Author's Note: Now this one just came to me while I was trying to figure out just how to write the first chapter of 'The Curse gone wrong', so I figured I would write it down as well... =)
Warning: will contain slash, though there most definitely WON'T be any mpreg; will surely have a healthy dose of Dumbledore bashing and some Molly, Ron and Ginny bashing.
Summary: Begins during summer after Harry's third year and contains spoilers for years 4 and 5, disregards books 6 and 7. Dark, but not evil, powerful, political Harry; adopted Hermione; extremely jealous Ron; self-confident Neville; fake prophecy, sane Voldemort, manipulative Dumbledore;
Pairings: Draco/Hermione; Blaize/Neville; Charlie/Tonks; Bill/Fleur...
["blah" - normal speech;
'blah' - thoughts;
::blah:: - mental communication;
~blah~ - parseltongue;
{blah} - letters, howlers and so on;]
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM! ... though I would certainly like to =)
Prologue.
[summer 1993. Privet Drive, 4]
For any normal child summer would be the favorite part of the year, but for Harry Potter it was most definitely the opposite. Why was that? Well... it actually had absolutely nothing with the boy not liking summer and pretty much everything with his revolting relatives - the Dursley family, namely his uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley. There was also aunt Petunia, who was his dead mother's older sister, but she tended to mainly ignore Harry all together. As far as Petunia Dursley was concerned, there was no such person as Harry Potter at Privet Drive, 4.
Currently the mentioned Mr. Potter was busy pulling the weeds from the garden and desperately wishing for some miracle to happen that would get him away from the horrid muggles. Mechanically pulling out yet another weed he cursed his inability to use magic during summer. It was totally unfair, since he knew full well that all of his classmates who had magical relatives could practice their magic all they wanted and he, the one who actually needed magic to defend himself from Dudley's favorite game known as 'Harry Hunting' or the occasional hit by his drunk uncle, or his visiting sister.
"Darn it!" - he muttered under his breath as he pricked his thumb on one of the rose thorns.
'I should really try and get better acquainted with the Minister... maybe then I could talk him into giving me permission to use magic during summer... That would teach those blasted muggles a lesson...' - at that thought his lips stretched into a please smile, as he imagined turning his uncle into barbecue. Finally the last weed was pulled out and the kid went back to his room.
The room Harry lived in during his stays at Privet Drive was the smallest one in the house, but even it was much more comfortable than the cupboard under the stairs he occupied for the first ten years of his life. Potter threw himself on the bed and winced as it creaked dangerously.
'Merlin, why do I have to live like this? I do have quite a lot of money in my vault. I'm pretty sure I could at the very least afford to buy myself a nice bed...' - he contemplated, as he watched his owl Hedwig clean her feathers - 'Then again, if I do buy myself new things the Dursleys will be sure to notice... and again it all comes to me being unable to do magic during summer... Hmm... Now that I think about it, I should really read more about the Wizarding World... I'm the Boy-Who-Lived for Merlin's sake, I should get at least something out of it...' The idea of using his fame to get his way didn't exactly appeal to Harry, but it looked like he really had no other choice.
[***]
Petunia Dursley hung up the phone and made an irritated groan. Marge coming together with a child was not something she expected, but there was no way out of it. She glanced at her son, who was once again playing video games and rolled her eyes - Dudley would most certainly be of no help and Vernon was out of town for the week on a golf trip with his boss and their potential new partner. That only left Harry. That idea was a good one. She glanced out of the window into the yard and did not see Harry there, which meant that the boy was already finished with the weeding. It was quite hot outside, so she poured a glass of orange juice and made a sandwich for her nephew. Mrs. Dursley then made her way upstairs to Harry's room.
"Harry, here's your lunch." - she said simply, putting the tray on the table.
The boy, who was stretched out on the bed almost jumped off the bed when his aunt came in and stared at her with a confused expression on his face:
"M-my lunch?" - he repeated after her in slight bewilderment.
Petunia chuckled lightly and nodded:
"Yes, lunch. Since Vernon is out of town for the week, I can afford to give my nephew some snacks for all the hard work that's forced on you." She smiled as the boy got up and went to eat the food with a smile on his face, a smile that was decidedly his mother's.
"Thank you, aunt Petunia." - he murmured, as he finished the sandwich.
"Now then, as much as I really dislike the woman, Marge is coming at the end of the month and is bringing along a daughter of some of her friends with her." - spoke Petunia, when Harry put down the now empty glass - "Therefore we need a room for the girl."
This made Harry stare at the woman in something akin to horror, so she hurried on:
"That means that you will have to clean up the attic. It is much bigger than this room and there are a lot of unused things there. Anything you can salvage you can keep."
Potter mentally sighed in relief at the news - he would not be forced back into the cupboard:
"When should I begin?" - he asked, seeing no reason to postpone the inevitable.
"As soon as possible." - replied his aunt - "I will unlock the cupboard and you can put your trunk there, just make sure Vernon doesn't see it. I'll say I needed the space and threw it out. I am also pretty sure there should be some things that belonged to Lily at the attic."
With that she left her nephew alone and went to try and talk some sense into her son.
Author's Note: So then, this is it for now. Make sure to leave a REVIEW and let me know what you think of it... =)