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" I just home and I already been put to work!"
Harry sneered," Home Sweet home." He spoke with great sarcasm in his tone as he tried not to snort as Harry grumbled sat cross-legged on the floor of Dudley's old room, surrounded by boxes and piles of dusty old belongings. He had been tasked with clearing out the room, which had become a storage space for the Dursleys' clutter over the years. It was a tedious job, but Harry was determined to make the most of his time at Privet Drive.
Harry's mind drifted to the fifth year at Hogwarts where everything went to shits.
His fifth year was like a Second mix with his fourth year where he was the outcast again thanks to the combination of the Incompetent Minster and the smear campaign from the Dail Prophet about him being a lying attention seeker.
The moron known as Fudge sent his lapdog to Hogwart for the teaching position of the Defense of the Dark arts but she was really there to silence him under the orders of singled him out every chance she gets ans he admit he fallen for the bait.
But she took it too far when she used that damned quill where he had to write lines saying " I must not tell a lie."
Harry smirked darkly as he recalled leaving the woman with the centaurs in the forbidden forest causing him to feel some sense of relief.
Harry then thought about the mess of the Department of Mysteries where everything went to shit when it was revealed to be trapped by Voldemort.
The reason was bad but with some good after-effects from the battle.
Some Death Eaters were killed or captured with Malory's daddy dearest being one of them and The Dark Lord was seen by the cowardly Minister who spent trying to discredit him.
The bad side was the loss of his godfather Sirius Black and the newly revealed prophecy that was now being told him.
The Prophecy was told to him by Profess Dumbledore no less but the shocker was that he knew about the whole time but decided to tell him when he was at his most vulnerable when he was barely dealing with the the fact that his godfather died.
Harry muttered grimly,'' He is sending a boy who has yet complete his magical eductation against Dark Lord with ton of experence in magic and different dark spell in his arensal. He might as well wrapped me up like gift then delivered me to Snake face." He l
Harry grumbled sat cross-legged on the floor of Dudley's old room, surrounded by boxes and piles of dusty old belongings. He had been tasked with clearing out the room, which had become a storage space for the Dursleys' clutter over the years. It was a tedious job, but Harry was determined to make the most of his time at Privet Drive.
As he sifted through old clothes, toys, and books, Harry's eyes fell upon a battered old comic book lying at the bottom of one of the boxes. He picked it up, recognizing the cover of "The Dark Knight Returns," a classic Batman story that he had read years ago.
But as he flipped through the pages, something caught his eye - a small slip of paper tucked into the spine of the book. Harry pulled it out and squinted at the faded handwriting on the page.
"Don't trust Dumbledore," it read, in his own childish scrawl.
Harry's heart skipped a beat as he read the words. He couldn't remember writing the note, but he knew it must have been from his younger self, back when he still lived with the Dursleys and had no idea about the magical world.
The note sent a chill down his spine. What did his younger self mean by "Don't trust Dumbledore?" Harry had always looked up to the Hogwarts headmaster as a mentor and father figure. He couldn't imagine why he would have written such a thing.
Feeling uneasy, Harry set the comic book aside and continued rummaging through the boxes. As he did, he came across a small box of trinkets that had belonged to Dudley. Among the knick-knacks was a collection of martial arts awards, which Harry had never seen before.
He picked up one of the medals and studied it, feeling a pang of envy. He had always been interested in martial arts, but had never had the opportunity to pursue it. It seemed strange that Dudley, of all people, would have won awards in the sport.
Harry's mind raced as he considered the implications of his discoveries. Was there something his younger self had known that he didn't? Was there a reason why Dudley, of all people, had excelled in martial arts?
With a sense of determination, Harry resolved to get to the bottom of the mystery. He tucked the note into his pocket and set the medal aside, knowing that he had stumbled upon something important.
As Harry continued to sift through the box of trinkets, his eyes fell upon another item that caught his attention. It was a small wooden box, adorned with intricate carvings of dragons and symbols that he didn't recognize.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Harry opened the box and found a stack of notebooks inside. He pulled out the first one and saw that it was a journal, written in his own handwriting. The cover was decorated with stickers and doodles, and the pages were filled with musings and drawings from his younger self.
As he flipped through the journal, Harry's eyes widened in surprise. He came across an entry dated several years ago, in which his younger self had written about a strange man in a bizarrely colorful robe who had thwarted his attempt to escape from the Dursleys.
The man had a long nose and a piercing gaze, and had claimed to be from a secret society that Harry had never heard of before. He had said that Harry was destined for great things, and that he needed to be brought back back under his control for the "Greater Good."
Harry's heart raced as he read the entry. He remembered the incident vaguely, but had never thought much of it at the time. Now, with the benefit of hindsight, he realized that the man in the colorful robe must have been a member of the wizarding world, sent to retrieve him for some unknown purpose.
The journal entry ended abruptly, with no further explanation or details about the incident. Harry felt a sense of frustration and confusion, wondering why his younger self had stopped writing about it.
Harry groaned," Trails runs cold!" He spoke with frustration in his voice as he wonder what made his younger self stop writing.
He closed the journal and set it aside, feeling a mix of emotions - fear, curiosity, and a sense of foreboding. He knew that he would have to investigate further, and try to uncover the truth about the man in the colorful robe.
Harry spoke,'' This is crazy!" He runs a hand through his hair and he wonder if these notes are even real as he wonder why don't he remembered any of these events that supposedly happened to him.
As he returned his attention to the box of trinkets, he noticed something that made his blood run cold - a stack of martial arts awards, each one bearing his own name. He couldn't believe his eyes - had he really won all of these awards without realizing it?
Harry muttered," I don't even remembered taking martial art classes." He looked so confused but his curiosity getting the better of him, Harry picked up one of the awards and examined it closely. It had his name, Harry James Potter, inscribed on it along with the date of the tournament and the name of the martial arts school.
Harry couldn't shake the feeling of unease that was settling in his stomach. He had no memory of taking martial arts classes, let alone participating in tournaments and winning awards.
As he sifted through the stack of awards, Harry's mind raced with questions. How had he won these awards? Who had trained him? And why didn't he remember any of it?
Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. It was his cousin Dudley, who had returned home from a day out with his friends.
"What are you doing in here?" Dudley demanded, eyeing the stack of awards on the bed.
"I...I found these," Harry stammered, holding up one of the awards.
Dudley snatched it from Harry's hand and examined it closely. "This is cool," he muttered, a hint of admiration in his voice.
Harry couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Dudley had always been the athletic one, the one who excelled at sports like boxing . And now, here was Harry with a stack of martial arts awards, something that should have made him feel proud and accomplished.
But instead, all he felt was confusion and a sense of unease. He knew that he had to get to the bottom of this mystery, to uncover the truth about his past and the strange skills he seemed to possess.
Harry wonder if magic was involved in this scenario which made him make a mental to look through his school books when the Dursleys go to sleep. Also Harry overheard them talking about their trip to Disneyland but he stop eavesdropping after learning that they are leaving him alone for the summer.
But one thing was certain - his summer at the Dursleys' had just become a lot more complicated due to the note he found in the comic book, the note, the journal entry and the martial art awards.
Harry spoke," I feel like I just step into something massive." He looked around the room that cluttered with stuff then he notice Dudley is not longer in the room.
The implications of these discovery hit him like a ton of bricks. He wondered if there was a connection between the note , the journal entry, awards and the strange man in the colorful robe. Was he being groomed for some kind of mission or task in the wizarding world?Harry's mind raced as he tried to make sense of the puzzle before him. He knew that he had to tread carefully and gather more information before he could make any sense of it.
Speaking of mission he thought back to the meeting he had with the Headmaster about the prophecy that the Death Eaters were after for the Dark Lord. Harry
had been shocked to learn that the prophecy contained information about him and Voldemort, and that he was the only one who could hear it.
He had been tasked with retrieving the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries, and had gone on a dangerous mission with his friends to do so. But things had quickly gone awry, and they found themselves in the midst of a battle with Death Eaters.
Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and responsibility for what had happened. He had put his friends in danger, and had ultimately lost Sirius, one of the few people in the world who had truly cared for him.
When he confronted the headmaster he wanted answers and imagined his surprised when he heard the prophecy regarding him and the dark lord.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal but he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not. For neither can live while the other survives."
Harry couldn't believe it.
There was a bloody prophecy writtened about him and the dark lord to do battle but one must win in order to complete the prophecy which caused Harry to lash out as he unleashed bottle of anger from being made an outcast in his second year , 4 th year and now 5 th year where he exxpereinced hell.
Harry wondered," I wonder if this what my younger self meant by not trusting the headmaster?'' He wonders to himself about this debacle about prophecy hat was kept hidden from him when the headmaster should have told him sooner rather then later.
Harry looked around the room then he went back to cleaning up but the new revelation is fresh on his mind.
Note: Here is the second chapter of this story and we learn some disturbing things like Harry finding out many things the supposedly belong to him but he doesn't remembered receiving them along with journey entry and a note telling him not to trust the headmaster.