HeirxxOfxxMerlin here to say SORRY! I know I haven't updated since October, but between school and having no time to write has really put me off in the inspiration department. But things are heating up! This chapter is in Harry's POV. Hopefully they get to meet in the next two chapters. Drama will soon come, and screaming...lots of screaming... just saying LOL
Anyway, I wanted to ask a favor of my readers. If at anytime that anyone (ESPECIALLY NICOLAI) sound Mary-Sueish, PLEASE TELL ME! I dont want any character to sound like that. Yes, even the characters that I'm bashing. I still want them to sound cool? Yeah... so...lol
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter world. I only own Nicolai Matthews and Myra Lupin...and this somewhat plot? Sure let's go with that lol
OH! And who else is excited for Daniel Radcliffe's new movie, The Woman In Black? I know I am! :D
"Sorry Harry, but we can't talk about anything that has to do with You-know-who."
"We've been awfully busy Harry, and have no time to write. But we'll tell you everything when we see you!"
"We were told not to tell you anything Harry. The others are afraid that the letters will go astray if we write anything that regards to You-know-who…."
"We're quite busy but I can't give you details here…."
Harry Potter was sitting on a swing set in the run down playground not too far from his home on Number 4 Privet Drive and even though he was holding multiple letters from his best mates, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley; Harry never felt so alone. Having read the letters so many times before, Harry felt his anger and irritation rise to an all new high, and threw the letters to the ground before looking up into the sky. Even though all the letters were different, they all had the same message; his best mates couldn't tell him anything from the past few months. How was it that they were too busy to respond to a lousy letter? Hadn't Harry proved himself more than enough times over the past years that he could handle anything life threw at him? Hadn't he proven himself to be more worthy than them? Hadn't he fought Voldemort four bloody times already?
Frankly, he was tired of being left in the dark regarding everything in the wizardry world. After all, he was the one who put his life on the line for the TriWizard Tournament, and he was the one who saw Cedric Diggory die with his very own eyes in the very same graveyard that Voldemort had risen from. It was hard to forget that, considering that it plagued his dreams at night and his thoughts during the day. Stop! Think about something else. Anything else. But no matter how hard Harry tried to think of other things, his mind always went back to Cedric's lifeless eyes, and tears came to his. The only peace he had at night were the rare times where he would dream about a girl that he swore he met before. There were times that his dreams were fuzzy and other times he could see her clearly, but the dream always turned out the same: her running endlessly through a forest in no particular direction.
Once again, Harry felt the magic within him start to pull at his insides the more he let his mind think too much, whether it be the world away from Private Dive or the girl, literally, running through his mind. He noticed the merry go round start to spin on its own, the tattered see saw going up and down, and even the broken swing next to him was going higher than he was. Harry took a deep breath to control his emotions, even though it hardly helped these days. Sirius had warned him this would happen, because it had happened to his late father, James Potter; ironically at the same age too. His magical core was expanding, and to put it mildly, he was getting stronger as the days pass. His magic would respond to the slightest emotion, and already the Ministry had sent him two letters about controlling his magic or fear of getting expelled from Hogwarts. How is that my fault?
The first time was the day he got back from Hogwarts when his aunt and uncle started screaming at him to do his chores immediately, as if he never left for the school year. He remembered getting so angry on how his life was playing out that he had accidentally destroyed all the china that his aunt owned. Even though he was received with a letter from the Ministry, he felt better than he did in the last few weeks of school and that outburst had caused his so called "family" to leave him alone for fear of receiving his wrath. Harry chuckled at the memory, the first smile on his face in a long time.
Putting his hand in his pocket, Harry could feel the letter from his Godfather, Sirius, who never left the house without it. It was probably the only thing that was keeping him sane at the moment. When Harry wasn't at the park, he was just in his room counting down the days when he could see Sirius again. The only reason why Harry didn't just fly to the Burrow himself on his broom was because of his only father-figure.
I know things must be difficult for you at times like this, but you must remember to keep your head held high. No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you. You must never forget who you are Harry, because if you lose yourself, you can never come back. Like a bright witch once told me, "Sometimes you have to stumble in the dark, before you can actually see the light."
Harry wondered at times who had told him that, and very briefly he thought of Dumbledore, but Sirius clearly said it was a witch. No matter what days he was having, Harry could count on his godfather for words of encouragement, and thanked the higher beings for uniting them in his third year of school.
Now regarding your uncontrollable magic, every witch and wizard goes through it. It just means that your magical core is expanding, and you are going through a magical puberty. It's a time when your full magic comes into play and it's different for everyone. Some are more noticeable than others, but the really strong witches and wizards are truly noticeable. So try to stay calm this summer Harry, and try to forget what's going on for the most part. Any influx of emotion can cause your magic to respond, and there is no telling what you can do.
Now I must be off, but before I send this letter, there are things that have to be said Harry. So when we are near, seek me out and I'll tell you everything I know Harry. I'm not concerned that you aren't of age yet, I'm more concerned about what you will do if secrets are kept any longer. But for now, stay out of trouble and try not to do anything too rash. And on that note, Harry, I must say doodles.
Harry never really understood what Sirius meant by doodles, and thought that his godfather was clearly going insane. He did spent thirteen years in Azkaban, it's alright for him to be a little batty in the head, even if it's more so than usual.Harry couldn't help but chuckle at this thought, but his chuckle soon turned into a heavy sigh as soon as he saw who was coming. His enormous cousin was the size of a baby whale; however, none of it was fat. Mostly it was muscle from being the Junior Heavyweight Inter-School Boxing Champion of the Southeast; but it wasn't much of a new thing since the only thing he learned was how to punch harder and with more accuracy. Dudley Dursley was the bully around the neighborhood, and was the one responsible for making Harry's life a living nightmare when they were both kids. However, he learned not to be afraid of his whale of a cousin since first attending Hogwarts. The way that Harry saw it, he would rather take on the basilisk from his second year than having an idiotic conversation with Dudley.
Dudley was heading his way after departing from his group of friends that were surprisingly dumber than his cousin. Now that's ironic. Harry was itching to relieve himself of some pent up tension for days now, and he didn't know who else he would rather take it out on than his 'beloved' cousin. If they did happen to get into a muggle fight, Harry was sure that the match would turn out pretty evenly; both boys stood at about six foot two at the age of fifteen, Dudley got his muscle from boxing, and Harry got his from all the Quidditch he played over the past few years. Harry was trying to remember what Sirius had said about staying out of trouble, but he couldn't help himself, he was so frustrated that not even punching a hole in his room had helped. Dudley was coming closer and Harry was trying to think of insults that would do the trick to start a fight with Dudley. That's it, come closer.
At that moment, Dudley had left the last of his friends and now was completely in view of Harry, and it was as if he had lost all the color in his face. Harry didn't know whether to laugh or deem it pathetic. It wasn't until Dudley was right in front of him that he finally spoke.
"Hey Big D! Beat up another ten year old?" Harry couldn't help it. He really wanted to listen to Sirius and stay out of trouble, but he knew without a doubt that Sirius would be doing exactly what he was doing at that particular moment; looking for a fight.
"This one deserved it." Dudley didn't want any trouble, especially what happened at the beginning of the summer. He really didn't want a repeat, and he knew that if he started anything with Harry; he'd regret it later like he always did.
"Really now? Did he say you look like a whale that was taught to walk on land?" Harry, of course, wasn't really thinking about what he was saying. He just wanted to punch something, anything! The pain was catching up to him, like it did every day. The pain of living with people who detested him, of the possibility that it was his fault that his parents died, of Cedric taking his place in death, and the darkest wizard in history coming for his blood; Harry wasn't just angry, he was scared. But he wasn't going to admit that to anyone anytime soon.
Dudley was trying to control his anger, but he felt the muscle twitching in his jaw. He knew that Harry was going through some tough shit, so Dudley wasn't going to give him the satisfaction; so he did the only sensible thing, and walked away. It wasn't that he hated his cousin, of course not; he just didn't understand Harry and the world he belonged to. All those years of causing Harry pain was mostly because of his parents, Vernon and Petunia Dursley, brainwashing him to believe that Harry was nothing more than vermin. But now that he was older, he saw right through it, he was probably the only one who did.
Harry sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to get a fight from his cousin anytime soon, so he followed him to Private Drive. Harry had noticed that he was keeping his distance, more so than last year, and had even given him more food at dinner without his parents knowing. Harry was just confused, but he pushed it aside as he felt his magic begging to be released. Harry tried to concentrate on how many steps he was taking to clear his mind, but he couldn't for the life of him, succeed and kept returning to Cedric's lifeless eyes. Harry couldn't take it anymore, so he let some magic out, and had caused several mailboxes to explode around him, and he felt better when he saw Dudley yelp in front of him.
Dudley looked back with shocked eyes, and all Harry did was smirk at his frightened face. That's when everything happened at once. The temperature started to drop rapidly, and Harry could see his breath come out in ghostly white puffs. The feeling of dread and despair washed over him, mentally filling him with his deepest darkest fears and memories, and he knew at that moment what was coming. Dementors!
"Dudley! Run!" And Harry sprinted past Dudley and ran in the opposite direction of the dreaded feeling. He didn't need to turn around to see if his cousin was following, because he heard the loud footsteps indicating that he was. Harry didn't know where he was going; he just wanted to get away from the Dementors. He knew that his dark feelings would attract the Dementors a lot faster if they were anywhere near, so he didn't stop. Dudley, by this point, was right beside him, and was following Harry, knowing that something he couldn't see was coming and he was scared.
At last, they both had come to an underground tunnel with lots of scribbling on the wall as soon as a storm had hit. Harry was thankful for the shelter, but he didn't know if the Dementors were still around, and he had gripped his wand, ready for anything. Dudley was trying to catch his breath, and at the same time, he was trying to ask Harry what was going on, but none of the words were coming out. The only thing that Dudley knew was that something was coming, and something bad considering Harry's knuckles had turned white from the grip on his wand. Please let this nightmare be over. Dudley looked over to Harry and was panicking as soon as he saw his cousin's eyes flash from fear to anger. Dudley saw his cousin transform from a sulky teenage boy to some sort of warrior that he had seen so many times in his video games, and he was rendered speechless.
Harry tried to think of a happy thought as he felt the feeling of despair creep into his mind again, but he couldn't think properly, all he was thinking about was how was he going to get his cousin out of here. Harry would've felt fine if it was just him, and cursed loudly, earning a scared look from Dudley. Harry tried to move closer to Dudley to keep him calm when he was grabbed out of nowhere and was being held against the wall of the tunnel looking into the face of a Dementor and his happiness started to fade away.
"Dudley….run." Harry barely spoke those words when Dudley bolted, but without knowing what he was running from, blindly ran into another Dementor where he was thrown to the ground. Harry had heard the thud from Dudley landing and the crack from where he had hit his head on the floor. Harry knew that saving his cousin was his main priority, but he had to get the Dementors away and fast. Without knowing if it would work, Harry had rammed his wand into, what he assumed, was the Dementor's head, and he dropped to the floor. Harry was scrambling to get up but couldn't get a grip on his shoes; from the corner of his eye, he saw the dementor coming at him again and thought of the happiest time in his life.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" (1) A burst of light had come from the tip of his wand and had transformed into a stag, and had rammed its horns into the dementor, successfully making it go away. Harry then aimed his stag at the dementor that was still over Dudley and effectively making that one go away too. Waiting for more, Harry didn't let his stag disappear until he deemed it safe but he swore he heard a girl shout.
"YEAH! GO POTTER!" Harry turned his head around trying to find the source of the voice he had just heard, but had found no one in the tunnel behind him. Turning to the matter at hand, Harry stood completely still, straining his ears to hear what his eyes could not see. After waiting a few moments with nothing happening, Harry bolted towards Dudley who was curled up on the floor and was muttering incoherent things. Harry noticed a bit of blood on the floor, from where he assumed his cousin had hit the floor, and tried to lift Dudley. Harry had barely lifted Dudley a few centimeters when he heard footsteps coming from down the tunnel. Dropping Dudley immediately, Harry turned around, wand at the ready, and prepared himself for what was to come, although he didn't expect what happened next.
Mrs. Figg, their batty old neighbor who always smelled of cats and cabbage soup, came running and panting from around the corner. Her grizzled gray hair was escaping from its hairnet, a clanking string shopping bag was swinging from her wrist, Harry could've sworn something had moved from within that bag, and her feet were halfway out of her tartan carpet slippers. Harry was so surprised to see her in the tunnel that he had just realized that he had his wand out and hurriedly tried to put it away without her noticing.
"Don't put your wand away, idiot boy!" Harry was so stunned that he had accidently dropped his wand when Mrs. Figg had shrieked, but had managed to catch it in midair, thanks to his Seeker reflexes. "What if there are more of them lurking about? Oh, I'm going to kill Mundungus Fletcher!"
"What?" Harry was beyond confused; he was still feeling the after effects of being so near to the Dementors that he couldn't think straight.
"He left! Left to see someone about a batch of cauldrons that fell off the back of a broom! I told him I'd flay him alive if he went, and now look! Dementors! It's just luvky I put Mr. Tibbles on the case! But we haven't got time to stand around! Hurry, now, we've got to get you back! Oh, the trouble this is going to cause! I will kill him!" During her little speech, Mrs. Figg was wringing her hands, and it made Harry nervous who this Mundungus Fletcher is; until something had struck him as odd. The revlelation that his batty old cat-obsessed neighbor knew what dementors were was almost as big a shock to Harry as meeting two of them in Surrey.
"You're — you're a witch?" At this point, Harry didn't know what was going on and what was happening. Looking down, he still saw Dudley whimpering on the ground and with some effort he managed to hoist Dudley to his feet. Dudley seemed to be on the point of fainting: his small eyes were rolling in their sockets and sweat was beading his face; the moment Harry let go of him he swayed dangerously. Before he could hit the floor, Harry grabbed his arm and swung it around his own shoulders.
"I'm a Squib, as Mundungus knows full well, so how on earth was I supposed to help you fight off dememtors? He left you completely without cover when I warned him –"
"Hang on! Someone has been following me? Wait – it was him wasn't it? He Disapparated in front of my house!" Suddenly everything had made sense to Harry. He knew that Dumbledore wouldn't let him wander around by himself, but he should've known that at least someone was following him. The pop from earlier couldn't have been a death eater because of the protection wards right? Harry could've smacked himself right there and then if he wasn't holding Dudley: my blood runs through his veins….the wards can't protect me now.
(1) Expecto Protronum: Conjures anincarnation of the caster's innermost positive feelings, such as joy or hope, known as a Patronus. A Patronus is conjured as a protector, and is a weapon rather than a predator of souls: Patronuses shield their conjurors from Dementors or Lethifolds, and can even drive them away.