Harry Potter and the Sword of the Saviour

HARRY POTTER…

…And the Sword of the Saviour

PART ONE

The War comes to the Muggles

CHAPTER ONE:

THE BATTLE OF THE SCAR

“Sirius, you’re alive!” exclaimed Harry as he looked upon the one person he most wanted to see- his dead godfather, Sirius Black.

“Yes, I am. The day I became your godfather, I swore I would protect you for as long as you needed it, so I wouldn’t let myself die, not when I’m needed by your side the most,” he said…

Harry woke quickly. He’d been having this same dream every day since Sirius was killed. That was a few months ago now. It was the 31st of August now, the day before the start of term. He was very disappointed at the fact that he’d had to stay with the awful Dursleys all summer, he was told he had to for protection now that Voldemort was officially back on the scene.

But now not even the enchantment of 4 Privet Drive could protect him from the evil creatures that the Dark Lord commanded.

It was late at night, and the Dursleys were asleep. Harry was wide awake though, in anticipation of the return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Then he heard the noises outside. Voices. But not normal people’s voices. They were creatures. Creatures of Voldemort.

Harry rushed to the window to have a look at the strangers. They looked like…. Nothing. They were human, except they had no features. Nothing, they were just bodies.

Harry gasped. Somehow they heard him. They looked up to the window, and leaped up. Harry was frozen with fear.

Suddenly, he heard a voice in his head, Sirius’s- “They’re Collectivemen, people who look and think exactly the same. Make sure they don’t touch your scar, they will get power from it, and you will lose some of yours.”

They smashed the glass, and jumped into the bedroom. Harry’s aunt and uncle, Vernon and Petunia, woke with a start.

“HAAAAARY!” bellowed Vernon.

Harry screamed. His aunt and uncle rushed in to see what the fuss was about. They screamed too.

The creatures marched towards Harry, with their arms outreached. Then suddenly, for no reason, Harry fell unconscious. The ‘things’ took their chance. They touched his scar, and they began to grow taller, and as they grew they made a sound which went higher and higher and louder and louder.

Then, somebody appeared, a ghostly figure. It was….

Sirius Black!

“LEAVE NOW, YOU EVIL CREATURES! LEAVE HIM ALONE!” he roared.

They turned in his direction, and a shrieking sound came from them. They disappeared straight away, and Harry woke up. He glimpsed Sirius, but all too soon he was gone.

“W-w-w-what was th-th-that all about H-h-h-h-arry?” stuttered Petunia.

“You don’t want to know,” he answered.

CHAPTER TWO

KRALDROD

All four occupants of 4 Privet Drive stayed awake all night. Harry didn’t think he would be able to make it to school in the morning, he was really too tired.

He stared at the Dursleys. They didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t do anything. They just sat in shock. Harry kept on replaying the incident in his head, over and over again. Just lying on his bed, trying to get to sleep, then hearing noises outside. Then the attack, he must have fell unconscious, and when he woke up… was that Sirius he had seen?

No, he thought to himself, Must have been my eyes tricking me.

Of course, he wanted to believe that it really was him that he had seen, but he was sure that it was just a mistake, until…

“Wh… who was th…th…that m-m-m-m-man who saved us?” asked Dudley nervously.

Harry’s eyes gleamed. So it really was him, he thought, No, it could have been anyone, but who else could it be?

“What did he look like?” Harry enquired.

“I‘ve seen him before, but I cant think where. Oh, yes, he was that man who escaped from prison a couple of years ago. But, but it was as if he was some kind of ghost,” replied Petunia, surprisingly calmly.

“That… that was my godfather,” commented Harry with shock.

So Sirius had come back as a ghost! To save him! So his dream had come true.

His thoughts were disturbed by the sudden apparition of a man in the Dursley living room. He had quite short brown hair, blue gleaming eyes and was wearing a red and yellow cloak.

“Who on earth are you?” cried Vernon.

“Oh yes, how rude of me. My name is Professor Kraldrod, and I am the new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts,” he introduced.

He held out his hand to him, and he shook it reluctantly. Harry, however, was quite happy to shake his hand, he was in such a good mood now.

But was that the only time he would see him again?

“Ah, Harry Potter, I have been looking forward to meeting you,” he said.

“I don’t mean to be rude, Professor, but why are you here?” asked Harry.

“Oh yes, of course. I have been sent to guard this house, following the attack earlier,” he explained.

“How… how do you… do you know about the a…a…attack?” stammered Dudley.

“I have my ways,” he replied.

A long and awkward silence followed. It was finally broken by Vernon, “Why don’t we turn on the telly to cheer us up a bit, eh!”

“BREAKING NEWS,” were the words they tuned in to, “Buckingham Palace itself has been attacked by strange creatures. Sources say that several guards died fighting, but all of the royals are fine.”

The television was immediately turned off.

TO BE CONTINUED…

(Part Two coming soon…)