Harry Potter and the Trolls Club

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Chapter 1: Return to Privet Drive

It was a dark night at Privet Drive. All doors and windows were closed and nobody walked outside. A harsh wind blows through the street and in the news a storm warning was repeated over and over again. Suddenly, all power vanished and the street was left in a silent darkness.

In a far distance a car drove into Privet Drive. The headlights of the car brightened the rain wet street and the car stopped in front of No 4 Privet Drive. When the car doors opened a big man comes out and only a few seconds later a skinny boy with black hair followed.

"Boy! Up in your room and no freaky happenings or I will make you forget how good you have it here" yelled Uncle Vernon towards Harry.

"Yes Uncle Vernon" replied Harry. Sometimes I wish Voldemort would choose this street for his next Muggle torturing session Harry thought but carried his trunk upstairs to his small room.

He opened the loose plank in the floor and hid his wand and some school supplies in case, that the Dursley's realise they forgot his trunk and put it in the cabin under the stairs.

The room was cold and windy because of the small cracks in the wall and Harry shivered.

He decided to go to bed and to begin with his schoolwork tomorrow.

Dream

Harry lies in his bed and starred at the ceiling. Suddenly a bight light enlightened the whole room and Harry jumped up to see what happened. His wand right in his hand he walked towards the centre of the light. "Harry my boy can you hear me?" a voice goes through the light. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" Harry asked.

"I'm Gerald Potter your Grand Grand …Grandfather and I'm here in your dream to tell you some very Important things" Gerald replied.

Harry sat back on his bed and said more to himself "My god I speak with dead people".

The voice laughed. "My my I must say I can't deny that but listen my boy. In 15 days is your 16th birthday. And in our family some of us have the ability to gain more power when they come of age and reached their 16th year of life." "But I'm of age with 17." Harry replied. "That is true, but listen in the past people could become of age when they are 17 or when they are at last 15 and have no longer a legal guardian. If my Information is correct then there is no change and you are an adult since your godfather died."

"Does that mean I can do magic outside of school?" Harry asked somewhat irritated.

"Why of course, doesn't your Professor informed you about it?" Gerald asked curiously.

"He must have forgotten it" Harry answered grimly.

"But back to the topic, If you have this ability like only a few very powerful wizards of the Potter family, then you gain knowledge and much more power, but be careful it is not a pleasure to gain these abilities and only one heir of twenty generations gains this abilities.

I was the last one and so I try to prepare all my heirs since my death.

Harry awoke with his head aching and tried to comprehend his dream. "Is it true?

Can I do magic? Hmmm there is only one way to find out" Harry mumbled.

Harry sat at his desk and began to write a long letter to the ministry to confirm his discoveries.

Only 15 minutes later the reply letter arrived.

Mr. Potter

You are during your loss of your guardian indeed an adult in the magical society

All the necessary documents are enclosed.

Yours sincerely

Magret Bingers

Ministry of Magic

Wizzard Administration

"Hmm. This is a rather short letter. I wonder if they have a lot of work in the ministry at the moment." Harry grabbed his wand from its hiding place and makes his way downstairs to the kitchen to greed the Dursley's probably.