Chapter 1
P Ermz… well… this is my very first fanfic… hope u all like it!P
A fifteen, soon-to-be sixteen, year old boy with raven black hair and emerald eyes was lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling, thinking about what had happened 3 weeks before. In his thoughts were," 3 weeks before, I did not know the fact that I had to kill Voldemort because no one can. 3 week ago, Sirius was alive and kicking. 3 weeks ago, Hermione was not hurt badly by Dolohov's curse!"
Harry James Potter was thinking about the night at the Department of Mysteries, again. Hot tears began to trickle down his handsome face but he quickly wiped it away. "I won't be weak! I won't! Don't worry Sirius… I will take revenge for you. I promise."
His friends had tried owling him but Harry didn't want to read them, leaving them to collect dust at a corner of his room. Hedwig was annoyed at him at first for not reading the letters she delivered but got used to it a while later. Whenever she had a letter, she would leave it together with the others. Harry knew that in those letters, his friends would say that they understand and be sympathetic towards him. Harry wanted none of those sorts.
"They don't understand! They never will!" Harry thought.
However, that night, he was trying to occupy himself and not think about Sirius for now. He was rummaging through the letters sent to him. The usual ones, from Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore (Harry was disgusted when he saw it), Mrs. Weasley and surprisingly, Percy.
"Probably asking for forgiveness," Harry thought, but he wasn't about to forgive the third son of the Weasley's, given how he treated him last year and that letter he had written to Ron telling him to stay away from 'the freak'.
At that thought, Harry started to think," Probably Percy was right. They should stay away from him. Everybody he ever loved or cared about are all dying because of him and it was all he bloody damn fault! "
While rummaging through the letters, Hedwig flew in and purposely dropped the letter she had on his head.
"Hey! Why did you do that for?" Harry scolded; however, that snowy-white owl seemed pleased with herself after giving her owner a punishment for not opening the letters she delivered to him.
Harry picked up that damn letter and look at it. On it was a Ministry of Magic logo and below it wrote Harry James Potter, Gryffindor House, OWL Results.
"Shit. Wonder how "well" I have done," Harry thought sarcastically. "Hermione will be ecstatic if she receives hers."
With shaky hands, he opened it and read:
Harry James Potter
Gryffindor House
Below are your Ordinary Wizarding Levels results from the previous June. You are to choose the subjects you wish to take for the following year and owl the list to your Head of House. After which your booklist would be owled to you. If you have any enquiries, please direct an owl to your Head of House.
Best Wishes,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
Acceptable: 1 OWL
EE: 2 OWLs
O: 3 OWLs
Anything lower than an Acceptable is considered as fail
Transfiguration: O
Charms: O
Potions: O
Defense Against the Dark Arts: O+ (Bonus Points for your Patronus Charm) 5 OWLs
Herbology: EE
History of Magic: Acceptable
Divination: Acceptable
Care for Magical Creatures: O
Astronomy: EE
Total no. of OWLs: 23 / 27
Position in level: 2nd
Top 3 students
Top in Level: Hermione Jane Granger
2nd in Level: Harry James Potter
3rd in Level: Padma Patil
Congratulations, Mr. Potter, for you OWL results.
As Auror is your chosen career, you are advised to take the following classes:
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Transfiguration
Potions
Charms
Advance Potions
Advance Transfiguration
Advance Defense Against the Dark Arts
You are allowed to take another subject. However, you can leave the3 periods free if you like.
WOW! He looked up. He had done it. He had achieved at the classes needed to become and Auror. Not only that, he had also gotten 2nd in level. "Holy shit, have I become a nerd or something?"
For once in that summer, Harry Potter was happy. With that, he fell asleep and he dreamt.
For that bloody damn once, it wasn't about Voldemort or the night at the Department of Mysteries…
In his dreams, he saw a man with brown hair and he was wearing a cloak. He was clad in simple clothes which is brown but looks smart on him. He had a look of peace and wisdom and said with a soothing voice," Ah… young Harry, we finally meet. Master Dumbledore has talked much about you. Ah yes, the force is strong within you, I can sense it. But you need some training before you can control it. Yes, it is wild, but don't worry young one, you will learn to grasp the force quick." He smiled.
"Sorry sir, I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?" Harry asked.
With a surprised look, the man said,"Oh! I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? Well, I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi. You can call me Master Obi-Wan." "I'm a master jedi and I'm here to inform you that the next day, I'll be there to fetch you to Coruscantto train you to be a Jedi.Besides that, you are The Chosen One and you will need a lot of training to tame that wild force you have there. Coruscant is a city where you will train to become a jedi."He surveyedHarry. "You look confuse, young one." He finished.
"Well, first of all, I don't know what you're talking about. You're making me confused sir, with the jedi stuff and me being The Chosen One you just said." With this, Obi-Wan laughed. "Of course! I haven't explained it to you yet, have I? Oh my, Luke was right, I am getting old."
Harry smiled and thought that this man is very friendly and he is emitting this power that gave him a warm feeling. Obi-Wan then explained to him all about the jedi and that he was on his way becoming one and that he was the only one that has the power to defeat The Dark Lord, Darth Voldemort.
"What! Voldemort is a Jedi?" Harry said, taken aback.
"Yes, my young one. Not much of a Jedi but a Sith, as they are called." Obi-Wan said somberly.
"You see, Siths are the opposite of Jedis. Sort of like dark wizards." Obi-Wan explained.
After what seemed like a very very long explanation, Harry asked, "Master Obi-Wan, you mentioned about Dumbledore just now, have you? Is Dumbledore a jedi too?" Although Harry had not forgiven Dumbledore about keeping the prophecy from him yet, and wanted nothing to do with Dumbledore right then as his trust for that old man had decreased a hell lot since that talk they had at the end of Harry's fifth year, his curiosity got better of him.
"You're correct, young one, Dumbledore is a jedi. He's an old friend of mine. Good oldfellow he is. How's he doing? Haven't heard from him for a while now." Obi-Wan asked. "He's doing… well" Harry answered, with a hint of disgust.
Obi-Wan eyed him for a while and wanted to ask about what happened, but he decided not to probe and said" That's good to hear." "Well," he continued," You can return to you peaceful slumber then, young Harry. Good night. Sweet dreams."
And Obi-Wan disappeared.
However, Harry's dreams that night were not at all sweet.
The following day, Harry woke up and looked at his clock and it showed… 11:45am. "HOLY SHIT! I overslept. Man… I'm so dead." He thought. "Wonder why the Dursleys have not come to bang at my door."
Suddenly, he caught himself looking at someone's boots. He looked up and saw a brown-hair man smiling at him. Suddenly, all the contents of the dreams he had last night came flooding back to him. "You… you are…" Harry stuttered. "I'm Obi-Wan, the one who appeared in your dreams last night." the man told him. "Come! We have no time to waste! Pack!" Obi-Wan said. And all of Harry's things lay neatly in his trunk and with a swish, they were gone.
Back at Hogwarts, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry smiled and muttered," Good luck Harry. Learn the knowledge of the force well."