The Letter
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but this fic!
Harry Potter stared out of his window on fourth Privet Drive and sighed. He looked at the empty streets outside and waited. Fifty eight.. Fifty-nine.. Sixty! It was his sixteenth birthday! Not that it mattered. The Dursleys have never given him any presents (unless you count toothpicks and socks as presents) preferring to leave that job to his friends at his so called "freak school" if he had any that is.
At the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, his friends seemed a little distanced from him. He had just ignored it as a trick of his mind but now he was not so sure. Usually he would have tons of letters from his friends as they knew how lonely it was here but this summer he had not gotten a single one.
The last time something like this had happened was when Dobby, a house-elf, had been stopping his mail but he was sure that was not the case this time. He sighed again and silently chided himself for wallowing in self-pity. He wondered if his friends had forgotten him. Some friends they are. He thought bitterly, you'd think that they are the same as the Dursleys, forgetting about my birthday.
He watched the night sky in misery until a movement caught his eye. He squinted at it through his glasses as it came closer and closer. Realizing it was an owl, he quickly jumped aside to let it come through.
The owl itself was a magnificent sight. Harry wasn't sure if he's ever seen one like this before. It had black feathers with a deep dark blue layered around the edges. Its chest was a silvery white color that seemed to glow in the darkness. The head was black and its eyes were a deep emerald green that seemed a tad wiser for a mere bird.
~A tad wiser or a mere bird is right. I am not a mere bird ~
You can speak!?
~Of course *snorts* I am a shape-shifter. Actually a bird-shifter is more accurate since I can only shift into different kinds of birds. My name is Shadow and I am pleased to meet you, Master~
Master! But I am not your master!
~You are now my master. I am a gift from my former master to you. Speaking of my former master, I have a message from him~
Let me see and by the way please call me Harry.
~Very well, Harry~
-_-_-
Child, I hope you like my gift. Please take care of him. I know you're friends are ignoring you and before you make any assumptions, I am not stopping any letters.
They didn't write any in the first place. Let me tell you why. Your friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger are romantically involved with each other. Miss Granger is currently staying with Mr. Weasley at the Burrow. The reason they did not send any letters is that they were too busy with each other to remember you. Now before you start having any reaction, don't forgive them too easily. They are not worth it.
Think about this: they are staying happily at the Burrow and enjoying their summer while you are stuck at your relatives' house. Most importantly, they couldn't even find time to tell you least of all, write any letters! What kind of friends would do that! Let me tell you something.
Today is your sixteenth birthday and you have come of age and into your Inheritance. Your inheritance is the power that runs in you family line. A person inherits the power when they are old enough (coming of age). The Potter bloodline, no matter what you think or what people may tell you, is a very powerful one, even more powerful than the Malfoys or the four founders themselves.
Now before you say that I'm crazy, it's the truth and not many knows of this fact. Actually only the Potters know of this. Hear me child; do not let this fact get out for secrecy is why we have managed to escape being marked by the Dark Lord.
This is not known and it is only pure luck that Voldemort killed my son or as you can say, your father. Yes you got that right, I am your grandfather and that's why I know these things. Every pureblood family has at least one magical creature's blood in their veins, which makes that part something.
Usually there's a main creature they take after and in the Malfoys' case, its veela. That's where they got their beauty. When you are part something, you take the creature's good points and not their weaknesses. The Potter line is an unusual case as over the years, we merge with lots of different kinds of creatures.
We do not have a main creature so in our case we inherit from all the creatures, which made us very powerful. Even if a Potter has not come into the Inheritance, we are still more powerful than a normal wizard or witch. And it's that power that protected you from the killing curse along with your mother's sacrifice of course.
Now you may wonder if that is the case, then why didn't James survive? It's because you are the only one in the new generation and that's why all the power goes to you. James has lots of cousins and the power that resides in the blood has to divide among them so James as one didn't have a lot of power.
Now as Voldemort killed all of your relatives except for me, there will be no one else in your generation so all the power goes to you. Now as every witch or wizard comes into inheritance, there's an over rush of power that makes you dizzy. Because you're power is great, you will most likely black out for a few hours. The only reason you have not done so is because this letter has a stabilizing spell on it and once you let go, you will lose consciousness.
There are lots of things you need to know about the Potters and I cannot talk about it in a letter. On shadow's neck, there is a chain. It is a portkey and will activate only when a Potter t ouch it. You may pack your things, as you will not be staying with the muggles anymore. The portkey will bring you to Potter Manor.
Another thing before I end this letter, prepare for a shock when you look at the mirror when you wake up. As your newly formed magical powers get used to you, your power needs a body that will be able to hold the power and you will see changes in your body (mostly to the good side). Since your power magnitude is huge, I'm sure you'll be a hunk when you wake up.
Cheers, Your grandfather, Harrison Seth Potter
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but this fic!
Harry Potter stared out of his window on fourth Privet Drive and sighed. He looked at the empty streets outside and waited. Fifty eight.. Fifty-nine.. Sixty! It was his sixteenth birthday! Not that it mattered. The Dursleys have never given him any presents (unless you count toothpicks and socks as presents) preferring to leave that job to his friends at his so called "freak school" if he had any that is.
At the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, his friends seemed a little distanced from him. He had just ignored it as a trick of his mind but now he was not so sure. Usually he would have tons of letters from his friends as they knew how lonely it was here but this summer he had not gotten a single one.
The last time something like this had happened was when Dobby, a house-elf, had been stopping his mail but he was sure that was not the case this time. He sighed again and silently chided himself for wallowing in self-pity. He wondered if his friends had forgotten him. Some friends they are. He thought bitterly, you'd think that they are the same as the Dursleys, forgetting about my birthday.
He watched the night sky in misery until a movement caught his eye. He squinted at it through his glasses as it came closer and closer. Realizing it was an owl, he quickly jumped aside to let it come through.
The owl itself was a magnificent sight. Harry wasn't sure if he's ever seen one like this before. It had black feathers with a deep dark blue layered around the edges. Its chest was a silvery white color that seemed to glow in the darkness. The head was black and its eyes were a deep emerald green that seemed a tad wiser for a mere bird.
~A tad wiser or a mere bird is right. I am not a mere bird ~
You can speak!?
~Of course *snorts* I am a shape-shifter. Actually a bird-shifter is more accurate since I can only shift into different kinds of birds. My name is Shadow and I am pleased to meet you, Master~
Master! But I am not your master!
~You are now my master. I am a gift from my former master to you. Speaking of my former master, I have a message from him~
Let me see and by the way please call me Harry.
~Very well, Harry~
-_-_-
Child, I hope you like my gift. Please take care of him. I know you're friends are ignoring you and before you make any assumptions, I am not stopping any letters.
They didn't write any in the first place. Let me tell you why. Your friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger are romantically involved with each other. Miss Granger is currently staying with Mr. Weasley at the Burrow. The reason they did not send any letters is that they were too busy with each other to remember you. Now before you start having any reaction, don't forgive them too easily. They are not worth it.
Think about this: they are staying happily at the Burrow and enjoying their summer while you are stuck at your relatives' house. Most importantly, they couldn't even find time to tell you least of all, write any letters! What kind of friends would do that! Let me tell you something.
Today is your sixteenth birthday and you have come of age and into your Inheritance. Your inheritance is the power that runs in you family line. A person inherits the power when they are old enough (coming of age). The Potter bloodline, no matter what you think or what people may tell you, is a very powerful one, even more powerful than the Malfoys or the four founders themselves.
Now before you say that I'm crazy, it's the truth and not many knows of this fact. Actually only the Potters know of this. Hear me child; do not let this fact get out for secrecy is why we have managed to escape being marked by the Dark Lord.
This is not known and it is only pure luck that Voldemort killed my son or as you can say, your father. Yes you got that right, I am your grandfather and that's why I know these things. Every pureblood family has at least one magical creature's blood in their veins, which makes that part something.
Usually there's a main creature they take after and in the Malfoys' case, its veela. That's where they got their beauty. When you are part something, you take the creature's good points and not their weaknesses. The Potter line is an unusual case as over the years, we merge with lots of different kinds of creatures.
We do not have a main creature so in our case we inherit from all the creatures, which made us very powerful. Even if a Potter has not come into the Inheritance, we are still more powerful than a normal wizard or witch. And it's that power that protected you from the killing curse along with your mother's sacrifice of course.
Now you may wonder if that is the case, then why didn't James survive? It's because you are the only one in the new generation and that's why all the power goes to you. James has lots of cousins and the power that resides in the blood has to divide among them so James as one didn't have a lot of power.
Now as Voldemort killed all of your relatives except for me, there will be no one else in your generation so all the power goes to you. Now as every witch or wizard comes into inheritance, there's an over rush of power that makes you dizzy. Because you're power is great, you will most likely black out for a few hours. The only reason you have not done so is because this letter has a stabilizing spell on it and once you let go, you will lose consciousness.
There are lots of things you need to know about the Potters and I cannot talk about it in a letter. On shadow's neck, there is a chain. It is a portkey and will activate only when a Potter t ouch it. You may pack your things, as you will not be staying with the muggles anymore. The portkey will bring you to Potter Manor.
Another thing before I end this letter, prepare for a shock when you look at the mirror when you wake up. As your newly formed magical powers get used to you, your power needs a body that will be able to hold the power and you will see changes in your body (mostly to the good side). Since your power magnitude is huge, I'm sure you'll be a hunk when you wake up.
Cheers, Your grandfather, Harrison Seth Potter