Harry Potter and The Ghost Warriors
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. I'm just borrowing JKR's work, but don't worry I'll be careful and return them in one piece.
Chapter 1 - Bitter Thoughts
It was yet another hot summer day in Little Whinging, a small suburb of Surrey. Kids were running up and down the streets playing with water hoses while their mothers tanned in the back yard, some people sat in their cooled living rooms watching the afternoon shows while other planned a weekend get away to the beach. But all and all every body had their way of enjoying or escaping from the scorching heat, well, almost every body.
In the smallest bedroom of number 4 Privet Drive a 15 years-old boy lay in his bed staring at the ceiling, drenched in sweat and seemingly unaware of the heat or anything else around him. It had been this way the hole time he had been back for the summer, alone in his room, not answering any of his friends letters (only the "I'm fine" note to the Order so they wouldn't come bother him) and only getting up to go to the bathroom or eat something when he was sure that he wouldn't bump into anybody.
Thankfully, this summer, after the show the Order had put on his 'family' at King's Cross, they have mostly left him alone. No chores around the house, no yelling and insulting, as a matter of fact, they almost acted like he didn't exist which suited him just fine, but sometimes he wished he had some tiring chores to do, something, anything to take his mind of where it has been all summer…
For the boy was Harry Potter, the Bloody Boy Who Lived (BBWL for short), and as usual, everything seemed to go wrong with his life.
Let's start from the beginning, shall we??
He was born to loving parents, he was a beautiful and healthy baby and life couldn't be better, until BANG!! Some psycho egomaniac decided to kill his parents, turn him into the BBWL and ruin his life. After that night he was forced to live with his aunt's family that treated him like dirt and lied to him about his parents and who he truly was for 10 years.
On his 11th birthday things started getting better again, he was told he was a wizard and so were his parents. He was famous in the Magical World for he had defeated the most evil wizard of all times and to top it off he was going to FINALLY leave his aunt's house and go study magic at Hogwarts. At the school he made friends for the first time in his life, made enemies too but every thing was going quite well until once again BANG!! The psycho wizard is back to ruin his life and he still had to come back to his aunt's house for the summer.
So, that was his life. Saving the world from the crazy bastard with his friends during school year and being treated like something the cat brought in during summer. Things had gone quite like this since he found out he was a wizard, except for last school year. At the end of his forth year the great Lord Voldemort (a.k.a. Pain in the Ass) had returned to his body, one of his death eaters had killed another boy and Voldemort had tried to kill him, AGAIN. During his whole school year most people thought he was barking mad for saying that Voldemort was back and at the end of the year HE had managed to get his godfather killed, his best friend almost killed and his other best friend seriously injured, all in a few hours when he lead 5 friends to an trap that said almost killed best friend had warned him about but he was too stupid to realize that he indeed had a saving-people thing.
And now here he was, stretched on his bed, staring at the ceiling, blaming himself. The first few days back here had been the worst of his life, he wouldn't eat and couldn't sleep because of the constant nightmares about the Department of Mysteries, all he did was cry his eyes out and blame himself, of course. There were some many feeling running through his head and his heart. Pain, guilt, sorrow, despair, anger … and fear. Fear that he won't be able to vanquish Voldemort, fear that the prophecy would be fulfilled not in the way every body is hoping, fear that his stupidity and incompetence will be the doom of the world.
And that brings us to the prophecy, oh the prophecy. If it wasn't enough everything that he'd been through this last few months, after everything that happened in the DoM, Dumbledore had found that to be the best time to tell him that he had the fate of the world in his hands (information that could have saved his disastrous trip to the ministry, but anyway…), he was the only one who can kill Voldemort, and he had no choice it was either kill or be killed, and if, in fact, he failed, the world would succumb in the hands of Lord Voldemort. Great, right?? No pressure whatsoever!!
But now, as you can see, he is tired of crying, he is tired of feeling helpless and weak. He won't let the great bastard win. His feelings now have reached to a point of almost just anger, his thoughts are bitter and he can only think of one thing … REVENGE!
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Harry was woken up from his thoughts by a not so gentle nibbling on his left ear. Hedwig was rather impatiently trying to get his attention, apparently she had another letter, another one that would keep unanswered. He did read all the letters he got, in fact, he liked them, it made him remember that there was still people who cared, but he couldn't bring himself to answer them, he couldn't lie and say everything was fine like he did with the Order but also he couldn't tell them what was going through his mind, at least not now, not in a letter.
Giving in to Hedwig's pleas he sat up and motioned for her to come land on his leg so he could free her from her delivery. After getting this done, and giving her some owl treats, Harry sat back on his bed to read his mail comfortably. The moment he unrolled the parchment a small smile appeared on his face as a warm felling washed through his body. The letter was from Hermione. Hermione… he didn't need to look at the end of the parchment to know it was from her, he knew her beautiful handwriting quite well having borrowed her notes through his 5 years at Hogwarts, and it also helped that she'd been writing him every other day despite the fact he wasn't replying. Lately her letters were the only thing that kept them sane, the only thing that made him smile, he didn't know why and couldn't bring himself to thoughtfully think about the reason either, it was too complicated. Ron, Ginny, Neville and even Luna had written him a couple of time too but given up after realizing they wouldn't get a reply. As always Hermione was the only one that understood him, the only one that was always by his side, no mater what. With that thought in head he started reading her letter.
Dear Harry,
As I long given up the hope of you answering me I won't ask how you are doing, I just hope you are well, all things considered, of course. I'm still home, bored to the core having finished all my summer homework (Have even started yours?? Well, you better!! Nothing good comes from procrastinating!) and having successfully completed my 'Special Project'. It is really great that they changed that stupid Restriction of Underage Sorcery from 17 to 15. I know they did it so we can protect ourselves now that the Ministry has accepted the return of Voldemort but it really help our studies being able to practice spells at home.
Well, now to business, as I told you before, my parents and I won't be vacationing this year, as my parents cannot close the clinic for even a whole week, which is a shame because I was really looking forward to going to Australia this summer (*pouting and kicking the rug*). Anyway, I was really hoping you could come here to stay with me. I know you can go to the Burrow because it's too dangerous being in the wizarding world and all and you probably don't want to go to 'the other place' and I'm not sure I would want to go there either. So, what do you think?? I didn't get any answer from Dumbledore yet but he will have to cave in or I won't stop nagging him about it the whole summer!! (You know how good I am at nagging…)(* wink wink*).
Well, either way I'll see you soon. I promise.
Love,
Hermione.
PS: I just hope you don't sleep in on birthday suit. (hehehe)
Harry finished the letter with a huge grin on his face. 'Wow' he thought 'Imagine spending the rest of the summer at Hermione's. That would be something.' But as he read the letter again to make sure he didn't misunderstand anything, something caught his eye. 'What the hell did she mean by that PS??' And was thinking about his best friend going bonkers that he fell to sleep.
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A/N: Well, what do you think?? This is my first fic, so I hope you like it. Anyway, let me now by reviewing!! The faster you review the faster I update.