AN: Hi there, this is my first attempt at writing fanfics, the story will be slow paced and will be long. Constructive criticisms are welcome well any reviews and feedback as long as they aren't along the lines of 'You should stop writing and hang yourself' are welcome. As I am not a citizen of The United Kingdom (though my initials are UK) any inconsistencies in places, time, weather conditions, accents and distances must be excused.

AN2: This is there-upload of A Song of thunder. I know it has been 4 years and I have since seen a lot of changes in my life. Hopefully my dedication to finishing this fic is one of them. I have combined chapters 1 and 2 as i felt they were too short initially. So new Chapters will hopefully be up soon

Disclaimer: No recognizable characters are mine and I stand to make no profit from them. So, onto the story.

Harry Potter and the Song of Thunder

The voice that beautifies the land!

The voice above,

The voice of Thunder

Within the dark cloud

Again and again it sounds,

The voice that beautifies the land.

-Anonymous

Chapter 1. Everything happens on Halloween

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal. Thank you very much. A happy Family of four. This family consisted of Vernon Dursley, the man of the house who worked at Grunnings, a company that made drills, Petunia Dursley nee Evans, homemaker, their son Dudley Dursley, aged 5 and their nephew Harry James Potter aslo aged 5. Both the kids were loved and cherished by both the Dursley's, though this wasn't the case a year ago. For until about a year ago Harry Potter was treated like a freak. He was never abused physically per se but he was never loved. All his actions were looked at with a scorn, He had to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, wear Dudley's old clothes which were five sizes too big for him and was fed scraps off the table. This was until the fateful night of October 31 1984, that is where our story truly starts.

October 31 1984

The day started out as any other with our hero being forced awake by an annoyed aunt Petunia. The four year old Harry Potter got up with a start, he had a bad dream the previous night about a man with a stick, maniacal laughter, a woman screaming and a sickly green light. The dream made him feel like he was punched in the stomach. The day even progressed as usual with Dudley and his gang practicing a newly invented game called 'Harry Hunting' which as the name suggests involves hunting Harry and beating him up, luckily Harry was a quick lad and was rarely caught and beaten. In the evening however it started to rain. It was odd since the day was sunny and now it was raining like Privet Drive had never seen before. The kids weren't allowed to go trick or treating due to the thunderstorm and it wasn't just Surrey that was drenched but the entire country. Weather reporters were going crazy due to this unexpected rainfall.

It was about seven in the evening and the Dursley family were in the living room watching the tele and Harry was doing the dishes. Suddenly Uncle Vernon barked out "Boy! After you are done with the dishes I want you to go to the backyard and close the back gate." "But Uncle Vernon it's raining badly", said Harry. "Well then you should have an umbrella with you, shouldn't you boy? The gate is rattling and it's going to keep us awake all night."

This was pretty stupid according to Harry as the thunder was louder than the tiny gate anyway but he thought it wiser not to argue with his Uncle or he might get the belt again. So, Harry took an umbrella and walked towards the backdoor, opened it with an uneasy feeling at the bottom of his stomach and walked out to close the gate. Outside, the torrential downpour showed Harry no mercy, lightning flashed, thunder crackled in the sky and the yellow stone walk to the gate was lit only by the small light of the back porch which was practically of no use to him. Little did young Harry know that walking down the yellow path would change his life forever.

The lightning was getting nearer and it illuminated the sky in a fascinating way. The wind did not help any as the umbrella Harry was carrying was blown away. Now thoroughly soaked Harry closed the gate and looked up when a mighty thunder bolt struck the boy right on his scar, he promptly fainted. A huge power surge caused the entire 5 block radius to lose power. The rain seemed to suddenly reduce down to a drizzle. Petunia, seeing the lightning rushed to the backyard, saw Harry collapsed on the ground and yelled hysterically, "Vernon! Vernon! Call an ambulance Harry has been struck by lightning!" Vernon too rushed to the backyard and saw Harry's state and immediately carried Harry across the yard to his car saying, "No, it'll be too late if we wait for an ambulance. I'll drive Harry there. You stay with Dudley," and drove Harry to the hospital.

In the middle of London deep inside the bowels of a place that couldn't be seen by most people, inside the most guarded room in the Ministry of Magic a man wearing a black hood smiled. It was not a happy smile rather the smile of a man seeing the fruits of his hard work. A tired and weary but content smile. He could sense the thunderstorm going on around him. His mission was complete. History had come full circle. For him.

It took Vernon about two minutes to reach the hospital as there was no traffic and the Hospital was nearby. The doctors took to work and worked for hours as Harry's heart rate refused to stabilize. After about two hours which even now when asked Vernon would say were the worst in his life, the doctors came out and told Vernon, "We have done our best Mr. Dursley we managed to stabilize him but he has gone into a coma. He could be in one for a day or a year or for a lifetime it's hard to tell." Vernon called home to tell Petunia the news and told her that he would be staying with Harry that night. Vernon sat beside Harry's bed and thought of all the times he degraded and badmouthed the boy these past three years and now looking at the boy unconscious in front of him made him wonder how he could not have loved the boy. That moment Vernon decided magic or not Harry was his nephew and he would not discriminate between him and his Dudley any more. Next morning after multiple assurances from the doctors that Harry would be perfectly fine in their care Vernon drove home. He saw Petunia with her red eyes and tear stained cheeks, he broke down, "It's all my fault what was I thinking sending the boy out during a thunderstorm like that. It's probably the stupidest thing I've done in my life and poor Harry is paying the price for it. Never again Petunia! I will not discriminate between Harry and our Dudley ever again." Petunia smiled thanking the Gods her husband had come to the same conclusion as her. She didn't know what she would do if Vernon had decided to continue treating Harry the same as before. He called his work to take a few days off stating there was an emergency in the family.

Petunia was beside herself with and she had never gotten along well in their childhood. Lily was the star child who could never do anything wrong in their parents' eyes. This rift was further deepened when Lily got admission to Hogwarts. She always hated that Lily could do something she could never hope to achieve. They had made up somewhat over the years and Lily was even the maid of honour at her wedding. This all came crashing down a few years later when their parents were killed by a couple of wizards, she hated everything that was magical with all her heart since but that didn't mean she hated or despised Lily. They had stopped corresponding when their parents died and she hadn't heard from Lily since except when she had sent a letter announcing Harry's birth. She hadn't been able to sleep the previous night so after putting Dudley on his bed Petunia went to the attic and searched the messy place. It took her awhile but she was able to find it, a rich earthen brown leather trunk with the name Lily Evans barely visible due to the three inches of dust on the trunk. She opened the trunk and looked inside, there was her uniform, all her books a cauldron, several now dry inkwells and many quills. She took out the books and found the one book she was hoping to find her journal. Lily had bought a magical one the first time she went shopping for her school. This one never ran out of pages and couldn't be opened by anyone else according to what Lily had told her. She spent the remainder of the night reading through the journal. Throughout the night Petunia kept asking herself if Lily would ever forgive her for treating Harry so badly. She couldn't believe that she had shoved her own nephew inside a cupboard… A Cupboard! and now Harry was in a hospital and she didn't know whether he would survive and even if he did she didn't know whether he would come out of this without some permanent damage. Petunia was never overly religious but she prayed with all her heart to whoever would listen up there to make sure Harry would get out of this safely at least so that she could make up for her mistakes.

The next few months were taxing on the Dursley's who went to the hospital daily. Petunia would be there in the mornings and Vernon stayed the nights. For nine months they watched as the boy they now thought of as a surrogate son slept not moving a muscle. They had been contacted by one Albus Dumbledore, on the next day of the incident Petunia of course recognized the name both from the multiple mentions in Lily's journal and from the letter they received along with Harry. Surprisingly it was Vernon who asked Dumbledore whether there were any magical means of curing Harry. Dumbledore said, "No, Mr. Dursley as of now no such means exist to pull a patient out of a coma, and we also do not want the ruckus young Harry's reentry to the magical world will no wonder cause." Seeing a questioning glance from Petunia he continued, "You know that Harry survived the curse meant to kill anyone in its path instantly. What you do not know is this made Harry very famous. He is now the most popular boy in Magical Britain. Should he come to our world in this state the political mayhem it would cause is not pleasant to think of. Can you imagine what all the supporters of Voldemort, still at large, would do to gain control over the boy and hand him over as a sacrificial lamb or worse a trained pawn once their master returns. Or maybe some of the more unsavory researchers experimenting on him to see how he survived the curse? No, Mr. Dursley I believe he would be safer in the muggle…er the non-magical world for now. When he wakes up we can get a magical healer to see him discreetly."

It was July 31 1985 it had been exactly nine months since Harry had that awful accident and the Dursley's had had a pivotal change in their life. It was Petunia that was beside Harry when he woke up. Petunia immediately called the doctors who rushed in and checked on Harry. In hindsight this was not such a good idea as Harry's mental state was still fragile and in a burst of accidental magic knocked the poor doctor out cold. Albus Dumbledore was immediately notified when Harry woke up not because someone sent him a letter but because of the numerous devices in his office alerting him. The doctor was finally woken up and after a few checkups they realized, Harry Potter had no memory of anything.

It had been almost a week and a half since Harry woke up. The Dursleys were with him almost the entire time. The doctors had declared that Harry was having one of the most miraculous recovery rates they had heard of much less witnessed. Right now Dr. William was talking to them about Harry's further medications in his office.

"Mrs. Dursley, Mr. Dursley", the doctor said, "Harry has had a splendid recovery this past week; he has made more progress than we expected to see in the next few months."

"What do you mean doctor? Harry can barely move his limbs", asked Petunia with a concerned face. She had been very worried when Harry was finding it difficult to even twitch his hands. Not to mention he had no recollection of anything, so she really couldn't understand what was so miraculous about Harry's recovery rate.

"You must understand Mrs. Dursley that more often than not it takes patients months to even become self-aware after waking up from being in a coma for just a couple of weeks and Harry's muscles have not been used in nine months so it really is quite understandable that it will take more than just a week to get it back to working conditions. What is miraculous though is Harry's vitals they all seem to be normal which we weren't expecting to happen for a month at least especially seeing how his heart rate kept varying when he was unconscious."

'Ah that explains it', thought Vernon and asked, "What do you suggest we do now doctor?"

"We think that Harry can be moved to the rehabilitation ward now. Though the option is usually left to the guardians."

"And what options would there be?" asked Petunia

"Well, we either move him to the rehab or you can take him home in a week or two when his muscle tone is a little better and either bring him here for regular check-ups or to your regular physician. The choice is yours."

Vernon looked at Petunia and said, "We'll need to discuss this among ourselves first. We'll inform you of our decision by tomorrow." Vernon and Petunia drove home after some more discussions with the Doctor and checked on Harry one last time who was asleep after the nurse had fed him and given him his medications. At home they had a serious discussion about the issue after Petunia had tucked Dudley in.

"I think we need to talk to Dumbledore, ask him about the magical methods available for Harry", said Vernon. He truly had come a long way from hating everything he considered abnormal. He still wasn't comfortable with magic and would probably never be but now he didn't just disregard it and frown upon it. While much of this improvement was due to Harry's accident, a large part was due to actually meeting a wizard and getting to know about their culture and magic in general. Indeed, meeting and getting to know Albus Dumbledore was a very good thing, probably the only good thing that came from Harry's accident.

Dumbledore had contacted them the day after the incident and introduced himself, after an in depth discussion with him they decided to get Harry normal treatment instead of taking him to a magical hospital right away. He had given them a small pocket mirror as a way to contact him with instructions on how to use it. They had met Dumbledore quite a few times now and Vernon and Petunia were in awe of the Headmaster when Petunia learnt how important a person he was in Magical Britain from Lily's journals. He checked up on Harry every once in a while whenever his schedule allowed him a moment of peace.

Petunia pulled out an ornate pocket sized mirror from her bag she had kept on the desk. "Albus Dumbledore", she called out.

"Ah. Petunia how can I be of service this fine evening?" asked Dumbledore whose face had appeared inside the mirror moments after Petunia had called out his name.

"Professor Dumbledore, would you please come over for a few minutes? It's regarding Harry."

"Yes of course. I shall be there in a few minutes."

Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door signalling Dumbledore's arrival. Petunia opened the door and invited Dumbledore in. They made their way into the living room where Vernon was sitting. "So, Mr. Dursley, you wanted to speak with me regarding young Harry?" asked Dumbledore once they were seated on the comfortable sofa.

"Please professor, call me Vernon."

"Only if you would call me Albus. I have enough people calling me professor as it is", said Dumbledore with a chuckle. It was a familiar banter they exchanged every time they met.

"Yes, well the doctors think that Harry has recovered enough to go to rehabilitation and start the physical therapy. They suggested that if money was an issue we could bring Harry home or else he could continue the therapy in the hospital", Vernon said. Petunia added, "Well money is not an issue but we wanted to know if any magical methods can help Harry better than just physical therapy."

"Alas! I am not a qualified healer to give you a definite answer for that question. As far as I know there are a few methods we can try to bring Harry's memories back but I am not too sure of the adverse effects of being in a long term coma. What I think might be the better course of action is to get Harry from the hospital and have a healer take a look at him. We cannot take him to St Mungo's for obvious reasons but I think I can have a healer brought here, that is, if there is no objection from you", Dumbledore said.

"Yes, I think that's a good idea. What about you Petunia?" Vernon asked after having thought about the pros and cons of that in his head. It seemed like a good idea and if it didn't work out they could always get him admitted to a normal hospital again.

"Yes dear, I think it's a great idea. We can always admit him back to a hospital if this does not work", Petunia said unknowingly voicing Vernon's thoughts making him smile. Vernon had really thinned down the past few months, he still was by no stretch of imagination lean; he was still bulky but not overly fat anymore. Albus smiled fondly at the couple in front of him. He never gave much thought to Minerva's concern over placing Harry at the Dursleys; he realised how true her concerns were when they told him of their treatment of Harry the past three years he was in their care. He was almost ready to take Harry out of their custody because, blood protection or not, he would not allow any boy to grow up in an abusive house. The only reason he did not was because he saw the look of pure agony on Petunia's face and the anguish on Vernon's. Some passive probing of their minds suggested that the emotions were very true, he could also see the steely determination in their eyes to never treat Harry like that ever again. He still saw the lingering fear of magic but he knew that would go when they realized how wonderful the world of magic truly was. So, Albus Dumbledore took it upon himself to get to know the couple better. He visited Harry and the Dursley's quite often and had taken quite a liking to young Dudley. The boy was no longer a spoilt brat when he realized that crying wouldn't get him everything and now though he was still a far cry from polite he was on his way there. He had told the Dursley's all about the war and how James and Lily played a very important part in it. He told them of how he suspected that Lily's love was powerful enough not only to stop but also turn one of the darkest curses known to mankind, back on the caster. He told them of Harry's title as the boy-who-lived and what it meant for him when he re-entered the wizarding world. He told them about his suspicions of Voldemort being in a sort of limbo right now and finally he told them about the blood wards surrounding the house and how it would keep them safe from any wizard with hostile intentions. The best part of these was that the hostiles would not even realize that the wards existed until the crossed the boundary from which they would be expelled at speeds that would make the fastest broom look like a snail and it was dependent on the wizards magical power so the more powerful the wizard the easier it would be for the wards to expel him. This of course led to the much more serious topic of how brooms could fly and the most important topic of all- quidditch.

Being a sports fanatic and a former rugby player himself, Vernon was understandably curious. Ever since he had decided to keep an open mind on magic he saw how wonderful and dangerous the magical world truly was and what would have happened if his treatment of Harry had continued. He had learnt of their preferred methods to travel and thought that either most wizards didn't have common sense or they actually liked uncomfortable methods of transport, as being rotated at many miles per hour surrounded by flames didn't sound convenient at all. He also learned a lot of the magical world from Petunia who read Lily's journal.

Petunia read through Lily's journal, for most part it contained the daily routines of how she thought her class was, rants about how that obnoxious prat James Potter and his 'boy band' had pranked Severus or some other Slytherin. Petunia read through all the feelings contained in the book, she saw how Lily actually had a crush on James but would never admit it or she might hurt Severus. She had come up to fifth year and she actually felt the stress of the OWLs.

After his parents explained why Harry was in the Hospital, Dudley decided that he would take care of Harry no matter what. Well that was after his parents forbade him from calling him a 'fweak'. He didn't know what it meant of course but that was what he always called Harry and his dad used to encourage it too. Now his dad had told him that he wouldn't get any chocolates ever again if he did. He liked Harry and the thought of no chocolates did scare him but there was something about this Harry on the bed, something different from the freak in the cupboard. He didn't know how to put it but this Harry was brighter.

Vernon and Petunia had decided that once Harry returned home they would shift him to the guest room and rename Dudley's second bedroom as the guest room. Petunia cringed at the thought of Dudley's second bedroom. Giving TWO bedrooms to her son while shoving Harry under the stairs, into a cupboard? She was beginning to think that Vernon and she were possessed by some evil spirit, she had even asked Professor . At least she hoped so, as she didn't want to accept that it was all Vernon and her. They decided to redecorate the gues- Harry's room to make it more homely and after moving some furniture and repainting the walls which Vernon did himself, Harry's room was ready. It now had rich cream walls and a lush brown carpet and bed.

Another week passed and for Harry's part he was feeling better, he had just regained his ability to form sentences well enough and had formed a friendship with a boy lying on the next bed, a short Indian boy called Pavan who had been diagnosed with an inflated heart. He could now recognize and remember people and the nurse was helping him to try and move his muscles as much as possible. He still had to be fed and carried to the loo but according to the doctors he was nearly there. He was set to return home a few days later. He liked the idea of returning home and he didn't know what it was like. He loved his aunt Petunia, his uncle Vernon and his older brother Dudley and couldn't wait to be with them.

The day they were scheduled to leave Vernon and Petunia found Harry sobbing. Petunia's heart broke seeing the child cry. She asked "Harry dear, why are you crying?"

"It's Pavan", said Harry crying even louder.

"What happened?", Vernon asked the nurse, who was trying to console Harry, rather curtly.

"The boy, Pavan, had a cardiac arrest and passed away before we could move him to the operation theater. Harry saw the whole thing", replied the nurse she too Vernon noticed was on the verge of tears and the only reason she was not crying was because she was afraid that it might cause Harry to cry even more. Harry had a very high fever now due to all the crying and he was eventually lulled to sleep by Petunia and the nurse.

"You might want to let him stay here for the weekend or at least until his fever reduces". the nurse added cautiously. She was intimidated by Vernon's burly structure.

"No we'll take him as soon as the fever reduces. A change of environment is exactly what he needs", said Petunia, "Thank you for your concern though." She really was grateful to the nurse for taking such good care of Harry.

The next day the couple had filled all the necessary forms at the reception, paid the bill and were ready to take Harry home. They went to the ward to find Dr. William and the nurse there. Vernon thanked the doctor once again for the great care the Hospital had offered. "Please Mr. Dursley we were just doing our job and if you really want to thank someone, thank her", he said pointing at the nurse, "She was there with Harry almost as much as Mrs. Dursley was."

"You have our eternal gratitude Miss...?", Petunia told the nurse, she was actually a bit astonished she didn't know the nurse's name after all the time she had spent in the same ward with her.

"Samantha," she answered, "Samantha Flamel."

AN: Yes, I know the Dursley's seem out of character but hear me out, the reasons the Dursleys are acting this way are 1. They are not inherently bad; it's the situations that made them treat Harry the way they did not that they were right. 2. If you see a person in mortal danger and if it is even indirectly your fault your survivor's instinct kicks in and you start blaming yourself, unless you are a sadist which we have established that the Dursleys are not. There is also a third reason some of you may have caught on to it but it will be explained further in the story.

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