I Magus
'So it had finally come down to this,' Harry thought, as he sat at his desk and stared out the window. Finally, he knew what he had to do; he knew what his purpose was.
Kill or be killed. 'Well,' he thought to himself, 'Right now it looks like I will be killed since I don't even have the strength to kill Voldemort.' Harry glanced over at the clock. 'One minute to my Birthday,' he thought. In the normal world wizarding and muggle, a birthday, no less a 16th Birthday, would mark a milestone for any young man or woman; but for Harry it was just another miserable day in a string of miserable days. He had written faithfully to the Order every 3 days as he had promised but other than that, he had not heard from anyone. 'Hrummph,' he thought, everyone probably thought he needed space and wanted to be alone. However, truth be told, he resented being locked back in his summer prison, even if it was "For his own good." Certainly, he did want some space right now; he did not know how long it would take him to get over Sirius's death. Nevertheless, at the same time he really wanted to someone to talk to. He had so many thoughts clouding his mind of late. Would he live? Would Voldemort live? He did not know what to make of the Prophecy. Professor Dumbledore had tried to explain it to him at the end of last term after the Department of Mysteries Fiasco. However, Sirius had just died and he was in no mood to listen to the aged Headmaster. Yes, he had been very angry at the time but he had cooled off since then. At first, he continually blamed himself but had finally come to see that the one being who was solely responsible for all those deaths and all that destruction was Voldemort. Voldemort had to be stopped, he knew it was his purpose, his destiny. Yet, he felt uneasy about the whole thing idea. Voldemort was so extremely powerful, after all. Harry knew that he did not have that kind of power...yet. He had written to Dumbledore earlier that evening to relay both his regrets and forgiveness and to give him those thoughts he had. Harry came to a decision then and there, in order to protect himself and those around him, he needed power, and he needed it now. He thought about the line in the prophecy...power the Dark Lord knows not. What did that mean exactly? 'Well,' he thought, there was no more reason to think about anymore tonight, it was just now midnight. 'Happy Birthday to me' Harry closed his eyes and slept.
Harry awoke the next morning to his Aunt Petunia pounding on his door. "Wake up you lazy, good for nothing," she screamed.
"I'm awake," he groaned as politely as he could. He glanced over at his clock, it read 6:30. He hurriedly showered and got ready for yet another day of misery in the Dursley household. 'How odd' he mused, 'In the wizarding world, I'm famous as either a hero or a lunatic. Yet in the normal world, I'm a slave worse off than a house elf and considered a criminal by my own flesh and blood.' Harry had decided that the universe sure had a sense of humor as he went to make his "family" their breakfast. On a side, note at least Mad-eye's threats had at least ensured a more filled belly this summer.
"Hurry with my breakfast boy," Vernon complained.
"It's almost ready," Harry replied.
"You had better be grateful that those freaks," he hissed the word, "Are probably watching the house, boy, other wise, I'd let you know who's boss."
"Yes, Uncle," Harry said, "I'm very grateful to both of you for Dudley's cast offs and day old food from my family," he replied sarcastically. Vernon glared at Harry menacingly but remembered that they most likely were not alone, so simply let it goes at that.
After Harry finished cooking and cleaning up the morning dishes, he returned to his room as his Aunt ordered him to. To his surprise, two owls were waiting to be let in. One large brown owl, obviously a school owl, sat perched beside a snowy white barn owl, his beloved Hedwig. 'Perhaps this is Dumbledore's reply to my letter,' he thought as he untied the thick envelope from the school. Sure enough, it was a letter from the school. The second letter that Hedwig carried was from the school as well. 'Strange,' he thought. He gave the school owl a treat and sent it on its way and then gave a treat to Hedwig as he brought her in and stroking her feathers as she lovingly snipped his fingers.
Harry, first opened the bigger envelop with the Hogwarts official Hogwarts Crest emblazoned on the front.
To: Mr. Harold James Potter
Dear Mr. Potter,
Enclosed are the results from your O.W.L. exams. As you can see you did very, very well. Please fill out the enclosed form with the N.E.W.T classes you wish to take and owl them back within 2 days. Also, please be advised that your ban from Quidditch has been lifted and your position as team seeker has been fully restored.
Also, be advised that as senior team member, the position of Captain falls to you. Congratulations. I know you will lead our house to another victory. The Hogwarts Express will leave King's Cross at the usual time and place: 1 September at 11:00 A.M at platform 9 and ¾.
Once again, congratulations. I will see you on the first.
Sincerely, Professor M. McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry looked at the second page that had his test results excitedly.
O.W.L. Results for Mr. Harold James Potter
O = Outstanding, 2 O.W.L.s awarded EE = Exceeds Expectations, 1 O.W.L. awarded AVG = Average, 1 O.W.L. awarded D = Dreadful, no O.W.L. awarded T = Terrible, no O.W.L awarded and must repeat class
Charms = O
Defense Against The Dark Arts = O+1
Potions = O
History of Magic = D
Transfiguration = O
Divination = D
Care of Magical Creatures = EE
Astronomy= EE
Herbology= EE
Total O.W.L.s Awarded = 12 out of 15
Mr. Potter, as you may have noticed you received an extra O.W.L. in DADA. This was because you received the highest recorded score ever, in the history of Hogwarts, when you cast a corporeal Patronus in your DADA practical.
Once again, congratulations
Professor M. McGonagall.
'WOW!' exclaimed Harry, '12 O.W.L's, and Quidditch Captain to boot. Wait until I tell Ron and Hermione about this.' Harry then turned to open the next letter from the school.
Dear Harry,
I'm pleased that you have taken the time to think about everything that has happened to you over the last few years, but there is so much more to explain to you. Alas, far too much, I fear to put into a letter that may be intercepted. Please find an enclosed Port Key that will take you directly to my office at the school at precisely 6:00 P.M. this evening. Please pack all your things and bring them as well, you will not be returning to the Dursley's again this year or perhaps ever. I have much more to tell you, my young friend, but it must wait until this evening, so I will see you then.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore P.S. Oh, and Happy Birthday, Harry.
Harry stood up and looked around his room at 4 Privet Drive. Everything he owned was already packed in his trunk, and he and Hedwig were standing by to leave for good. To avoid any kind of an argument with his relations, he left them a note, thanking them for their hospitality and care and informed them that he would never be returning to their home. Harry grasped the small lemon drop that Dumbledore had sent as a Port Key and looked at the clock 5:59 and 50 seconds. He popped the Lemon Drop into his mouth and began a silent countdown. As soon as he reached a ten count, he felt the familiar tug behind his navel and he and belongings appeared in the Headmaster's office with a rush of wind. "Welcome home, Harry," said Dumbledore from behind his desk; the ever- present twinkle in his eyes was brighter than ever as he grinned over to him.
A/n Thanks to my BETA Missy Watts for editing for me. And to you the readers for your reviews.
'So it had finally come down to this,' Harry thought, as he sat at his desk and stared out the window. Finally, he knew what he had to do; he knew what his purpose was.
Kill or be killed. 'Well,' he thought to himself, 'Right now it looks like I will be killed since I don't even have the strength to kill Voldemort.' Harry glanced over at the clock. 'One minute to my Birthday,' he thought. In the normal world wizarding and muggle, a birthday, no less a 16th Birthday, would mark a milestone for any young man or woman; but for Harry it was just another miserable day in a string of miserable days. He had written faithfully to the Order every 3 days as he had promised but other than that, he had not heard from anyone. 'Hrummph,' he thought, everyone probably thought he needed space and wanted to be alone. However, truth be told, he resented being locked back in his summer prison, even if it was "For his own good." Certainly, he did want some space right now; he did not know how long it would take him to get over Sirius's death. Nevertheless, at the same time he really wanted to someone to talk to. He had so many thoughts clouding his mind of late. Would he live? Would Voldemort live? He did not know what to make of the Prophecy. Professor Dumbledore had tried to explain it to him at the end of last term after the Department of Mysteries Fiasco. However, Sirius had just died and he was in no mood to listen to the aged Headmaster. Yes, he had been very angry at the time but he had cooled off since then. At first, he continually blamed himself but had finally come to see that the one being who was solely responsible for all those deaths and all that destruction was Voldemort. Voldemort had to be stopped, he knew it was his purpose, his destiny. Yet, he felt uneasy about the whole thing idea. Voldemort was so extremely powerful, after all. Harry knew that he did not have that kind of power...yet. He had written to Dumbledore earlier that evening to relay both his regrets and forgiveness and to give him those thoughts he had. Harry came to a decision then and there, in order to protect himself and those around him, he needed power, and he needed it now. He thought about the line in the prophecy...power the Dark Lord knows not. What did that mean exactly? 'Well,' he thought, there was no more reason to think about anymore tonight, it was just now midnight. 'Happy Birthday to me' Harry closed his eyes and slept.
Harry awoke the next morning to his Aunt Petunia pounding on his door. "Wake up you lazy, good for nothing," she screamed.
"I'm awake," he groaned as politely as he could. He glanced over at his clock, it read 6:30. He hurriedly showered and got ready for yet another day of misery in the Dursley household. 'How odd' he mused, 'In the wizarding world, I'm famous as either a hero or a lunatic. Yet in the normal world, I'm a slave worse off than a house elf and considered a criminal by my own flesh and blood.' Harry had decided that the universe sure had a sense of humor as he went to make his "family" their breakfast. On a side, note at least Mad-eye's threats had at least ensured a more filled belly this summer.
"Hurry with my breakfast boy," Vernon complained.
"It's almost ready," Harry replied.
"You had better be grateful that those freaks," he hissed the word, "Are probably watching the house, boy, other wise, I'd let you know who's boss."
"Yes, Uncle," Harry said, "I'm very grateful to both of you for Dudley's cast offs and day old food from my family," he replied sarcastically. Vernon glared at Harry menacingly but remembered that they most likely were not alone, so simply let it goes at that.
After Harry finished cooking and cleaning up the morning dishes, he returned to his room as his Aunt ordered him to. To his surprise, two owls were waiting to be let in. One large brown owl, obviously a school owl, sat perched beside a snowy white barn owl, his beloved Hedwig. 'Perhaps this is Dumbledore's reply to my letter,' he thought as he untied the thick envelope from the school. Sure enough, it was a letter from the school. The second letter that Hedwig carried was from the school as well. 'Strange,' he thought. He gave the school owl a treat and sent it on its way and then gave a treat to Hedwig as he brought her in and stroking her feathers as she lovingly snipped his fingers.
Harry, first opened the bigger envelop with the Hogwarts official Hogwarts Crest emblazoned on the front.
To: Mr. Harold James Potter
Dear Mr. Potter,
Enclosed are the results from your O.W.L. exams. As you can see you did very, very well. Please fill out the enclosed form with the N.E.W.T classes you wish to take and owl them back within 2 days. Also, please be advised that your ban from Quidditch has been lifted and your position as team seeker has been fully restored.
Also, be advised that as senior team member, the position of Captain falls to you. Congratulations. I know you will lead our house to another victory. The Hogwarts Express will leave King's Cross at the usual time and place: 1 September at 11:00 A.M at platform 9 and ¾.
Once again, congratulations. I will see you on the first.
Sincerely, Professor M. McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry looked at the second page that had his test results excitedly.
O.W.L. Results for Mr. Harold James Potter
O = Outstanding, 2 O.W.L.s awarded EE = Exceeds Expectations, 1 O.W.L. awarded AVG = Average, 1 O.W.L. awarded D = Dreadful, no O.W.L. awarded T = Terrible, no O.W.L awarded and must repeat class
Charms = O
Defense Against The Dark Arts = O+1
Potions = O
History of Magic = D
Transfiguration = O
Divination = D
Care of Magical Creatures = EE
Astronomy= EE
Herbology= EE
Total O.W.L.s Awarded = 12 out of 15
Mr. Potter, as you may have noticed you received an extra O.W.L. in DADA. This was because you received the highest recorded score ever, in the history of Hogwarts, when you cast a corporeal Patronus in your DADA practical.
Once again, congratulations
Professor M. McGonagall.
'WOW!' exclaimed Harry, '12 O.W.L's, and Quidditch Captain to boot. Wait until I tell Ron and Hermione about this.' Harry then turned to open the next letter from the school.
Dear Harry,
I'm pleased that you have taken the time to think about everything that has happened to you over the last few years, but there is so much more to explain to you. Alas, far too much, I fear to put into a letter that may be intercepted. Please find an enclosed Port Key that will take you directly to my office at the school at precisely 6:00 P.M. this evening. Please pack all your things and bring them as well, you will not be returning to the Dursley's again this year or perhaps ever. I have much more to tell you, my young friend, but it must wait until this evening, so I will see you then.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore P.S. Oh, and Happy Birthday, Harry.
Harry stood up and looked around his room at 4 Privet Drive. Everything he owned was already packed in his trunk, and he and Hedwig were standing by to leave for good. To avoid any kind of an argument with his relations, he left them a note, thanking them for their hospitality and care and informed them that he would never be returning to their home. Harry grasped the small lemon drop that Dumbledore had sent as a Port Key and looked at the clock 5:59 and 50 seconds. He popped the Lemon Drop into his mouth and began a silent countdown. As soon as he reached a ten count, he felt the familiar tug behind his navel and he and belongings appeared in the Headmaster's office with a rush of wind. "Welcome home, Harry," said Dumbledore from behind his desk; the ever- present twinkle in his eyes was brighter than ever as he grinned over to him.
A/n Thanks to my BETA Missy Watts for editing for me. And to you the readers for your reviews.