Heirs of Hogwarts (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

[Mr. Pokemon Master]

Hey. I put up this story on harrypotterfanfiction and it was getting solid reviews but i wanted 2 get more feedback so i decided to post it here as well. For those concerned with the length, this is one of the shortest chapters planned.

Chapter 1
Arabella's Tale​

The sun was setting on the tiny village of Little Whinging. Everyone had already retreated to their living rooms, leaving Privet Drive seemingly empty. The only person left outside was a young man sitting on the wall in front of a house. He had dark unruly hair and green eyes that seemed to shine in the darkness. Yet, there was something special about Harry Potter. It could have been the wand he was holding in his hand. But when you're a wizard, that's not unexpected, so what was so special about Harry? Perhaps it was because even in the Wizarding world, he was special. Harry Potter was the chosen one, the one predicted to defeat the dark lord, Voldemort.

Though tonight he was going to forget about Voldemort, he just didn't want to think about him for once. Harry glanced at his watch and sighed. Tonks and Remus were supposed to pick him up at 10 o'clock at Mrs. Figg's house and bring him straight to the Burrow. Harry was anxious to see his friends Hermione and Ron, but they had seemed to be alright from the letters they had sent Harry. More than alright, Harry said to himself with a grin. He was pretty sure from reading the letters that Ron and Hermione had admitted that they liked each other and were going out. Ron in particular seemed to be giving more hints about his relationship with Hermione.

In his last letter he had mentioned that he and Hermione were having less arguments and Hermione was bugging him less about school and homework. Hermione, in her last letter, had simply told Harry that someone from the Order of the Phoenix was coming to pick him up at Mrs. Figg's house. The Order was a group of highly trained wizards whose sole purpose was to fight and stop Voldemort from taking over the Wizarding world. Ron's whole family belonged to the Order except for Ron, Percy, his brother who had left his family to support the Ministry, and his little sister Ginny, who was not of age.

Harry looked at his watch again and got up from his uncomfortable spot on the wall. He slowly walked up Privet Drive to where it met Wisteria Walk and ambled up the path to Mrs. Figg's house. He knocked on the door and it was opened by a rather batty old woman who smiled when she saw Harry.

"Hello Harry Remus and Tonks haven't arrived yet, but come on in," she said. Harry thanked her and stepped into her house as she walked towards the kitchen to get something for her and Harry to eat. The familiar smell of cabbage filled the house and Harry sat down in a comfy armchair in the living room. She then walked in with a plate of cookies and set them down on the coffee table before Harry and seated herself in front of him by the empty fireplace.

"So how are you, Harry?" Mrs. Figg asked.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Figg, just tired that's all," Harry replied

"Please Harry, call me Arabella, you're making me sound old," Mrs. Figg laughed. Harry himself had to chuckle and grabbed a cookie from the plate.

"These are delicious Mrs...Arabella," Harry said correcting himself as he bit carefully into the cookie in his hand.

"Thank you, their chocolate chip. They took me forever to make, considering Mr. Tibbles decided to eat all of the batter," Arabella explained with another laugh. Harry smiled and took another. Arabella looked at Harry with concern. "And how are Vernon and Petunia treating you?" she asked. Harry's smile vanished immediately, though the dark, pained expression lasted only a moment before he corrected it with an unreadable look.

"Alright. They just seem to be ignoring me," Harry answered carefully. Mrs. Figg took one look at Harry's pale face and knew he wasn't telling the truth about his uncle and aunt.

"You sure?" she said and Harry nodded. "Alright, just be careful," she warned. Harry looked away and pretended to be interested in the pictures covering the wall of the room.

"Who's that?" he asked, pointing to a portrait of an old man who was waving to Harry. Mrs. Figg smiled and waved back to the man.

"You don't know who that is?" Mrs. Figg asked incredulously. Harry looked at the man, who smiled back at Harry, his eyes twinkling.

"No I don't," Harry said. Mrs. Figg almost stared at him.

"That's Dumbledore," she said as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

"Dumbledore?" Harry asked. "But that doesn't look like him."

"That picture was taken a while ago, when we were in the first war, fifteen years ago," Arabella explained.

"But why is his picture here?" Harry asked still confused. Mrs. Figg laughed.

"So that I could communicate with him," Arabella explained. Just as Harry reached for another cookie, Arabella leaped up and quickly lit the fireplace.

"Almost forgot," she said and then sat down back in her chair. Half an hour later, the fireplace roared and turned green. Harry jumped. A figure appeared in the fireplace and tripped, landing flat on the floor.

"Hello, Tonks," Harry said with a grin. Tonks grinned as she brushed herself off.

"Wotcher, Harry," she said as the fire roared again and Remus stepped out gracefully.

"Hello Harry, good to see you," Remus said and gave Harry a brief hug.

"Remus, how's everything?" Harry asked.

"Fine, bit hectic but fine," Remus replied. Both Remus and Tonks politely greeted Mrs. Figg and took the cookie she offered them before turning back to Harry.

"We better head back over to your house, Harry, to get your stuff. Come on," Tonks said. Tonks grabbed Harry and dragged him out the door without even saying goodbye to Mrs. Figg. Remus was left alone with Mrs. Figg. After saying goodbye to her, Remus quickly followed. Tonks led Harry up the street to 4 Privet Drive and entered the house without knocking. Apparently, Vernon and Petunia were in the kitchen and Harry rushed up the stairs so he could unlock all the locks on the door before Remus and Tonks could see them. Just as he unlocked the third one, Remus came up the stairs and was behind Harry. He took one look at all the locks and said nothing but Harry could tell he was angry from the dark expression on his face. Harry quickly opened the door and grabbed his trunk. He tried to drag it, but winced every time he tried to pull with a pained expression on his face.

"You alright?" Remus asked concerned, Harry nodded and tried one more time before he had to give up and let Remus float it down. As Harry walked down first, a hand suddenly grabbed him and yanked him into the living room before he realized it was his Uncle Vernon.

"What are those freaks doing in my house?" Vernon said angrily. Harry yanked himself away from Vernon and stepped out of his grasp.

"They've come to pick me up!" Harry said stubbornly.

"And you know that I will not permit freaks to just walk into my house," Vernon said, growing redder by the second. Harry nodded and then ducked from a punch Vernon had sent towards his face.

"HOW DARE YOU BRING THEM IN," he said punching madly at Harry. Harry ducked all of his punches and tried to get away. Vernon then slammed his fist into Harry's chest and sent Harry flying across the room. Harry hit the wall and stars twinkled in front of his face. Before he could stand up, he was hit again, this time in the face by Vernon's mad punches. Harry cried out as he hit the wall again and he saw Vernon winding up for another punch and Remus just walking into the room with a shocked look on his face before he fainted.

 

[Rane]

This is some good stuff, I admit that. However, one thing kinda bothered me.

This is your fic and nothing can be actually wrong so to speak, but I take you've picked up where the 6th book ends haven't you? If that's the case, Harry should've been able to recognize a photo of Albus Dumbledore because not only did he seen him numerous times during his school period, he also saw a much younger version in his memory, visiting the orphanage that Tom Riddle lived in AND Alastor Moody showed him a picture of the original Order, where I believe Dumbledore was on (I might be wrong, my memory aren't as clear as it should be)

But that's details, innit? I'm hoping to see more.

 

[Mr. Pokemon Master]

Rane, first of all, thank you for the review. You are absolutely right now that i think about it. Chapter 2 is up today later today.

 

[Mr. Pokemon Master]

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is here. I'm currently writting Chapter 8 if anyone's curious. It's moving rather slow and i've written maybe a paragraph this week. Review please. I think that this is much better than the first chapter, but that's just my opinion!

Chapter 2
Return to the Burrow​

Hermione, Ron and Ginny crept slowly forward, Extendable Ears in hand, towards the room where the Order was holding a meeting. They had been trying to hear the secret meeting for the past two weeks and had so far been unsuccessful. Fred and George, Ron’s older brothers, had given their little brother and sister a pair of Ears. The twins had said that they might be able to get around the Imperturbable Charm their mother, Molly Weasley, had put on the door. The three of them inched carefully forward.

“Go,” Ron said to the Ears and they wiggled towards the door. Hermione and Ron quickly inserted the other end into their ears and held their breath as the Ears got closer. The Extendable Ears seemed to glow slightly as they got closer and closer to the door. Finally they slid under the door and Ron resisted the urge to cheer. Hermione however, motioned for Ron to listen.

“How do you know that Alastor?” Mrs. Weasley’s worried voice came from the other side of the door.

“I was able to find out that they would attempt an attack on Diagon Alley,” Alastor, an ex-Auror, said in his gruff voice.

“Do you think…”Molly’s hesitant voice came from the other side.

“Molly, don’t suggest such a thing. Of course he’ll be safe, they wouldn’t dare even consider that,” came Arthur Weasley’s, Ron’s father, firm voice.

“I think that is enough for this meeting. I declare this meeting of the Order of the Phoenix officially over,” came Alastor Moody’s voice once again in a tone that ended all further conversation on the other side of the door. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny pulled on the Extendable Ears and dashed away from the door before they would be found. Ron and Hermione ran up to Ron’s room while Ginny dashed into the living room.

“We didn’t learn anything from that,” Ron said angrily when they had finally reached Ron’s room. The Order had met today at Ron’s house, the Burrow, due to the fact that Grimmauld Place, where they usually held meetings, was Harry’s now and they still hadn’t gotten permission to use it. Hermione, however, ignored him and sat down with a huff on the bed. “What’s wrong?” Ron asked concerned, wrapping an arm around her.

“Don’t you realize who they were talking about?” Hermione asked him in an almost exasperated tone. Ron shook his head and Hermione lowered her eyes. Suddenly Ron realized and he gasped.

“No, they wouldn’t attack Harry,” Ron said desperately. Hermione took one look at Ron as though he would assure her that they wouldn’t, but when none came, she burst into tears and threw herself into Ron’s arms. Ron wrapped his arms around her and whispered soothingly to her and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

“Shush, don’t worry, they won’t attack him, they wouldn’t dare to,” Ron told her, trying to sound confident but failing miserably.

“Oh Ron, ever since he learned about the Prophecy he hasn’t been himself. He’s been…he’s been attacked every year since he came to Hogwarts. Oh Ron I feel so bad for him. He hasn’t had a life, between his aunt and uncle and V-Voldemort, oh Ron,” Hermione sobbed with her head lying on Ron’s chest. Ron smiled and patted her on the head and then replaced his hand with a kiss that seemed to soothe Hermione. She looked up and him and smiled.

“What would I do without you?” she asked and Ron grinned.

“Well, you wouldn’t be doing this,” Ron said and then proceeded to show Hermione exactly what she wouldn’t be able to do.

A little while later when Hermione and Ron finally stopped kissing, they heard a knock at the door. They rushed to the window in time to see someone carrying something.

“That looks like Lupin,” Hermione exclaimed and she and Ron rushed down the stairs. Just as they reached the bottom of the steps, they heard Molly’s shriek and they froze in place. Ron nearly crashed into Hermione as their hearts seemed to freeze. With a worried glance at each other, they dashed into the kitchen where they had heard Mrs. Weasley’s scream.

Remus, Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Alastor, and Mr. Weasley were crowded around the table. Ron and Hermione inched forward until Mrs. Weasley saw them.

“Oh my goodness, Ron, Hermione, thank Merlin you’re here,” Molly said as she pulled her son and Hermione into a tight hug.

“Mum, I can’t breathe,” Ron choked. Mrs. Weasley let go of him and he turned to the table. There was something large wrapped in a black cloak. Ron inched forward, trying to see what was in it and almost froze in horror when he saw what was lying in it. Hermione, just as curious as him, was right behind him. When she saw what was in it, she screamed in a manner so similar to Mrs. Weasley, that Ron would have sworn it was his mother.

“Harry,” she cried, pushing past Ron and throwing her arms around Harry’s bruised body. Ron stood behind Hermione and looked at his best friend.

Harry was clearly alive, but barely. His face was covered in blood and had several dark bruises over it. His arms looked broken and had deep scratches all over them. Harry’s shirt was unbuttoned and Ron could see a huge gash going diagonally from the top of his torso to the bottom. Ron stood there frozen, unable to believe the sight before him.

“How did this happen?” he asked, pointing to Harry’s broken body.

“His uncle was beating him up. I think he smashed into something glass,” Remus explained in a quiet voice and he glanced sadly at Harry’s body.

“But why didn’t anyone stop him?” Hermione finally asked between sobs.

“We think that Harry’s relatives have been beating him up all summer long,” Mr. Weasley said with an arm around a sobbing Mrs. Weasley.

“But Harry always said he was fine,” Ron said in a distressed tone. Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth, but it was Hermione who spoke first.

“Ron, use your brain,” she snapped, “does Harry ever tell us when things aren’t going well. He always insisted that he’s fine, but you and I know that he isn’t.” Everyone stared at her, surprised at her reaction to Ron. Ron took one look at her and she burst into tears again and Ron hugged her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“No, it’s okay,” Ron said, stroking her hair comfortably. Everyone stood there silently for a minute, the room became quiet except for the occasional sob from Mrs. Weasley or Hermione, which was immediately followed by Ron’s or Mr. Weasley’s soothing voice. Then footsteps on the stairs broke the silence as everyone looked up somberly as Ginny entered the room

“What’s going on?” she asked staring at the teary faces in the room. Hermione gestured to the cloak that was around Harry, then burst into tears again and had to be calmed by Ron. Ginny looked at the other faces and then walked slowly towards Harry. The room seemed to hold it’s breath as she pushed aside the cloak to reveal Harry’s bloody body.

At first, Ginny’s face was emotionless, then shock followed by pain and anguish passed over her face. She let out a strangled cry and then turned around and ran out of the room, tears pouring from her face. The room got deathly quiet and then something in Mrs. Weasley seemed to click. She left her husband’s embrace, waved her wand and Harry was levitated gently off the ground and Mrs. Weasley floated him out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She reached Ron’s room and laid him delicately on the bed prepared for him and kissed his forehead. Then Mrs. Weasley shooed the others out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Nearly a week had passed since Remus had showed up at the Burrow with Harry in his arms. Harry still hadn’t woken up and Mrs. Weasley was starting to panic. She had argued with Lupin on whether Harry should be brought to St. Mungo’s and Remus had managed to convince her finally that Harry didn’t want to be in a hospital and Mrs. Weasley had agreed with a huff.

Ginny entered the kitchen to find Mrs. Weasley preparing lunch for everyone. She looked up and smiled warmly when she saw Ginny.

“Dear, would you go upstairs and check on Harry?” she asked her daughter. Ginny nodded and went up the stairs and opened the door to Ron’s room. Harry was still asleep. Ginny sighed and closed the door behind her. She sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at Harry, gently brushing a lock of hair out of his face and stared at his closed eyelids willing them to open. She closed her eyes and rubbed them tiredly. Ginny hadn’t sleep well the other night and was regretting her lack of sleep now. She heard a low moan and Ginny’s eyes opened to see Harry awake with his eyes on her.

“Harry,” Ginny cried and flung her arms around him. He gave a cough and she released him instantly. “Sorry,” she said blushing heavily.

“It’s okay,” Harry said weakly with a grin but coughed again. Ginny got up from the bed and smoothed Harry’s hair down.

“I’ll go get mum, she’ll want to see you,” Ginny said and she turned to leave. Harry sighed and fell back against his pillow as Ginny left. He looked around at the bright orange room that was clearly Ron’s. He smiled when he saw the Martin the Mad Muggle comic books lying haphazardly on the floor. Ron still hasn’t changed, Harry thought with a grin. Deciding that he would tease Ron later, Harry propped himself up with pillows and waited anxiously for Ginny to return with Mrs. Weasley.

The door opened and Ginny entered the room with a smirk on her face.

“What?” Harry asked seeing the look. Ginny giggled and sat back down on the bed.

“Fred and George were force feeding Ron one of their latest additions to the Skiving Snackboxes. Mum caught them just as they managed to shove Ron one,” Ginny explained with another giggle.

“What did they make this time?” Harry asked curiously.

“Oh nothing special, Headache Bon-Bons, Black Eye Toffees,” Ginny told Harry. Harry laughed but instantly coughed as his chest protested. Ginny’s laugh turned into a pained, sympathetic look as she patted Harry on the head. “Don’t worry, Mum will be up soon. She was so happy you woke up,” Ginny said hurriedly. Harry looked into her dark chocolate eyes and gave her a smile which she returned.

Just then, the door opened and Mrs. Weasley entered looked angry. Her expression instantly changed the minute she saw Harry awake.

“Harry, dear,” she said wrapping Harry in a hug.

“Mum, don’t hurt him,” Ginny said sharply. Mrs. Weasley turned to her daughter with her angry look back on her face.

“Ginerva Molly Weasley,” Mrs. Weasley said in a tone that made Ginny flinch. Harry grinned, knowing what was coming.

“Yes, Mum?” Ginny said with the most innocent face she could pull. It clearly wasn’t enough.

“GINERVA MOLLY WEASLEY, I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO LIKE THAT,” Mrs. Weasley screeched at her daughter, who was looking rather shocked that her mother would dare scream at her.

“I’m sorry, Mum,” Ginny said in a quiet voice.

“AFTER ALL THE TROUBLE I WENT THROUGH WITH FRED AND GEORGE, I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BEHAVE BUT INSTEAD I FIND YOU MOUTHING OFF TO ME,” Mrs. Weasley shrieked in a stressed tone. She raised her hand as if to slap Ginny, but thought better of it.

“Go help Bill, he could use someone,” Mrs. Weasley said in a voice that made Harry wonder exactly what Bill was doing.

“Where is he?” Ginny asked still amazed she had avoided Mrs. Weasley’s wrath.

“Outside, in the woods,” Mrs. Weasley said and she left the room. Ginny gave Harry a sympathetic look, then left the room after her mother. Harry sighed and then looked around, there was no way he could just sit here in bed. He got up carefully and winced in the effort. He slowly walked towards the door.

Harry made it down the stairs without being noticed. He stumbled into the kitchen and winced again. He held his protesting chest as he sat down in chair. He looked at the kitchen counter and saw a tray of food that he assumed was for him. He tried to get up, but failed miserably. Suddenly, he thought of something and almost smacked himself for not thinking. He had been 17 for over a week. Remus and Tonks had picked him up on his birthday. Grinning, he waved his wand and muttered Accio.

The tray flew at him and landed right in front of him. Harry grinned again and tucked himself into cold eggs, toast and porridge.

“Harry, what are you doing?” a voice said from behind him. Harry jumped and turned around in his chair to see Hermione standing in the doorway which a shocked expression on her face.

“I couldn’t just lie there,” Harry explained between mouthfuls.

“Yes you will, now get back up there,” came a voice that was clearly Ginny’s. Harry turned to face her and she looked back at him with a grim expression.

Harry sighed but apart from that, ignored them as he continued to eat his breakfast. A set of firm hands grabbed him and pulled him out of his chair. Harry gasped from the pain now coursing through his chest and Ginny let him go instantly.

“Sorry,” she muttered and let go of him. Harry rubbed his chest and grimaced. Ginny tried to pull him again but he resisted her and she finally gave up. “Fine, I give up, you win.” She huffed and walked out of the kitchen leaving a bemused Hermione with Harry.

“What?” Harry asked Hermione in an aggravated tone.

“Oh, nothing Harry,” Hermione said airily, but continued to grin at Harry. Harry sat back down to his breakfast and winced as the pain came back in his chest. Hermione sat down next to him and grinned again. “You like Ginny don’t you?” she asked with a large grin. Harry stopped eating and stared at her.

“Excuse me?” he stuttered.

“You like Ginny, don’t you Harry?” Hermione asked again and Harry almost choked on his toast.

“I do not,” he replied heatedly.

“You’re in denial,” Hermione laughed and Harry shook his head. He didn’t like Ginny that way. Did he? Harry didn’t even know himself. He had always thought of Ginny as Ron’s little sister. Then last year, something had woken up inside of him and he had begun to notice Ginny even more. They had become closer over the summer, and the strange feelings that Harry came to associate with Ginny were becoming more and more frequent. Harry had always just shook the feelings aside, forcing himself to think that they meant nothing.

Hermione just laughed again and got up from the table.

“She hasn’t given up on you,” Hermione whispered simply and left Harry alone with his very confused thoughts towards Ginny.

 

[DarkBlaizeken]

Good like the idea...write more......NOW!!!!!!!!!

 

[Mr. Pokemon Master]

Chapter 3

I'm sorry that i took forever to post this up. I had midterms and i got distracted with them.
DarkBlaizeken: thank you for the review. lol more is here now glad you liked it

Chapter 3

The New Phoenix


Harry spent the rest of the day in the living room on a couch reading books that Hermione had lent him. Mrs. Weasley had insisted that he not put too much stress on his chest and she had forced him to lie down on the couch. Mrs. Weasley was having the Order Meeting tonight at her house and was frantically cleaning, cooking, and preparing for it. Professor McGonagall had already arrived and was helping Mrs. Weasley. Ron’s mother stepped into the living room and turned her eyes on Harry.

“Harry, it’s time for dinner,” Mrs. Weasley said softly. Harry nodded and got up from the couch. He walked slowly with an arm wrapped around her and they walked out into the kitchen where everyone was waiting. Harry quickly took his seat, not liking all the attention, and everyone returned to their meals.

Harry turned to his own meal. He knew he should eat but he wasn’t really hungry. Instead, he ate a little of everything and then excused himself from the table. Mrs. Weasley frowned at his almost full plate, but said nothing as he stumbled out of the room. She sighed as she heard him close the door to his bedroom. No doubt he was going to go to sleep.

“What’s wrong, Molly?” Mr. Weasley asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“It’s Harry,” Mrs. Weasley explained with a kiss on his cheek. “He didn’t eat anything for dinner, I’m worried about him.”

“Don’t worry dear. I’m sure Harry was just in one of those moods. It’ll pass over.” Mr. Weasley’s remark seemed to make Mrs. Weasley happy and she brought out the treacle tart she had prepared especially for Harry. As everyone helped themselves to seconds a grunt of pain was heard from the doorway and everyone looked up to see Harry standing there. Mrs. Weasley jumped up and sat him down in a chair. She gave him a large treacle tart. Harry seemed to smile for a second and Mrs. Weasley smiled at him warmly. Knowing that it meant a lot to him. His eyes clouded over with guilt and pain and Mrs. Weasley saw him shudder before it vanished.

“I…I…I need to tell you something,” he finally managed and Mrs. Weasley felt horrible for the way he seemed to think he would get in trouble. Curse those terrible Dursleys. She led him into the living room again and sat him down firmly on the couch. Harry took deep breaths. He could do this.

“What is it Harry, dear?” Mrs. Weasley asked soothingly and her tone made Harry more confident.

“Do you remember the attack on the Ministry in my fifth year?” Harry asked, and Mrs. Weasley shuddered. Of course she remembered that night. How could she not? “When I left the Ministry, I talked with Dumbledore and he showed me something,” Harry continued and Mrs. Weasley grew worried. What had Albus shown the poor boy? She hoped that it wasn’t something horrible.

“There was a…a prophecy made before I was born,” Harry said timidly and Mrs. Weasley’s heart seemed to stop right there. A Prophecy? This wasn’t going to be good.

“What did it say?” Mrs. Weasley asked, knowing she wouldn’t like anything this prophecy had to say. Harry took a gulp and recited the words that were so familiar to him. “THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES…BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES..AND THE DARKLORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL... Harry slumped in his seat and Mrs. Weasley gasped.

“Oh Harry, that’s what you’ve been keeping from us for two years,” Mrs. Weasley said and gave Harry a hug that neither seemed to want to end. She finally let go of him and wiped a tear that was threatening to fall from her eyes. “You need to tell the Order,” She said and Harry nodded.

“I was planning on telling them tonight,” Harry replied and Mrs. Weasley led him back into the kitchen.

“Minerva, Harry needs to come to tonight’s meeting,” Molly said to the Professor.

“And why is that, Mr. Potter?” Minerva asked sternly.

“I have something important to tell the Order,” Harry explained while looking at his trainers. Minerva regarded him sternly before nodding her head.

“Very well, I will inform Alastor that you will be joining us tonight,” Minerva informed Harry and she got up from the table and walked out of the room. Mrs. Weasley smiled at Harry sympathetically and he sat down next to Ginny and ignored the grin she gave him. He rubbed his aching chest and Hermione gave him a concerned look.

“Are you feeling alright, Harry?” she asked. Harry nodded and turned his head away from her.

The rest of the evening was silent as Harry waited anxiously to tell the Order of the Prophecy. Ron seemed slightly envious that Harry was going to a meeting and Hermione reprimanded him immediately.

Finally Mrs. Weasley came into the living room and told Harry the meeting was about to start. He got up and followed Mrs. Weasley into the kitchen where the rest of the Order was waiting. Several of them had a concerned look on their face. Others had an interested look. Alastor Moody stood up and everyone turned towards him.

“We have a candidate for a new phoenix,” Alastor announced. Several people gasped and all eyes turned to Harry before returning to Mad-Eye Moody.

“Harry Potter has told a member of the Order about a prophecy. This member approached me about letting Harry come to this meeting and I have agreed to let him come. To let him join the Order we will vote on the matter. Normally, we do not let underage wizards join the Order, but in this case I have made an exemption,” Moody told everyone. Mrs. Weasley stood up.

“I nominate Harry Potter to be inducted to the Order of the Phoenix,” she said in a steady, but quiet voice.

“I second the motion,” said a man that Harry couldn’t recognize.

“Very well, those in favor of inducting Harry Potter to the Phoenix raise your hands,” Moody ordered. Harry’s head shot up, every hand in the room was raised and Harry felt a surge of support. They all want me, Harry thought with happiness. Moody nodded his head and everyone put their hands down. “Very well, Harry is now a member of the Order of the Phoenix,” Moody announced and everyone cheered. Moody pointed to Tonks and she stepped forward.

“Tonks will be your mentor, Potter,” Moody explained and Tonks winked at Harry, who grinned back. Moody whispered something to Tonks, who nodded and grabbed Harry and pulled him into a corner of the room.

“I’d go somewhere else, but we can’t leave the room and no one, even the Order is suppose to hear what I’m going to tell you. It’s the best I can do,” Tonks apologized. Harry grinned and waved his wand.

“Muffliato,” he said quietly and then he turned back to Tonks who had a puzzled look. “They can only hear a buzzing sound,” Harry explained while gesturing to the rest of the Order that was staring at them.

“Nice one, you’ll have to teach me that one sometime,” Tonks shouted as if testing the spell out. She apparently decided it worked fine when no one looked at her strangely. She looked at Harry who was trying to smile. “Nervous?” she asked. Harry nodded. “No need to worry, all I’m doing is giving you your Order name and branding you,” Tonks said cheerfully. Harry choked.

“Branding?” He asked.

“Oh nothing visible, just relax,” Tonks advised. Harry nodded, but braced himself for what she was about to do anyway.

“Novus Madar Phoenix Moody,” Tonks said, waving her wand in an intricate pattern. A white phoenix soared out of her wand and flew towards Harry. It vanished into his skin and Harry stared at his arms. “Right, now we have to pick a name,” Tonks muttered. She scratched her eyebrow and then her eyes lit up. “Got it, you’ll be Parvus Forradas, which means little bird. Now don’t tell anyone your name. It’s solely used for me and Mad-Eye to send you secret messages,” Tonks said sternly and Harry nodded quickly.

Tonks waved her wand again and muttered “Finite Incantatem.” She and Harry joined the rest of the Order who were listening to Professor McGonagall with a troubled look.

“She was found dead in front of the gates to Hogwarts. She had been strangled, beaten, and tortured. I don’t know what they found out from her,” Professor McGonagall said in a quiet voice. Harry gasped and Tonks’s eyebrows flew up into her hair.

“Who, Minerva?” Tonks asked. McGonagall gave her a grim look.

“Professor Trelawney,” Minerva said quietly. Harry almost screamed and everyone noticed his panicked look.

“What is it, Harry?” Mr. Weasley asked concerned.

“She’s the one that made the Prophecy. They tortured her to find out about the Prophecy,” Harry explained and everyone but Mrs. Weasley looked confused. Harry looked around the room and his eyes came to rest on the door to the kitchen. Even thought Harry had never really care for the Professor, he still felt sorry to hear that she had been ruthlessly murdered. He noticed a tiny gold tube underneath it and almost chuckled in spite of himself. Without warning, he got up and opened the door to find Hermione and Ron hunched over behind the door with Extendible Ears in their ears.

They blushed when they realized that they had been caught and Mrs. Weasley looked furious.

“Just go,” Harry whispered to them and they took no second warning and dashed away. Harry sighed and closed the door. He sat down as if nothing had happened and continued. “Professor Trelawney made a Prophecy that said I am the only one that can defeat Lord Voldemort. Voldemort never learned the full text and so I’m guessing he went after her to find them out,” Harry explained. The room took an intake of breaths and even Mad-Eye looked surprised.

“Well, this is a startling discovery, I’m going to have to research this and find out a little more on this Prophecy you’re talking about,” Moody said with his right hand rubbing his chin. Everyone stood up and Harry quickly followed them. “I herby declare this Meeting of The Order of Phoenix over,” Moody declared.

Everyone filled out the door of the kitchen. Some headed towards the front doors while others went to the living room. Harry got up to his bedroom and found Ron sitting anxiously on his bed.

“What happened?” he asked inquisitively. Harry shook his head.

“Can’t say,” Harry replied. Ron rolled his eyes and got under the covers of his bed. Harry changed into his pajamas and climbed underneath his own bed.

“G’night Harry,” came Ron’s muffled voice from the other side of the room.

“Night Ron,” Harry replied, but Ron was already asleep. Harry grinned under his covers and soon was fast asleep himself.


Chapter 4 will be up sometime soon...
Until next time,
Mr. Pokemon Master;483;

Spoiler: “Thank you, it is time for the Will Reading to begin,” He said.

 

[DarkBlaizeken]

WRITE MORE NOW DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!
I like the story line...trelawny is dead!!!!
How dare u!!
but i like it.
I also like the name very clever.
U write more now or i will string you up like a fish!!!!!

 

[Mr. Pokemon Master]

Chapter 4: Potter's Badge

I am so sorry for not updating. I'll post Chapter 5 tommorow. Please know that I don't write chapter very quick. I'm going to start writiting the next chapter in the story so please be patient if it takes me a while to post chapters.


Chapter 4 Potter’s Badge

Harry woke up to find Hermione at the foot of his bed, shrieking about letters. He groggily got up and looked over at Ron, who gave him a sympathetic look. They got changed and stumbled down the stairs into the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was trying to soothe a frantic Hermione.

“There you two are. I’ve been waiting for you. The letters came.” Hermione shouted. She snatched up three thick letters and handed one to Ron and Harry. Ron took his letter and opened it with trembling hands. He pulled out his letter and quickly read through it. He looked up grinning.

“What?” Harry asked.

“Nothing, open yours,” Ron said, still grinning. Hermione snatched Ron’s letter and quickly read it.

“Oh Ron that’s fantastic,” Hermione said and gave Ron a huge kiss.

“Did you read the whole letter?” Ron asked. Hermione shook her head and continued reading. She gasped as she came to the end and let out a shriek.

“Oh my goodness,” Hermione gasped.

“What?” asked Harry impatiently.

“Open you letter,” Ron and Hermione shouted. Harry flinched and took his letter and carefully slit it open. He gasped when he saw a red and gold badge fall out of his letter. He picked it up with trembling hands and stared at the gold letters glimmering back at him.

“Is that what I think it is Harry?” Fred asked as he came into the room with George. Ron nodded and the twins frowned at each other.

“We’re very disappointed in you Harry.” Fred scolded.

“How could you let us down?” George said, shaking his head. Harry grinned and held out his Head Boy badge to Fred, who grimaced and backed away.

“No way, I’m not getting tainted,” Fred almost shouted in his effort to get away. Ron chuckled as his brother’s discomfort. Hermione wasn’t paying attention and had ripped open her letter and was staring at something in her hands.

“What is it?” Ron asked her. She opened her fist, which clearly held a red and gold badge as well. She let out a shriek and gave Ron a hug.

“I was made Head Girl,” Hermione screamed. Ron and Harry almost laughed at her excitement.

“I would have never predicted it,” Harry teased her and she frowned before giving Harry a hug.

“Did your letters come?” came Mr. Weasley’s voice as he walked into the kitchen with Bill behind him. Bill nodded to Harry and Harry nodded to him. Mrs. Weasley ordered everyone to sit and they all tucked into Mrs. Weasley’s delicious breakfast.

“What were you all planning to do today?” Mr. Weasley asked as Harry reached for a strip of bacon. Harry and the rest of the boys had planned on playing Quidditch today in the open field that Fred and George had apparently discovered.

“We planned on playing a bit of Quidditch today,” Ron said, indicating the rest of the boys. Mrs. Weasley nodded and looked at Arthur.

“That’s fine, but I need to borrow Harry for a minute this afternoon,” Mr. Weasley said. Everyone nodded and Ron leaned over his toast.

“Why do you suppose he wants you?” Ron whispered to Harry. Harry shrugged and Ron sighed and went back to his toast. Everyone soon finished their breakfast and the bys headed up to grab their brooms. Harry and Ron reached their room and quickly changed into their uniforms. Ron couldn’t find his Cleansweep and tore the whole room apart looking for it. Harry shouldered his Firebolt and left Ron to his frantic search of the room. He headed back for the kitchen and on the second floor, a door opened and Ginny sleepily walked out.

“Oh,” she said when she nearly ran into Harry. She blushed and Harry felt his own face reddening. She was dressed in a loose nightgown and Harry noticed it complimented her rather well. He focused himself back on Ginny’s face which was now beet-red.

“We’re going to play Quidditch today…W…Want to come?” he finally managed to say. Ginny laughed and told Harry she would join them after she ate and showered. Harry grinned and continued down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen to find that Fred and George were already there. Bill and Charlie were in their old uniforms talking to Mr. Weasley about Scrimgeour.

“I heard Scrimgeour announced that he would be building a new school for those not accepted to Hogwarts,” Charlie said to Mr. Weasley.

“He did and he said it would be as good as Hogwarts,” Mr. Weasley said grimly.

“He really must be desperate to remain in office if he has to take half of everyone’s salary in order to build this,” Bill said shaking his head.

“Well nothing too bad has happened yet. He actually managed to stop the attack on London,” Mr. Weasley said almost disgustingly.

“There was an attack on London?” came Ron’s voice as he walked into the kitchen with his Cleansweep in hand.

“Voldemort had sent the Death Eaters, but someone saw them and warned the Ministry before any damage could be done,” Bill explained. The boys left Mr. Weasley and headed out towards the forest. Fred and George led the way through the forest. It turned out they had found a large open field and Fred reported it was miles away from any muggles. Bill charmed two rocks to act as Bludgers and Charlie placed a Muggle Repelling Charm just in case.

Just as they were about to start, Ginny came running through the forest and burst onto the field next to them. She was holding her Cleansweep 12 and was panting from running.

“Alright, I will be the Referee, Charlie and Harry can be Seekers and Keepers; Fred and George will be Beaters; and Ron and Ginny can be Chasers,” said Bill to the rest of them. Soon, Harry, George, and Ginny were gathered on one side while Charlie, Fred, and Ron were on the other.

“Alright, Harry, just be the Seeker, Ginny can block everything. I’ll play beater and chaser as well,” George told the other two.

“But wouldn’t that be breaking the rules?” Harry asked, puzzled.

“There are no rules,” said Ginny with a grin. Harry laughed and they strode over to the center where Bill was standing with the other team.

“Alright, mount your brooms,” Bill instructed them. Fred and George s******ed and Ginny laughed. Bill ignored them and opened a worn box he had carried to the field. He released the Bludgers, followed by the Snitch. Harry, George, Fred, and Charlie rose into the air and Ron and Ginny grinned at each other. Bill grabbed the Quaffle and tossed it into the air.

Ginny and Ron sprang from the ground and rocketed towards it. George swooped in and grabbed the Quaffle in one hand while holding his bat in the other. He and Ginny flew towards the makeshift goals Charlie had set up. Ron charged at George and George did a reverse pass to Ginny, who caught it and ducked under a Bludger. She flew towards the goal while Harry flew above them all, searching for the Snitch.

Harry saw Charlie flying around the field near the trees. Harry grinned when he thought of a plan.

“There are no rules,” Harry said to himself and he flew past Charlie and faked chasing the Snitch. He looked behind him and saw Charlie had fallen for it. He put on an air of concentration and felt Charlie behind him. He swerved towards the other end and headed towards the trees. He still saw Charlie behind him and grinned. He flew right towards the trees and heard Charlie was starting to gain on him. He flew right towards the trees and at the last second corkscrewed up. Charlie didn’t have time to brake and crashed right into the tree.

Harry grinned and heard George and Ginny whooping behind him. He turned around and this time he saw the Snitch. He soared towards it and chased it as it flew towards his team’s goal. He pinned it against the goal, neatly snatching it. George and Ginny cheered again. Harry laughed as they did a victory lap.

Charlie had gotten up from his crash and still had a dazed look on his face. Bill laughed and Charlie grinned at Harry.

“Nice one, the Wronskei Feint tree version,” Charlie said. Harry and Bill burst out laughing.

“That should be the Potter’s Feint instead,” Bill said and Harry chuckled.

“So what was the final score?” asked Harry.

“210 to 90,” Ginny said as she landed with Ron behind her. They all laughed and shouldered their brooms. Fred and George led them through the forest. They all walked into the kitchen to find that Mrs. Weasley was talking to a few people. The room was filled with a large group of adults that all seemed to be as somber as Mrs. Weasley.

She looked up as they entered and got up.

“Harry, Arthur wants to see you. He’s in the living room,” Mrs. Weasley said. Harry nodded and left the others. Mr. Weasley was sitting on a couch and was chatting with Tonks, Aberforth Dumbledore, and to Harry’s surprise, Hermione. She waved to Harry and gestured for him to sit next to her.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked her.

“I don’t know,” Hermione said and then she tilted her head towards a man that Harry hadn’t noticed or recognized. He had a dark tan that made his skin almost shine. He had small, green eyes that seemed to be almost the same shade as Harry’s. He didn’t look fat, but he didn’t look too skinny. He studied Harry as if he was a fascinating specimen of Venomous Tentacula. Harry shivered under his look and reverted his eyes back to Hermione. Mr. Weasley smiled as the man and he stood up. Everyone fell silent and the man smiled.

“Thank you, it is time for the Will Reading to begin,” He said. Harry started and Hermione gasped.

“Why are we here for a Will Reading?” Hermione asked Harry quietly.

“Dunno,” Harry responded. He suddenly realized whose will this was and his throat clenched. He had finally managed to stop the nightmares and now this. Harry felt his eyes water. Hermione grabbed his hand and Harry managed a faint smile.

“My name is Louis Evans,” said the man and this time, Harry gasped. Aberforth handed Louis a large piece of parchment and he unrolled it.

“If this letter is being read then I know that I have past on and I am no longer on Earth. I hope that the war has ended for it is my greatest fear that Hogwarts and its students will be plunged into the gruesome affair. But I know that life (or death) does not always get what it wants and I am to believe that the war between you and Voldemort continues. The only thing I must say is that you must all stick together. Support each other in times of dark or need. I hope that the Order of the Phoenix will continue to fight Voldemort and will continue their research for the cure to death,” Harry and Hermione gasped. “I know that I shouldn’t have mentioned that, but Harry and Hermione ought to know. Arthur Weasley, I name you head researcher of Project Phoenix. May you thrive in your studies (perhaps Hermione can help). I also bequeath to you my robes and one-fifth of my wealth (which you will find is ample enough for all of the Weasleys). Aberforth Dumbledore, I give you my wand, one-fifth of my wealth, and the title of the Phoenix, may you lead the Order as a good leader. You were a wonderful brother and tell Fidelity that she needs to get out of that house. Nymphadora Tonks” Tonks winced at this “ I bequeath to you one-fifth of my wealth and you may take as many of my books as you want. To Hermione Granger, you may take as many of my books as you want (share some with Nymphadora even though I’m sure you will read them all) as well as one-fifth of my wealth. Finally, it is my wish that Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley join the Order. They’ve gone too long without knowing. And finally, To Harry Potter” Harry sat up straighter “I give you one-fifth of my wealth, my research for a topic that we have discussed in depth (Harry will know what this is), the Mirror of Erised, and the book “Dark and Legendary Magical Objects”. It is also my wish that Harry Potter joins the Order as the Phoenix Ordata. Now that that is out of the way, there is one last thing that I would like to say. Voldemort may have defeated me, but I promise that I will always be with you. I do not fear death because after all, death is but the next great adventure.

Yours Sincerely,
Albus Percival Wilfric Brian Dumbledore

Harry got up from the couch and felt a small tear threaten to escape him. Louis Evans rolled up the paper and handed it to Aberforth, who pocketed it.

“You are dismissed,” Louis Evans said somberly and they all left the room. Harry immediately headed up the stairs towards his room. Hermione could see his small frame shaking as he climbed the stairs slowly. She knew that Harry had started to recover from Dumbledore’s death. He had recovered so quickly that she had hardly noticed it, but now she saw that the wound was opened again. She walked down the stairs, quietly, and entered the kitchen with the others.

Mrs. Weasley instantly looked up and saw that Harry wasn’t among them.

“Where’s Harry?” she asked. Mr. Weasley gave her a hug and replied.

“He’s upstairs in his room, I believe.”

“He didn’t hold out?” Mrs. Weasley asked fearfully. Tonks shook her head and sat down at the table. Ginny pushed her breakfast away and stood up.

“I’ll go find him,” she offered. Mrs. Weasley nodded and Ginny left the room. She walked quickly up the stairs and reached the third landing. She opened the door to Harry’s room and found that he was sleeping on his bed. She tiptoed over and sat down on the bed, careful not to make it creak. She brushed his hair out of his face and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“Sleep tight,” she whispered and gave him another kiss on the cheek before getting up and closing the door as Harry slept.

 

[DarkBlaizeken]

Good

Great i liked it.
Cant wait for the next chapter.

Keep going we need to read more. Wiil be on here as fast as i can 2moz to read more.

Yay harry is head boy. Tho i think that this is an interesting take on harry potter seven. If this is harry potter seven There has been no sign of godrics hollow, which is where harry wanted to go at the end of 6. there has been no mention of the marriage between fleur and bill, or any mention of the scars from being bitten by a werewolf.
Also Harry said that even if the school reopens he isnt going...hmmmm
Also there should be some romance between tonks and lupin. Plz read the last chapter of HBP and see what i mean.

Good tho

 

[Mr. Pokemon Master]

Chapter 5

Darkblaizeken: lol trust me i've read it enough already. I'm writing this without several aspects of HBP that i don't think are necessary to my plot. the outline for this is already 40 chapters and bill and fleur's wedding would be too much.

Spoiler

don't worry there's a wedding at the end anyway

Chapter 5
Ginny’s Dress

Harry recovered from the Will Reading rather quickly and he was back to his normal self 3 days after. Mrs. Weasley had insisted that they all go to Diagon Alley to pick up their books and she was hurrying around the house, ushering everyone. Harry was already ready and he was waiting by the fireplace for everyone. People were running around the house tripping over things (in Tonk’s case) with bits of food in their hands. Harry grinned as Hermione ran past him for the seventh time. She was carrying a large book and her letter under her hands, already dressed.

“Harry, Arthur has already gone through. He’s waiting for you,” Mrs. Weasley said as she rushed past him. Harry grabbed a handful of Floor Powder and threw it into the fire.

“Diagon Alley,” Harry shouted and the flames enveloped him and he was whipped away. Harry held his arms to his chest and felt sick as he spun around. The spinning suddenly stopped and Harry flung his arms out as he stumbled out of the fireplace, thankfully not falling. He brushed off his black robes and looked up to find Mr. Weasley standing with Kingsley Shacklebolt and another man standing next to him. Kingsley shook his hand and introduced the man next to him.

“Derrin Abkleson, he’s the headmaster of the Quertz Dueling Academy,” Kingsley said as the stern looking man shook Harry’s hand. Harry felt Derrin’s eyes rest for a second on his forehead and then reverted back to his eyes. Harry glanced at his surroundings and barely recognized the Leaky Caldron from beneath all the dust.

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Potter,” Derrin said in a surprisingly calm voice.

“You too, Mr. Abkleson,” Harry said surprised. Kingsley laughed.

“I told you, you always surprise them,” Kingsley teased. Derrin grinned and Harry felt himself blush. Mr. Abkleson was a cheerful man despite his appearance and Harry learned much about him from the half an hour he sat with him while they waited for the others to come.

The fireplace roared again as it turned an emerald green. Ron fell onto the floor and Ginny came out right behind him, tripping as she stumbled on him. Harry laughed as they indignantly got up and brushed themselves off as best they could. Ron shook Derrin’s hand warmly and Ginny gave him a hug. Obviously, they knew him well. Mrs. Weasley came out of the roaring green fire and brushed herself off. She straightened up and gave Mr. Abkleson a warm hug as well.

“Oh Derrin, it’s so good to see you again. The last time we saw you was for a minute last year for Christmas,” Mrs. Weasley said as she let go of him.

“I know Molly. It’s a shame I don’t see you all anymore,” Derrin said.

“How are Elizabeth and Kirsten doing?” Molly inquired.

“They’re doing well. Kirsten is talking very well now thankfully,” Derrin reassured her. Molly smiled and pointed towards the entrance to Diagon Alley.

“Well, we’d best be going, lots of things to get,” she said, ushering the group towards the hidden archway. Derrin was in front with Mr. Weasley, talking quietly. Harry walked with Hermione, Ron, and Ginny behind them. Hermione and Ron were holding hands and Harry and Ginny were on either side. They entered Diagon Alley and headed towards Gringotts. Harry grabbed Ginny as they walked through the doors to the wizard bank.

“How about we leave them alone?” Harry suggested. Ginny grinned.

“Oh, Harry, I do believe you’re finally understanding girls,” Ginny teased. Harry felt a sudden flutter in his stomach as she and Harry laughed. He tried to ignore it, but it seemed to stay there through out the day.

When they had finally left Gringotts with more money then they had had, Harry and Ginny left Ron and Hermione alone. Hermione pulled Ron back up the street. Ginny and Harry went to Flourish and Blotts. Harry pulled out his list for the first time.

Seventh-Year Course Books
Please purchase the following books for your courses.

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7
By Miranda Goshawk

Animagus: The Secrets To Your Animal
By Petra Ignacius

Elixia
By Ladson Caldus

The Dark Side: Knowing Your Opponent
By Malaga Riddle

The Book of Spells
By Evilda Wastick

Magical Creatures
By Arayus Kirk

Modern Magic
By Mackenzie Appleby

Ancient and Modern History of Wizards
By Cassius Achaia

Harry grimaced at the long list of books. He found another sheet behind it and pulled it out.

Additional Supplies and Wear
2 Dress robes
Graduation Hat

Harry stared at the list. He prayed that there wouldn’t be another ball; the first one had been horrible enough. Then again, he had not gone with anyone he really wanted to. He and Ginny finally reached Flourish and Blotts and found a long line outside the bookstore. They finally squeezed in and made their way through the crowds. Harry was able to find a salesman who helped them find their books and they left Flourish and Blotts, each carrying a heavy bag.

“Where to next?” Harry asked. Ginny paused to consider and checked her school list.

“Why don’t we go to Madame Malkin’s, the dress robes will take a long time?” Ginny suggested. Harry nodded and they made their way towards the store. Harry noticed Ginny struggling with her heavy bag and he shifted weight.

“Would you like me to hold that?” he offered. Ginny appeared stunned for a second then hand him her bag and thanked him. She was amazed at how easily he seemed to carry them and made a note to ask him about it later. They entered Madame Malkin’s to find it was surprisingly empty. Madame Malkin strode forward and welcomed them.

“Are you both here for dress robes?” she asked. Ginny nodded and Madame Malkin led them into a backroom. Ginny gasped at all the formal robes floating around the wall.

“Who’s first?” she asked. Ginny volunteered instantly and she stood on a small pedestal. Madame Malkin measured her first and then walked around the room muttering to herself. She paused in front of a silvery dress and waved her wand at it. It rose from its spot and floated gently towards Ginny. It hovered next to her and then Madame Malkin continued her search. She again stopped before a gold one and it joined the silver one. After that was a very light blue one that joined the gold and silver one. Ginny was entranced by the beauty of the dresses and Harry admitted that he was very impressed by them. Madame Malkin stopped one last time before a light pink one and then she returned to were the four dresses surrounded Ginny.

Directing Ginny to the changing room, Ginny eagerly took the pink one and quickly changed. She came back out and twirled a bit. The pink dress had a thick train and the top seemed to cling to Ginny. Harry; however, shook his head and Ginny took the gold one. She emerged and Harry smiled. It sparkled in the pale lighting from the room and finished in a pool of gold material around her feet. She took the silver one and came back out. Harry liked it less than the first and told her so. Ginny agreed and took the light blue one with her. When she emerged, Harry held his breath. The light blue surprisingly contrasted well with Ginny’s flaming red hair. It seemed to cling to Ginny’s body and showed her form very well. It came with a silver cape which Ginny wore like a shawl. She let it drop for a second to reveal her back to Harry who blushed.

“I like that one,” Harry managed and Ginny grinned. She looked down at the price tag and her jaw dropped.

“It’s expensive, Harry. I can’t afford it,” she whispered sadly. She looked disappointed and Harry felt horrible for her as she came back in her normal jeans and told Madame Malkin she couldn’t afford it.

“Are you sure, Ms. Weasley?” Madame Malkin said, she knew the girl was disappointed and couldn’t help but feel sad herself.

“I’ll buy it,” came Harry’s quiet voice in the corner. Ginny looked at him for a second then gave him a huge hug. “How much is it?” Harry asked.

“200 Galleons,” Madame Malkin’s voice said. Ginny expected Harry to refuse it but was surprised when he nodded.

“Take the money from my account,” he told Madame Malkin. She nodded and the carefully wrapped the dress and handed it to Ginny.

“Now, Mr. Potter, it’s your turn,” Madame Malkin said. She made Harry stand on the same pedestal and with a clap of her hands, the dresses vanished and dress robes appeared. She measured Harry and then selected several robes for him. Harry grabbed the first one and quickly changed into it. He came back out in a silver dress robe very similar to Ginny’s and stood there nervously.

“You will need two robes, Mr. Potter,” Madame Malkin informed him.

Harry and Ginny emerged from the store half an hour later, Harry having finally chosen a dark emerald green robe and a dark blue one. They quickly headed to the Apothecary and purchased several things there. Harry and Ginny came out struggling to carry all the bags.

“Where to next?” Ginny asked.

“Your brothers’ place,” Harry said and they headed towards Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. Fred and George’s store was as flamboyant and crowded as ever. Harry pulled Ginny in and they headed towards the back. George and Fred spotted them and pulled them into the backroom.

“Would you like us to take those?” George asked. They took their bags and put them in a large pile of bags. “Everyone already came by, Mum asked us to take the bags,” Fred explained. “She said for you to meet them all at Fortescue’s,” George said as he grabbed something from the shelf. Harry nervously looked at it. George grinned and handed the small ring to Harry. He rubbed the ring and almost jumped when a piece of the ruby in it came off. He dropped it and it landed silently on the ground.

“What’s the point of it?” He asked.

“Well, you can use it as a trick ring, but I wouldn’t if I were you,” George said as he pulled out a jewelry box.

“Exploding Ring Bombs,” Fred announced and with a wave of his wand, the small piece exploded.

“It never depletes itself,” George told them as he took Harry’s ring and put in it the box. The twins gave one to Ginny and they both thanked them.

“You do different motions depending on how strong you want the explosion to be. Waving your wand can do any of them, but if you don’t have your wand, clap your hands for a small explosion and snap your fingers for a bigger one,” Fred explained as they escorted them out.

Once outside, Harry and Ginny headed towards Fortescue’s and found the entire Weasley family and Hermione sitting there. They joined them and Fortescue came out himself. He handed them all their ice cream and then went back inside after shaking Harry’s hand. Harry sat down next to Ginny who was talking about her dress to Hermione.

“That must have been expensive,” Hermione said after Ginny had finished her lavish description of it.

“It was,” Ginny said. Mrs. Weasley leaned over.

“How much Ginny?” she said. Harry blushed and pointedly watched all the people walking by.

“200 Galleons,” Ginny said. Mrs. Weasley froze for a second.

“Ginny, you know we can’t spend money like that,” Mrs. Weasley said.

“No need to worry, Mrs. Weasley, I paid for it,” Harry said quietly. Everyone turned to him and he turned even redder.

“Harry, you shouldn’t have done that,” Mr. Weasley said.

“It’s no problem, Ginny really wanted the dress. I thought it was worth it,” Harry said quietly. Mrs. Weasley looked as if she was going to reprimand him, but thought better and stood up. She gave Harry a warm hug.

“You’re a kind man, Harry, thank you,” she whispered. Harry nodded and then Hermione turned to Ginny.

“Can we see the dress when we get home?” Hermione asked. Ginny nodded and Hermione turned to Harry.

“That was very kind of you,” she whispered. Harry smiled and blushed again as Hermione gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek. Ron looked slightly jealous and Hermione grinned. Suddenly, a scream rang out through the streets and everyone turned to see a woman crumple to the ground dead. Harry gasped when cloaked figures apparated. Death Eaters, Harry thought. Diagon Alley was under attack.

 

[DarkBlaizeken]

Very good.

But you fail to see that in the last chapter of the book harry had to break up with ginny to protect her from the dark side.
You really need to read the last chapter again

he would not be like that to ginny he would be on friendly terms NOT flirting!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok..calm...
I like the cliff hanger...nice.

I really doubt that you will have tha stamina to do 40 chapters..but its your funeral.
Also use WEAR for when you WEAR clothes.
WHERE as in WHERE are you going
WERE as in you WERE saying?
Ok

Just suggesting!!!

 

[*umbreon*masta*1*1*]

wow this fic is good...i like the fact that you put Dumbldores will in it ^^...I'll be watching this *shifty eyes*

 

[DarkBlaizeken]

I wanted to ask if you could pm me when the next chapter is in

Thnx

 

[Mr. Pokemon Master]

Chapter 6: Plea Of The Prince

DarkBlaizeken: alright i'll pm you. lol don't worry i have plenty of stamina. i just take a long time.

Sorry for this chapter being so short. there was really only one thing that needed to happen.

anyway here it is...

Chapter 6
Plea of the Prince

Harry pulled out his wand and dove behind an abandoned table. Death Eaters were everywhere, causing havoc and terror among the wizards there as they panicked. He grimaced and pointed his wand at Death Eater who unknowingly was approaching him.

“Bombarda” he whispered and the man let out a cry as he was blasted from behind. He fell and didn’t get up. Another Death Eater approached and lifted his mask as if he were sniffing the air.

“Potter, I know you’re here,” came the Death Eater’s voice. Harry started; he recognized that voice.

“Snape,” Harry muttered to himself.

“Listen Potter, I did not want to kill Dumbledore, I know that you might be furious at me, but I was under an Unbreakable Vow. Dumbledore told me it was better for me to fulfill it. You must believe me,” Snape said in a pleading, desperate voice.

“Like I believe you,” Harry said and made a slash in the air. Snape fell as his death eater robes turned red from his blood. Snape stared at him.

“You use my spell against me, very well Potter, I knew you wouldn’t believe me,” Snape uttered. Harry noticed he was limping slightly and he got up from around the cart.

“Nonverbal too Snape,” Harry said with a smirk. “No thanks to you.”

“Ah, so you finally managed to get something into that brain of yours,” Snape drawled. Harry grinned.

“You bet, there’s more in there too,” He said and he waved his wand again. Snape suddenly stumbled and stared at Harry.

“You blinded me,” Snape said, almost fascinated with the spell. Harry pointed his wand at Snape.

“Incarcerous Necto,” Harry said. Ropes flew out of midair and wrapped themselves around Snape and bound him to the ground. “I hope that you’re killed,” Harry spat at him and pointed his wand again at Snape.

“Stupefy,” came another voice and Harry let out a small cry as the spell hit him. He was unconscious before he even hit the ground.

***

Ginny ran down the road when the Death Eaters first arrived. She had to find her parents. She ran past a group of people trying to get into a store and hide. She ignored them and continued running. She felt a spell whiz past her and she dove behind a cart. She turned and saw a Death Eater with his wand trained on the cart. She dove out of the way when he sent a spell her way and the cart exploded into flames.

She turned to face him and cast a Bludgeoning Spell at him. He dodged it and sent one her way, she spun out of the way and felt it past her.

“Stupefy,” she shouted. The Death Eater dodged the red jet and waved his wand. A thick mist shot out of his wand and quickly covered the area. Ginny stumbled through it and then all of a sudden, it vanished and the Death Eater was gone. She ran up the street and saw in the distance a Death Eater casting a Stupefy at a young man who fell. She ignored him and ran past them.

A Death Eater was bound next to the young man and the Death Eater was trying to unbind him. She stepped over the unconscious young man and ran before they could notice her. She heard footsteps behind her and she ran into a store to hide.

She turned to look out the door and let out a muffled shriek when a pair of hands covered her mouth. She was bound and thrown against the wall. A Death Eater had been in the store and she happened to stumble into him. Not good she thought. He advanced on her with his wand out. She had her wand in her bound hands and she pointed it at him without his notice. She waited till he was standing right above her and he leered in her face.

“Stupefy,” she shouted and the man was blasted into the air and landed on a display of robes. They went crashing down with him and hit him in the head. Ginny weakly got up and freed herself from the loose binds he had put on her. She hurriedly left the store before more Death Eaters would come. She dashed down the street and almost ran into her father and mother. They grabbed her by her arm and Mrs. Weasley threw her arms around her.

“Oh Ginny, thank Merlin you’re alive,” She whispered as she held Ginny tightly. Mr. Weasley leaned over.

“Go find Harry, Hermione and Ron, tell them that they need to get out of here right now,” Her father instructed. Ginny nodded and her mother let go of her. She turned and went to find them.

***

“Coligify,” Hermione shouted. The Death Eater she had been fight fell to the ground, clutching his sides. Ron stunned him and he slumped, unconscious. Ron grabbed Hermione’s hand and they ran up the street together. They had seen Harry go flying under a cart and they knew he needed help. They heard a cry and reached the spot where Harry had been and found him unconscious and a Death Eater stood above him.

“Harry,” Hermione shrieked and she cast a spell that whizzed towards the Death Eater, who dodged it and grabbed Harry’s hand. He muttered something and he grabbed something around his neck and vanished with Harry.

“Harry,” Ron shouted and Hermione let out a cry.

“Get Tonks,” She muttered and Ron nodded.

“Expecto Patronum,” he said and his patronus, a Jack Russell Terrier, burst from his wand and dashed down the street. Hermione let out a sob and Ron comforted her.

“We need hide until Tonks comes,” Hermione whispered.

“No need, I’m here.” Ron and Hermione spun around to see Tonks standing there. Hermione let out a sob.

“Tonks, they took Harry,” Ron grimly told her. Tonks swore and waved her wand.

“Molly,” she said and a white jet of light shot of her wand and speed down the street. A few minutes later, Mrs. Weasley came running towards them with a Death Eater on her tail. She shot a spell behind her and the Death Eater cleverly dodged it.

“What happened?” She yelled as she cast another spell another spell.

“They kidnapped Harry,” Tonks said. Mrs. Weasley froze for a second before turning to the Death Eater.

“Eliria,” she shouted and the Death Eater shouted and fell down, unmoving. Molly turned back to them and her eyes seemed to reflect her horror.

“Where did they take him?” She asked. Tonks shrugged and Ron comforted Hermione, who was sobbing. Mrs. Weasley stood there unmoving. She had failed to protect him. She had sworn to herself that she would protect Harry from everything, and now she had failed. Mrs. Weasley let out a cry and turned to find Mr. Weasley and Moody running up the street.

“The Death Eaters apparated,” Moody announced. Mrs. Weasley threw herself into her husband’s arms and let out a cry.

“They kidnapped Harry,” she said. Moody and Arthur stood still.

“No,” Mr. Weasley muttered. He turned to Moody and was surprised to find him in a state of utter shock.

“We need to find him,” Arthur said. Moody nodded and with a wave of his wand, they all vanished to Grimmauld Place.

alright, i know many of you are going 2 kill me for kidnapping Harry. but i need to show that Harry's vulnerable and he can't always escape with his life...

 

[JB239874]

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[DarkBlaizeken]

...they kidnapped harry.
In the 6th chapter?

Meh..your funeral. I have been writing my own fanfiction so i cant write much.

Good i like it. getting better.

 

[dudemanbobjoe43]

They kidnapped Harry already? Slow down dude. Harry's got lots of responsibilties: Quidditch Captian, head boy, BEING FAMOUS! Slow down. HP books have lots of chapters. You can't put all the good stuff in the begginng. You're gonna run out of stuff to put in it. But heck i know. Good story tho. I love it. I like HP thats why! LOL!

 

[Mr. Pokemon Master]

Don't worry. this is just the beginning of the good stuff. next chapter will be posted this afternoon!

 

[Mr. Pokemon Master]

Chapter 7

i'm sorry this wasn't posted yesterday like i said. i couldn't get onto the forums and my entire chapter 7 was deleted in my documents and i had to go to the other place where i post this story.

Chapter 7 The Death Eater’s Secret

Harry groggily woke up and felt his head resting against a hard surface. He weakly reached out and touched something solid right in front of him. He opened his eyes.

The room he was in what a small white room with no doors or windows. Harry suddenly remembered. Talking with Snape, the Death Eaters everywhere, Getting hit with a stunning spell. Falling to the ground.

He cautiously looked around, looking for a way to escape. There was none. He supposed the room had an Anti-Apparation Charm on it, so that was out of question. What could he do? He asked himself. There was no way to escape, yet, unless there was something that he hadn’t found, no way to get in. Harry figured he should give apparation a try and closed his eyes and pictured Hogsmeade. Trying to concentrate on the image, he turned on the spot, praying that it would some how work. He felt nothing. Disappointed, he sat down. Think. He told himself. There must be a way out. Perhaps he could use a spell. But which? Harry stood up and reached for him wand. It wasn’t there. Grimacing, Harry sat down on the floor again, only to spring up when an idea took hold. Harry grinned. All those books he had read on magic certainly helped right now.

Harry hadn’t even known why, but for some reason, he had wanted to read more on magic over the summer. He had sneaked out of the Dursley’s and visited Diagon Alley and had gone to the Argiletum, the wizard’s library, and to Flourish and Blotts. Buying every book on powerful magic, Harry grinned remembering how shocked he had been to see that they were all thicker than him. He had read only one of the seventeen he had bought. The book was full of magic and Harry had learned each spell in it by heart. He hadn’t shown Ron or Hermione because he didn’t want any attention from anyone. He certainly didn’t want to show his capabilities in front of the Death Eaters, least it reach Voldemort’s ear. Turning back to the problem at hand, he waved his hand and quickly thought of the correct spell.

“Sryox,” he whispered. The book instructed him to always check for shields or charms placed on anything before he touched it. The walls glimmered a dark blue. Harry’s suspicions were correct, there was an Anti-Apparation charm on the room. Apart from that, there was nothing. Harry grinned.

“Fallah Arasta,” He said. The walls buckled and then collapsed. Dust blinded Harry for a second before it dissipated. Harry quickly ran out of his now destroyed room. Death Eaters would be alerted now. He dashed down the hallway and found the next one empty. He ran through the hall. Still nothing. Harry found the empty rooms worrisome. He stopped for a second at the end of the hallway and faced a new one, still empty. He cast the Spell Detector spell again and found the new hallway teeming with spell. They were trying to lure escapees into thinking that they were safe. Harry stopped and then grinned again.

“Venetum,” he said and then cast the Spell Detector spell again. The room was void of spells, save one. Harry cast an Identification Spell at it. Warping Spell came the spell’s response. Harry frowned. The Warping Spell was incredibly powerful Dark Magic. Only Voldemort would be able to cast that; or someone as powerful as him. Harry grimaced at the thought of another Voldemort. Having to kill one was enough.

He turned back to the still enchanted hallway. Should he risk it. He turned back the way he came. Should he try going the other direction? He stood there, waiting for the answer to come. It never did. It was answered for him.

“Potter, what do you think you’re doing out here?” came a voice Harry knew. His skin boiled as turned to face a hooded figure.

“Bellatrix, what a surprise to see you. I was wondering when someone would come. I see Voldemort had plenty of very powerful Death Eaters for him to send you against me,” Harry tantalized. Bellatrix removed her hood. Harry gasped. Her face had been completely mutilated. She now looked like a female Voldemort. Her eyes were slightly snakelike, they had turned a light shade of red. Bellatrix’s face had become hollow. She looked every inch powerful.

“You see, Voldemort only let his most powerful servants undergo the same process that he has,” Bellatrix said with a slight smirk.

Harry decided to play ignorant to the fact he knew about Horcruxes.

“Nevertheless, that doesn’t mean you’re invincible,” Harry countered. Bellatrix laughed.

“You Harry, have no idea what powers I have. I am in fact invincible.” Bellatrix laughed and raised her wand. Harry prepared himself to dodge.

“Goodbye Harry, now you’ll join your dear Godfather.”

“Oh, I think you might been the one joining him,” Harry countered.

“Bombarda,” Bellatrix shouted. Harry dodged the Bludgeoning Spell and tried to think of a way he could cast a spell without Bellatrix knowing he cast it. He edged closer to her and flung himself out of the way of an Avada Kedavra. He silently cast a Rebounding Shield Charm and stood there waiting.

“Bombarda,” Bellatrix screeched. Harry braced himself for the hit and smiled as the spell bounced off his shield towards her. Bellatrix managed to cast a Shield Charm just in time, but still looked shaken. She held her wand firmly and waved it. “Poenas Dolim,” she chanted. Harry braced himself again, but this time his shield didn’t hold the spell. It went right through it with a snap and Harry could do nothing but prepare for it.

It was pain beyond anything imaginable, worse than the Cruciatus Curse. Harry couldn’t even scream it was so painful. All he knew was that he was convulsing on the ground. The pain was consuming, he couldn’t even fight it. Nothing had prepared him for it. He felt darkness creeping on him and it consumed him.

***

Harry woke up and found himself lying on the cold stone. He tried to move, but his whole body ached. He suddenly remembered his duel with Bellatrix. That curse she had used. It had been horrible. She really was as powerful as she said she was. Harry slowly raised his head to find he was in a cold, dark room. He feebly tried to cast a spell at the wall, but he was too weak to even lift his fingers. He simply lay there, waiting for the Death Eaters to come back.

Footsteps-a few minutes later-told him that Death Eaters were coming. He tried to not look so vulnerable and made one last attempt to sit up before the door opened. Three Death Eaters walked in the room. One was much shorter than the others while the other two were roughly the same size.

“So Potter, you survived. Can’t say I’m that surprised. You always seemed to get lucky,” said the tallest one. Harry paled when he recognized the voice. Lucius Malfoy had obviously been delighted to come and taunt Harry. The shortest stepped forward.

“Hello Malfoy,” Harry said in that tone he always reserved for Draco. Draco removed his hood and looked at Harry. His face had hollowed a bit, but he still hadn’t created a Horcrux. His eyes were still their cold grey. He glared at Harry, then at his father, who nodded, and he turned back to Harry.

“You must have enjoyed Bellatrix’s duel. But she’s still not as good at the Deathly Torture Spell as me,” Draco said, a hint of pride in his voice. The third figure removed their hood and Bellatrix’s hollowed face was grinning at Harry.

“He is the best Death Eater at casting it,” Bellatrix agreed. Draco waved his wand and Harry braced himself for the pain again. Lucius suddenly grabbed his son’s hand and pulled out his own wand.

“Perhaps we should torture him together, Draco,” Lucius suggested.

“After I deal with him. I want him to know my powers,” Draco said. Lucius smiled and let go of his son’s arm.

“Of course,” he said. Draco turned back to Harry.

“Poenas Dolim,” he said. The pain filled Harry again, but this time it was deafening, a roaring noise filled his ears and he was screamed this time. Draco was much stronger than Bellatrix. It suddenly stopped and Harry looked up at them weakly. They had all drawn their wands and were smirking at him.

“Goodbye Potter,” Lucius said. Harry looked at him with dread, he knew he wouldn’t survive. He was going to die right here. There was nothing he could do about it.

“Poenas Dolim.” All three cast the spell at Harry. He was unable to stop it and the minute it hit him, he screamed as his flesh exploded. He couldn’t do anything but scream and scream. His skin was ripped apart and he felt death coming closer. He let out one last scream and then death took hold of him.

alright flame time! but just so you know, this is gonna be a rough period for Harry, but he'll make it through...