~*Flashback*~
"You can't stop me," Harry said, confidently, "If you try to stop me, my Godfather will come for me! All I'd need to do is write to him!" Harry suddenly felt confused and slightly alarmed when Vernon's grin got wider, accompanied with an insane sounding laugh. Harry didn't have long to wonder why, though. Vernon reached into his pocket and handed Harry a parchment.
Harry found that the parchment was an envelope with his name printed on it. He carefully tore it open and pulled out a letter inside.
Harry,
I'm so sorry, but I'm writing to tell you that we can't keep in contact during the summer. There's a lot of dark activity going on, and exchanging letters would endanger both of us. It's completely tearing me up; I argued long and hard with Dumbledor, but he strictly said no. Just remember I love you, and I'll see you as soon as I can. Hang in there, it's going to turn out ok.
Always in Trouble, Snuffles, Padfoot, Sirius
PS. Moony here wanted me to let him say hi here, and to take care. Worried prat. . .
At first Harry was slightly confused and disappointed. He wouldn't be able to speak with Sirius or Remus, but why did that make his uncle so happy? He decided to ask that question aloud to his uncle.
Vernon laughed again, now looking fully insane. "You see, boy, now that you can't write to that bloody murdering Godfather of yours, there's nothing to stop me from punishing you properly!"
Harry felt the color drain from his cheeks as the full meaning of his uncle's words sank in. His uncle could hurt him, and he'd have no way of calling out for help. . .
~*End Flashback*~
"MR. POTTER!" Harry snapped awake and was greeted by the ugly mug of his potion's professor, Professor Snape. He looked extremely pissed off, and Harry decided it'd be best to attempt to pay attention for the rest of class.
"Now that Mr. Potter has kindly decided to grace us with his attention," he paused to allow the Slytherins to chortle, "can someone tell me what the name of the potion is, what the effects of it are, and what the risks of brewing it are?" He purposely ignored Hermione's frantically waving hand. "Anyone?" He sighed in defeat. "Ms. Granger?"
"The Geedorlite potion has the simple purpose of removing poison, inflicted by magical creatures, from the system. The only risk in making the potion is to count how many Erumpent horns to add in. They will explode if more than three is added to a potion. Erumpent horns are class B tradable since they are dangerous and subject to strict control, not to mention since it is difficult to approach an Erumpent to-"
"That will do, Ms. Granger," Snape barked. "Now then. You are to follow these instructions on the board CAREFULLY while mixing this potion. No more than three Erumpent horns may be added. Afterwards, stir until it is a navy blue. Then I will come to test it." With that said, Snape started putting people into partners. Harry was paired with Neville.
"Don't worry, Neville. Just concentrate and don't panic, and we'll get this done in no time."
"But-but-but Harry! I-I-I don't know if I c-ca-can do this right without S- Sn-Snape getting all mad at me!" Neville was already in hysterics, and they had only started making the water boil.
*Just relax* Harry nearly yelped in surprise at what came out of his mouth. Though he was sure he had said those words, they sounded. . . strange. Sort of quivery, yet sing songy. It was a sound he had heard somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it. It was also strange how it effected Neville. He had stopped shaking and was confidently adding the Toad Stone to the African Powers weed. Harry blinked in surprise, but didn't argue his good fortune.
Half an hour later, he was quite surprised to find that Neville hadn't messed up anything yet. Unfortunately, good things never last long. Neville had just added the third Erumpent horn to the concoction, when Draco called out across the room.
"Hey, Potter! Catch!" He threw an Erumpent horn that missed Harry's head, yet landed in the potion. With an enormous 'bang!', the potion erupted. Screams echoed around the dungeon room, and Harry creaked open one of his eyes. The floor and desks were covered with green goop, and four people were on the floor, shrieking. They were badly burned, second and third degree burns. Girls were screaming, while guys tried not to vomit. Malfoy looked horrified, and tried to slink away unnoticed.
Snape was in something akin to panic, for the first time unsure of what to do. Harry looked down at his potion covered robes and found that the fiery substance hadn't left a mark. Curious though this was, he knew he'd have time to ponder it later.
Harry started walking to the closest victim, as if pulled by an unseen force, and he knelt infront of her. Before he could even figure out what was happening, pearly white tears rolled down his cheeks and started landing on her face. A few seconds later, not a trace of the burn was left. Still being controlled by this unseen force, Harry left the gaping Slytherin's side and approached a Gryffindor girl who he wasn't too familiar with. The process repeated itself, and he continued the process until it ended with the final victim, Neville. When he stood, finished, the entire class was silently watching him, unsure of what had just happened. Some had expressions of fear, others of wonder and curiosity, and others, just plain amazement.
Harry wiped the residue of the tears off his cheeks, catching the glinting pearliness. Once again, it seemed strangely familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Snape had started gesturing and trying word something, and after a few seconds of fruitless effort, managed to say "Seats. . . now. . ." The class quickly obeyed, and Ron awkwardly sat next to Harry while Hermione wouldn't stop gaping at him.
"That was quite. . . interesting, Mr. Potter," Snape finally managed, attempting to rebuild his stoic mask. "Might I ask what that was, exactly?"
*I'm not sure, sir* Harry tried to answer, but once again, it came out as something more of a song. He blanched, in panic. All the Gryffindors seemed soothed by his words, while the Slytherins had a look of pure terror on each of their faces. Harry swallowed and made another attempt. "I'm not sure, sir." He sighed in relief that it had come out right.
"I think I'm going to call the headmaster. . ." Snape muttered, and he briskly left the room. Harry groaned and put his head in his hands. Now what had he done?
~*Dumbledor's office*~
"Is that so Severus? I had a feeling that it would show itself soon. . ."
"Sir? I'm afraid that I don't know what you're talking about."
"Ms. Granger was in my office the other day and expressed concern for Mr. Potter. I believe that I have found enough evidence, though we still would need witnesses, to prove that Mr. Potter was abused over the summer."
Snape's jaw went slack for a moment, and he struggled to find his voice. "Headmaster. . . I mean. . . are you certain?"
"I'm afraid so. You see, Ms. Granger has noticed some strange changes in Harry's behavior, and what you described definitely fits the abuse theory. Professor, perhaps it's time I told you why Voldemort wanted Harry dead, and what's happening to Harry as we speak? Yes, I believe so. . . Come to my office at three o'clock, and we can discuss it over tea."
Snape nodded, still confused, and left Dumbledor's fireplace. Dumbledor sighed and ran his fingers through his long white hair, knowing that after today, Voldemort would only double his efforts at catching Harry.
Author's Notes: Sooooooo sorry that took so long! I wrote this fic while I had the flu and a temperature of 102. When I was better, and I re read chapter 1, I was like "Huh? What was I going to do with this again?" It took me a while, but I finally remembered, so I should be updating more now. Anyway, the next chapter (which I already have written) will explain what's going on with Harry and it'll set up the rest of the fic. Now, thanks goes out to:
BunnyGirl- Snape's gonna find out some new stuff in the next chapter from Dumbledor, so be sure to check back to find out what it is!
Emmasj- I used to hate Harry abuse fics too, but for some reason they're slightly addictive. . . *shrugs* Anyway, I'll keep writing!
Ash muse- Yep, Harry's started crying. Malfoy's gonna have fun with that. . . Yes, I did make up the gibbering spell, however the chant from Peeves, mostly, comes from the Harry Potter game. "Hey Potter, you're ugly, but what can you do? I'm Peeves, Potter, so you better not mess with me! If you looked in a mirror, it surely would crack! You really ought to be locked up in a zoo!" is Peeve's chant in the game, so I changed it so it would make more sense, and rhyme.
Deity- Yeah, Snape's gonna have a main role in this fic. Sirius too. I'm just not sure yet how big of a role. Heh.
Artemis Fire Mage of Golin- Thanks, chapter three is ready, I'll post it soon.
'insert blank space'- I'm assuming Ron is over 6 feet, and Hermoine is probably between 5'3" to 5'5" or 6. I'm not to sure. All in all, Harry's just supposed to be extremely short and ill.
RJLL- I'm glad you're ok with the poem. It actually describes the plot of the story, though in symbolism. It'll apply to the entire fic once it's finished.
Moonlight- there will be more Harry torture in this, probably some Sirius and Snape appearances (no, not slash). Even though I didn't show the conversation, Hermione did talk to Dumbledor, and in the next chapter, Dumbledor's gonna say a lot of important stuff.
Ice- I appreciate the fact that you gave constructive criticism rather than just a flame. I understand what you're saying, however I did say that chapter one was essential for setting up the story. It didn't have much to do with the over all events, yet it was necessary for setting up Harry's character and the mood of it.
Hermione HP- Chapter three is typed up, I'll post it up when I feel the time's right ;)
psychochick- heh, naturally Fudge wouldn't admit Voldemort's back. Lethifolds it must be, in his opinion. Nasty things, Lethifolds are. . . anyway, thanks for the encouragement, and we'll see what Fudge's roll is in this later.
Griffin- I like the name. . . Griffins are one of my favorite mythological creatures.
Kylie- Thanks, I like being different. As you can see, his tears first came into play in this chapter. There will be a lot more in the future, just not from grief.
Arizosa- Thanks! ^_^ I write to please, so I'm glad to see this is fulfilling its purpose.
Kami Potter- I'm sorry, I'm a sadistic writer. It'll get even more depressing, so all those angst and drama haters shouldn't read this, heh.
TheOnlyEvilOne- Eating fire sounds painful. . . I think I better start writing more.
FawkesnFlame- I'll post more soon, no worries. I like your name, it's cool!
Iggie- I've been reading your fic, and all I can say is OH MY GOSH! It is so good! I'll review when I finish it but. . . eep! It's so gotta go under my favs list! You are a genius!
Perc Mad Hatter- Sorry, I'm upset with my first fic and I really hate writing it. . . my sorries. Also, this isn't a continuation of it. I just mentioned it with the last update to say 'hey, this one sucks try reading this one'. I might take down Six Phoenixies, edit it, post it again, then make a sequel. I'm not sure though. . .
Ashes- thanks for the praise! It's definitely nice to receive encouragement. Next chapter will be up soon!
That's all for now, check again for chapter three!
"You can't stop me," Harry said, confidently, "If you try to stop me, my Godfather will come for me! All I'd need to do is write to him!" Harry suddenly felt confused and slightly alarmed when Vernon's grin got wider, accompanied with an insane sounding laugh. Harry didn't have long to wonder why, though. Vernon reached into his pocket and handed Harry a parchment.
Harry found that the parchment was an envelope with his name printed on it. He carefully tore it open and pulled out a letter inside.
Harry,
I'm so sorry, but I'm writing to tell you that we can't keep in contact during the summer. There's a lot of dark activity going on, and exchanging letters would endanger both of us. It's completely tearing me up; I argued long and hard with Dumbledor, but he strictly said no. Just remember I love you, and I'll see you as soon as I can. Hang in there, it's going to turn out ok.
Always in Trouble, Snuffles, Padfoot, Sirius
PS. Moony here wanted me to let him say hi here, and to take care. Worried prat. . .
At first Harry was slightly confused and disappointed. He wouldn't be able to speak with Sirius or Remus, but why did that make his uncle so happy? He decided to ask that question aloud to his uncle.
Vernon laughed again, now looking fully insane. "You see, boy, now that you can't write to that bloody murdering Godfather of yours, there's nothing to stop me from punishing you properly!"
Harry felt the color drain from his cheeks as the full meaning of his uncle's words sank in. His uncle could hurt him, and he'd have no way of calling out for help. . .
~*End Flashback*~
"MR. POTTER!" Harry snapped awake and was greeted by the ugly mug of his potion's professor, Professor Snape. He looked extremely pissed off, and Harry decided it'd be best to attempt to pay attention for the rest of class.
"Now that Mr. Potter has kindly decided to grace us with his attention," he paused to allow the Slytherins to chortle, "can someone tell me what the name of the potion is, what the effects of it are, and what the risks of brewing it are?" He purposely ignored Hermione's frantically waving hand. "Anyone?" He sighed in defeat. "Ms. Granger?"
"The Geedorlite potion has the simple purpose of removing poison, inflicted by magical creatures, from the system. The only risk in making the potion is to count how many Erumpent horns to add in. They will explode if more than three is added to a potion. Erumpent horns are class B tradable since they are dangerous and subject to strict control, not to mention since it is difficult to approach an Erumpent to-"
"That will do, Ms. Granger," Snape barked. "Now then. You are to follow these instructions on the board CAREFULLY while mixing this potion. No more than three Erumpent horns may be added. Afterwards, stir until it is a navy blue. Then I will come to test it." With that said, Snape started putting people into partners. Harry was paired with Neville.
"Don't worry, Neville. Just concentrate and don't panic, and we'll get this done in no time."
"But-but-but Harry! I-I-I don't know if I c-ca-can do this right without S- Sn-Snape getting all mad at me!" Neville was already in hysterics, and they had only started making the water boil.
*Just relax* Harry nearly yelped in surprise at what came out of his mouth. Though he was sure he had said those words, they sounded. . . strange. Sort of quivery, yet sing songy. It was a sound he had heard somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it. It was also strange how it effected Neville. He had stopped shaking and was confidently adding the Toad Stone to the African Powers weed. Harry blinked in surprise, but didn't argue his good fortune.
Half an hour later, he was quite surprised to find that Neville hadn't messed up anything yet. Unfortunately, good things never last long. Neville had just added the third Erumpent horn to the concoction, when Draco called out across the room.
"Hey, Potter! Catch!" He threw an Erumpent horn that missed Harry's head, yet landed in the potion. With an enormous 'bang!', the potion erupted. Screams echoed around the dungeon room, and Harry creaked open one of his eyes. The floor and desks were covered with green goop, and four people were on the floor, shrieking. They were badly burned, second and third degree burns. Girls were screaming, while guys tried not to vomit. Malfoy looked horrified, and tried to slink away unnoticed.
Snape was in something akin to panic, for the first time unsure of what to do. Harry looked down at his potion covered robes and found that the fiery substance hadn't left a mark. Curious though this was, he knew he'd have time to ponder it later.
Harry started walking to the closest victim, as if pulled by an unseen force, and he knelt infront of her. Before he could even figure out what was happening, pearly white tears rolled down his cheeks and started landing on her face. A few seconds later, not a trace of the burn was left. Still being controlled by this unseen force, Harry left the gaping Slytherin's side and approached a Gryffindor girl who he wasn't too familiar with. The process repeated itself, and he continued the process until it ended with the final victim, Neville. When he stood, finished, the entire class was silently watching him, unsure of what had just happened. Some had expressions of fear, others of wonder and curiosity, and others, just plain amazement.
Harry wiped the residue of the tears off his cheeks, catching the glinting pearliness. Once again, it seemed strangely familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Snape had started gesturing and trying word something, and after a few seconds of fruitless effort, managed to say "Seats. . . now. . ." The class quickly obeyed, and Ron awkwardly sat next to Harry while Hermione wouldn't stop gaping at him.
"That was quite. . . interesting, Mr. Potter," Snape finally managed, attempting to rebuild his stoic mask. "Might I ask what that was, exactly?"
*I'm not sure, sir* Harry tried to answer, but once again, it came out as something more of a song. He blanched, in panic. All the Gryffindors seemed soothed by his words, while the Slytherins had a look of pure terror on each of their faces. Harry swallowed and made another attempt. "I'm not sure, sir." He sighed in relief that it had come out right.
"I think I'm going to call the headmaster. . ." Snape muttered, and he briskly left the room. Harry groaned and put his head in his hands. Now what had he done?
~*Dumbledor's office*~
"Is that so Severus? I had a feeling that it would show itself soon. . ."
"Sir? I'm afraid that I don't know what you're talking about."
"Ms. Granger was in my office the other day and expressed concern for Mr. Potter. I believe that I have found enough evidence, though we still would need witnesses, to prove that Mr. Potter was abused over the summer."
Snape's jaw went slack for a moment, and he struggled to find his voice. "Headmaster. . . I mean. . . are you certain?"
"I'm afraid so. You see, Ms. Granger has noticed some strange changes in Harry's behavior, and what you described definitely fits the abuse theory. Professor, perhaps it's time I told you why Voldemort wanted Harry dead, and what's happening to Harry as we speak? Yes, I believe so. . . Come to my office at three o'clock, and we can discuss it over tea."
Snape nodded, still confused, and left Dumbledor's fireplace. Dumbledor sighed and ran his fingers through his long white hair, knowing that after today, Voldemort would only double his efforts at catching Harry.
Author's Notes: Sooooooo sorry that took so long! I wrote this fic while I had the flu and a temperature of 102. When I was better, and I re read chapter 1, I was like "Huh? What was I going to do with this again?" It took me a while, but I finally remembered, so I should be updating more now. Anyway, the next chapter (which I already have written) will explain what's going on with Harry and it'll set up the rest of the fic. Now, thanks goes out to:
BunnyGirl- Snape's gonna find out some new stuff in the next chapter from Dumbledor, so be sure to check back to find out what it is!
Emmasj- I used to hate Harry abuse fics too, but for some reason they're slightly addictive. . . *shrugs* Anyway, I'll keep writing!
Ash muse- Yep, Harry's started crying. Malfoy's gonna have fun with that. . . Yes, I did make up the gibbering spell, however the chant from Peeves, mostly, comes from the Harry Potter game. "Hey Potter, you're ugly, but what can you do? I'm Peeves, Potter, so you better not mess with me! If you looked in a mirror, it surely would crack! You really ought to be locked up in a zoo!" is Peeve's chant in the game, so I changed it so it would make more sense, and rhyme.
Deity- Yeah, Snape's gonna have a main role in this fic. Sirius too. I'm just not sure yet how big of a role. Heh.
Artemis Fire Mage of Golin- Thanks, chapter three is ready, I'll post it soon.
'insert blank space'- I'm assuming Ron is over 6 feet, and Hermoine is probably between 5'3" to 5'5" or 6. I'm not to sure. All in all, Harry's just supposed to be extremely short and ill.
RJLL- I'm glad you're ok with the poem. It actually describes the plot of the story, though in symbolism. It'll apply to the entire fic once it's finished.
Moonlight- there will be more Harry torture in this, probably some Sirius and Snape appearances (no, not slash). Even though I didn't show the conversation, Hermione did talk to Dumbledor, and in the next chapter, Dumbledor's gonna say a lot of important stuff.
Ice- I appreciate the fact that you gave constructive criticism rather than just a flame. I understand what you're saying, however I did say that chapter one was essential for setting up the story. It didn't have much to do with the over all events, yet it was necessary for setting up Harry's character and the mood of it.
Hermione HP- Chapter three is typed up, I'll post it up when I feel the time's right ;)
psychochick- heh, naturally Fudge wouldn't admit Voldemort's back. Lethifolds it must be, in his opinion. Nasty things, Lethifolds are. . . anyway, thanks for the encouragement, and we'll see what Fudge's roll is in this later.
Griffin- I like the name. . . Griffins are one of my favorite mythological creatures.
Kylie- Thanks, I like being different. As you can see, his tears first came into play in this chapter. There will be a lot more in the future, just not from grief.
Arizosa- Thanks! ^_^ I write to please, so I'm glad to see this is fulfilling its purpose.
Kami Potter- I'm sorry, I'm a sadistic writer. It'll get even more depressing, so all those angst and drama haters shouldn't read this, heh.
TheOnlyEvilOne- Eating fire sounds painful. . . I think I better start writing more.
FawkesnFlame- I'll post more soon, no worries. I like your name, it's cool!
Iggie- I've been reading your fic, and all I can say is OH MY GOSH! It is so good! I'll review when I finish it but. . . eep! It's so gotta go under my favs list! You are a genius!
Perc Mad Hatter- Sorry, I'm upset with my first fic and I really hate writing it. . . my sorries. Also, this isn't a continuation of it. I just mentioned it with the last update to say 'hey, this one sucks try reading this one'. I might take down Six Phoenixies, edit it, post it again, then make a sequel. I'm not sure though. . .
Ashes- thanks for the praise! It's definitely nice to receive encouragement. Next chapter will be up soon!
That's all for now, check again for chapter three!