Post by Silmarwen Nénmacil on Aug 27, 2003 13:41:57 GMT -5
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-CHAPTER ONE-
Harry woke up quite abruptly on one morning in July at number four, Privet Drive, at first he didn’t know why, but when he looked around a bit more carefully, he saw that his own snow owl, Hedwig, sat on the end of his bed.
‘Hullo, Hedwig,’ he said sleepily, ‘what is that?’ he asked, when he saw the brown package that was tide on her leg. Harry straitened up a bit, so he could reach Hedwig, and untied the package from her leg.
He torn open the brown paper and saw that it concluded two things: a letter and another brown package. He took the letter first and began to read, he was quite surprised to see from whom it was:
Hello Harry,
How are you? I hope you don’t mind for sending this package so early, but I need to go abroad for something and I thought ‘Why don’t I send the package now I’m still in the country?’
I also hope the Muggles don’t make your live too difficult, I already said you ‘they are much too clean!’ But maybe they are a bit more…human, now we’ve frightened them a bit.
As I spoke to professor McGonagall, I think this present might become be useful…
Happy Birthday,
Tonks
He took the present and began to unwrap it, and saw that it contained a book called ‘So you want to become an Auror? A book full of useful tips and spells for the aspirant Auror’.
‘Wow, thank you Tonks!’ he said under his breath. It was a kind of strange to get a present a fortnight too early, but nerveless he was extremely happy with it.
His life had indeed changed since that nice little chat with his aunt and uncle (they where frightened to dead at the idée of Tonks, Lupin, Moody or any of the other Order-members standing on their doorstep. They didn’t complain about Harry any more, but they didn’t do anything else as well… they just acted like Harry was made out of thin air. This meant that Harry could do whatever he liked. Harry was used to this by now, because they did this almost every summer, but this was the first time they didn’t told Harry of when he came home to late after an evening stroll or when he was watching the Muggle-news in the Dursley’s living room. This was an improvement in many ways but, after a fortnight, it became a bit depressing.
Since the beginning of the Summer Holidays, he had hardly ever talked to anyone. Of course there had been Mrs Figg, but he had refused to come over for thee most of the times. Ever since Dumbledore had told him about the prophecy, and his destiny had become clear, he felt as though he had nothing in common whit the rest of the world.
They weren’t born to face Voldemort! He hadn’t told anyone about the prophecy, not even Ron or Hermione, but every time he thought of it, his inside seemed to become ice: he must be either murderer or victim; there was no other way…
A soft hoot from Hedwig brought him back to earth. He looked at the alarm-clock at his bedside table and saw that it was half past five.
‘Almost time for the paper, then…’ and he took his money bag out of his trunk and counted down five Knuts. He didn’t really like the Daily Prophet any more because of the story’s that were told about him last year, but he did need the paper to find out more about Voldemort.
Last year there had been story’s about Harry as a lunatic show-of, now, however, there were stories about Harry as the nice little hero. Harry hated them, but they were at least better then the ones they had written last year.
And then, he thought of something: he hadn’t the Order for at least two days and Lupin had said that, if he didn’t write every tree days, they would come over for a visit at the Dursley’s house. Even thought, he would have done anything for a visitor (especially professor Lupin); he took a piece of parchment and began to write:
Hello professor Lupin,
I’m O.K., the Dursley’s are frightened to dead that Moody would come over for a visit but I would rather be pleased. I hope that I’ll see you soon, because I’m going nuts whit all these not-knowing Muggles around me.
Hope you’re well,
Harry
He had wanted to say something about his Godfather, Sirius, as well… but he didn’t know how he was supposed to write that down: the sadness, the pain… there were no words for that.
While he was looking for an envelope between his rolls of parchment, a news paper fell out of the air at his desk. Harry took his Knuts and put them in the leather sack, bound at the right leg of the owl, and it soared out of the window.
While he was scanning the front page of the Daily Prophet, the book Tonks gave him caught his eye. Would he ever be able to become an Auror? Would get enough NEWT’s at the end of his seventh year? Or rather, would he have got enough OWL’s during the last year at Hogwarts? Even though it was the sixteenth of July, he hadn’t got his exam results yet. Would he have past for his worst subject, Potions? Because if he didn’t, he would never be able to become an Auror…
But what were the words McGonagall had said last year? “Potter, I will assist you to become an Auror if it is the last thing I do!” Well, Harry hadn’t noticed anything about it, though. But it was she who advised the book at Tonks, did this mean that Harry would still have a chance?
Eagerly, he began to read: “Chapter one – Basic Principles – One of the most important things to become an Auror, is to be able to become an Auror is to be able to defend yourself-”
Harry had almost finished the first chapter when he heard:
‘Harry, come here! I want a word with you!’ Utterly bewildered, he went downstairs. What on earth were they trying to accuse him from if they hadn’t even looked at Harry for a split second?
While he was trying to remember what he had done wrong (he could think of a hundred things), he went to the kitchen where he found the tree Dursley’s sitting at the kitchen table, clearly, they were waiting for him.
When he took a closer look at their faces, he saw that it wasn’t angriness that lay upon their faces; no, it was fear. Uncle Vernon had changed his usual purple colour in some sort of porridge-grey one. Dudley kept glancing nervously at the backdoor and Aunt Petunia was looking, terrified, at the letter she was holding in her hand.
Harry, who didn’t have a clue what was going on, sat down at the table and waited until Uncle Vernon would start to shout at him. This, however; did not happen.
At last Aunt Petunia had found her voice and said:
‘R-read’
Harry took the letter:
Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley,
I, Professor A. Dumbledore, want to inform you about the new steps that need to be taken. I think that you already know about the rebirth of Lord Voldemort, the most evil dark Sorcerer of this century, and I need to inform you about the consequences.
As I told you in the letter I gave you fifteen ago, the most important thing is that you take Harry in the house during the Summer Holidays, because of the charm I sealed fifteen years ago, but now, however, this protection isn’t powerful enough any more.
We’ve got security posts on different safely chosen places, but we need to ask your permission to have a guard in your house. You need to understand how important this is, it’s for your own and Mr Harry Potter’s safety.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, reinstated member of the International Confederation of Wizards and reinstated Chief Warlock of the Wisengamot
Harry was as speechless as the Dursley’s were.
ik hoop dat jullie het een beetjen goe vinden. Geef jullie mening maar!
-CHAPTER ONE-
Harry woke up quite abruptly on one morning in July at number four, Privet Drive, at first he didn’t know why, but when he looked around a bit more carefully, he saw that his own snow owl, Hedwig, sat on the end of his bed.
‘Hullo, Hedwig,’ he said sleepily, ‘what is that?’ he asked, when he saw the brown package that was tide on her leg. Harry straitened up a bit, so he could reach Hedwig, and untied the package from her leg.
He torn open the brown paper and saw that it concluded two things: a letter and another brown package. He took the letter first and began to read, he was quite surprised to see from whom it was:
Hello Harry,
How are you? I hope you don’t mind for sending this package so early, but I need to go abroad for something and I thought ‘Why don’t I send the package now I’m still in the country?’
I also hope the Muggles don’t make your live too difficult, I already said you ‘they are much too clean!’ But maybe they are a bit more…human, now we’ve frightened them a bit.
As I spoke to professor McGonagall, I think this present might become be useful…
Happy Birthday,
Tonks
He took the present and began to unwrap it, and saw that it contained a book called ‘So you want to become an Auror? A book full of useful tips and spells for the aspirant Auror’.
‘Wow, thank you Tonks!’ he said under his breath. It was a kind of strange to get a present a fortnight too early, but nerveless he was extremely happy with it.
His life had indeed changed since that nice little chat with his aunt and uncle (they where frightened to dead at the idée of Tonks, Lupin, Moody or any of the other Order-members standing on their doorstep. They didn’t complain about Harry any more, but they didn’t do anything else as well… they just acted like Harry was made out of thin air. This meant that Harry could do whatever he liked. Harry was used to this by now, because they did this almost every summer, but this was the first time they didn’t told Harry of when he came home to late after an evening stroll or when he was watching the Muggle-news in the Dursley’s living room. This was an improvement in many ways but, after a fortnight, it became a bit depressing.
Since the beginning of the Summer Holidays, he had hardly ever talked to anyone. Of course there had been Mrs Figg, but he had refused to come over for thee most of the times. Ever since Dumbledore had told him about the prophecy, and his destiny had become clear, he felt as though he had nothing in common whit the rest of the world.
They weren’t born to face Voldemort! He hadn’t told anyone about the prophecy, not even Ron or Hermione, but every time he thought of it, his inside seemed to become ice: he must be either murderer or victim; there was no other way…
A soft hoot from Hedwig brought him back to earth. He looked at the alarm-clock at his bedside table and saw that it was half past five.
‘Almost time for the paper, then…’ and he took his money bag out of his trunk and counted down five Knuts. He didn’t really like the Daily Prophet any more because of the story’s that were told about him last year, but he did need the paper to find out more about Voldemort.
Last year there had been story’s about Harry as a lunatic show-of, now, however, there were stories about Harry as the nice little hero. Harry hated them, but they were at least better then the ones they had written last year.
And then, he thought of something: he hadn’t the Order for at least two days and Lupin had said that, if he didn’t write every tree days, they would come over for a visit at the Dursley’s house. Even thought, he would have done anything for a visitor (especially professor Lupin); he took a piece of parchment and began to write:
Hello professor Lupin,
I’m O.K., the Dursley’s are frightened to dead that Moody would come over for a visit but I would rather be pleased. I hope that I’ll see you soon, because I’m going nuts whit all these not-knowing Muggles around me.
Hope you’re well,
Harry
He had wanted to say something about his Godfather, Sirius, as well… but he didn’t know how he was supposed to write that down: the sadness, the pain… there were no words for that.
While he was looking for an envelope between his rolls of parchment, a news paper fell out of the air at his desk. Harry took his Knuts and put them in the leather sack, bound at the right leg of the owl, and it soared out of the window.
While he was scanning the front page of the Daily Prophet, the book Tonks gave him caught his eye. Would he ever be able to become an Auror? Would get enough NEWT’s at the end of his seventh year? Or rather, would he have got enough OWL’s during the last year at Hogwarts? Even though it was the sixteenth of July, he hadn’t got his exam results yet. Would he have past for his worst subject, Potions? Because if he didn’t, he would never be able to become an Auror…
But what were the words McGonagall had said last year? “Potter, I will assist you to become an Auror if it is the last thing I do!” Well, Harry hadn’t noticed anything about it, though. But it was she who advised the book at Tonks, did this mean that Harry would still have a chance?
Eagerly, he began to read: “Chapter one – Basic Principles – One of the most important things to become an Auror, is to be able to become an Auror is to be able to defend yourself-”
Harry had almost finished the first chapter when he heard:
‘Harry, come here! I want a word with you!’ Utterly bewildered, he went downstairs. What on earth were they trying to accuse him from if they hadn’t even looked at Harry for a split second?
While he was trying to remember what he had done wrong (he could think of a hundred things), he went to the kitchen where he found the tree Dursley’s sitting at the kitchen table, clearly, they were waiting for him.
When he took a closer look at their faces, he saw that it wasn’t angriness that lay upon their faces; no, it was fear. Uncle Vernon had changed his usual purple colour in some sort of porridge-grey one. Dudley kept glancing nervously at the backdoor and Aunt Petunia was looking, terrified, at the letter she was holding in her hand.
Harry, who didn’t have a clue what was going on, sat down at the table and waited until Uncle Vernon would start to shout at him. This, however; did not happen.
At last Aunt Petunia had found her voice and said:
‘R-read’
Harry took the letter:
Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley,
I, Professor A. Dumbledore, want to inform you about the new steps that need to be taken. I think that you already know about the rebirth of Lord Voldemort, the most evil dark Sorcerer of this century, and I need to inform you about the consequences.
As I told you in the letter I gave you fifteen ago, the most important thing is that you take Harry in the house during the Summer Holidays, because of the charm I sealed fifteen years ago, but now, however, this protection isn’t powerful enough any more.
We’ve got security posts on different safely chosen places, but we need to ask your permission to have a guard in your house. You need to understand how important this is, it’s for your own and Mr Harry Potter’s safety.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, reinstated member of the International Confederation of Wizards and reinstated Chief Warlock of the Wisengamot
Harry was as speechless as the Dursley’s were.
ik hoop dat jullie het een beetjen goe vinden. Geef jullie mening maar!