Sorry it took so long to get this cahpter out. I've just been so busy with
school and I was also trying to find a new editer which I have. Thanks
Luke! Anyways here it is!
Disclamer: We al know I don't own Harry Potter but the plot and some of the characters, which you will meet later on, are mine! Please ask me if you want to use them! Enjoy the story!!
.~:Chapter Three - The Plot Thickens:~.
The sun was just starting to set by the time Harry got back to number four Privet Drive. Luckily, the Dursley's guests were gone and as Harry came in through the door, he could smell that Aunt Petunia was busy making dinner.
Harry sighed and headed up to his room. He knew he had seen Wormtail, knew that Voldemort now knew where he was. He wasn't safe here anymore. As he reached the door to his bedroom, he decided he'd write another letter to Sirius telling him about Wormtail.
As he opened the door all thoughts of writing to Sirius left as he saw Hedwig perched on his desk with a letter. Harry ran to her and took the letter. It was from Sirius. 'Oh, please be good news,' he thought as he ripped the letter open and began to read.
Dear Harry,
I've received your letter and relayed it on to Dumbledore. This is serious Harry. I won't lie to you. Hopefully Dumbledore will think of something. You should hear from him soon. Just sit tight Harry and try not to worry yourself too much.
Sirius
Harry sighed and sat on his bed. 'Well, that can't be good,' he thought. Sirius sounded just as worried as he was.
Harry didn't have time to ponder the letter anymore because as he looked up at his desk, Fawkes was suddenly there staring at him intently.
Fawkes let out one quivering note and dropped the letter in Harry's lap. Harry felt something quiet strange when Fawkes sang that note. He didn't know what it was, but it left once Fawkes flew out the window.
Harry turned his attention to the letter Fawkes had given him. It was from Dumbledore. Harry sighed in relief. He knew Dumbledore would know what to do. He opened the letter and began to read.
Dear Harry,
Sirius has informed me of your dream and I believe you are right in thinking Voldemort has found away to get to you. I am therefore giving you permission to use magic and you should keep your wand with you at all times.
Secondly, I'm sending someone to pick you up since it is no longer safe for you there. They will bring you here to Hogwarts where you should be safe. In the meantime, watch out for yourself. I'll be seeing you soon.
Albus Dumbledore
Just as Dumbledore had said, Harry quickly got up, ran to his trunk and pulled out his wand. He figured Dumbledore had probably set something up at the Ministry so they wouldn't expel him from Hogwarts if he used magic.
He pocked his wand and read over Dumbledore's letter again. He wondered how long it would be for whoever Dumbledore sent to get here. He hoped it wouldn't be long. He really didn't want to think about what would happen if Voldemort attacked him there.
He stumbled back to his desk and sat on the chair. Hedwig was still perched on his desk and hooted softly to him in a comforting manner. Harry turned his attention towards her. "Why is my life so complicated Hedwig?" He knew she couldn't answer, but he felt he could still confide in her. It wasn't like she would go tell anyone.
Hedwig fluttered down into his lap, looking up at him with her big amber eyes. She noticed he looked scared and worried and she wanted to comfort him. Harry absently started to stroke her felling that it comforted him.
"I wish things would sometimes just stop. I'm sick and tired of being chased by Voldemort and I'm sick of fighting him. It's because of him my life is a mess, but why? Why does he want me so much?" Harry sighed as Hedwig continued to stare up at him. "To bad no one can answer these questions for me."
Hedwig looked at Harry in an understanding manner, well, as understand as an owl could look. She had watched Harry since they had come back from Hogwarts and knew how much all of this bothered him. For an owl, she really was quite intelligent.
"Get down here boy!!!"Uncle Vernon called from downstairs. Harry sighed. He really didn't feel like eating, but he knew he might not get feed again for a while cause he seemed to always find some way to tick his Uncle off.
"I've got to go eat now Hedwig. I'll try and bring you something to eat." Hedwig seemed to understand. She left Harry's lap and flew across the room to her cage to take a nap.
Harry got up and headed downstairs. The Dursleys were all in a deep discussion about their guests from this afternoon when Harry sat down. Aunt Petunia handed him a plate with the smallest piece of steak he had ever seen. He didn't complain though. He was use to this.
"They seemed like very nice people, Vernon. I think we made a very good impression on them." Petunia said, handing Dudley his plate, which had a mountain of food on it. He took it from her greedily and started woofing it down.
"That's the point, Petunia. I think I'll make a very good deal off of them." Uncle Vernon shoved a piece of steak into his mouth
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia seem to keep rambling on about their guests, but Harry wasn't listening anymore. His mind seemed to be elsewhere. His stomach felt like it was being squeezed tightly and he was beginning to feel cold all over. 'What's going on?' Harry thought to himself. It was then he realized that his Aunt and Uncle weren't talking anymore.
Harry looked up at them. They seemed to have gone quite still, until Harry realized they were shaking. 'No! Please, don't kill Harry. Please!' His mothers voice echoed in his head. 'No!' Harry screamed in his mind.
He grabbed his wand out of his pocket and started focusing on a happy memory as he stood. It was then it happened. The front door burst open as Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley screamed. Harry stared at the door and watched the Demantor walk forward. His mother and Father's voices screaming in his head.
Harry raised his wand at the Dementor and cried, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!" A silver stag erupted from the end of Harry's wand and galloped towards the Dementor, which fell back, and exploded into a show of red sparks.
Luckily no more followed. Harry watched the silver stag gallop back towards him then disappear. He was glad he could no longer hear his mother or father screaming. Hearing them scream those words brought back bad memories.
"What do you think your doing boy!" Harry turned his head to stare at his Uncle, but instantly regretted it. Uncle Vernon's hand came down hard on Harry as he hit him in the side of the head.
"How dare you put my family in danger! How dare you display your abnormality in this house!" This time he punched Harry hard in the ribs. Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry by his hair and started dragging him upstairs. He threw Harry violently into his room and kicked him hard in the side.
"You will stay in here until I see fit, you ungrateful little brat!!!" Uncle Vernon spat and slammed the door shut.
Harry heard Uncle Vernon lock the door tightly then head back downstairs. Harry lay there gasping on the floor. 'I just saved their lives and this is what I get,' Harry thought to himself. He wasn't surprised though. He was just glad Dumbledore had given him permission to use magic in the first place; otherwise they'd probably all be dead.
Harry slowly got to his feet and painfully made his way over to his bead. Every bone and muscle in his body ached with the effort, but he finally made it. He fell with a thump and lay there quietly thinking about everything.
"Please send help soon," He said as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
"Sirius, calm down. I'm sure Harry's fine." Remus said, in a vain attempt to comfort his friend. Sirius had done nothing but worry and pace since he sent those letters and Remus thought he was going to make a trench in the middle of his kitchen.
"How can you be sure Remus? If Voldemort has found away to get to him, he would attack right away." Sirius explained still pacing. He was worried about Harry. What if something happened to him? He had promised Lily and James that if anything happened to them, he would make sure Harry stayed out of harms way. It was bad enough he couldn't keep that promise for thirteen years of Harry's life, but he wasn't going to break that promise again.
"I know Sirius, I know. But Dumbledore won't let anything happen to him after all Harry is..."
"I know very well what Harry is Remus, but he's also my godson and I can't help but be worried. If anything happened to him, I don't know what I'd do." Sirius stopped pacing and lend against a wall. Yes, he knew Harry was important, but he was only a child. He was the closest thing he had to a son and he'd be dammed if anything happened to him.
Remus sighed. "I'm worried too Sirius, but Harry will be fine. Trust Dumbledore." And as if on cue, Lupin's owl came flying in through the window and dropped a letter on the table.
Sirius ran to it and quickly ripped it open. It was short, but told Sirius all he needed to know.
Dear Sirius,
Harry is indeed no longer safe with his Aunt and Uncle. Please go get him and bring him here to Hogwarts. He'll be safer here.
Albus Dumbledore
He handed the letter to Remus and grabbed his cloak while Remus read the letter. Remus sighed as he watched Sirius throw his cloak on. "Do be careful Padfoot, and bring Harry back safely."
Sirius nodded to his friend. "I intend to Moony. I'll see you back at Hogwarts then." Remus nodded and Sirius headed out the door. "Do keep Harry safe Sirius." He whispered as his friend disappeared into the night.
Harry lay awoke in bed, leaning against his headboard. His side hurt and he had an awful headache. 'I get all of this for saving their lives,' He thought wearingly. But he knew that didn't matter to his Uncle. To Uncle Vernon every single last thing that was part of the Magical World was bad. He didn't see any difference between good people like Dumbledore and bad people like Voldemort. They were all the same to him.
"Why me?" Harry whispered to himself silently. He knew Voldemort knew where he was. He had seen Wormtail and this attack just proved it. Voldemort would soon be coming after him.
Harry looked at his desk and saw that he had left Dumbledore and Sirius's letters on it. He reached over painfully, took the letters and read them over again. They seemed to help comfort him. He knew Dumbledore would do everything in his power to help him and that meant a lot to Harry.
Harry drifted off to sleep again, with thoughts of Hogwarts and his Godfather to keep him company. The letters lay open in his lap, the moonlight sparkling over the letters until a shadow obscured them.
Fawkes came silently into the room and settled himself right beside Harry's bed on the desk. The fiery red bird gazed down at Harry protectively. Dumbledore had given him instructions to watch over Harry until he got to Hogwarts and that's what he was going to do.
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Disclamer: We al know I don't own Harry Potter but the plot and some of the characters, which you will meet later on, are mine! Please ask me if you want to use them! Enjoy the story!!
.~:Chapter Three - The Plot Thickens:~.
The sun was just starting to set by the time Harry got back to number four Privet Drive. Luckily, the Dursley's guests were gone and as Harry came in through the door, he could smell that Aunt Petunia was busy making dinner.
Harry sighed and headed up to his room. He knew he had seen Wormtail, knew that Voldemort now knew where he was. He wasn't safe here anymore. As he reached the door to his bedroom, he decided he'd write another letter to Sirius telling him about Wormtail.
As he opened the door all thoughts of writing to Sirius left as he saw Hedwig perched on his desk with a letter. Harry ran to her and took the letter. It was from Sirius. 'Oh, please be good news,' he thought as he ripped the letter open and began to read.
Dear Harry,
I've received your letter and relayed it on to Dumbledore. This is serious Harry. I won't lie to you. Hopefully Dumbledore will think of something. You should hear from him soon. Just sit tight Harry and try not to worry yourself too much.
Sirius
Harry sighed and sat on his bed. 'Well, that can't be good,' he thought. Sirius sounded just as worried as he was.
Harry didn't have time to ponder the letter anymore because as he looked up at his desk, Fawkes was suddenly there staring at him intently.
Fawkes let out one quivering note and dropped the letter in Harry's lap. Harry felt something quiet strange when Fawkes sang that note. He didn't know what it was, but it left once Fawkes flew out the window.
Harry turned his attention to the letter Fawkes had given him. It was from Dumbledore. Harry sighed in relief. He knew Dumbledore would know what to do. He opened the letter and began to read.
Dear Harry,
Sirius has informed me of your dream and I believe you are right in thinking Voldemort has found away to get to you. I am therefore giving you permission to use magic and you should keep your wand with you at all times.
Secondly, I'm sending someone to pick you up since it is no longer safe for you there. They will bring you here to Hogwarts where you should be safe. In the meantime, watch out for yourself. I'll be seeing you soon.
Albus Dumbledore
Just as Dumbledore had said, Harry quickly got up, ran to his trunk and pulled out his wand. He figured Dumbledore had probably set something up at the Ministry so they wouldn't expel him from Hogwarts if he used magic.
He pocked his wand and read over Dumbledore's letter again. He wondered how long it would be for whoever Dumbledore sent to get here. He hoped it wouldn't be long. He really didn't want to think about what would happen if Voldemort attacked him there.
He stumbled back to his desk and sat on the chair. Hedwig was still perched on his desk and hooted softly to him in a comforting manner. Harry turned his attention towards her. "Why is my life so complicated Hedwig?" He knew she couldn't answer, but he felt he could still confide in her. It wasn't like she would go tell anyone.
Hedwig fluttered down into his lap, looking up at him with her big amber eyes. She noticed he looked scared and worried and she wanted to comfort him. Harry absently started to stroke her felling that it comforted him.
"I wish things would sometimes just stop. I'm sick and tired of being chased by Voldemort and I'm sick of fighting him. It's because of him my life is a mess, but why? Why does he want me so much?" Harry sighed as Hedwig continued to stare up at him. "To bad no one can answer these questions for me."
Hedwig looked at Harry in an understanding manner, well, as understand as an owl could look. She had watched Harry since they had come back from Hogwarts and knew how much all of this bothered him. For an owl, she really was quite intelligent.
"Get down here boy!!!"Uncle Vernon called from downstairs. Harry sighed. He really didn't feel like eating, but he knew he might not get feed again for a while cause he seemed to always find some way to tick his Uncle off.
"I've got to go eat now Hedwig. I'll try and bring you something to eat." Hedwig seemed to understand. She left Harry's lap and flew across the room to her cage to take a nap.
Harry got up and headed downstairs. The Dursleys were all in a deep discussion about their guests from this afternoon when Harry sat down. Aunt Petunia handed him a plate with the smallest piece of steak he had ever seen. He didn't complain though. He was use to this.
"They seemed like very nice people, Vernon. I think we made a very good impression on them." Petunia said, handing Dudley his plate, which had a mountain of food on it. He took it from her greedily and started woofing it down.
"That's the point, Petunia. I think I'll make a very good deal off of them." Uncle Vernon shoved a piece of steak into his mouth
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia seem to keep rambling on about their guests, but Harry wasn't listening anymore. His mind seemed to be elsewhere. His stomach felt like it was being squeezed tightly and he was beginning to feel cold all over. 'What's going on?' Harry thought to himself. It was then he realized that his Aunt and Uncle weren't talking anymore.
Harry looked up at them. They seemed to have gone quite still, until Harry realized they were shaking. 'No! Please, don't kill Harry. Please!' His mothers voice echoed in his head. 'No!' Harry screamed in his mind.
He grabbed his wand out of his pocket and started focusing on a happy memory as he stood. It was then it happened. The front door burst open as Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley screamed. Harry stared at the door and watched the Demantor walk forward. His mother and Father's voices screaming in his head.
Harry raised his wand at the Dementor and cried, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!" A silver stag erupted from the end of Harry's wand and galloped towards the Dementor, which fell back, and exploded into a show of red sparks.
Luckily no more followed. Harry watched the silver stag gallop back towards him then disappear. He was glad he could no longer hear his mother or father screaming. Hearing them scream those words brought back bad memories.
"What do you think your doing boy!" Harry turned his head to stare at his Uncle, but instantly regretted it. Uncle Vernon's hand came down hard on Harry as he hit him in the side of the head.
"How dare you put my family in danger! How dare you display your abnormality in this house!" This time he punched Harry hard in the ribs. Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry by his hair and started dragging him upstairs. He threw Harry violently into his room and kicked him hard in the side.
"You will stay in here until I see fit, you ungrateful little brat!!!" Uncle Vernon spat and slammed the door shut.
Harry heard Uncle Vernon lock the door tightly then head back downstairs. Harry lay there gasping on the floor. 'I just saved their lives and this is what I get,' Harry thought to himself. He wasn't surprised though. He was just glad Dumbledore had given him permission to use magic in the first place; otherwise they'd probably all be dead.
Harry slowly got to his feet and painfully made his way over to his bead. Every bone and muscle in his body ached with the effort, but he finally made it. He fell with a thump and lay there quietly thinking about everything.
"Please send help soon," He said as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
"Sirius, calm down. I'm sure Harry's fine." Remus said, in a vain attempt to comfort his friend. Sirius had done nothing but worry and pace since he sent those letters and Remus thought he was going to make a trench in the middle of his kitchen.
"How can you be sure Remus? If Voldemort has found away to get to him, he would attack right away." Sirius explained still pacing. He was worried about Harry. What if something happened to him? He had promised Lily and James that if anything happened to them, he would make sure Harry stayed out of harms way. It was bad enough he couldn't keep that promise for thirteen years of Harry's life, but he wasn't going to break that promise again.
"I know Sirius, I know. But Dumbledore won't let anything happen to him after all Harry is..."
"I know very well what Harry is Remus, but he's also my godson and I can't help but be worried. If anything happened to him, I don't know what I'd do." Sirius stopped pacing and lend against a wall. Yes, he knew Harry was important, but he was only a child. He was the closest thing he had to a son and he'd be dammed if anything happened to him.
Remus sighed. "I'm worried too Sirius, but Harry will be fine. Trust Dumbledore." And as if on cue, Lupin's owl came flying in through the window and dropped a letter on the table.
Sirius ran to it and quickly ripped it open. It was short, but told Sirius all he needed to know.
Dear Sirius,
Harry is indeed no longer safe with his Aunt and Uncle. Please go get him and bring him here to Hogwarts. He'll be safer here.
Albus Dumbledore
He handed the letter to Remus and grabbed his cloak while Remus read the letter. Remus sighed as he watched Sirius throw his cloak on. "Do be careful Padfoot, and bring Harry back safely."
Sirius nodded to his friend. "I intend to Moony. I'll see you back at Hogwarts then." Remus nodded and Sirius headed out the door. "Do keep Harry safe Sirius." He whispered as his friend disappeared into the night.
Harry lay awoke in bed, leaning against his headboard. His side hurt and he had an awful headache. 'I get all of this for saving their lives,' He thought wearingly. But he knew that didn't matter to his Uncle. To Uncle Vernon every single last thing that was part of the Magical World was bad. He didn't see any difference between good people like Dumbledore and bad people like Voldemort. They were all the same to him.
"Why me?" Harry whispered to himself silently. He knew Voldemort knew where he was. He had seen Wormtail and this attack just proved it. Voldemort would soon be coming after him.
Harry looked at his desk and saw that he had left Dumbledore and Sirius's letters on it. He reached over painfully, took the letters and read them over again. They seemed to help comfort him. He knew Dumbledore would do everything in his power to help him and that meant a lot to Harry.
Harry drifted off to sleep again, with thoughts of Hogwarts and his Godfather to keep him company. The letters lay open in his lap, the moonlight sparkling over the letters until a shadow obscured them.
Fawkes came silently into the room and settled himself right beside Harry's bed on the desk. The fiery red bird gazed down at Harry protectively. Dumbledore had given him instructions to watch over Harry until he got to Hogwarts and that's what he was going to do.
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