Chapter one: a grievous end to the Dursleys
It was a normal day at number four Privet Drive, with Harry Potter, a not so normal boy basking under the sun. His appearance was as out of the ordinary as most of his life, he has uncontrollable jet-black hair with emerald green eyes and an unusual scar on his forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt. This scar was no ordinary scar. The most evil wizard in a century gave it to Harry, Lord Voldemort.
Harry was deep into thought of his godfather, who had passed away no less then two months ago. His godfather Sirius Black and him shared a bond much like a father and son would.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Harry sat bolt upright wondering why on earth aunt Petunia was screaming. He got up and pulled out his wand just in case. When he entered the living room he saw non-other than the Death Eaters Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy, standing over the dead bodies of his Aunt, Uncle and Cousin. The fireplace, once electric, was now a gas-heated fireplace with flames glowing emerald green.
"Malfoy? But I thought you were in Azkaban?" spat Harry.
Lucius Malfoy gave an annoying laugh followed by his drawling voice, a family trait, "With the Dementors out of ministry control, it was quite easy to escape and return to our master, and now he has sent us to destroy you and these filthy muggles."
"But there are wards around the house, and the floo network is being monitored, so how did you get in? The only way you could of brought down the is with the help of Dumbledore. And I doubt you could catch
him."
"Stupid boy," screeched Lestrange now standing in front of the group," Dumbledore was easily captured by my master, he learned first hand not to mess with our lord and his followers. He has been placed under the Imperious curse and after helping us take down the wards around this house is awaiting a painful but certain death from none-other than the dark lord himself."
Harry could feel tears prickling at the back of his eyes, but fought to keep them back so as not to show weakness. He raised his wand but was stopped by an explosion coming from behind him. Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Remus Lupin came rushing into the living room with their wands raised.
Tonks and Shacklebolt immediately started duelling with Malfoy and Lestrange, while Lupin walked over to Harry. Thank god they arrived. I wonder how Dumbledore is? Thought Harry.
"Are you alright Harry?" said Remus as he dodged a miss-fired hex from
Lestrange, "Sorry we're late, but we had to find Professor Dumbledore. Come on let's get out of here." He handed Harry an old towel and counted to three:
Harry felt the familiar tug from just behind his navel and went flying in a swirl of colour and howling wind and landed with a thud on the grimy floor of
Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
As Harry got up he heard the rumbling of 4 sets of feet rushing into the drawing room where he had landed. The door opened and in walked Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley and their mother Molly Weasley. Harry's eyes were glued to Hermione as she ran in and hugged him hard enough to give Molly a run for her money. Hermione had grown into a beautiful woman over the years. Her once bushy brown hair now flowed gently down her back and the front into corkscrew curls now framed her face. Ron, now a good head bigger than Harry, helped him onto his feet where he was embraced crushingly by everyone in the room," Can't … Breathe..." Gasped Harry.
"Oh sorry Harry dear, we didn't mean to crush you like that," said Mrs Weasley motherly." I'll leave you four be then, while I go get lunch ready." And she left the room.
"We really missed you Harry, when we heard what happened, we tried to help but they wouldn't let us." Said Hermione.
"Yeah mate, you really had us worried there." Added Ron.
"It's okay guys, I just need a bit of rest, okay. I'll be out soon." Said Harry.
They all nodded, said their goodbyes and left including Harry so he could go up to his and Ron's room and get some sleep. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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Harry opened his eyes and reached for his glasses. When he had them on he remembered the events of the previous day. He got up and left the room. It was well into the afternoon, so he looked for Ron and Hermione. He checked the drawing room and downstairs but couldn't find them, so he decided to check in Buckbeak's room. He opened the door and looked around the room. He found Ron and Hermione on the ground, locked in a passionate kiss. Harry was shocked and outraged at this but mostly saddened, he had been harbouring a crush on Hermione since the third year but she was obviously now with Ron. Ron and Hermione broke their kiss and looked at Harry. Harry ran straight from the room crying, ignoring their yells and pleas for him to stop.
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