Unveiled Horrors

DivinePrank

Story Summary:
Harry struggles the year after winning the Triwizard Tournament. All his waking and sleeping moments are spent worrying about the Terror that is Lord Voldemort; but what if there was another Horror... behind the veil?

Chapter 01 - Waiting for Friends

Chapter Summary:
Harry thinks about his not so distant past and how these events might affect him while awaiting the arrival of some good company.
Posted:
11/19/2007
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Author's Note:
This is my first HP fanfic, guys... go easy on me. Review it to tell me what you think, what I could improve, and what I might be doing well.


They say that heroes aren't born into this world, they are made,
but not everyone wants to be a hero...some
yurn to be normal,
When a hero is made, it i
s not something done overnight, they are forged through trial,
the pai
ns, the struggles, the heartaches,
every hero has
a tale, many of them tragic.

But
some people become more than just heroes in their time,
the
y become legends, and legends live forever.

Now what we make of oursel
ves, it's our choice,
will
we ascend mortality, to become legend?
Are we in contro
l of our destiny, is choice even a possibility?
I tell you, we are, and always have been;
whether we have accepted it or not,
we all have the power to change our fate.

~All throughout the history of man, there has been a constant struggle between tyrants and heroes. The tyrants suppress, strangle, starve and rob. The heroes defend, revive, nourish and give all they have. Wherever there are tyrants, there will always be heroes to fight. Even now, in the Wizarding World, there is a tyrant, once thought dead, who has returned. Will he prevail, or will a hero rise to challenge him?~

Harry Potter stared out of his bedroom window, eagerly analyzing the streets for any sign of motion. He was anticipating the arrival of his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They all attended the same school: Hogwarts. Now, to the average person, that seems like an odd name for an educational facility, but these three were not average by any means. They were magical. Harry and Ron were wizards, and Hermione was a witch, and they could all perform magic. But Harry lived with non-magic folks, called Muggles, and they despised magic. Not all Muggles hated magic, but this lot was afraid of it. Harry dreaded every summer vacation, because he would have to return 'home' to these magic-hating Muggles. The worst part of it was that they weren't even his parents. His mother and father, Lily and James, had died when he was very young. They had died fighting the most evil and despicable man (if he could still be considered one) in existence: Lord Voldemort. Somehow, when he tried to kill Harry for reasons unknown, he had failed and his powers had been broken. This was why Harry was so famous: Voldemort had never failed to kill before. And his failure was etched upon Harry's forehead as proof of his first defeat: a lightening-shaped scar.

So Harry had gone on to live with the Dursleys, who had never told him of his heritage, or of his accomplishment. They had hidden his most distinguished trait from him, and they had tried to force him into a life of obscurity and insignificance. But they had failed. Harry found out about his past, his present, and his future at Hogwarts. There he met Ron and Hermione, and through some trials they had grown to be close friends, the kind of friendship you treasure and hold close to your heart. It was due to such friendship and faith that Harry had been able to face down Voldemort three more times, the most recent of which was this past summer. He had witnessed the horrific rebirth of the most evil man in the world, and only at the cost of the life of another friend, Cedric Diggory, had he escaped.

But he tried not to think about that night. He pushed it to the back and bottom of his thoughts, suppressing such terrors and convincing himself that he was 'fine'. He instead focused on the fact that the current Minister for Magic, the rather pompous and idiotic Cornelius Fudge, was trying to ignore the whole ordeal. An investigation into the matter had been ordered by Amelia Bones, Head of Law Enforcement, but nothing came of it, as Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, refused to allow them access to Harry. Dumbledore was the only reason that Harry's story had any credibility. He had a good name and reputation, and was immensely popular, so Fudge couldn't attack his character. But the Minister still insisted that the whole thing was no more real than the nightmare of a boy. Despite the fact that he was wrong in most other matters, he could not have been more correct about this one. For this was Harry's nightmare. It haunted him every day and night. He struggled to sleep, and when he did, it was riddled with that cold, pale face with eyes of a snake staring him down.

That was why he was so eager for Ron and Hermione to show up. He felt better whenever he was close to them, and he felt so alone without them. Ever since he had received that owl from Dumbledore himself telling him that he would be spending less than a week with the Dursleys, Harry had been the happiest child in the world. He not only was going to see his godfather, Sirius Black (who the Minister wrongly believed to be a supporter of Voldemort, and was currently hunting down), but he would also see his friends and their families, and these people were more 'family' to him than the Dursleys would ever be.

As he reflected upon this, letter from Dumbledore in hand, he noticed that the street outside was suddenly occupied by a group of no less than twelve people. He leapt off the bed, grabbed him luggage (which had long since been packed), and bolted down the stairs to open the door and great his friends.


The poem at the beginning might appear to be fairly simple, but in actuality it is quite complex. The nature and meaning of the poem will be explained later in the story.