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"Speech"

'Thoughts'

Harry Potter and the Curse breaker's Mate

Chapter 1

It was the summer before Harry Potter's final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You see Harry Potter is not a normal boy he is a wizard and a famous one at that. He was famous because he survived the killing curse at one year old. No one had ever survived that curse before; he was named The-Boy-Who-Lived. Anyway, the last few months have been horrendous for Harry. So much had happened Draco Malfoy had switched sides after his mother was murdered by Voldemort because Draco refused to follow in his fathers footsteps, become a death eater, and receive the dark mark. Ron and Hermione, Harry's two best friends, had finally realized they felt more than friendship for one another and the most important Voldemort was dead.

The final battle was bloody and many people died including Colin and Dennis Creevey, Blaise Zabini, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, the Patil twins but the person Harry missed the most was Sirius Black who died protecting his best friend's younger sister Ginny Weasley from Bellatrix Lestrange. One of his father's best friends was gone.

Voldemort was dead as were most of his followers. Those who weren't killed in the final battle either died during capture or had life long sentences in Azkaban. Some lucky ones even got the dementors kiss. Even though the threat to Harry's life was gone, Dumbledore still insisted that Harry return to the Dursleys even if it was only until his 17th birthday.

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It was about 7 o'clock in the morning and Harry was lying on his bed in the smallest bedroom in #4 Privet drive wondering why his two best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger haven't replied to his letters.

"Boy get down here this instant." Uncle Vernon bellowed.

'Well this can't be good' Harry thought as he rose from the bed, walked out of his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. There stood his uncle with a sheet of paper in his hand. As Harry entered the kitchen, his uncle threw the sheet of paper at him.

"That's a list of jobs that must be done by the time I get back or you get no meals for the rest of the week!" Vernon explained. 'Defiantly not good' thought Harry.

"Yes uncle Vernon." Harry replied.

After his uncle had left the house for work, Harry glanced at the list of jobs he had to do before his uncle got home later that day. There was the usual thing like clean the house from top to bottom, weed the garden (don't get any flowers by mistake you'll regret it) and prune the roses. As well as them, there were other chores that he only had to do every month or so. The chores were paint the fence and clean out the shed. At the bottom was a scrawled note saying 'I'll be checking boy!'

It took him 9 hours to complete all the tasks set. When he had finally done and he entered the house through the back doorway that led to the kitchen, he found his aunt Petunia stood by the kitchen table. As she noticed Harry enter the house, she pointed to a plate on the kitchen table that held a plate with two slices of old bread. There was a glass of water stood next to the plate.

"Hurry up and eat that before your uncle gets home, then go up to your room and stay out of my sight" she growled. To say has Harry was shocked was an understatement, he had never heard his aunt take quite that tone with him before, he had heard it occasionally if something had happened that she didn't like, but it had only been directed at him on his birthday .

Harry quickly finished the food he had been given and headed up to his room. As he opened the door Hedwig, his snowy white owl that his first friend and half-giant bought his as an eleventh birthday present, flew in the window and land on the old desk in his room. The desk was so old it looked like it was about to collapse Harry made his way over to it and held out his left arm which he bent at the elbow. Hedwig swooped over to him, landed on his arm and stuck out her leg. As Harry took the envelope from her, he recognized Dumbledore's italic writing on the front. He didn't even open the letter because he knew what it would contain. Harry would he staying at Privet drive all summer and should not contact his friends. He knew this because he had already received 5 of the same letters. He just threw it into the bin in the corner of his room. Harry walked over to Hedwig's cage and let her settle inside it before turning around, making his way over to his bed and collapsing on it, falling asleep within moments.

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Harry woke to find a large brown owl tapping at the window. Harry scrambled up on his knees on the bed wearing only his pajama bottoms, thinking the owl was from Hermione or Ron and they had written back. He opened this window and hurriedly retrieved the letter from the owl but his heart sank as he turned the letter over to open it and noticed the Gringotts seal on it. His hands were shaking as he opened the letter, it read:

Dear Mr Potter,

We have recently been informed of the death of Lord Sirius Orion Black. We are writing to inform you that the will of Lord Black will be read on the Wednesday 12th July at 10am. The will of Lord Black's will be followed by the will of your parents Lord and Lady Potter. It has recently become known that your parents will, should have been read after you had turned eleven. We are currently investigating why this did not happen. If you wish to attends these wills just let three drops of blood fall on the parchment enclosed in this letter. We will send an employee to escort you to the bank. They will arrive at 8.30 am as we have important things to discuss.

Yours sincerely,

Director Ragnarok

Head Goblin

Harry dropped the letter on his bed grabbed the envelope and dug out the spare piece of parchment, walked to the bottom of his bed, opened his trunk and dug out the pocket knife, Sirius gave him for Christmas in his 5th year. He gently ran the blade over his thumb with just enough pressure on it for the cut to bleed a little. He held his bleeding thumb over the parchment and let three drops of blood fall on it. The parchment glowed pale blue for a couple of seconds before changing to white then fading completely.

He hurriedly put on one of Dudley's old tee shirts and made his way downstairs to inform the Dursleys that on Wednesday 12th he had some business to attend to. He peeked around the doorway to see the Dursleys sat at the table eating full English breakfast and drinking either coffee or orange juice. His uncle also has the morning paper in his hand.

He waited by the doorway to see if he would be addressed by his uncle. When this did not happen, he cleared his throat. Their heads snapped up in shock and wonder when Harry did this. Harry lent against the doorway with a smirk on his face that would rival Snape's. Harry calmly spoke to his 'family'. "Next Wednesday I'll be going out for the day as I have some 'of my kinds' business to attend. I am presuming I won't be back till late, so there is no need to wait up for me." With that, he straightened up and strolled back to his room leaving a purple-faced Vernon behind and the rest of the Dursleys looking as though they had been slapped in the face. As Harry walked back to his room he was thinking 'well that took care of them'.