Yay! I officially call this the start of Book 2! Harry Potter and the Chamber of secrets! Now, canon shall change, but the year end result will more or less be similar to canon. Probably.
I'm just fucking with you! Shit's going to change! Like I said, I've got something for Hermione this book! Gotta set her up with somebody! Now, if I'm not mistaken, there was nothing really important to be addressed from reviews, but I do have a feeling that some people are not fully understanding the situation. So, I'll clarify.
Tonks: Tonks is a first year, now second, at Hogwarts. The easiest thing to say is she is a young Tonks. It's been done, but not that often. To my knowledge.
Hermione: She will not be joining the group in the same shape that Daphne/Tracy/Tonks have joined. She'll be a friend, but nothing more.
Harry: Well, it'll be explained later. Suffice to say, with this new magic, he's learned the ability to manipulate electricity. Muggle electronics are just a bonus.
Now, I think I've covered everything. Anything left shall be explained.
On with the story.
The car drove silently through the suburbs of Little Whinging, Surrey. In the front seat, a large man, who's girth was almost too much to fit behind the wheel. In the back, a boy, with a compact build. His black messy hair extended to his shoulders, where it was bound in a simple ponytail. Despite the attempt to keep it strait, it chocked at the tie and flared outwards. In his hand was a black ball of electricity, spinning slowly, joined by tendrils connecting to his fingers. If one looked closely, they would see currents of energy running towards his watch.
"Now then, Uncle," stated the boy. His name was Harry Potter. For 10 years he had lived with this relative, hating every minute, being abused for most of the 10 years.
"You will unload my trunk and put it in Dudley's second bedroom. You will inform Petunia and Dudley of the current arrangement. In case you forgot, here it is. I will cook simply because I want to. You will not demand anything of me. In return, I will keep to myself. Agreed?" The driver, Vernon Dursly, didn't respond. Harry took it as a yes.
"Good!" he exclaimed. When the car pulled into the driveway, Harry hopped out, the electric ball of death dissipated. He glanced around, observing the street. Same houses, same yards, same cars, even the same flowers.
"Does nothing change?" he wondered. Not caring for his Uncle's grunts of effort as he tried to get the trunk out, Harry walked up to the door, stepping through. And low and behold! There was the mini-me of Vernon himself!
"There you are you freak!" exclaimed Dudley, one hand around a bag of crisps, the other in said bag.
"Yes, me. Go away porky, I'm getting something to eat," replied Harry. Dudley, stunned as to the proceedings, just stood there as Harry wedged past him, heading for the fridge.
"Ah, Vernon, about-" Petunia stopped when she saw that it was not her overweight husband in grey, but instead the 11 year old boy known as Harry Potter in a black jacket and pants, white collared shirt underneath, tucked cleanly into his black acrumantula pants, dragon hide boots covering his feet.
"Yes, it's me, Harry Potter. As Vernon is no doubt aware, I am not someone to be messed with anymore. Here's the deal: I cook because I like to. Other than that, you don't have to see me. Agreed?" Petunia huffed, her horse like face gaining a shade of red.
"Now you listen-" She was in mid rant when Dudley walked in, a mask of anger on his face.
"You can't speak to me like that you useless-" That was as far as the younger porker got. Harry idly snapped his fingers, a black spike of energy racing towards Dudley. It impacted his leg, stunning the nerves there, sending the child to the ground. Ignoring the screams of Petunia, Harry continued.
"I obviously command forces you will never know, so any attempt to stop me will be far worse than what 'didi-kins' over there experienced." Petunia squeaked, seeing the blatant command of energy Harry wielded. She knew, from her sister, that the Ministry only tracked that freakishness from their sticks. If he was using his hands, then he wasn't doing anything bad.
"Now, since we're agreed, I do believe I'll take the second bedroom as my own." Harry grabbed an apple and a bottle of water, heading upstairs. When he was at the base, he paused.
"Your leg should regain feeling later on. Don't test me, or I'll kill the nerves." With that, the recently graduated first year hiked the stairs, entering the second bedroom. He closed the door, closing the heavy black curtains with it, shrouding the room in darkness. A small bulb lit with Harry's power of electrical manipulation caused it to burn brightly. He pulled out his wand.
"Hope this works," he murmured.
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Petunia nervously walked towards the second bedroom. For the past hour there were some freakish lights coming from beneath the door, but nobody dared open it. God knows what the freak was doing. Unfortunately, dinner was approaching, and the boy did say he would cook. Hoping to spare herself an evening of work, she was selected to ask the freak.
She glanced back and forth, as if looking for spying neighbours. Somewhat confident no one would see her, she knocked. There was silence, until the freak answered.
"Come in!" he shouted, irritated. She cautiously opened the door, gasping at the sight.
Originally, the room was a pale baby blue, with yellowed boarders. The carpet was a fleshy shag variety, while the drapes were black but moth-ridden. Apparently the freak had been doing some remodeling.
The carpet was now a rich milky marble, with forest green rugs with black and silver snake designs on them covering areas. The walls were a forest green, such a cool color that they actually calmed whatever feeling of hate she had. The thick black drapes were now cleaned and looking silky, but strong. The bed was made of black wood with a similar coloured duvet and green sheets. A bookshelf made of the wood spanned one entire wall, already a few books on the shelves. The freak was actually reclining in a plush green recliner, seemingly built for his size.
"Make it quick," he muttered, turning a page. His eyes lit up at whatever he read, placing a green sticky note on the page.
"We... um... well... dinner... umm..." She continued to stutter, but Harry understood.
"I think I'm going to hold off on dinner. Let you people sort it out." He pulled out his wand, black with a glossy shield, and waved it. On his lap appeared a large pizza, topped with various cheeses and meats, hovering in place.
"I myself shall enjoy this lovely pizza." Swishing his wand, he spoke something in Latin, pushing her out of the room, if somewhat roughly. Harry waved his wand, closing the door.
He looked at his wand, smiling. "And to think, such a legal loophole exists in the Ministry. How did it go? Oh yes... 'Magic may not be performed in the presence of uninformed Muggles. Should magic be used, several rules must be followed. First, visual sight must not be made with an uneducated Muggle. Second, auditory contact must not be made with an uneducated Muggle. Third, if magic is used by a minor, secrecy wards must be in place on the home. Lacking that, the only Muggles permitted in the area are to be educated Muggles.'"
Harry smiled, remembering when he read the notice given to students, saying no magic was to be done, in accordance with ministry regulations. A quick check on an idiots version proved otherwise. He absently took a bite of his pizza. He nodded in approval.
He was taken from his enjoyment when Hedwig flew into the room, landing on a small perch. Harry noticed her ruffled appearance, a wild look in her eyes, and the letter addressed to Daphne and Tracy still around her leg.
"Again? Why can't you get the letter there?" murmured Harry. The only reason he could see it happening was that someone was intercepting his mail, or it was too dangerous for Hedwig to get there. He was guessing the former, since every letter ended up like that.
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The summer was the most relaxed in Harry's memory. The Dursly's rarely bothered him, instead only Petunia quietly asking every now and then if he could make something specific for dinner. He usually didn't comply with her requests, but nerveless he cooked.
It was nearing the beginning of the school year that he openly approached the family.
He walked into the living room, not bothering to get their attention. Instead, he shut the power off to the TV. "I'll be needing a ride into London tomorrow. I have to shop for school. Honestly, all I expect you to do is drop me off near the Starbucks and Chapters bookstore and pick me up in 6 hours. If I'm late, then you wait." With that, Harry turned out, letting the TV turn back on.
When he arrived at his room, he slumped against the wall, clenching his arm as it shook. Inwardly, he was grinning. The few times he freaked his relatives out it always had satisfaction, but ended with these uncontrollable shakes that wracked his body. He wasn't sure what they were, but he hated them. He would have them resolved this year if it killed him.
It was the next day that Harry found himself at the entrance to Diagon Alley. For some reason, it filled him with a strange satisfaction to be here. The magical world was home to him. It was where he belonged.
"Harry!" He was brought out of his musings as a familiar pink haired witch dive-bombed his neck, taking him down to the ground.
"Nice to see you to Tonks," groaned Harry, momentarily stunned from the friendly attack. After a few minutes spent getting up, he looked at the pink haired metamorph.
"So, any reason my mail didn't get sent?" he asked, a somewhat piercing glare directed at her.
"Your mail?" she retorted. "What about mine! Gerald was almost killed twice trying to get a letter to you!" Harry frowned.
"Same with Hedwig. That means someone was intercepting our mail." Tonks nodded. Who would have been intercepting the mail though?
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Harry and Tonks spun around at the shriek of a familiar violet eyed girl. What was not familiar was the fist colliding with Harry's jaw, sending him spinning in a circle before falling to the ground, his eyes rolling back into his head.
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Harry groaned, a dull yet sharp pain in his jaw. Opening is eyes, he saw he was still in the middle of the alley, but now he had Tracy leaning over him, making sure he was ok. To his left, Tonks was explaining to Daphne why her owl was almost killed for attempting to deliver a letter and why Harry didn't send her a letter.
"Ow," he muttered. Tracy's blue eyes widened.
"Daphne, he's awake. Apologize to the poor guy!" Daphne turned away from Tonks, seeing Harry was awake from her blow. It wasn't that he had been out that long, but he had been out.
"Explain why my owl was almost killed. SEVERAL TIMES! Trying to send you a letter!" she all but screamed. Harry staggered to his feet, his arms pinwheeling to steady himself.
"First... wow... It wasn't just your owl. All our owls were attacked, with unopened letters. This means somebody was intercepting our mail. Not that I tried to attack your owl." Daphne paused, seeing Tonks and Tracy nodding. Tracy had figured it out when there was a mild cut on her owl not an hour after sending the letter.
"Oh..." There was an awkward silence before she apologized. "Umm, sorry Harry. I sort of jumped to conclusions." Harry nodded.
"Only a little harm done. Now, how about shopping for school supplies?" The girls nodded, Daphne hanging back a bit. Harry understood, she more than likely felt bad about decking him in the middle of the street over a misunderstanding. Despite the misunderstanding, the Slytherin company were able to quickly make their way to the various shops, grabbing their school supplies. After an hour, they had one shop left.
"Florish and Blotts. All we need are the complete works of Gildroy Lockhart." Harry looked up from his paper, looking at the store. Outside was an enormous lineup of people, mostly women in their mid sixties, all with a collection of varying books, all with a blond haired man on the front. Harry glanced at the girls, similar looks passing between them.
"Mail order?" asked Harry. They nodded.
"Mail order," they replied. With that, the group walked quickly away, heading towards the Leaky Cauldron. When the group of four arrived at the bar, Harry ordered them all sandwiches and soup.
"So, have your relatives treated you well?" started Tonks. Harry finished a bite before answering.
"Well, when I displayed the ability to use lightning without getting caught by the ministry, they treated me quite... civilly." Harry smiled at that statement, his friends giving him a questioning look.
Harry frowned when he realized something. "We've got another 3 weeks until school starts. And I've got to stay with my relatives." He frowned. It wasn't that it would be a bad thing, but since they left him alone, it was very lonely at the Muggle house.
The four sat in silence for several minutes before Daphne's eyes widened.
"You can stay at my house!" she exclaimed. Harry turned to her. The idea had come to him briefly near the end of the school. That is, staying with any of the girls, but for some reason, Dumbledore was adamant that he reside with the Dursly's for the summer.
"Can I?" asked Harry. Daphne nodded. Turning to the other's she continued.
"In fact, my father and sister are out of the country for a month, so it's just me and my mother. You could all stay at my place!" The idea appealed to Tonks and Tracy. Getting to spend almost 11 months out of the year with each other sounded like a great idea.
So, without further adiu, they send letters to their parents, saying where they would be and that they would all be safe. Harry conveniently forgot to meet up with his uncle, leaving him to park by the pub for several hours.
[A.N.] I've decided to split this into a few chapters. Not as long as the first book, but a few chapters. Mostly because I'm going to fuck with the plot by the end of the book. Anywho, I enjoy reviews, so please, do review. Oh, and next chapter, THERE SHALL BE LEMONS!