Catcher
Disclaimer; I own absolutely nothing that you have heard of from the five books by J.K. Rowling and anything that is from other stories that I copied without realising it. Other then that the ideas are just my imagination causing problems.
A/N; I know this is short but I wanted to keep it short and to the point the other chapters will hopefully be a bit longer but I am new to writing, so I would love any reviews, good or bad, constructive criticisms is more then welcome. Please enjoy and tell me what you think. I don't like cliffhanger that much, but may put some in, some may be there if it is an easy place to finished the chapter and my apologies to those who hate cliff hangers but never mind.you'll live. Anyway "On with the show!" (Oh dear)
Chapter 1; Double notification
The summer after Harry Potter's fifth year at Hogwarts was becoming rather dull. But what kept the prospect of it enjoyable to Harry was the fact that in a week, the Weasley's would be coming to pick him up and take him to Hogwarts. It had been an interesting last week that Harry couldn't help remembering.
It had started the Sunday just past when he had received a letter with a clipping from the Daily Prophet. It had been an announcement that the Ministry of Magic had withdrawn Minister Fudge's right to the Position and declared a state of war in Great Briton. With it had been the letter;
Dear Mr. H. Potter,
Due to the nature of the adjoining paper excerpt, we have decided that all Hogwarts students from first to sixth years will return to Hogwarts to be placed under our protection. Seventh years will have the choice of returning or protecting themselves. Please board the Hogwarts express on platform 9 ¾ at eleven o'clock on the 1st of August. Please send a reply using the owl provided if you have any problems returning on this date.
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Ron had sent him a letter the next day saying that they would collect him on his birthday at midday and would stay in London till they caught the train.
So Harry waited in anticipation for his birthday and his trip into London with his substitute family.
Over the summer holiday the Dursleys had left him alone, probably owing to 'Mad Eye' Moody's warning to them at the strain station after getting off the train. To amuse himself he had studied long and hard on his textbooks from his first-year books to his new sixth-year ones. He had almost memorised every spell, fact and potion in them, but hadn't been able to practice the spells since he hadn't wanted to give Fudge any reason to suspect him.
It wasn't long before the 30th of July came about and Harry had just told his uncle and aunt that he would be being picked up at noon the next day. At six he resigned to reading but having finished all the set texts he moved to a new book on special abilities that he had bought in Hogsmead at the end of his last year.
He opened it to the introduction that said;
"This book documents thousands of years of abilities rare and mysterious. Some have been thought long extinct for thousands of years. Be warned not all gifts are included, common gifts like 'seeing' are left out as there are numerous texts on those gifts."
Harry read about lots of 'gifts,' for hours and got so engrossed in this new knowledge that the sun had long sunk below the horizon outside his window by the time he looked up at the clock to see that the it was approaching midnight.
A knocking at the window caught his attention and he got up and moved to open the window. As the owl flew in Harry immediately realised the oddity of the situation, he wasn't an ungrateful person, but he knew something was wrong because on midnight on his birthday, ever since his 12th birthday he had always had numerous owls deliver him presents. This year though the presence of just one owl unnerved him slightly. He tentatively took the letter it held for him and broke the seal, which was a plain shield with crossed wand and sword. Opening the letter he started to read, his eyes became wider as he went along.
Dear Mr. Potter,
It has come to our attention in the last several years that you are the wielder of powerful magic beyond your age's normal level of magic.
It is due to this that The Order of Zalot is willing to offer you training in areas of you choice, this we do freeing and without need for compensation. We ask only that you consider joining our cause at any point in your life.
More information on the Order will be revealed to you if you chose to accept, we warn you however that this chance in the only one you will receive and that it extends for only the next 24 hours.
Any sensible wizard, including you by what we know by observation, would want proof that we are not a dark organisation luring you to your demise, therefore you will note the Zalot that resides on the delivery owls back. As you will know the Zalot is a creature of the light and cannot be seen or controlled by a person that wields dark magic.
The Zalot will remain around you for the next 24 hour or until you decide to join our order. If you chose that you are willing to train with us, if not for a prolonged duration, just touch you wand to the Zalot.
We wish you well.
The Maesters
For all eternity
Here followed another crest,
Harry promptly let go of the letter and let it flutter to the floor at his feet before sitting on his bed. He thought it over. He had always felt left out in the war ever since his forth year and even before that, he wanted to do something, maybe the training could come in use, and the order never said that he would be tied down and that it was his choice. Then there was the problem of whether the owl was from Voldemort as a trick to kill him.
"Well," he muttered to himself, "the letter answers that problem."
So he scooped up the letter and re-read the section on the Zalot, and then stood to move to the owl, he gasped in shock at the Zalot sited just below the owls neck. He reached out a wary hand to it, and it looked up with its gold eyes and vanished.
The creature was as small as Ron Weasley's owl Pig and had short light blue fur streaked with almost every basic colour in the spectrum, the most pronounced were the blue and red streaks. It also had a small mouth barely half the size of Harry's fingertip. It resembled a cross between an owl and a small cat, as it had a cats tail and paws. But no wings at all, which was what surprised Harry. From what he knew from classes they could fly.
Harry started at this shock and jumped when the creature reappeared on his shoulder.
"Surely, Voldemort wouldn't send him something that did that, or bother finding one." He thought to himself.
Harry knew that they had touched on Zalots in Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid last year, the information was sketchy and they had only seen sketches of the creatures. As they were thought to be extinct, the sources they had read implied that dark magic had caused them to flee almost five thousand years ago. He also knew from classes that they didn't tolerate dark magic and couldn't be captured or controlled by any magic known. Harry didn't know anything about them, but if the creature trusted the situation enough to be present then there was no chance that Dark Magic was involved.
Harry knew that he was being reckless and that Hermione would lecture him about being more careful and consulting the headmaster. However he also knew he needed to help the world and this was an opportunity to do just that. He also felt that this was a secret that he wanted to keep to himself for as long as possible. He couldn't live with himself if he turned away from this chance. So he did it, he took out his wand and held his hand up to the creature to see if it would settle on his hand. It disappeared again only to reappear on his palm half a second later.
Harry touched his wand to its forehead.
The room blazed with solid light, and Harry knew no more.
Disclaimer; I own absolutely nothing that you have heard of from the five books by J.K. Rowling and anything that is from other stories that I copied without realising it. Other then that the ideas are just my imagination causing problems.
A/N; I know this is short but I wanted to keep it short and to the point the other chapters will hopefully be a bit longer but I am new to writing, so I would love any reviews, good or bad, constructive criticisms is more then welcome. Please enjoy and tell me what you think. I don't like cliffhanger that much, but may put some in, some may be there if it is an easy place to finished the chapter and my apologies to those who hate cliff hangers but never mind.you'll live. Anyway "On with the show!" (Oh dear)
Chapter 1; Double notification
The summer after Harry Potter's fifth year at Hogwarts was becoming rather dull. But what kept the prospect of it enjoyable to Harry was the fact that in a week, the Weasley's would be coming to pick him up and take him to Hogwarts. It had been an interesting last week that Harry couldn't help remembering.
It had started the Sunday just past when he had received a letter with a clipping from the Daily Prophet. It had been an announcement that the Ministry of Magic had withdrawn Minister Fudge's right to the Position and declared a state of war in Great Briton. With it had been the letter;
Dear Mr. H. Potter,
Due to the nature of the adjoining paper excerpt, we have decided that all Hogwarts students from first to sixth years will return to Hogwarts to be placed under our protection. Seventh years will have the choice of returning or protecting themselves. Please board the Hogwarts express on platform 9 ¾ at eleven o'clock on the 1st of August. Please send a reply using the owl provided if you have any problems returning on this date.
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Ron had sent him a letter the next day saying that they would collect him on his birthday at midday and would stay in London till they caught the train.
So Harry waited in anticipation for his birthday and his trip into London with his substitute family.
Over the summer holiday the Dursleys had left him alone, probably owing to 'Mad Eye' Moody's warning to them at the strain station after getting off the train. To amuse himself he had studied long and hard on his textbooks from his first-year books to his new sixth-year ones. He had almost memorised every spell, fact and potion in them, but hadn't been able to practice the spells since he hadn't wanted to give Fudge any reason to suspect him.
It wasn't long before the 30th of July came about and Harry had just told his uncle and aunt that he would be being picked up at noon the next day. At six he resigned to reading but having finished all the set texts he moved to a new book on special abilities that he had bought in Hogsmead at the end of his last year.
He opened it to the introduction that said;
"This book documents thousands of years of abilities rare and mysterious. Some have been thought long extinct for thousands of years. Be warned not all gifts are included, common gifts like 'seeing' are left out as there are numerous texts on those gifts."
Harry read about lots of 'gifts,' for hours and got so engrossed in this new knowledge that the sun had long sunk below the horizon outside his window by the time he looked up at the clock to see that the it was approaching midnight.
A knocking at the window caught his attention and he got up and moved to open the window. As the owl flew in Harry immediately realised the oddity of the situation, he wasn't an ungrateful person, but he knew something was wrong because on midnight on his birthday, ever since his 12th birthday he had always had numerous owls deliver him presents. This year though the presence of just one owl unnerved him slightly. He tentatively took the letter it held for him and broke the seal, which was a plain shield with crossed wand and sword. Opening the letter he started to read, his eyes became wider as he went along.
Dear Mr. Potter,
It has come to our attention in the last several years that you are the wielder of powerful magic beyond your age's normal level of magic.
It is due to this that The Order of Zalot is willing to offer you training in areas of you choice, this we do freeing and without need for compensation. We ask only that you consider joining our cause at any point in your life.
More information on the Order will be revealed to you if you chose to accept, we warn you however that this chance in the only one you will receive and that it extends for only the next 24 hours.
Any sensible wizard, including you by what we know by observation, would want proof that we are not a dark organisation luring you to your demise, therefore you will note the Zalot that resides on the delivery owls back. As you will know the Zalot is a creature of the light and cannot be seen or controlled by a person that wields dark magic.
The Zalot will remain around you for the next 24 hour or until you decide to join our order. If you chose that you are willing to train with us, if not for a prolonged duration, just touch you wand to the Zalot.
We wish you well.
The Maesters
For all eternity
Here followed another crest,
Harry promptly let go of the letter and let it flutter to the floor at his feet before sitting on his bed. He thought it over. He had always felt left out in the war ever since his forth year and even before that, he wanted to do something, maybe the training could come in use, and the order never said that he would be tied down and that it was his choice. Then there was the problem of whether the owl was from Voldemort as a trick to kill him.
"Well," he muttered to himself, "the letter answers that problem."
So he scooped up the letter and re-read the section on the Zalot, and then stood to move to the owl, he gasped in shock at the Zalot sited just below the owls neck. He reached out a wary hand to it, and it looked up with its gold eyes and vanished.
The creature was as small as Ron Weasley's owl Pig and had short light blue fur streaked with almost every basic colour in the spectrum, the most pronounced were the blue and red streaks. It also had a small mouth barely half the size of Harry's fingertip. It resembled a cross between an owl and a small cat, as it had a cats tail and paws. But no wings at all, which was what surprised Harry. From what he knew from classes they could fly.
Harry started at this shock and jumped when the creature reappeared on his shoulder.
"Surely, Voldemort wouldn't send him something that did that, or bother finding one." He thought to himself.
Harry knew that they had touched on Zalots in Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid last year, the information was sketchy and they had only seen sketches of the creatures. As they were thought to be extinct, the sources they had read implied that dark magic had caused them to flee almost five thousand years ago. He also knew from classes that they didn't tolerate dark magic and couldn't be captured or controlled by any magic known. Harry didn't know anything about them, but if the creature trusted the situation enough to be present then there was no chance that Dark Magic was involved.
Harry knew that he was being reckless and that Hermione would lecture him about being more careful and consulting the headmaster. However he also knew he needed to help the world and this was an opportunity to do just that. He also felt that this was a secret that he wanted to keep to himself for as long as possible. He couldn't live with himself if he turned away from this chance. So he did it, he took out his wand and held his hand up to the creature to see if it would settle on his hand. It disappeared again only to reappear on his palm half a second later.
Harry touched his wand to its forehead.
The room blazed with solid light, and Harry knew no more.