Prologue
Little Winging, Surrey
2003
'Dudley. Are you alright?', Petunia Dursley asked her son.
'Yes, Mum'.
'Where's Harry?', she asked him.
'With his weird friends', Dudley answered.
Then there was letters coming from chimney by owls.
It was Monday, September 1.
*
Harry gazed at the candle in his right hand. A Gryffindor scarf was latched across the old nineteenth century old bookcase. He knew the Dursleys didn't have anything that was ancient; he knew that they were Muggles, (non-magic folk); he knew they had color tv; a sofa to sit down on; lamps that illuminated the loungeroom; and a telephone in the hallway. Modern, human items of wealth. And a Smeltings school uniform that Dudley wore with pride. With the last years of school left, Dudley was a bully, overweight, and nasty. At sixteen, he had a rough voice, and hated snakes, ever since the incident at the London Zoo. Harry Potter was a Parsel mouth, and could communicate with the animals. Harry did his work in the gloomy room in the musty attic. Soon, he would be in the last two years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft, and Wizardry; soon he would work for the Ministry of Magic with Percy Weasley. Because he was dating Ginny Weasley, he felt happier than he was, since she was saved in the Chamber of Secrets back in 1998. Such feats made him famous, (as was his scar on his forehead); Harry didn't like the limelight ever since he met Gilderoy Lockhart, a fellow student who claimed to battle creatures, and claimed to fight Werewolves; Harry knew only one Werewolf, and he was called Remus Lupin, who was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in 1999, when he saved Harry from the deadly Dementors, (who worked for Lord Voldemort). Harry had used advanced magic to deal with the creatures, who sucked out the soul of those who only good thoughts; Harry knew how to fight his battles, especially against Draco Malfoy, the dark wizard who lived at Malfoy Manor with his father, Lucius Malfoy, another dark wizard, and Death Eater, who served Lord Voldemort willingly.
Such enemies, like Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe, (two Slytherin friends of Draco Malfoy), were stupid, and not a threat to Harry. Draco was his equal. After the news that Voldemort was back, Harry decided to visit the Leaky Cauldron, a wizarding Pub, to drink butterbeer, and Cauldron Cakes. Because the Dursleys hadn't fed him at Number 4, Privet Drive, he knew that the Knuts, and Sickles, left by his parents, Lily and James Potter, made him rich, he hadn't forgotten the high price they paid for their deaths; Harry ignored the cold, as he wore his favorite robes to keep him warm.
Afterwards, he sighed.
Dinner was cooked.
Feeling hungry, he opened the cobwebbed door of the old attic. He went downstairs; he was wishing to eat something decent. Sadly, it wasn't true. 'What's for...?', he begun to ask.
In the Dining Room was a platter of meat, chicken, peas, potatoes, gravy in a silvery boat, and buttered bread on plates. Harry waited.
'You will not use magic in this house, boy', Vernon Dursley uttered in a rage.
'And if I do?'.
'You're out of this house...forever'.
And Harry sighed, and he ate his dinner by faking a smile.
*
Aunt Petunia saw the old woman, Mrs. Arabella Figg.
She smiled at Harry.
'Hello, Harry. I'm Arabella'.
'You have a house at Wisteria Walk'.
'Yes, but now I am at Number 8, Privet Drive. I knew your parents, James and Lily Potter'.
'Did you?', Harry asked her.
'Yes, James was a Gryffindor seeker, and a prankster', Arabella answered. He waited. She wore a grey hat, a brown scarf, a grey coat, and black socks. Her shoes were also grey, and she had black hair that was tinged with grey.
At fifty-eight, she was also a witch.
On her right hand was a wedding ring.
'Soon it'll be time to battle You-Know-Who, Harry'.
'Lord Voldemort'.
'Yes'.
Harry nodded, and she smiled before she disappeared.
*
After breakfast, Harry grabbed his wand, cape, books, and Invisibility Cloak. Hedwig, his snowy owl, was in her silvery cage. He walked towards the car. 'Today is the time in which can leave the house for that...school. Hogwarts is not a place to take you, Harry; Hogwarts is a phony school. It is full of weird people', Uncle Vernon Dursley said.
'They're as nice as people can be, Uncle Vernon. Hermoine, and Ron, are my friends. And Ginny Weasley, who I saved in the Chamber of Secrets...Look, there are evil wizards too. I...'.
'Listen, boy! I don't care....'.
'I have saved you, Uncle Vernon. And Aunt Petunia. And Dudley from harm. And there's nothing more I'd like than to protect you from Lord Voldemort, the Slytherin dark wizard. If you care about me, drive me to London Train Station, please'. Uncle Vernon nodded, and dropped him off. Afterwards, Harry grabbed his Invisibility cloak and put it in his battered trunk. Then he put his scarf across his neck, and made sure Hedwig was outside in the fresh air; his eyes focused on his Uncle.
'I'll come back for Christmas, boy'.
'Harry'.
He sighed, as Uncle Vernon drove back to Number 4, Privet Drive in Surrey. As he did so, he didn't see witches, and wizards, arriving for the new year. He didn't believe in magic because he was a Muggle.
*
Harry waved at Hermoine and Ron.
'Where were you?', Hermoine asked him.
'I was with Uncle Vernon. He was anxious that I wouldn't use magic in his house', Harry answered.
'But, after You-Know-Who came back, and Delores Umbridge framed you because she didn't believe the Dark Lord was back in England...'.
'She wanted power, Hermoine. I know that; you know that, too. Besides, I'm glad you're here. Where's Ron?'.
'At Weasley's Wizard Wheezes Joke Shop. You did pay for it, didn't you, Harry'.
'One hundred Sickles for the payment of it, Hermoine. Fred and George are the owners, and Managers; I am Co-Owner of the shop', Harry said. They reached the Hogwarts Express train. Herbert Schlosser, the German-English train master, fifty, blew his whistle, and they headed on board the carriage, where every witch, and wizard, were prepared for the journey to Hogwarts Castle.
*
The train was busy.
Harry saw Neville Longbottom, the Gryffindor herbology student, was with his favorite frog; he was smiling at him. 'I didn't know you would be here for the last couple of years at Hogwarts, Harry'.
'Lord Voldemort is around, still, Neville. Remember the Gilly weed when I battled dragons, and mermaids, when Wormtail put my name into the Goblet of Fire'. Neville nodded.
'There's still a lot of dark wizards, and witches, who are inside Azkaban wizard prison; there's a lot of trouble ahead', Harry said.
'And, what will you do?', Neville asked him.
'Kill Lord Voldemort', Harry answered.
Neville nodded, and sat down on a seat with Hermoine, and Ron.
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