Pawn
Warning: mild language, Don't own HP character nor mean any harm. (1of4 chapters) For the record I'm still working on Godrics Hollow, I know what I want to say in it, it's just I can't. Maybe it's writers block. This will be non slash, and isn't beta read because I don't know what happen to my beta reader.
By Tracev
Chapter 1 As it Happens
Harry Potter was currently sitting on the curb across the street from his aunt and uncles house. He had been sitting there most of the evening, watching the darkness fall around him. He was half hidden from view by a large trash can and a overgrown shrub. He was currently using a stick he had picked up to flick pebbles across the street. Each one a game to see how far they would go. He'd stop on occasion to watch Hedwig up in the tree outside his bedroom window. She was grooming and pruning herself, in return every once in a while she would stop and glance over at him. She stretched her wings flapping silently in the tree, she prepared for her nightly wanderings. Other owls slowly started to arrive as night fell circling the house.
She finally took flight circling with the owls. She flew low over him, close enough that he could feel the breeze of her wings clip his head. She flew higher still, circling, watching him. The other owls drifted away squawking at her as she continued to circle. Harry finally got the hint she wanted him to go in the house. The thing is he just didn't feel like it. He had spent most of the day just aimlessly walking around, the park, to the convienent store for lunch, drifted past kids his age riding their bikes.
He had spent every day since his summer return doing this. Just wandering the streets and the woods around his house. He needed this time, quiet time. He had to sort out his thoughts, he spent most of this time thinking of Cedric Diggory his classmate who had died because of him and his battle with Voldemort. He thought endlessly of the time he had spent in the infirmary after the tri-wizard tournament, it seemed that his mind was still foggy with some of the details. There had been so much commotion, people coming and going, in and out, going to sleep and waking back up. So many people talking and carrying on. He knew Bill Weasley had been sent to his fathers, Sirius Black to Professor Lupin's, and Professor Snape…. Had Dumbledore mentioned where Snape was going?
Harry had his supisions of course, he assumed Snape had returned to Voldemort as a spy. Of course that meant that Snape was a Death Eater, he had figured that out before school had ended. Though the Death Eaters aren't what he had imagined, he had thought them to be somewhat like the Dementors. Arrogant, overly proud men, not bending to some dark lord they hadn't seen in 14 years. Harry just couldn't understand the appeal of Voldemort. He went back to flicking the pebbles across the street lost in thought.
He only returned back to the Dursley's each evening because his stomach was growling something awful. He knew the Dursley's had already eaten dinner but at least he could grab a sandwich. Harry was just about to stand up and head in for the night when a man in a black cloak suddenly appeared. The man stood on the edge of the property between the Dursley's and the neighbors. He stood toe to toe where the sidewalk meets the grass.
The man was tall with a high collar on the cloak with a sort of cowboy hat pull down tight shielding his eyes. The setting sun cast him in shadows. The man lifted a foot and hesitenly took a step onto the grass. He flinched back as if he expected to be shocked yet was surprised when he wasn't. The man inched slowly up the border between the houses stepping on the flowers in his wake. He eased his way up getting closer to the house, Hedwig circling above screeching all the while. Other owls slowly reappeared slowly circling.
The man was approximately 5 feet from the corner of the Dursley's house when a white light sparked and the man stopped. He inched sideways across the front of the house, every once in a while he would step forward to see if the barrier was still there, once he was assured it still was he mover to the next area. He inched along the front of the house and then disappeared along the far side, then reappeared on the opposite side still walking slowly all around the house. The man stood now again in front of the house he took off his hat and shook out his blond hair. He seemed to be fidgeting with something in his cloak, then he stood back to wait.
That's when Harry realized what was happening. Suddenly he knew what his man was, for he saw them coming, the air was suddenly filled with them…Death Eaters. Harry stood abruptly knocking over the trashcan, the man turned to look at the commotion. Hedwig and followers suddenly dive-bombed the man as Harry took off running for the house. He sprinted up the front step dashed through the front door slamming it shut behind him. Harry peeked through the curtains in the front window only to find others were landing in the front yard wands already pulled. Some were throwing short blasts of red or green light toward the house.
Uncle Vernon ripped Harry from the window shaking him "What have you done now? Who's chasing you?" he roared. Harry pointed toward the window pulling himself from his uncle's grip and dashed upstairs to his bedroom. His trunk was already open, he rummaged around until he found his wand. Peeked out his bedroom window to see what the Death Eaters were doing.
Harry came back downstairs to his uncle's curses, he was standing on the front porch shouting at the men to get off his property. "Stop it…uncle Vernon they're Death Eaters" Harry shrieked running forward. Vernon Dursley turn to face his nephew "What did you say?" he said in a would be calm voice. "Death Eaters, uncle" Vernon glanced back at them he slowly eased his way back into the house.
Harry and Dudley stood there looking at uncle and father alike. He had shut his eyes and was leaning against the doorframe clutching his heart. "Father?… Daddy?" Dudley whispered. Harry figured either his uncle was now going to kill him before the Death Eaters got a chance or he was going to have a heart attack. Harry backed up a little watching his uncle. They stood there for what seemed like forever. When a blast of curses and hexes were suddenly thrown at the house. A lot of squawking was cutting through the blasts.
Pigwedon came soaring in the still open front door followed by Hedwig. Pig had a parchment in his beak fluttering like mad and finally dropping the parchment. Harry took the letter and opened it immediatly. He scanned it quickly, it was just a simple note from Ron to say hi how was your summer? Harry turned it over nothing more. No one from Hogwarts or the Ministry seemed to be aware just yet of what was happening here. Though he was quite sure that someone from the Ministry was on their way. Harry rushed to Uncle Vernon's study and wrote a quick note to Headmaster Dumbledore of what was currently happening.
Hedwig was perched on the couch with her leg ready, Harry turned to Pig. He was small and fast plus he had just got past the Death Eaters but he did look tired from the trip and to the castle was a much longer journey. Yet Hedwig was well rested but she was to big and would easily be hit and it would take her longer to get to the castle and truth be told he didn't want to risk his own owl. He had grown very fond of her, not to mention at times during the summer she was his only friend and he would certainly hate to put her in such danger.
In the end Harry chose Pig much to Hedwigs disgust. He clutched the small bird in his hand, going upstairs, opening his bedroom window, thinking he would have a better chance of escape higher up. He gave the letter to pig who clutched it in his beak happily. Harry held him tightly, "Pig pay attention." The bird perked up a little, "it's very important you get this letter to Professor Dumbledore or McGonagall or even Flitwick or… Snape, but only if no one else is around" the bird seemed to nod. "Pig go as fast as you can, don't stop for anyone not even Ron, Understand?" Pig muffled a hooted, Harry took a deep breath.
Hedwig had perched herself in the tree right outside Harry's windowsill within the invisible barrier that surrounded the house. Harry smiled at her, then at Pig. Harry stuck his upper body out the window and threw Pig high up in the air, the bird fell a few feet and then slowly regained speed and crossed the barrier still to low. The Death Eaters were ready, wands pulled and were shooting curses already. Pig ducked and darted every which way, he dived down then gained speed up. He circled back around and it was just about to cross the street when the deadly curse hit him.
His body was slowly falling back to the ground, the letter floating downward like a feather lost in the current of the wind. Hedwig was already in the air, Harry screamed for her to stop, she tried none of the fancy stuff that Pig had tried she simply glided toward the letter, caught it in midair and glided upward and over the top of the trees and was gone.
Harry stood there for a long time at the window watching the spot Hedwig had disappeared in. He watched until the sun had totally set and night was fully upon them. All he could do now was wait.
Continue soon…
Question? Does anyone else think that the song Narcissus by Alanis Morissette is about Draco? Thanks Wittchway for pointing this out.
Warning: mild language, Don't own HP character nor mean any harm. (1of4 chapters) For the record I'm still working on Godrics Hollow, I know what I want to say in it, it's just I can't. Maybe it's writers block. This will be non slash, and isn't beta read because I don't know what happen to my beta reader.
By Tracev
Chapter 1 As it Happens
Harry Potter was currently sitting on the curb across the street from his aunt and uncles house. He had been sitting there most of the evening, watching the darkness fall around him. He was half hidden from view by a large trash can and a overgrown shrub. He was currently using a stick he had picked up to flick pebbles across the street. Each one a game to see how far they would go. He'd stop on occasion to watch Hedwig up in the tree outside his bedroom window. She was grooming and pruning herself, in return every once in a while she would stop and glance over at him. She stretched her wings flapping silently in the tree, she prepared for her nightly wanderings. Other owls slowly started to arrive as night fell circling the house.
She finally took flight circling with the owls. She flew low over him, close enough that he could feel the breeze of her wings clip his head. She flew higher still, circling, watching him. The other owls drifted away squawking at her as she continued to circle. Harry finally got the hint she wanted him to go in the house. The thing is he just didn't feel like it. He had spent most of the day just aimlessly walking around, the park, to the convienent store for lunch, drifted past kids his age riding their bikes.
He had spent every day since his summer return doing this. Just wandering the streets and the woods around his house. He needed this time, quiet time. He had to sort out his thoughts, he spent most of this time thinking of Cedric Diggory his classmate who had died because of him and his battle with Voldemort. He thought endlessly of the time he had spent in the infirmary after the tri-wizard tournament, it seemed that his mind was still foggy with some of the details. There had been so much commotion, people coming and going, in and out, going to sleep and waking back up. So many people talking and carrying on. He knew Bill Weasley had been sent to his fathers, Sirius Black to Professor Lupin's, and Professor Snape…. Had Dumbledore mentioned where Snape was going?
Harry had his supisions of course, he assumed Snape had returned to Voldemort as a spy. Of course that meant that Snape was a Death Eater, he had figured that out before school had ended. Though the Death Eaters aren't what he had imagined, he had thought them to be somewhat like the Dementors. Arrogant, overly proud men, not bending to some dark lord they hadn't seen in 14 years. Harry just couldn't understand the appeal of Voldemort. He went back to flicking the pebbles across the street lost in thought.
He only returned back to the Dursley's each evening because his stomach was growling something awful. He knew the Dursley's had already eaten dinner but at least he could grab a sandwich. Harry was just about to stand up and head in for the night when a man in a black cloak suddenly appeared. The man stood on the edge of the property between the Dursley's and the neighbors. He stood toe to toe where the sidewalk meets the grass.
The man was tall with a high collar on the cloak with a sort of cowboy hat pull down tight shielding his eyes. The setting sun cast him in shadows. The man lifted a foot and hesitenly took a step onto the grass. He flinched back as if he expected to be shocked yet was surprised when he wasn't. The man inched slowly up the border between the houses stepping on the flowers in his wake. He eased his way up getting closer to the house, Hedwig circling above screeching all the while. Other owls slowly reappeared slowly circling.
The man was approximately 5 feet from the corner of the Dursley's house when a white light sparked and the man stopped. He inched sideways across the front of the house, every once in a while he would step forward to see if the barrier was still there, once he was assured it still was he mover to the next area. He inched along the front of the house and then disappeared along the far side, then reappeared on the opposite side still walking slowly all around the house. The man stood now again in front of the house he took off his hat and shook out his blond hair. He seemed to be fidgeting with something in his cloak, then he stood back to wait.
That's when Harry realized what was happening. Suddenly he knew what his man was, for he saw them coming, the air was suddenly filled with them…Death Eaters. Harry stood abruptly knocking over the trashcan, the man turned to look at the commotion. Hedwig and followers suddenly dive-bombed the man as Harry took off running for the house. He sprinted up the front step dashed through the front door slamming it shut behind him. Harry peeked through the curtains in the front window only to find others were landing in the front yard wands already pulled. Some were throwing short blasts of red or green light toward the house.
Uncle Vernon ripped Harry from the window shaking him "What have you done now? Who's chasing you?" he roared. Harry pointed toward the window pulling himself from his uncle's grip and dashed upstairs to his bedroom. His trunk was already open, he rummaged around until he found his wand. Peeked out his bedroom window to see what the Death Eaters were doing.
Harry came back downstairs to his uncle's curses, he was standing on the front porch shouting at the men to get off his property. "Stop it…uncle Vernon they're Death Eaters" Harry shrieked running forward. Vernon Dursley turn to face his nephew "What did you say?" he said in a would be calm voice. "Death Eaters, uncle" Vernon glanced back at them he slowly eased his way back into the house.
Harry and Dudley stood there looking at uncle and father alike. He had shut his eyes and was leaning against the doorframe clutching his heart. "Father?… Daddy?" Dudley whispered. Harry figured either his uncle was now going to kill him before the Death Eaters got a chance or he was going to have a heart attack. Harry backed up a little watching his uncle. They stood there for what seemed like forever. When a blast of curses and hexes were suddenly thrown at the house. A lot of squawking was cutting through the blasts.
Pigwedon came soaring in the still open front door followed by Hedwig. Pig had a parchment in his beak fluttering like mad and finally dropping the parchment. Harry took the letter and opened it immediatly. He scanned it quickly, it was just a simple note from Ron to say hi how was your summer? Harry turned it over nothing more. No one from Hogwarts or the Ministry seemed to be aware just yet of what was happening here. Though he was quite sure that someone from the Ministry was on their way. Harry rushed to Uncle Vernon's study and wrote a quick note to Headmaster Dumbledore of what was currently happening.
Hedwig was perched on the couch with her leg ready, Harry turned to Pig. He was small and fast plus he had just got past the Death Eaters but he did look tired from the trip and to the castle was a much longer journey. Yet Hedwig was well rested but she was to big and would easily be hit and it would take her longer to get to the castle and truth be told he didn't want to risk his own owl. He had grown very fond of her, not to mention at times during the summer she was his only friend and he would certainly hate to put her in such danger.
In the end Harry chose Pig much to Hedwigs disgust. He clutched the small bird in his hand, going upstairs, opening his bedroom window, thinking he would have a better chance of escape higher up. He gave the letter to pig who clutched it in his beak happily. Harry held him tightly, "Pig pay attention." The bird perked up a little, "it's very important you get this letter to Professor Dumbledore or McGonagall or even Flitwick or… Snape, but only if no one else is around" the bird seemed to nod. "Pig go as fast as you can, don't stop for anyone not even Ron, Understand?" Pig muffled a hooted, Harry took a deep breath.
Hedwig had perched herself in the tree right outside Harry's windowsill within the invisible barrier that surrounded the house. Harry smiled at her, then at Pig. Harry stuck his upper body out the window and threw Pig high up in the air, the bird fell a few feet and then slowly regained speed and crossed the barrier still to low. The Death Eaters were ready, wands pulled and were shooting curses already. Pig ducked and darted every which way, he dived down then gained speed up. He circled back around and it was just about to cross the street when the deadly curse hit him.
His body was slowly falling back to the ground, the letter floating downward like a feather lost in the current of the wind. Hedwig was already in the air, Harry screamed for her to stop, she tried none of the fancy stuff that Pig had tried she simply glided toward the letter, caught it in midair and glided upward and over the top of the trees and was gone.
Harry stood there for a long time at the window watching the spot Hedwig had disappeared in. He watched until the sun had totally set and night was fully upon them. All he could do now was wait.
Continue soon…
Question? Does anyone else think that the song Narcissus by Alanis Morissette is about Draco? Thanks Wittchway for pointing this out.