Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of his friends, Ms. Rowling
does.
Author's Note: This is my first fic. Please let me know of your opinion and I shall try and improve. I did borrow some original ideas from several great writers around this archive, only to improve upon them. I do not mean any disrespect to them. Thanks.
Chapter 1: Not so awful summer with the Dursleys
She walked towards Harry through shadows of trees. Breeze touching her body gently... robes flowing graciously around her... Something about her tantalized Harry. Something that captivated him, made him unable to even blink.He wanted to touch her revel in her smile and kiss those tender lips..closer she came and She felt so.so.familiar.
'I know her.' wondered Harry as she walked into light. And then it struck. "Hermione!" gasped Harry.
* * *
"HARRY..." yelled Vernon. Harry snapped from his dream, walked down the stairs cursing Uncle Vernon.
"What are you doing on the bed so long boy!" thundered Vernon. "Time to make some breakfast!"
"Yes Uncle Vernon!" drawled Harry in a monotonous voice.
He is very used to this. If there is any advantage living with Dursleys for Harry, it is cooking. They made him do all the house chores, clean dishes and of course, cook.
Harry made pancakes with eggs and bacon, placed them in all the plates. He walked with his breakfast out of the house, into the backyard and sat on a low hung branch of the old Oak tree that sheltered Harry so many times. Something hit Harry's head and he grabbed it involuntarily to find Pig in his hands with a letter.
"Ron!" Harry nearly shouted as if he has arrived to see Harry.
Harry!
Hope the muggles are not giving too much trouble. Everyone is doing well here in Romania. Blimey! I forgot to mention that we went to see Charlie and his girlfriend Anne. Mum is not too happy, but she'll get over it. Dad is very happy as she is a muggle born and you know dad!
I really wanted to invite you to Romania, but it seems like Dumbledore didn't approve it. So, I will see you on September 1st at king's cross.
Take Care, Ron.
P.S: I will get in touch back on your birthday.
Harry smiled and pictured Ron jumping around a dragon. Bringing him back to reality was sound of something rush past him and felt Hedwig soar on to his lap.
"Hedwig!" exclaimed Harry. Though he is living with his only living relatives, he considered Hedwig as a true companion.
"What have you here?" he grabbed a letter from Hedwig's leg.
The letter has a very tidily written name of "Harry Potter" on it.
"Hermione.." muttered Harry happily. Though he did not want to make it obvious, Harry is really happy to hear from her.
Dear Harry!
Hope your holidays are going on well. Mine aren't any interesting. I want to invite you to stay with me for the last few weeks before we go back to school. I already have got Dumbledore's permission for this. He thinks that you are safe at a muggle residence. This however did not stop him to put wards around our house.
Whether your uncle like it or not, we will pick you up on July 25th at 11:00am.
Lot of love, Mione.
P.S: Guess what, I am a prefect. What about you and Ron?
Harry smiled, "that is a surprise!" thought a bit sarcastically. But he was really happy to go to Hermione's place. Though he was not sure of spending a week as he doesn't know the Grangers, the thought of Hermione's company helped him to feel better.
Unknown to anyone, Harry started to develop feelings for Hermione since their fifth year. He doesn't want to reveal them as he was scared of breaking their friendship. He constantly dreamed of being in her arms and nothing but her company would bring him real happiness.
He was very jealous when Ron asked Hermione, but kind of happy but a bit guilty for feeling happy when they decided that they don't match together as they fought all the time. The more he suppressed the feelings fearing rejection, the more they grew.
He wasn't even sure that Hermione would reciprocate the feelings. She thinks of him as a great friend, but if it just stops there...Harry couldn't think more. He just want to enjoy her friendship as much as possible before either she finds someone or resents him for having such feelings, both resulting in breaking his heart.
'Obviously potter! She doesn't really think of you anything other than a friend. Get a grip!' he told himself. Still deep inside he still believed he had a chance..
Sighing deeply, he walked into the house and into the kitchen only to see a horror stricken face of aunt petunia and a furious uncle Vernon.
* * *
"Wha.what did I do?" asked a startled Harry, not clearly without any idea of what happened.
"Not you boy! This doesn't concern you" fumed an angry Vernon and walked out into the living room with Dudley.
Harry looked at aunt Petunia, she is still furious. Looking into her hands did Harry realize what the fuss is all about. She had a gold necklace with a small pendant that is broken, apparently mishandled by Vernon or Dudley, from the way she was looking at the living room. Harry remembered her proudly saying that it was from her mom, and was passed through generations, something like a legacy.
Harry felt bad for her. 'They do make my life a living hell, but hey! She is you aunt' an inner voice told him.
"Aunt Petunia! Err...um.if you don't mind, I can fix it!" Harry waited for the bomb to explode, involuntarily wincing.
She still looked shocked and grieved, but simply handed over the necklace to Harry.
This surprised him. But he overcame the surprise and took out his wand. He was given permission to use magic, a result of the events happened after the third task in fourth year.
"Reparo!" muttered Harry, instantly fixing it and making it look like new.
Petunia gasped, sure is happy. She didn't say anything but her eyes showed the appreciation.
Harry simply shrugged and walked back to his room. He sighed and reclined back on his bed. His life..so many problems.so many puzzles.
'Why can't I be normal? I mean, happily playing with parents, growing up in life' thought Harry. He was very upset over events happening in his life. He dozed off to sleep in his thoughts.
There were death eaters everywhere. They were killing people without mercy. There was death mark in the air and a big building crumbled to ruins.
"Harry!" someone called his name. He opened his eyes shaking, to see sunlight from dusk around.
'I must have slept long and another nightmare.' thought Harry.
He looked up and found Aunt Petunia standing at his doorway.
"Aunt Petunia!" Harry gasped. She never came into his room. She'd typically yell from outside. 'This is strange' he thought.
"Thank you for fixing it Harry. It meant so much to me. My mother gave it to Lily.." she paused " and she gave it to me before she left to Hogwarts".
"Oh!" stuttered Harry.
"thinking about her, I was mean to you and I am sorry about it. It was just that when Lily refused to help our mother recover from cancer, I got mad at her and I took it on you. I hope she forgives me."
Harry forgot to breathe. 'Is this a dream?' He couldn't believe his aunt apologizing.
She continued, "Harry! When your parents died, there were several things recovered from the house and I placed all of them in an old trunk in our basement. They belong to you" she gave him a chain with two keys on it.
Harry couldn't utter a word. He was shell shocked about the turn of events. Aunt Petunia was never so good to him not to mention talking about his mother.
Petunia stood there for a moment and spoke slowly. "Let me know if you want anything!" and she turned around to leave.
Harry broke out of his trance immediately and stuttered "th.thanks! Aunt Petunia!"
"Wait! Can I go spend my last month at my friend's place?" quickly added.
"Sure!" Petunia smiled and left him alone in the room.
He looked at the keys once again. He wanted to wait till night to escape Dudley.
Harry heard a rustling of Hedwig flying inside and he gladly accepted the package. It was Daily Prophet he subscribed. Hedwig brings it every evening. He opened the newspaper only to be shocked from the news.
Death eaters have attacked the Salem institute of Magic earlier today and 200 people died, mostly muggle borns and half wizards. The ministry of magic is in touch with its American counterpart and it requests order in the community. This is a second attack in the week, the first being an attack on Durmstrung, killing a few students and professor Karkaroff...
"We are doing everything we can to control the situation. We will soon catch the culprits" addressed Minister Fudge.
Harry shook his head. His dream did come true again and Fudge is behaving like a fool again, not accepting Voldermort's rebirth. He was also surprised that he did not see the vision of attack on Durmstrung.
He sighed and thought about his friends. Sure, Ron would be terrified about his dreams, but Hermione would ask to write to Dumbledore immediately.
He decided to write to Dumbledore if he had any more visions.
Author's Note: This is my first fic. Please let me know of your opinion and I shall try and improve. I did borrow some original ideas from several great writers around this archive, only to improve upon them. I do not mean any disrespect to them. Thanks.
Chapter 1: Not so awful summer with the Dursleys
She walked towards Harry through shadows of trees. Breeze touching her body gently... robes flowing graciously around her... Something about her tantalized Harry. Something that captivated him, made him unable to even blink.He wanted to touch her revel in her smile and kiss those tender lips..closer she came and She felt so.so.familiar.
'I know her.' wondered Harry as she walked into light. And then it struck. "Hermione!" gasped Harry.
* * *
"HARRY..." yelled Vernon. Harry snapped from his dream, walked down the stairs cursing Uncle Vernon.
"What are you doing on the bed so long boy!" thundered Vernon. "Time to make some breakfast!"
"Yes Uncle Vernon!" drawled Harry in a monotonous voice.
He is very used to this. If there is any advantage living with Dursleys for Harry, it is cooking. They made him do all the house chores, clean dishes and of course, cook.
Harry made pancakes with eggs and bacon, placed them in all the plates. He walked with his breakfast out of the house, into the backyard and sat on a low hung branch of the old Oak tree that sheltered Harry so many times. Something hit Harry's head and he grabbed it involuntarily to find Pig in his hands with a letter.
"Ron!" Harry nearly shouted as if he has arrived to see Harry.
Harry!
Hope the muggles are not giving too much trouble. Everyone is doing well here in Romania. Blimey! I forgot to mention that we went to see Charlie and his girlfriend Anne. Mum is not too happy, but she'll get over it. Dad is very happy as she is a muggle born and you know dad!
I really wanted to invite you to Romania, but it seems like Dumbledore didn't approve it. So, I will see you on September 1st at king's cross.
Take Care, Ron.
P.S: I will get in touch back on your birthday.
Harry smiled and pictured Ron jumping around a dragon. Bringing him back to reality was sound of something rush past him and felt Hedwig soar on to his lap.
"Hedwig!" exclaimed Harry. Though he is living with his only living relatives, he considered Hedwig as a true companion.
"What have you here?" he grabbed a letter from Hedwig's leg.
The letter has a very tidily written name of "Harry Potter" on it.
"Hermione.." muttered Harry happily. Though he did not want to make it obvious, Harry is really happy to hear from her.
Dear Harry!
Hope your holidays are going on well. Mine aren't any interesting. I want to invite you to stay with me for the last few weeks before we go back to school. I already have got Dumbledore's permission for this. He thinks that you are safe at a muggle residence. This however did not stop him to put wards around our house.
Whether your uncle like it or not, we will pick you up on July 25th at 11:00am.
Lot of love, Mione.
P.S: Guess what, I am a prefect. What about you and Ron?
Harry smiled, "that is a surprise!" thought a bit sarcastically. But he was really happy to go to Hermione's place. Though he was not sure of spending a week as he doesn't know the Grangers, the thought of Hermione's company helped him to feel better.
Unknown to anyone, Harry started to develop feelings for Hermione since their fifth year. He doesn't want to reveal them as he was scared of breaking their friendship. He constantly dreamed of being in her arms and nothing but her company would bring him real happiness.
He was very jealous when Ron asked Hermione, but kind of happy but a bit guilty for feeling happy when they decided that they don't match together as they fought all the time. The more he suppressed the feelings fearing rejection, the more they grew.
He wasn't even sure that Hermione would reciprocate the feelings. She thinks of him as a great friend, but if it just stops there...Harry couldn't think more. He just want to enjoy her friendship as much as possible before either she finds someone or resents him for having such feelings, both resulting in breaking his heart.
'Obviously potter! She doesn't really think of you anything other than a friend. Get a grip!' he told himself. Still deep inside he still believed he had a chance..
Sighing deeply, he walked into the house and into the kitchen only to see a horror stricken face of aunt petunia and a furious uncle Vernon.
* * *
"Wha.what did I do?" asked a startled Harry, not clearly without any idea of what happened.
"Not you boy! This doesn't concern you" fumed an angry Vernon and walked out into the living room with Dudley.
Harry looked at aunt Petunia, she is still furious. Looking into her hands did Harry realize what the fuss is all about. She had a gold necklace with a small pendant that is broken, apparently mishandled by Vernon or Dudley, from the way she was looking at the living room. Harry remembered her proudly saying that it was from her mom, and was passed through generations, something like a legacy.
Harry felt bad for her. 'They do make my life a living hell, but hey! She is you aunt' an inner voice told him.
"Aunt Petunia! Err...um.if you don't mind, I can fix it!" Harry waited for the bomb to explode, involuntarily wincing.
She still looked shocked and grieved, but simply handed over the necklace to Harry.
This surprised him. But he overcame the surprise and took out his wand. He was given permission to use magic, a result of the events happened after the third task in fourth year.
"Reparo!" muttered Harry, instantly fixing it and making it look like new.
Petunia gasped, sure is happy. She didn't say anything but her eyes showed the appreciation.
Harry simply shrugged and walked back to his room. He sighed and reclined back on his bed. His life..so many problems.so many puzzles.
'Why can't I be normal? I mean, happily playing with parents, growing up in life' thought Harry. He was very upset over events happening in his life. He dozed off to sleep in his thoughts.
There were death eaters everywhere. They were killing people without mercy. There was death mark in the air and a big building crumbled to ruins.
"Harry!" someone called his name. He opened his eyes shaking, to see sunlight from dusk around.
'I must have slept long and another nightmare.' thought Harry.
He looked up and found Aunt Petunia standing at his doorway.
"Aunt Petunia!" Harry gasped. She never came into his room. She'd typically yell from outside. 'This is strange' he thought.
"Thank you for fixing it Harry. It meant so much to me. My mother gave it to Lily.." she paused " and she gave it to me before she left to Hogwarts".
"Oh!" stuttered Harry.
"thinking about her, I was mean to you and I am sorry about it. It was just that when Lily refused to help our mother recover from cancer, I got mad at her and I took it on you. I hope she forgives me."
Harry forgot to breathe. 'Is this a dream?' He couldn't believe his aunt apologizing.
She continued, "Harry! When your parents died, there were several things recovered from the house and I placed all of them in an old trunk in our basement. They belong to you" she gave him a chain with two keys on it.
Harry couldn't utter a word. He was shell shocked about the turn of events. Aunt Petunia was never so good to him not to mention talking about his mother.
Petunia stood there for a moment and spoke slowly. "Let me know if you want anything!" and she turned around to leave.
Harry broke out of his trance immediately and stuttered "th.thanks! Aunt Petunia!"
"Wait! Can I go spend my last month at my friend's place?" quickly added.
"Sure!" Petunia smiled and left him alone in the room.
He looked at the keys once again. He wanted to wait till night to escape Dudley.
Harry heard a rustling of Hedwig flying inside and he gladly accepted the package. It was Daily Prophet he subscribed. Hedwig brings it every evening. He opened the newspaper only to be shocked from the news.
Death eaters have attacked the Salem institute of Magic earlier today and 200 people died, mostly muggle borns and half wizards. The ministry of magic is in touch with its American counterpart and it requests order in the community. This is a second attack in the week, the first being an attack on Durmstrung, killing a few students and professor Karkaroff...
"We are doing everything we can to control the situation. We will soon catch the culprits" addressed Minister Fudge.
Harry shook his head. His dream did come true again and Fudge is behaving like a fool again, not accepting Voldermort's rebirth. He was also surprised that he did not see the vision of attack on Durmstrung.
He sighed and thought about his friends. Sure, Ron would be terrified about his dreams, but Hermione would ask to write to Dumbledore immediately.
He decided to write to Dumbledore if he had any more visions.