised Harry for what he was, a wizard.
So they practically made his life hell at their house at Number4 Privet Drive. But this had changed at the beginning of this summer, when they collected him from King's Cross Trainstation, when he came back from his school,Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His friends, adult Wizards, had then threatened the Dursley's, that they would visit them,if Harry wasn't treated properly, and would send them a message via owlpost every three days. This had an huge amount of effect on the Dursley's, as they didn't want to be seen with,what they called "that lot", meaning wizards.The Dursley's just wantede to have a "normal" muggle(non magical)-life.
Today,actually, was the birthday of Harry,he had turned 16. It was quite early in the morning, and Harry didn't intend to wake up, or even get out of bed,for he had been having a nightmare again,the same one, which haunted him for several nights now. He was seeing his godfather Sirius falling behind the veil in the Deathroom of the Department of Mystery over and over again. He was watching it but couldnt help him. So he lay awake now in his bed, the first rays of sunlight shining through his window. He was thinking about writing a letter to Lupin, when suddenly the doorbell rang.
He heard his uncle answering from downstairs. He could also hear that he was talking to someone that sounded like a male. He could only make out wordsnippets from the talking. None of it made sense. And then suddenly he heard his uncle shouting angry:"WHAT?" at the visitor. And the next thing he knew was someone coming upstairs on the creaking stair,and his bedroom door being opened forcefully.
"Are you Mr. Potter?" the person asked,that had just entered the room,and closed the door behind him..
To Harry he looked a bit like a Deatheater, but it seemed to him that the person in front of him was just about the same age as he was,maybe a little bit older. He was wearing a rather shabby looking leather trenchcoat,black pants,a black shirt,and black leather boots,with steeltoes,and 3belts buckles around the shin.His hair was black and about neck lenght, and he wore it loosely,making it stand out sharply in all kinds of directions. He was rather pale, and his eyes, well Harry couldn't really describe his eyes, to him they seemed to sparkle with energy, yet they looked dull. They looked like a brown colour to him, but as he looked closer, he noticed some flecks of grey and green in them. At the moment they also looked quite fiery and angry. If he would have met him on the street, he would've not been sure if he would have greeted him.
"If you are not going to answer me, I guess I'll have to just guess you are Harry Potter. And if you would stop gawking at me like that, you could pack your trunks." The stranger stated.
Harry snapped back to reality.
"And why should I do that?" he asked warily of the teen he did not know.
"Well, I might be misinformed,but I think the sense of packing ones trunk is to go some place else."
"And were should I go to?"Harry wanted to know.
"You are going nowhere,but we are. And we are going to Grimmauld Place12!" stated the stranger.
"And I should go with you out of which reason?Who are you?I've never seen you before"Harry burst out.
"As far as it concerns you, I am a member of the Order of the Phoenix. And that's about all you need to know about me" the boy said.
"Well and how are we going to get there?" Harry wanted to know,guessing that no deatheater would be aware of Grimmauld Place.
The stranger took out his wand, pointed it at an empty Bertie Botts all flavoured beans pack and muttered portus. As he looked up again at Harry, he wore a smile on his face.
"That should do the trick!" he said.
"You can just make portkeys whenever you want?"Harry wondered,at which the boy only shrugged his shoulders.
As Harry had finished packing his trunk, the stranger told him he would take care of his stuff. As soon as Harry touched the portkey he felt a jerk behind his navel and felt the sensation of flying,until he reached his final destination at Grimmauld Place12.The House of his late Godfather. He was in the kitchen and none too soon, the door burst open,and his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley entered the room.
"Harry, mate, how are you?" Ron asked.
"Fine,thanks!What about you guys?" He replied.
"Well too. How did you get here?" Hermione wanted to know.
"Well,there was this strange guy, picking me up from the dursleys.Said he worked for the order 'n' stuff. He seemd not much older than we are!"Harry said.
"Wait,you mean,that Gabriel picked you up?"Hermione asked a bit shocked,even though Harry couldn't understand it.
"You know him?"He asked.
"You could say so. He drops by quite often these days, but we do not know what he actually does out there. But we know for sure that he is really not that much older than we are!He speaks a lot with Dumbledore. Last time we overheard them talking he said:"...he's letting them on the loose again,they are rampaging through several villages...",we have no idea what he meant though.But they talked further and he went really angry,he just walked away. Everyone was staring at him, even though he wasn't even shouting or anything, we could feel that he was angry. He had some sort of Aura around him!Something we felt from you too last year Harry,when you were getting angry."Hermione stated.
"We also know that he does a lot of important stuff for the order,for his age!"Ron said.
"What do you mean?"
"Well a week a ago he was coming here,looking quite terrible,bleeding from several injuries and such!He collapsed in the entrance corridor, and Lupin and Kingsley took him upstairs. The next day we read in the Daily Prophet about a deatheater attack on a village and a great battle of aurors and them being held there. The news also said that there was no survivor left.We counted two and two together and came to the conclussion that he must have been in that fight!"Ron exclaimed.
"Really nice thinking Mr. Weasley!You and Mrs. Granger do have quite an impressive way of finding out things!" a voice behind them suddenly said.
Chapter2: Back to Grimmauld Place 12
Ron and Hermione turned around quickly to see who had said this. Behind them stood the guy, Harry knew now as Gabriel.Ron and Hermione who had blushed a bit looked away quickly.
"I have your things ready here, Mr. Potter!"
"Thanks,and you can just call me Harry" said Harry quickly
"And I'm Ron" Ron stated.
"And you can call me just Hermione"Hermione said a bit dreamily.
"Errr...right. Just call me Gabriel if you want to."Gabriel said a bit irritated.
"What else could we do,we don't even know your last name!"Ron said,a little annoyed at the way Hermione was looking at the teenager.
"And let's keep it that way!Goodbye!"he said and disapparated.
Hermione was still staring at the spot where he had been standing a few seconds ago. The two boys looked at her, then at eachother, and started to laugh,though Ron didn't seem to have his heart in it. To Harry it felt so good to laugh again,for it was one thing he had never done at the Dursley's.
"What?Why are you guys laughing?"Hermione asked.
"Well,looks like you have crush on a certain someone!" Ron replied.
"What do you mean?"
"Ohhh...come on, the way you look at him tells everything!"
"Even if, what does it matter to you?" she snapped.
"We don't even know anything about that guy!"
"Maybe I like mysterious guys!"
"Yeah,right,and since when could you call Krum or Lockhart mysterious? Well now that I think about it, Lockhart is quite mysterious nowadays!"Ron said.
Hermione was about to reply agitated, but was interrupted by Harry who sensed another row coming.
"Ron,leave it!Could you just show me around the house?I want to get my things upstairs in my room!"
"Yeah, sure!"They both said in unison.
When Harry was finished with unpacking, and when they had talked about their summer holidays so far, it was already time for dinner. Harry was on the one side looking forward for it,so he could meet all the others from the Order, but on the other side he dreaded their questions about how he was feeling,concerning Sirius.
But as he entered the kitchen, he felt happy,for seeing all his friends there. At first Mrs. Weasley greeted him with her Bone crushing hug, then Ginny,who's hug was breaking the other half of Harry's ribs,which had been surviving Mrs. Weasleys hug. Then came Lupin who looked quite ill and tired, Harry assumed it must be full moon soon. Then there were Kingsley, Tonks and Moody who greeted him,and last but not least Mr. Weasley,Fred and George, and Bill and Charlie. The dinner was absolutely delicious as far as Hary thought of it. There was a lot of talking and laughing going on, when suddenly the door opened and none other than Dumbledore stepped in. He greeted Harry first and then everyone else, before he found himself a place opposite of Harry.
It was around 23 o'clock when everyone except the orders members started to get up. It was this moment when the door burst open with a loud BANG and in came stumbling Gabriel. Hermione rushed to his aid, seeing his clothes blood stained.
"Dumbledore, they are attacking, now!"The boy said.
"What?where?"asked a surprised Dumbledore.
"Deatheaters at Madame Bones' Place!Prepare for a fight!" Gabriel exclaimed.
There was much noise when everyone in the kitchen sprang up from their chairs and drew their wands as they ran outside.
"You stay here!"Lupin told Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George.
They knew it was pointless to argue.Gabriel made an attempt to run outside, but Hermione held him back.
"You can't go outside!"she told him.
He looked at her for a moment, and to Harry it seemed his eyes were on fire. Hermione let go off him.As he ran outside he also drew his wand and disapparated.They were receiving no word for half an hour,and began to grow sick with worry,when they finally heard the door opening.
"Neat trick, the boy had there!"they heard Lupin say.
"Quite powerful, but it seems that it was an really exhausting spell,he used!Got himself out of the fight early."Moody said grumpily.
They rushed down the stairs to see that Lupin and Moody were carrying the still form of Gabriel,while Dumbledore had mobilicorpsed the young Auror Tonks,who also appeared to have taken severe damage.
"No wonder,"Harry thought with a pang of guilt,"it's not that long ago that she got hurt in the department of Mysteries."
"Will she be alright Professor?"he asked the headmaster,at which the old man nodded.
"Do you wish to settle young Nymphadora here in her room?"
"Yes,of course!"Harry replied,and followed Albus up the stairs to Tonks' room.
Once there he watched as the powerful wizard levitated Tonks onto her bed softly,and left with a quick goodbye to Harry,and saying that he would have to make sure that everything at the Bones' Place went right.When he was gone,Harry took Tonks blanket and carefully covered her with it,watching with a smile as she shifted into a more comfortable position,snuggling deeper into her bed.She was in the same form she was in when Harry had last seen her at Kings Cross station at the end of term,only that her hair was now black with bright red tips.Without another word he left the room,leaving behind only a quick note to call for him if she needed anything.