Title: Ultimate Standard
Author: Kurizu
A/N: I'm back! I decided to start writing again, and so here it is! I'm remaking As the Time Turns, and hopefully, this one will get more reviews, lol! Here's Ultimate Standard!
Chapter One
"What's Going On?"
If you happened to travel into Little Whinging, Surrey, and onto Privet Dr, you would not notice anything out of the ordinary. There might be people in their gardens, watering their daisies, there might be birds in the sky, chirping a song. There might even be a postman, on his daily route, delivering mail. No, nothing would be strange at all. Nothing that is, unless you found yourself in Number Four, Privet Dr. If you found yourself there, you would think that your mother had found out you had stolen a pack of gum from the local grocery store, for all the shouting that was happening.
In Number Four, Privet Dr, it was as if a hurricane had just appeared inside of a townhouse, destroying everything in its path, and then disappearing when its work was done. Inside the normal looking house, you could hear screaming, yelling, shouting, and crashes. Things were flying around as if it were a puppet show. There goes a book, there goes a shoe.
Upstairs, a young man stood in his room, frantically trying to pack his things into a trunk, and it seemed as if he was fighting a losing battle. His name was Harry Potter, and he was the most abnormal thing in the household, at least to the other inhabitants. Harry lived with his aunt, uncle, and cousin, also known as the Dursleys.
His Aunt, Petunia, was the sister of his mother, and a complete nut case, in Harry's opinion. His Uncle, Vernon, was the large, red faced man who liked to call himself the man of the house. His Cousin, Dudley, was the one you might mistake for a couch with legs. He was wider than he was tall, and stupider than your average sixth grader.
Today was different than others for two reasons. One, it was Harry's seventeenth birthday, and he was finally allowed to practice magic out of his school. You see, Harry was unusual because he was a wizard. His parents were murdered by the evilest wizard known to man, Voldemort, hence his living with his aunt and uncle. He went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he was taught how to use magic.
Harry was supposed to go into his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, but he wasn't going. The year before, he had gone through too many things, and all the years had finally taken their toll on Harry.
Last year, Harry had found out that in order to destroy Voldemort, he had to destroy seven Horcruxes, parts of Voldemort soul, encased in objects. He had already destroyed one of these Horcruxes in his second year, a diary possessed by Tom Riddle, Voldemort's real name. He had destroyed it with the tooth of a basilisk, and one part of Voldemort's soul with it.
In Harry's fifth year, he had discovered that a prophecy had been made, a prophecy that said than while one of either Harry, or Voldemort survived, the other could not. This meant that either Harry had to be murdered by Voldemort, or become a murderer himself.
As you can see, Harry had not gone through the normal tribulations a normal teenager would. He was The-Boy-Who-Lived, he was the only hope for the wizarding world, and without his teacher and friend, Albus Dumbledore, Harry felt as if all was lost. In Harry's sixth year, Professor Dumbledore had been murdered by a fellow teacher, Professor Snape.
He second reason today was different, was that Harry's uncle had finally had it with Harry, and the entire wizarding world. He was screaming and shouting at Harry, throwing his belongings, and getting purple in the face.
"That's it! No more! You're leaving now, and never coming back!" Uncle Vernon screamed as he threw Harry's birdcage at him. Harry waved his wand, and muttered, "Accio birdcage!", and the birdcage slowed down, and landed in his arms.
Vernon froze. "Y-Y-You… c-can use…m-m-ma?" He asked, frightened.
Harry smiled. "Yeah, that's right. And here's what I think of you and how you've treated me these years! Incendio!" He shouted, and instantly, Vernon's clothes lit fire. He screamed, and jumped around, trying to get the fire out.
Harry flicked his wand, said a spell, and all his things shrunk and flew into his trunk. He muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa,", and the trunk flew into the air, and followed him as he walked out of the room. He walked down the stairs, and saw his cousin Dudley.
"Are you leaving? Are you?" Dudley asked.
"Yeah, here's a good-bye present. Toranta!" Harry replied, and Dudley instantly turned a shade of blue. He tried to speak, but all that came out were blue bubbles. Harry continued out of the house, and as he went out the door, he could've sworn he heard someone say, "Good-bye, Harry…" He ignored it, and stood on the side of the street.
He stuck his wand out in front of him, and there was a bang. A large purple bus appeared in front of him, and the door in the front opened. A twenty-something year old man walked out, and blinked. "Well, if it ain't 'ol 'Arry Potter! 'Ow's it goin', 'Arry?"
Harry grinned, and replied, "Not so good Stan, I just got kicked out of my house."
Stan frowned. "I 'eard those muggles you live with ain't so friendly. Anyways, where's to?"
Harry, grabbed some coins out of his pocket, and gave them to Stan. "I need to get to Hogwarts, so can you take me to Hogsmeade?" He asked.
""Yeah, no problem, 'Arry! Climb aboard!" Stan turned around and walked inside of the bus. Harry followed him, and headed for an empty bed. He lay down, and closed his eyes. He heard Stan yell, "Oi! Off to Hogsmeade, Ern!" Then he fell asleep.
Harry woke up to Stan shaking him. "C'mon 'Arry! We're 'ere!" Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Ok, thanks."
Stan grinned. "No problem! See ya, 'Arry!" He said as Harry stepped off the bus. The bus disappeared, and Harry headed towards the direction of Hogwarts. He walked along the road, glancing into shop windows as he passed. A few people pointed at him a whispered, but he was used to it now. Finally, he made it to the front gates of Hogwarts.
He opened them, and headed towards the main entrance. When he got there, he knocked on the doors.
He waited for a couple seconds, and then the doors opened. Professor McGonagall appeared. She blinked, and then said, "Excuse me if I seem rude, but what on earth are you doing here?"
Harry sighed, and told McGonagall about how his uncle had kicked him out. "So, do you think I could stay here for a while?" He asked.
Professor McGonagall closed her eyes and thought for a moment. "I suppose you could stay here for a while, Mr. Potter. I'll talk to the staff. Follow me." She turned and started walking down the corridor.
Harry followed her, and began to think to himself. Why did I even come here? I could've gone to the Burrow! I could've stayed at the Leaky Cauldron! How come I chose to come here? Why didn't McGonagall ask any questions?
Deep down, Harry knew the answer to all of these questions. He came to Hogwarts because this was where he needed to be. This was where he belonged. This was his home.
A/N: I know, kinda short and boring first chapter, but it gets better! I'll probably have the next chapter up by tomorrow, so look out for it! Review!