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Ch1 – Birthday Surprises
The inhabitants of number four Pivet Drive, better known as the Dursleys, were quite normal. Well, as normal as a family can be when the husband and son are as large as killer whales, the wife resembles a starved horse, and the nephew is a powerful wizard who is regarded as a freak. Ah, the normality of it.
Earlier in the summer, Harry, the nephew, was cowering in self-pity and grief over his godfather's death. After a few well-written letters from Ron, Hermione, and, surprisingly Ginny and Neville as well as a few well-spoken words from Remus Lupin, Harry snapped out of it and started to train. This made the skinny and scrawny boy into a well-proportioned young man. A few square meals from Aunt Petunia didn't hurt either.
Harry Potter was currently wide awake and reading silently on his bed. Along with training, he had developed a love of books. Every now and then, he glanced at the clock on his bedside table. When the time read 11:58, he put the book away and quietly crept to the window and opened it. Almost immediately, several owls flew in. He untied each one, and put to packages on his bed. He grabbed the nearest to him and opened the letter on top of it.
Dear Harry,
Right now, I'm in Greece. My parents managed to convince Professor Dumbledore that they have a dental conference in Athens. I think it's because they claim they don't see me very often, which I guess isn't very far from the truth.
Anyway, the Greek wizards were highly intelligent. I mean Aristotle and Socrates were such great minds for modern day magic. It's really quite fascinating.
I hope you like your gift. See you on the Hogwarts Express on the first!
Love from,
Hermione'Aristotle and Socrates during the summer? Only Hermione.' Harry thought as he tore off the wrapping paper.
Under the wrapping paper was a heavy book entitled 'Modern Fighting Techniques: Muggle and Wizarding'. He gasped before putting it aside and grabbing the next package.
Hey Mate!
I'm doing alright. I'm you-know-where with the birdies. (Tonks made me phrase is that way.)
Anyway, I hope you like your gift. The twins stuck something in there too, so beware.
Here's something new. Mum's making Gred and Forge some back to school again this year! They weren't as mad as I thought they'd be, kept muttering something about test-subjects...
Cheers mate!Ron
P.S. Mum, Dad, and the twins helped me pay for it.
Harry cautiously opened the box and was pleasantly shocked when nothing exploded. He got a practice snitch from Ron before attempting to open the twin's package.
Harry,
We just wanted to say thanks again for the money. We'll be back at school again this year. More ickle-firsties to test products on! By the way, we want to talk to you when we get back to school. It's about a certain Padfoot. Don't tell Ron. It's for his birthday.
Speaking of birthdays, you are our silent partner, so you get 15% of WWW. Don't try to get out of it, or we'll prank you. We would have given it to you last year, but we were a little busy.
See you,
Gred and ForgeP.S. Since it's your birthday, we decided not to prank you until we get back to school.
Harry turned to the last two letters on his bed before picking up his Hogwarts letter. He ripped open the envelope and read the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Please note that the new school year will begin on September first. The train leaves at precisely eleven o'clock from the platform nine and three-quarters at Kings Cross Station.
Due to complaints, all students from fourth year up will be resorted at the beginning of the new school year.
Yours sincerely,
Professor M. McGonagall
P.S. I do hope to see you in Gryffindor.
"Odd." Harry muttered. "I wonder what the old coot is thinking and who requested the resorting." He reached over and picked up the last letter.
Dear Harry,
I asked Moony to send this letter to you on your sixteenth birthday if I wasn't still around. This, of course, means that I've kicked the bucket and can only hope that that I've gone down protecting you.
I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you for so long. Azkaban saw to that. I always felt guilty that I couldn't get you away from those horrid muggles. One of my repeating nightmares was that you wouldn't accept me as your godfather. When you did, I felt years younger.
Before your father died, he gave me something to give to you on your sixteenth birthday. This something is the Potter ring. Unbeknownst to James, Lily gave me another ring. Contrary to popular belief, your mother was a pureblood and your aunt, her older sister, a squib. The ring Lily gave me was the Kirk ring. It was supposed to pass to Petunia's son if she was magical. As she wasn't, it went to Lily.
These rings are very special. There is one for each of the original twenty-five solely pureblood families. These family names include Parkinson, Malfoy, Avery, Nott, Lestrange, Black, Potter, Kirk, Bulstrode, and many others. They were made centuries ago and only the oldest magical male heir can wear it until their oldest magical son's sixteenth birthday. In the event that there isn't a magical male heir, the oldest magical daughter wears it on a chain around their neck when their father dies or until their son's sixteenth birthday. This is in the event that the father doesn't give it to their son-in-law to wear. It gets a bit complicated after that. Along with these rings, you gain complete control of both the Potter and the Kirk vaults.
Harry, I love you like the son I never had. Please wear the Black ring as well. It will acknowledge you as my heir and let you into my vaults. Also, the Kirk ring must be worn on the middle finger of your right hand, the Potter ring on your right ring finger, and the Black ring on your left middle finger. This order is very important.
From the names above, you can probably conclude that most purebloods are Slytherins. I have a confession to make. Your father, mother, Remus and I are Death Eaters. You are the heir to the Dark Lord's throne. Voldemort is your mother's father. Dumbledore killed your parents because he was afraid of them getting too powerful. He also tried to keep you from doing the same thing by giving you that scar. He tried to kill you. I would have told you earlier, but the manipulative bastard wiped my memories of this. I only started to remember a few months ago. I requested a resorting for you. Embrace your destiny in Slytherin. It's my last wish.
I love you son,
Sirius Black
"Slytherin? I would do well in Slytherin." Harry muttered. "The old coot left without a family and now he will pay. I will join you Grandfather. I will honor my godfather in killing off the order."
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