Serena cherry:Well if I get enough reviews I will make another two
prequels before, for 1st and 2nd year, this and a sequel. Sorry if you
don't like it, I will be explaining things later on such as Harry being
what she is and stuff. I promise I'm not going to hide any info from you,
so don't fret! AND DO NOT FLAME ME FOR HARRY BEING A GIRL! I'VE WARNED U
PLENTY OF TIMES!
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Harry Potter and the PRISONER OF Azkaban
Privet drive was a perfectly normal street,with perfectly normal people,and perfectly normal lives-that is until you came to a certain house fit snugly in the square.
Four Privet drive,two houses away from number six,looked to be a perfectly normal house, but it held secrets within it that were the most magical and mystical you had ever heard of, one's of which were definitely not suited for any, what we call, normal person.
A young girl lived here,no I'm not talking about the fat whale,that is a boy, no matter how fat his chest gets, his stomach is always bigger.
At first sight of her, you would quickly think her queer.She had hair that would suite a lovely demon, and yet she had the enchanting eyes of a fallen angel.Her skin was as pale as the full moon, even though she could be seen working in the garden for hours under the sun,her whole body skinny and unhealthy;yet, she was beautiful.Full rose bud lips, as feathery to the touch as any quill,and a voice that was as beautiful as church bells;and yet, could be as loud as a banshee.
Harry Potter was a very strange girl in many ways as I have told you.For one thing, she hated the summer holidays more than any other time of of the year;and, she liked to do her homework, but had to do it in secret in the dead of night.
Also Harry Potter was a witch.
A famous witch at that,for not only was she a mix breed, (I'll explain later on) , she had defeated Voldemort ,the most feared dark wizard of all time, at the age of one.
Sighing tiredly for the sixth time that night, she rubbed the bridge of her nose, and lightly drove her eagle featherhead quill down the page of a book, propped open on her pillow,(a history of magic by Bartha Bagshot)Witch burnings in the 18th century was useless to find.
Stopping at the top of a likely looking paragraph she pushed her glasses up and read;
Non-magical people,(more commonly know as muggles),used to believe witches and wizards where evil - in fact they commonly would burn them.
Now when they did catch a real witch they - the which that is - would just have to put a freezing spell, and pretend to shriek in pain, while enjoying a nice tingling sensation. Indeed Wendelin the Wired allowed herself to be caught only 47 time in various disguises.
From that it went on explaining on different topics such as orders and such.
Smiling for the first time in a long time, Harry started to write down what she read - stopping every so often to listen if the Dursley's were coming, because if they heard the screech of her quill on their way to the bathroom, she would be in for the beating of her life.
Harry shivered as she wrote down a certain line that she read.
"And even though children from the age 11 up were often trained in magic, smaller, more unexperienced youth would usually burn."
It didn't help her any that she wasn't to have her stuff - she had snuck it out of the cupboard under the stairs, when the Dursley's went to see their new car and loudly compliment on it -but she also had to take breaks on full moons for she would transform then, (I will also explain this. I explain everything later on), - of course, the Dursley's knew this, they kicked her out every time she did. She would take a wolfsbain potion she had made, so she wouldn't harm anyone in which it made her completely harmless - though not unless she wanted to harm someone, which was very unlike; but, she was tempted a few times to take a nick out of her cousin.
Harry sighed once finished writing, knowing that in a week she would have to go out of the house again. In a week the full moon would be up.
Suddenly, she heard a tapping at her window. Looking over, she was surprised to see three owls herded at her window. Jumping when she heard a beeping sound, she looked over to her clock to see that it was 12:03; and, she just remember - it was her birthday.
She shook her head in amusement. She had forgotten her birthday, weather it be because of her sleepiness; or, the fact she had been studying so hard.
She made her way across her room, and opened the window as silently as she could, as it squeaked, and let the large birds in.
She quickly picked up the middle one, which had been carried by the other two, who she discovered to be Errol - a poor old bird that had been owned by the Weasley's for years, who had a large parcel that obviously was to big for him, and some letters. The other two had left their burdens and and taken their leave out her window.
Before she could open her presents, or put poor Errol in Hedwig's cage, Hedwig, his own female snowy owl, could be seen just beyond the lamp post, before gliding in. Harry smiled, while putting Errol down, who opened a foggy eye, and gave a exhausted hoot that was clearly a thank you and began to greedily gulp water down.
She turned back to Hedwig, her eyes gleaming with more pride than the birds was, and quickly relieved her of the parcel, which earned her an affectionate nip from the white bird, before it opened its great wings, and flapped over to her cage, where it crawled in and joined Errol.
Harry looked down. She hadn't recognized one of the two owls that had made their leave, but he had recognized the other. It surly was a Hogwarts owl.
Deciding to open Errol's package first, she quickly plopped down on the bed, half out of sleepiness and half out of excitement, and ripped off the already torn brown paper, and found a present wrapped carefully in gold, and her first ever birthday card.Two pieces of paper fell out of the card - a letter and a news paper clipping.
The clipping had obviously come out of the wizarding news paper, the 'Daily Prophet',as the people in the black and white picture were moving.Harry picked up the clipping, smoothed it out, and read in bold letters:
Ministry of Magic Employee Scoops Grand Prize Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts at the Ministry of Magic, has won the annual 'Daily Prophet' grand prize Galleon Draw. We Interviewed Mrs.Weasley, who was more then glad to tell us about what they were doing with the prize. "We will be spending the gold on a summer holiday in Egypt, where our eldest son, Bill, works as a curse breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank" The Weasley family will be spending a month in Egypt, returning for the start of the new school year at Hogwarts School, which five of the Weasley children currently attend.
Harry smiled as she looked to the Weasley's, who each were waving furiously up at her, standing in front of a large square pyramid. Plump Mrs. Weasley; Tall and slowly balding Mr. Weasley; six sons; and one daughter, all with flaming red hair,(Harry knew that even though the picture was black and white, as it was a trait of the Weasley family),quickly, Harry spotted Ron, tall with big hands,ears, and feet, with his pet rat, Scabbers on his shoulder, one arm slung around his younger sister Ginny.
Quickly, Harry put the picture down and opened the letter that was written in Ron's untidy scrawl,"
Dear Harry, Happy B-day!
Look, I'm really sorry about that telephone call, I hope the Muggles didn't give you a hard time. I asked Dad and he reckons I shouldn't have shouted . It's amazing here in Egypt. Bill's taken us around all the tombs and stuff and you wouldn't believe the curses those old Egyptian wizards put on them. Mum wouldn't let Ginny come in the last one. There were all these mutant skeletons in there, of muggles who'd broken in and grown extra heads and stuff.
I couldn't believe it when Dad won the Daily Prophet Draw. Seven hundred galleons! Most of it's gone on this trip, but they're going to buy me a new wand for next year.
Harry paused to let a smile creep on her face as she thought of how Ron had broken his wand the year before at Hogwarts. He had been horrified enough when they had crashed into the Whooping Willow, a magical tree on the school grounds of Hogwarts, but he had almost had a heart attack when he found his wand snapped in half splintering pieces with a bit of unicorn hair sticking out at the end.
Shaking from the memory of his face she chuckled and read on.
We'll be back about a week before term starts and we'll be going up to London to get my wand and our new books. Any chance of meeting you there? Don't let those muggles get you down! try to come to London, Ron.
P.S:Percy's Head Boy. He got the letter last week. Been boasting about it ever since.
Harry smiled, and looked back down to the photograph, which held the Weasley family. Indeed Percy Weasley stood high, and strong, his chin sticking up proudly and chest puffed out to show a shining prefect badge.
Turning to the present, she unwrapped it. Inside lay what looked like a miniature glass spinning top, there was a another note from Ron beneath it.
Harry - this is a pocket sneakoscope. If their is someone untrustworthy around, it's supposed to light up and spin. Bill says it's rubbish, sold for wizard tourists, and isn't reliable, because it kept lighting up at dinner last night. But he didn't realize Fred and George had put beetles in his soup. Turned out real nasty but was a funny sight. Specially when mum found out.
Ron.
Harry set it down on her table staring at it with a smile, before turning back towards the other gifts.The next was from Hermione.
Dear Harry, Ron wrote to me and told me about his phone call to your Uncle Vernon. I do hope you're all right.
I'm on holiday in France at the moment, and I didn't know how I was going to send this to you - what if they'd opened it at customs? - but then Hedwig turned up! I think she wanted to make sure you got something for your birthday for a change."
Harry paused to look over to the happy owl.
"Thanks Hedwig,"she whispered. The bird looked up from where it was nipping at Errol and gave a hoot. Turning back to the letter Harry continued to read.
"I bought your present by owl-order;there was an advertisement in the Daily Prophet,(I've now got it delivered; it is so good to keep up with what's going on in the wizarding world), Did you see that picture of Ron and his family a week ago? I bet he's learning loads. I'm really jealous - the ancient Egyptian wizards were fascinating.
There's some interesting local history of witchcraft here too.
Harry chuckled slightly and shook her head going on to the next paragraph.
Ron says he's going to be in London in the last week of the holidays. Can you make it? Will your aunt and uncle let you come? I really hope you can. If not, I'll see you on the Hogwarts Express on September first! Love from,
Hermione.
P.S Ron says Percy's Head Boy. I bet Percy's really pleased. Ron doesn't seem to happy about it.
She smiled and was about to take the Hogwarts letter, but was surprised when an old gray tawny owl came gliding in. He looked very old, but still had the power of any good owl.
Kneeling down Harry looked at him, before taking the parchment off his leg.
Opening the letter she read:
Dear Aryante,(Harry Flinched at the mention of her real name), I happen to be the new D.A.D.A teacher for this year. I do hope I can meet you on the Hogwarts train. My name is Remus Lumpkin, I used to be a friend of your father. I have heard of your condition of being a werewolf,(Harry flinched), and have no grudge against it, as I am one myself.
Yet you seemed to have come though with a brake though of being a Animagus; even though, you are a werewolf, and was wondering if you could teach me. Dumbledor told me of you wanting to meet some other wolves in the forest; and, I would agree to show you a pack that I knew in the years that I lived at Hogwarts.
Sincerely, R.Lumpkin
Blinking, Harry looked in amazement. Had a teacher, one that was to be the D.A.D.A at that, just say he knew her parents? Well he must have, she didn't hear many people call her that name, ever since she had wished to abandon it. It sent shivers down her spine, bringing back memories of when her mother had called her so. She gulped.
She suddenly wasn't feeling so good.
Harry jumped in surprise by a snort from Dudley's bedroom - It must have been late at night for the crescent moon was high in the sky shining down on her room.
Taking off her glasses and putting away her things - loose floor boards under the bed - she lay her head on her pillow, and was lulled to sleep by a beautiful, but eerie song that was inhuman from outside her room... ~~~~~
"GIRL, GET UP, RIGHT NOW!"yelled her uncle outside the door.Groaning she got out of bed and walked out of her room.
"What took you so long?!"hissed her uncle, grabbing her arm roughly, and she whimpered.Her mark was the mark of a werewolf - and it always hurt to be tampered with.
"I..I just got up,"she whispered.
"Just got up!I SHOULD have Know!"roared her uncle angrily, throwing her against the wall."Get down there, go on!"
A bit shaken, she got up on her feet, she quickly scrambled down the stairs and started cooking the breakfast, while listing to her aunt.
"Yes black..yes..thank you..bye bye,"and with that, her aunt spun around after hanging up the phone and hissed,"What?!
"Nothing aunt Petunia,"she whispered and continued on making breakfast.As Harry finished making her relatives breakfast, she served it; and, was there just in time to catch the ending of a report,"-People are to be warned that Black is armed and dangerous.If seen, you are to call the special hot line.Now for fish and game-"
She looked up to see a man - a gaunt face with eyes that bored into her like nails,reminding her painfully of some one,accompanied by long matted hair.
She would have stared longer if it hadn't been for the reporter coming back on the screen talking about Fish and Game.
The rest of the report was drowned out by her uncle's enraged roars,"They didn't even tell us where the blasted man escaped from!HE could be walking up our street right now!"
As if expecting something sinister to happen, Petunia looked out the window.Harry knew that her aunt was hoping for the murderer to come, for she would love to call the hot line.
"Well I'm off to get, Marge,"Vernon said, and Petunia nodded lazily.Suddenly, the clash of glass meeting a tiled floor met their ears,glass flinging onto the table woke them out of their daze.
Vernon stood up so fast that it knocked over his chair, and growled between clenched teeth,"What do you think you are DOING!?"
"I..I..,"her voice choked knowing that she was going to be beat.Deciding to not care, and try to stand up for herself, she said in a stern voice,"I accidentally dropped my glass.I...Is Aunt Marge realy coming over?"
Even though she was not blood related to her, she still had to call her Aunt Marge.Marge was Uncle Vernon's sister,big and beefy, just like him, and even had the mustache to accompany her, except it wasn't as bushy.She lived in the country, raising one kind of animal.Bulldogs.
She had been horrible,and agreed the punishments the Dursley's gave Harry were good.Harry still remembered the very few times she had visited and lets say that it wasn't too pleasant.
"Harry,"rang a little voice like her own in her head,"Can I please tell now.I know it's serious.And I know your in trouble."
"No Athena,"she said back."I have to take care of this myself.I promise its not as bad as you-"
Thwack!
Harry shook her head out of her dazed way, now on the floor back to the wall, a ringing in her ears, while her cheek throbbed along with the back of her head.
Her Uncle lowered his fist,huffing and puffing angrily as he watched the little girl pick herself up.
"Rules,"he said,"You speak only when spoken to,you stay out of the way,and you don't mention your...abnormality.To Marge you go to St.Brusis school for incredibly criminal girls."
Harry swallowed the insults, she dearly wanted to throw at her uncle, and nodded angrily hoping to get on his good side for him to sign her letter.
"Dudly,"he said turning around,"Do you want to come?"
Dudly - who had been watching eagerly to see if Harry was going to get a beating, went back to what he had done before.Watching the telly.
"No,"he said as two women on Jerry Springer started to yell each other out, while taking off their clothes.
"Yes my wittle Dudders has to learn about how bad some women are. Yes he does."Petunia started to coo lovingly, looking with foggy eyes towards her 'Dudders',"Oh Vernon, some day my little boy is going to be out of the house, and all grown up, and won't need us any more."She quickly took a hanky out, and dabbed her eyes.
"Well if you don't mind, I'm going to get Marge,"he straightened his jacket and promptly walked out.
Harry getting an idea trekked behind him in hopes of him listening to him.
"Don't think I'm taking you!"he hissed.
"Like I'd want to go,"she said coolly before she could catch herself.
Vernon stopped mid way putting on his coat and stared at her,then got an angry demeanor.
"Don't you talk to me that way, or you'll find yourself going in for a beating,"he said threateningly.
Harry smiled sweetly and said,"Well you see third years at my school get to go to Hogsmade."
"So what do I care?"he asked grabbing his keys.
"Well I need you to sign my form,"she said quickly eying him hopefully.She did ,though ,have a plan B.
"And why would I want to sign some retched form of yours?!"he snarled.
Harry took a deep breath and explained,"Well It'll be hard to remember what school I'm suppose to go to-ST.Watsits-"
"St.Berutts Center for incredibly Criminal Girls!"he hissed and Harry was delighted to hear a definite note of panic.
"Exactly. It is a lot to remember,"she said in a shruggy voice, her hands twisting nervously behind her back,"I could...let something accidentally slip."
"You better not,"said her uncle grabbing her and slamming her against the wall,"Or you'll get the stuffing knocked out of you."
"Knocking the stuffing out of me won't make Aunt Marge forget what I might say,"said Harry breathlessly, for the air had been knocked out of her."But."she continued, quickly, seeing her uncle raise a fist angrily,"If you sign my form, I promise to act normal and know which school I go to."
Vernon's eye twitched but he put doun his fist with a frustrated sigh.
"Fine.BUT if you put ONE toe out of line you will never see the light of day again!"
Harry nodded, knowing perfectly well he meant he wouldn't ever let her return to Hogwarts again.
Once Uncle Vernon had taken his leave, Harry briskly walked upstairs, only to be called by her aunt.
"Yes aunt Petunia,"she said sadly.
"You are to clean that filthy room of yours. Get all your abnormality out of their, and get rid of that filthy bird,"she paused as if thinking of more stuff for her to do and then added,"and chase off that mangy mutt! I will not stand having that thing in my garden."
"Hey Hedwig,"she whispered to her owl lovingly, a sad note in her soft voice,"You have to leave,go to Hermione's she doesn't have a owl.I promise that I will meet you at Hogwarts..."
She stopped with a choked sob.Hedwig cooed and landed on her shoulder, wrapping a wing about her head.
It was very hard for Harry to go without Hedwig. She had the bird ever since she had started her school, and she hadn't planned on parting from her so soon. It was the only thing in the house that kept her sane.
Having Hedwig balance on her arm as she walked over to the window, she reluctantly opened it and stared at Hedwig, before stretching her arm out the window to let the bird make its way to flight. Hedwig didn't even look back.
Sighing shakily, she sniffed and rubbed some tears off her cheeks that had made their way down. There were only two times in her life she remembered crying, the night she lay in her bed after she was told the truth about her parents, and the time that 'he' died. She shivered.
(A.N: Please do not go saying 'HE' is Cridic, and complain that he dies in Harry's fourth year; because, I'm not talking about him. Again , if you would like me to have another two stories about her other two years for this, then tell me, and I will see what I can do.*Smiles*)
Something suddenly quivered in the corner of her eye. She snapped her head around to catch the last strands of black hair disappearing behind the wall to the alleyway.
Leaning out her window she tried to get a better view, unsuccessfully; and, after seeing that she would most likely fall out before she would see anything, she quickly made her way down stairs, taking great care in making sure her Aunt would not hear her, and made her way over the hedge and to the alley next to her house.
"Hello?"she whispered as she walked in the dead end alleyway, not taking too long to reach the wall that made it an enclosed space, minus the way she came in,"Is . . . is anybody here?"
Seeing nobody, she turned around and gasped in fright.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Serena cherry:OK now, now, now, I know it is a bad place to end, but if I get enough reviews, I'll be happy to put up the next chapter. Lets say. . . if I get four reviews*begs* I'll work on the next chapter. REMEMBER U NEED TO REVIEW EVEN IF IT IS A FLAME.
Now for Her name. U would notice that I had mentioned her name earlier, Aryante, I used the name HARRY so not to confuse anybody but I will warn u now that I will be using her real name in further chapters. PLEASE DO NOT GIVE ME A FLAME SAYING WHY IS HARRY'S NAME THE SAME AS WHEN SHE IS A HE.
If U do not like Harry as a girl, well to bad. I made her that way, and had warned u perfectly clear more than once that Harry is a girl.
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Harry Potter and the PRISONER OF Azkaban
Privet drive was a perfectly normal street,with perfectly normal people,and perfectly normal lives-that is until you came to a certain house fit snugly in the square.
Four Privet drive,two houses away from number six,looked to be a perfectly normal house, but it held secrets within it that were the most magical and mystical you had ever heard of, one's of which were definitely not suited for any, what we call, normal person.
A young girl lived here,no I'm not talking about the fat whale,that is a boy, no matter how fat his chest gets, his stomach is always bigger.
At first sight of her, you would quickly think her queer.She had hair that would suite a lovely demon, and yet she had the enchanting eyes of a fallen angel.Her skin was as pale as the full moon, even though she could be seen working in the garden for hours under the sun,her whole body skinny and unhealthy;yet, she was beautiful.Full rose bud lips, as feathery to the touch as any quill,and a voice that was as beautiful as church bells;and yet, could be as loud as a banshee.
Harry Potter was a very strange girl in many ways as I have told you.For one thing, she hated the summer holidays more than any other time of of the year;and, she liked to do her homework, but had to do it in secret in the dead of night.
Also Harry Potter was a witch.
A famous witch at that,for not only was she a mix breed, (I'll explain later on) , she had defeated Voldemort ,the most feared dark wizard of all time, at the age of one.
Sighing tiredly for the sixth time that night, she rubbed the bridge of her nose, and lightly drove her eagle featherhead quill down the page of a book, propped open on her pillow,(a history of magic by Bartha Bagshot)Witch burnings in the 18th century was useless to find.
Stopping at the top of a likely looking paragraph she pushed her glasses up and read;
Non-magical people,(more commonly know as muggles),used to believe witches and wizards where evil - in fact they commonly would burn them.
Now when they did catch a real witch they - the which that is - would just have to put a freezing spell, and pretend to shriek in pain, while enjoying a nice tingling sensation. Indeed Wendelin the Wired allowed herself to be caught only 47 time in various disguises.
From that it went on explaining on different topics such as orders and such.
Smiling for the first time in a long time, Harry started to write down what she read - stopping every so often to listen if the Dursley's were coming, because if they heard the screech of her quill on their way to the bathroom, she would be in for the beating of her life.
Harry shivered as she wrote down a certain line that she read.
"And even though children from the age 11 up were often trained in magic, smaller, more unexperienced youth would usually burn."
It didn't help her any that she wasn't to have her stuff - she had snuck it out of the cupboard under the stairs, when the Dursley's went to see their new car and loudly compliment on it -but she also had to take breaks on full moons for she would transform then, (I will also explain this. I explain everything later on), - of course, the Dursley's knew this, they kicked her out every time she did. She would take a wolfsbain potion she had made, so she wouldn't harm anyone in which it made her completely harmless - though not unless she wanted to harm someone, which was very unlike; but, she was tempted a few times to take a nick out of her cousin.
Harry sighed once finished writing, knowing that in a week she would have to go out of the house again. In a week the full moon would be up.
Suddenly, she heard a tapping at her window. Looking over, she was surprised to see three owls herded at her window. Jumping when she heard a beeping sound, she looked over to her clock to see that it was 12:03; and, she just remember - it was her birthday.
She shook her head in amusement. She had forgotten her birthday, weather it be because of her sleepiness; or, the fact she had been studying so hard.
She made her way across her room, and opened the window as silently as she could, as it squeaked, and let the large birds in.
She quickly picked up the middle one, which had been carried by the other two, who she discovered to be Errol - a poor old bird that had been owned by the Weasley's for years, who had a large parcel that obviously was to big for him, and some letters. The other two had left their burdens and and taken their leave out her window.
Before she could open her presents, or put poor Errol in Hedwig's cage, Hedwig, his own female snowy owl, could be seen just beyond the lamp post, before gliding in. Harry smiled, while putting Errol down, who opened a foggy eye, and gave a exhausted hoot that was clearly a thank you and began to greedily gulp water down.
She turned back to Hedwig, her eyes gleaming with more pride than the birds was, and quickly relieved her of the parcel, which earned her an affectionate nip from the white bird, before it opened its great wings, and flapped over to her cage, where it crawled in and joined Errol.
Harry looked down. She hadn't recognized one of the two owls that had made their leave, but he had recognized the other. It surly was a Hogwarts owl.
Deciding to open Errol's package first, she quickly plopped down on the bed, half out of sleepiness and half out of excitement, and ripped off the already torn brown paper, and found a present wrapped carefully in gold, and her first ever birthday card.Two pieces of paper fell out of the card - a letter and a news paper clipping.
The clipping had obviously come out of the wizarding news paper, the 'Daily Prophet',as the people in the black and white picture were moving.Harry picked up the clipping, smoothed it out, and read in bold letters:
Ministry of Magic Employee Scoops Grand Prize Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts at the Ministry of Magic, has won the annual 'Daily Prophet' grand prize Galleon Draw. We Interviewed Mrs.Weasley, who was more then glad to tell us about what they were doing with the prize. "We will be spending the gold on a summer holiday in Egypt, where our eldest son, Bill, works as a curse breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank" The Weasley family will be spending a month in Egypt, returning for the start of the new school year at Hogwarts School, which five of the Weasley children currently attend.
Harry smiled as she looked to the Weasley's, who each were waving furiously up at her, standing in front of a large square pyramid. Plump Mrs. Weasley; Tall and slowly balding Mr. Weasley; six sons; and one daughter, all with flaming red hair,(Harry knew that even though the picture was black and white, as it was a trait of the Weasley family),quickly, Harry spotted Ron, tall with big hands,ears, and feet, with his pet rat, Scabbers on his shoulder, one arm slung around his younger sister Ginny.
Quickly, Harry put the picture down and opened the letter that was written in Ron's untidy scrawl,"
Dear Harry, Happy B-day!
Look, I'm really sorry about that telephone call, I hope the Muggles didn't give you a hard time. I asked Dad and he reckons I shouldn't have shouted . It's amazing here in Egypt. Bill's taken us around all the tombs and stuff and you wouldn't believe the curses those old Egyptian wizards put on them. Mum wouldn't let Ginny come in the last one. There were all these mutant skeletons in there, of muggles who'd broken in and grown extra heads and stuff.
I couldn't believe it when Dad won the Daily Prophet Draw. Seven hundred galleons! Most of it's gone on this trip, but they're going to buy me a new wand for next year.
Harry paused to let a smile creep on her face as she thought of how Ron had broken his wand the year before at Hogwarts. He had been horrified enough when they had crashed into the Whooping Willow, a magical tree on the school grounds of Hogwarts, but he had almost had a heart attack when he found his wand snapped in half splintering pieces with a bit of unicorn hair sticking out at the end.
Shaking from the memory of his face she chuckled and read on.
We'll be back about a week before term starts and we'll be going up to London to get my wand and our new books. Any chance of meeting you there? Don't let those muggles get you down! try to come to London, Ron.
P.S:Percy's Head Boy. He got the letter last week. Been boasting about it ever since.
Harry smiled, and looked back down to the photograph, which held the Weasley family. Indeed Percy Weasley stood high, and strong, his chin sticking up proudly and chest puffed out to show a shining prefect badge.
Turning to the present, she unwrapped it. Inside lay what looked like a miniature glass spinning top, there was a another note from Ron beneath it.
Harry - this is a pocket sneakoscope. If their is someone untrustworthy around, it's supposed to light up and spin. Bill says it's rubbish, sold for wizard tourists, and isn't reliable, because it kept lighting up at dinner last night. But he didn't realize Fred and George had put beetles in his soup. Turned out real nasty but was a funny sight. Specially when mum found out.
Ron.
Harry set it down on her table staring at it with a smile, before turning back towards the other gifts.The next was from Hermione.
Dear Harry, Ron wrote to me and told me about his phone call to your Uncle Vernon. I do hope you're all right.
I'm on holiday in France at the moment, and I didn't know how I was going to send this to you - what if they'd opened it at customs? - but then Hedwig turned up! I think she wanted to make sure you got something for your birthday for a change."
Harry paused to look over to the happy owl.
"Thanks Hedwig,"she whispered. The bird looked up from where it was nipping at Errol and gave a hoot. Turning back to the letter Harry continued to read.
"I bought your present by owl-order;there was an advertisement in the Daily Prophet,(I've now got it delivered; it is so good to keep up with what's going on in the wizarding world), Did you see that picture of Ron and his family a week ago? I bet he's learning loads. I'm really jealous - the ancient Egyptian wizards were fascinating.
There's some interesting local history of witchcraft here too.
Harry chuckled slightly and shook her head going on to the next paragraph.
Ron says he's going to be in London in the last week of the holidays. Can you make it? Will your aunt and uncle let you come? I really hope you can. If not, I'll see you on the Hogwarts Express on September first! Love from,
Hermione.
P.S Ron says Percy's Head Boy. I bet Percy's really pleased. Ron doesn't seem to happy about it.
She smiled and was about to take the Hogwarts letter, but was surprised when an old gray tawny owl came gliding in. He looked very old, but still had the power of any good owl.
Kneeling down Harry looked at him, before taking the parchment off his leg.
Opening the letter she read:
Dear Aryante,(Harry Flinched at the mention of her real name), I happen to be the new D.A.D.A teacher for this year. I do hope I can meet you on the Hogwarts train. My name is Remus Lumpkin, I used to be a friend of your father. I have heard of your condition of being a werewolf,(Harry flinched), and have no grudge against it, as I am one myself.
Yet you seemed to have come though with a brake though of being a Animagus; even though, you are a werewolf, and was wondering if you could teach me. Dumbledor told me of you wanting to meet some other wolves in the forest; and, I would agree to show you a pack that I knew in the years that I lived at Hogwarts.
Sincerely, R.Lumpkin
Blinking, Harry looked in amazement. Had a teacher, one that was to be the D.A.D.A at that, just say he knew her parents? Well he must have, she didn't hear many people call her that name, ever since she had wished to abandon it. It sent shivers down her spine, bringing back memories of when her mother had called her so. She gulped.
She suddenly wasn't feeling so good.
Harry jumped in surprise by a snort from Dudley's bedroom - It must have been late at night for the crescent moon was high in the sky shining down on her room.
Taking off her glasses and putting away her things - loose floor boards under the bed - she lay her head on her pillow, and was lulled to sleep by a beautiful, but eerie song that was inhuman from outside her room... ~~~~~
"GIRL, GET UP, RIGHT NOW!"yelled her uncle outside the door.Groaning she got out of bed and walked out of her room.
"What took you so long?!"hissed her uncle, grabbing her arm roughly, and she whimpered.Her mark was the mark of a werewolf - and it always hurt to be tampered with.
"I..I just got up,"she whispered.
"Just got up!I SHOULD have Know!"roared her uncle angrily, throwing her against the wall."Get down there, go on!"
A bit shaken, she got up on her feet, she quickly scrambled down the stairs and started cooking the breakfast, while listing to her aunt.
"Yes black..yes..thank you..bye bye,"and with that, her aunt spun around after hanging up the phone and hissed,"What?!
"Nothing aunt Petunia,"she whispered and continued on making breakfast.As Harry finished making her relatives breakfast, she served it; and, was there just in time to catch the ending of a report,"-People are to be warned that Black is armed and dangerous.If seen, you are to call the special hot line.Now for fish and game-"
She looked up to see a man - a gaunt face with eyes that bored into her like nails,reminding her painfully of some one,accompanied by long matted hair.
She would have stared longer if it hadn't been for the reporter coming back on the screen talking about Fish and Game.
The rest of the report was drowned out by her uncle's enraged roars,"They didn't even tell us where the blasted man escaped from!HE could be walking up our street right now!"
As if expecting something sinister to happen, Petunia looked out the window.Harry knew that her aunt was hoping for the murderer to come, for she would love to call the hot line.
"Well I'm off to get, Marge,"Vernon said, and Petunia nodded lazily.Suddenly, the clash of glass meeting a tiled floor met their ears,glass flinging onto the table woke them out of their daze.
Vernon stood up so fast that it knocked over his chair, and growled between clenched teeth,"What do you think you are DOING!?"
"I..I..,"her voice choked knowing that she was going to be beat.Deciding to not care, and try to stand up for herself, she said in a stern voice,"I accidentally dropped my glass.I...Is Aunt Marge realy coming over?"
Even though she was not blood related to her, she still had to call her Aunt Marge.Marge was Uncle Vernon's sister,big and beefy, just like him, and even had the mustache to accompany her, except it wasn't as bushy.She lived in the country, raising one kind of animal.Bulldogs.
She had been horrible,and agreed the punishments the Dursley's gave Harry were good.Harry still remembered the very few times she had visited and lets say that it wasn't too pleasant.
"Harry,"rang a little voice like her own in her head,"Can I please tell now.I know it's serious.And I know your in trouble."
"No Athena,"she said back."I have to take care of this myself.I promise its not as bad as you-"
Thwack!
Harry shook her head out of her dazed way, now on the floor back to the wall, a ringing in her ears, while her cheek throbbed along with the back of her head.
Her Uncle lowered his fist,huffing and puffing angrily as he watched the little girl pick herself up.
"Rules,"he said,"You speak only when spoken to,you stay out of the way,and you don't mention your...abnormality.To Marge you go to St.Brusis school for incredibly criminal girls."
Harry swallowed the insults, she dearly wanted to throw at her uncle, and nodded angrily hoping to get on his good side for him to sign her letter.
"Dudly,"he said turning around,"Do you want to come?"
Dudly - who had been watching eagerly to see if Harry was going to get a beating, went back to what he had done before.Watching the telly.
"No,"he said as two women on Jerry Springer started to yell each other out, while taking off their clothes.
"Yes my wittle Dudders has to learn about how bad some women are. Yes he does."Petunia started to coo lovingly, looking with foggy eyes towards her 'Dudders',"Oh Vernon, some day my little boy is going to be out of the house, and all grown up, and won't need us any more."She quickly took a hanky out, and dabbed her eyes.
"Well if you don't mind, I'm going to get Marge,"he straightened his jacket and promptly walked out.
Harry getting an idea trekked behind him in hopes of him listening to him.
"Don't think I'm taking you!"he hissed.
"Like I'd want to go,"she said coolly before she could catch herself.
Vernon stopped mid way putting on his coat and stared at her,then got an angry demeanor.
"Don't you talk to me that way, or you'll find yourself going in for a beating,"he said threateningly.
Harry smiled sweetly and said,"Well you see third years at my school get to go to Hogsmade."
"So what do I care?"he asked grabbing his keys.
"Well I need you to sign my form,"she said quickly eying him hopefully.She did ,though ,have a plan B.
"And why would I want to sign some retched form of yours?!"he snarled.
Harry took a deep breath and explained,"Well It'll be hard to remember what school I'm suppose to go to-ST.Watsits-"
"St.Berutts Center for incredibly Criminal Girls!"he hissed and Harry was delighted to hear a definite note of panic.
"Exactly. It is a lot to remember,"she said in a shruggy voice, her hands twisting nervously behind her back,"I could...let something accidentally slip."
"You better not,"said her uncle grabbing her and slamming her against the wall,"Or you'll get the stuffing knocked out of you."
"Knocking the stuffing out of me won't make Aunt Marge forget what I might say,"said Harry breathlessly, for the air had been knocked out of her."But."she continued, quickly, seeing her uncle raise a fist angrily,"If you sign my form, I promise to act normal and know which school I go to."
Vernon's eye twitched but he put doun his fist with a frustrated sigh.
"Fine.BUT if you put ONE toe out of line you will never see the light of day again!"
Harry nodded, knowing perfectly well he meant he wouldn't ever let her return to Hogwarts again.
Once Uncle Vernon had taken his leave, Harry briskly walked upstairs, only to be called by her aunt.
"Yes aunt Petunia,"she said sadly.
"You are to clean that filthy room of yours. Get all your abnormality out of their, and get rid of that filthy bird,"she paused as if thinking of more stuff for her to do and then added,"and chase off that mangy mutt! I will not stand having that thing in my garden."
"Hey Hedwig,"she whispered to her owl lovingly, a sad note in her soft voice,"You have to leave,go to Hermione's she doesn't have a owl.I promise that I will meet you at Hogwarts..."
She stopped with a choked sob.Hedwig cooed and landed on her shoulder, wrapping a wing about her head.
It was very hard for Harry to go without Hedwig. She had the bird ever since she had started her school, and she hadn't planned on parting from her so soon. It was the only thing in the house that kept her sane.
Having Hedwig balance on her arm as she walked over to the window, she reluctantly opened it and stared at Hedwig, before stretching her arm out the window to let the bird make its way to flight. Hedwig didn't even look back.
Sighing shakily, she sniffed and rubbed some tears off her cheeks that had made their way down. There were only two times in her life she remembered crying, the night she lay in her bed after she was told the truth about her parents, and the time that 'he' died. She shivered.
(A.N: Please do not go saying 'HE' is Cridic, and complain that he dies in Harry's fourth year; because, I'm not talking about him. Again , if you would like me to have another two stories about her other two years for this, then tell me, and I will see what I can do.*Smiles*)
Something suddenly quivered in the corner of her eye. She snapped her head around to catch the last strands of black hair disappearing behind the wall to the alleyway.
Leaning out her window she tried to get a better view, unsuccessfully; and, after seeing that she would most likely fall out before she would see anything, she quickly made her way down stairs, taking great care in making sure her Aunt would not hear her, and made her way over the hedge and to the alley next to her house.
"Hello?"she whispered as she walked in the dead end alleyway, not taking too long to reach the wall that made it an enclosed space, minus the way she came in,"Is . . . is anybody here?"
Seeing nobody, she turned around and gasped in fright.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Serena cherry:OK now, now, now, I know it is a bad place to end, but if I get enough reviews, I'll be happy to put up the next chapter. Lets say. . . if I get four reviews*begs* I'll work on the next chapter. REMEMBER U NEED TO REVIEW EVEN IF IT IS A FLAME.
Now for Her name. U would notice that I had mentioned her name earlier, Aryante, I used the name HARRY so not to confuse anybody but I will warn u now that I will be using her real name in further chapters. PLEASE DO NOT GIVE ME A FLAME SAYING WHY IS HARRY'S NAME THE SAME AS WHEN SHE IS A HE.
If U do not like Harry as a girl, well to bad. I made her that way, and had warned u perfectly clear more than once that Harry is a girl.
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