Note: I do not own Harry Potter, nor unfortunately any of the associated
films, tapes or characters from the stories. This story is set after JK
Rowling's "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix". This contains
spoilers - sorry!
Harry Potter and the Chasm of Life
Chapter 1 - The Muggle Raids
Dusk was falling over a dishevelled landscape, and people were running all over the place. Occasional flashes of light illuminated the carnage that had been the park of Little Whinging. Down one street a group of boys ran, no longer maintaining there fierce pride in their strength, all that custom had been long forgotten this day. Dudley Dursley and his gang were running, panicking and screaming down the streets. Fear etched across his podgy face, Dudley ran for his house, as fast as his thick legs would let him. The door burst open ahead of him, as behind him a boy with jet-black hair tore after him, his wand held firmly in his grasp. Harry Potter slammed the door shut behind him, and after drawing the curtains, he went upstairs and grabbed a small box of floo powder he had been given earlier that summer.
Harry Potter had found out after getting back from school (Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) that his Aunt and Uncle's house had been permanently connected to the floo network, with a small fire built in, although only Dumbledore, the Weasley's and Hermione knew this. Opening up his cupboard, Harry threw some of the powder onto the fireplace in there, which erupted in green flame.
"Number 12 Grimmauld Place!" Harry said, before quickly thrusting his head into the fire. Harry had only done this once before, in Professor Umbridge's office last year at Hogwarts, and he was trying to reach the same place now, under equally serious circumstances. Harry felt the odd feeling of his neck being stretched as his head zoomed through endless pipes until suddenly his head popped out in the fire place of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Harry spotted a familiar man, his long white hair shimmering on his back.
"DUMBLEDORE!" yelled Harry. Dumbledore span around and Harry didn't let him start talking. "Dumbledore! There are Death Eaters! Death Eaters in Privet Drive!" Dumbledore gave Harry a small nod and disappeared in a swirl of his coat. Harry fear lifted slightly, and he was almost smiling as he saw Remus Lupin stride into the room. His face was even more lined so than it usually was, and Harry guessed that this must have been because of Sirius.
Harry had spent a lot of the summer just in quiet, contemplating the death of his godfather Sirius Black. Sirius' very own cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, had killed him in front of Harry's eyes, two months ago in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic. Harry had chased after her afterwards, and had ended up having Voldemort, the Dark Lord who had killed his parents over 15 years ago, trying to possess Harry's body. Harry had survived due to a force which ran through his veins, a force which according to a lost prophecy, was the "power the Dark Lord knows not.". But Sirius had died that day, and Harry had been grieving for him privately, his mood swings more and more prominent now and more and more swinging further into a deep depression. Lupin looked like he also had been deeply saddened by the death. Sirius had been the only friend of Lupin's since his Hogwarts days, who he could trust. Sirius was dead. James Potter was dead. And Peter Pettigrew was on the loose again, and on the side of the Dark Lord.
Lupin gave Harry a shocked look; he must have heard what he'd said. "Death Eaters? In Little Whinging? Harry, go back, I'll be with you in a second. Just go!" Harry pulled his head back and soon he was lying sprawled on his bedroom floor. Harry felt a hand pull him to his feet, and he turned to face Dumbledore, who looked grave.
"There are many Death Eaters out tonight Harry, but they are not here to get you. They are here merely to scare you. These are the ones who have since joined Voldemort's cause, as we currently still have Mr Malfoy and all the others caught in the Department of Mysteries in containment."
Harry nodded. It made sense: he had seen pictures of the Death Eaters placed without wands into a special chamber in the Department of Mysteries, where apparating was impossible, and where Aurors guarded day and night. He looked back up at Dumbledore, who continued.
"We must move you from here Harry. Go to Grimmauld Place. Lupin is waiting for you there."
Harry grabbed his trunk, his Firebolt, his cauldron and Hedwig's cage, (whose occupant hooted blearily), and strode into the fire. He was about to say the words "Grimmauld Place", when the house shook violently. Harry fell out of the fireplace, his possessions scattering around him. His scar burned on his forehead, much stronger than it had done over the past few weeks.
"He is here." He whispered to himself. Quickly righting Hedwig's cage, Harry looked out the window.
Dumbledore was out on the street, and he had most of the Death Eater's wrapped up in an invisible chord, yet two rogues remained. Harry's stomach went icy.
Standing at the end of the road, were Lord Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange. Dumbledore was facing them, his face white, his expression livid. He followed Voldemort's gaze and looked up to see Harry poking his head out of the window.
"Come out little Potter!" taunted Voldemort. "Come out and we won't kill your Aunt and Uncle!"
Harry was bewildered, his Aunt and Uncle were sheltering downstairs, but there they were, cowering behind Bellatrix Lestrange, who had her wand on them.
"Crucio." She muttered. Harry blanched as his Uncle writhed on the floor, screaming, rolling in agony as the Cruciatus Curse took its effect. Harry ran downstairs, and had one hand on the door before he heard it. A small voice whispering to him.
"Harry?" he walked into the living room, to see his Aunt, Uncle and Cousin hiding behind the sofa. Harry realised in an instant what Voldemort's game was, and so he retreated back to his room muttering warnings to the Dursley's to stay where they were. He looked out of his window and laughed at Voldemort.
"You'll have to do better than that to get me out of here!" Harry laughed at Voldemort, taunting him while quietly drawing out his own wand. As Voldemort grew angry he fired a spell at the neighbour's house, which burst into flame. Harry took his chance. While Voldemort's wand was out he yelled a quick spell.
"Accio wands!" Harry had just been fast enough. Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange's wands flew into his hands, as the fake Dursley's exploded as the spell ended. Voldemort reeled for a second, before snapping his fingers in the air, and they vanished. Dumbledore appeared by Harry's side.
"Well done Harry! But now you MUST go to Grimmauld Place. Voldemort could be back at any second with a new wand. Besides, I dare say Remus would be happy to see you." With a small twinkling smile, Dumbledore went back down to the street as Ministry wizards arrived to clear up, and memories were modified. Harry picked up his belongings, and walked to the fireplace. "Grimmauld Place!" He said, and he felt the familiar feeling, as he was heading back to Sirius' house.
Harry Potter and the Chasm of Life
Chapter 1 - The Muggle Raids
Dusk was falling over a dishevelled landscape, and people were running all over the place. Occasional flashes of light illuminated the carnage that had been the park of Little Whinging. Down one street a group of boys ran, no longer maintaining there fierce pride in their strength, all that custom had been long forgotten this day. Dudley Dursley and his gang were running, panicking and screaming down the streets. Fear etched across his podgy face, Dudley ran for his house, as fast as his thick legs would let him. The door burst open ahead of him, as behind him a boy with jet-black hair tore after him, his wand held firmly in his grasp. Harry Potter slammed the door shut behind him, and after drawing the curtains, he went upstairs and grabbed a small box of floo powder he had been given earlier that summer.
Harry Potter had found out after getting back from school (Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) that his Aunt and Uncle's house had been permanently connected to the floo network, with a small fire built in, although only Dumbledore, the Weasley's and Hermione knew this. Opening up his cupboard, Harry threw some of the powder onto the fireplace in there, which erupted in green flame.
"Number 12 Grimmauld Place!" Harry said, before quickly thrusting his head into the fire. Harry had only done this once before, in Professor Umbridge's office last year at Hogwarts, and he was trying to reach the same place now, under equally serious circumstances. Harry felt the odd feeling of his neck being stretched as his head zoomed through endless pipes until suddenly his head popped out in the fire place of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Harry spotted a familiar man, his long white hair shimmering on his back.
"DUMBLEDORE!" yelled Harry. Dumbledore span around and Harry didn't let him start talking. "Dumbledore! There are Death Eaters! Death Eaters in Privet Drive!" Dumbledore gave Harry a small nod and disappeared in a swirl of his coat. Harry fear lifted slightly, and he was almost smiling as he saw Remus Lupin stride into the room. His face was even more lined so than it usually was, and Harry guessed that this must have been because of Sirius.
Harry had spent a lot of the summer just in quiet, contemplating the death of his godfather Sirius Black. Sirius' very own cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, had killed him in front of Harry's eyes, two months ago in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic. Harry had chased after her afterwards, and had ended up having Voldemort, the Dark Lord who had killed his parents over 15 years ago, trying to possess Harry's body. Harry had survived due to a force which ran through his veins, a force which according to a lost prophecy, was the "power the Dark Lord knows not.". But Sirius had died that day, and Harry had been grieving for him privately, his mood swings more and more prominent now and more and more swinging further into a deep depression. Lupin looked like he also had been deeply saddened by the death. Sirius had been the only friend of Lupin's since his Hogwarts days, who he could trust. Sirius was dead. James Potter was dead. And Peter Pettigrew was on the loose again, and on the side of the Dark Lord.
Lupin gave Harry a shocked look; he must have heard what he'd said. "Death Eaters? In Little Whinging? Harry, go back, I'll be with you in a second. Just go!" Harry pulled his head back and soon he was lying sprawled on his bedroom floor. Harry felt a hand pull him to his feet, and he turned to face Dumbledore, who looked grave.
"There are many Death Eaters out tonight Harry, but they are not here to get you. They are here merely to scare you. These are the ones who have since joined Voldemort's cause, as we currently still have Mr Malfoy and all the others caught in the Department of Mysteries in containment."
Harry nodded. It made sense: he had seen pictures of the Death Eaters placed without wands into a special chamber in the Department of Mysteries, where apparating was impossible, and where Aurors guarded day and night. He looked back up at Dumbledore, who continued.
"We must move you from here Harry. Go to Grimmauld Place. Lupin is waiting for you there."
Harry grabbed his trunk, his Firebolt, his cauldron and Hedwig's cage, (whose occupant hooted blearily), and strode into the fire. He was about to say the words "Grimmauld Place", when the house shook violently. Harry fell out of the fireplace, his possessions scattering around him. His scar burned on his forehead, much stronger than it had done over the past few weeks.
"He is here." He whispered to himself. Quickly righting Hedwig's cage, Harry looked out the window.
Dumbledore was out on the street, and he had most of the Death Eater's wrapped up in an invisible chord, yet two rogues remained. Harry's stomach went icy.
Standing at the end of the road, were Lord Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange. Dumbledore was facing them, his face white, his expression livid. He followed Voldemort's gaze and looked up to see Harry poking his head out of the window.
"Come out little Potter!" taunted Voldemort. "Come out and we won't kill your Aunt and Uncle!"
Harry was bewildered, his Aunt and Uncle were sheltering downstairs, but there they were, cowering behind Bellatrix Lestrange, who had her wand on them.
"Crucio." She muttered. Harry blanched as his Uncle writhed on the floor, screaming, rolling in agony as the Cruciatus Curse took its effect. Harry ran downstairs, and had one hand on the door before he heard it. A small voice whispering to him.
"Harry?" he walked into the living room, to see his Aunt, Uncle and Cousin hiding behind the sofa. Harry realised in an instant what Voldemort's game was, and so he retreated back to his room muttering warnings to the Dursley's to stay where they were. He looked out of his window and laughed at Voldemort.
"You'll have to do better than that to get me out of here!" Harry laughed at Voldemort, taunting him while quietly drawing out his own wand. As Voldemort grew angry he fired a spell at the neighbour's house, which burst into flame. Harry took his chance. While Voldemort's wand was out he yelled a quick spell.
"Accio wands!" Harry had just been fast enough. Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange's wands flew into his hands, as the fake Dursley's exploded as the spell ended. Voldemort reeled for a second, before snapping his fingers in the air, and they vanished. Dumbledore appeared by Harry's side.
"Well done Harry! But now you MUST go to Grimmauld Place. Voldemort could be back at any second with a new wand. Besides, I dare say Remus would be happy to see you." With a small twinkling smile, Dumbledore went back down to the street as Ministry wizards arrived to clear up, and memories were modified. Harry picked up his belongings, and walked to the fireplace. "Grimmauld Place!" He said, and he felt the familiar feeling, as he was heading back to Sirius' house.