Ordinary Day

There was a red flash of light and the sixteen year old boy let out a scream in agony. With a flick of his wrist, the older man, wearing a hooded cloak, stopped the jet of light and the boy fell silent. "So you have a choice Harry Potter. Take the Mark, and the Mudblood and your godfather live."

"B-But Ma-Master!" cried a short balding man known as Wormtail stuttered.

"I'll never join you!" shouted the boy, green eyes glaring into the red ones.

A lipless smile curved on the wizard's face, "Oh, you don't have to join me, just take the mark..." Harry looked around, he could try to run but Hermione was unconscious, tied to a tree...

Harry Potter's eye's snapped open. The emeralds shined in the darkness, brimmed with tears of pain.. He clutched his lightning bolt scar on his forehead, biting back a scream. After a few minutes, the pain had dulled and Harry got out of bed. He sighed and looked out the window, tracing the scar absentmindedly. Harry was not an ordinary boy, actually the most normal thing about his was probably the fact that he was a wizard. When he was only a year old, his parents, Lily and James Potter, had been killed by one of the most powerful and evil wizards known. Lord Voldemort then turned to use Adava Kedavera, the Unforgivable Killing Curse, on Harry as he had with his parents. Then, something strange happened. The spell rebound, nearly killing the Dark Lord. The house was destroyed, and baby Harry was left with nothing but the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

For the next ten years, Harry lived horribly ever after with his last living relatives; Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and his fat cousin, Dudley Dursley. On his eleventh birthday, a half-giant named Hagrid showed up and gave him a letter, along with the news that Harry was a wizard, something the Dursleys had kept from him.

When Harry was a baby was not the only time he encountered Lord Voldemort. At the end of his first year, he, Ron and Hermione traveled through many obstacles to save the Sorcerer's Stone from the Dark Lord and his evil minion, Quirrel. Harry had succeeded in getting the stone, which was later destroyed.

In his second year, he and Ron had traveled into the Chamber of Secrets where Harry saved Ginny from a younger Voldemort- Tom Riddle. He encountered a basilisk and defeated it with the help of the Sorting Hat and Dumbledore's pet phoenix, Fawkes.

The trio had another great adventure in third year. Harry learned that he had a godfather that had murdered thirteen people, not including indirectly killing his parents. But Sirius Black had been framed. Ron, Hermione, and Harry had uncovered this truth with the help of Remus Lupin and met the real trader. Peter Petigrew, also known as Wormtail, was the real secret-keeper and worked for the Dark Lord. But Wormtail got away and Sirius was forced to run.

The next year, Harry had been entered into the revival of the Triwizard Tournament. In the last task, Harry and Cedric Diggory, the other Hogwarts Champion, decided to take the cup at the same time. The cup had been a Portkey and brought them to a graveyard. There, Wormtail killed Cedric and had made a potion to bring back Voldemort. He used his fathers bones, Wormtail's hand, and Harry's blood. After battling the Dark Lord, Harry managed to escape.

In his fifth year, Voldemort was strangely quiet. That is, until an attack at a quidditch game where one of the Puddlemere United teammates was killed. Near the end of the year, Hermione had been kidnapped and Ron and Harry went to save them. They all escaped safely, except for the fact that they missed their Potions O.W.L.s, which they made up along with a detention (Dumbledore never found out about the detention part).

In sixth year, the ministry building had been attacked killing seventeen, including Ron's brother Percy. And then, just last week, July 24 there was another quiddich related attack, which stalled the European Cup and more importantly, the World Cup.

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Harry looked to the clock to see that it was 8 p.m. He had just rested for a moment, but some how it turned into a four hour nap. He sat up hungry and headed down the stairs for something to eat. Since Sirius had been freed of all charges last year, Harry had been able to live at Black Manor. The summer was quiet one though. Sirius and Remus (who also lived there) were usually away doing work for the Order of the Phoenix. Harry had joined the Order in fifth year and alerted them when ever he had a dream. He looked to the palm of his right hand where a phoenix, the Order's mark was branded.

The house was silent, empty except for Buckbeak who was in the basement and himself. In the kitchen, on the table was a pile of gifts. Harry smiled and sat down, ready to open them. The first had been Cho's, whom he had become friends with in fifth year. They had not dated, but when they hung out at Hogsmeade, the tabloids told the world they did. She had made the stories funny unlike, oh Snape, who always set some potions time for some Harry bashing. Cho always got something Harry-related for his Birthday. He looked down to see his face staring up at him. Merlin's beard! he thought. It was a Chocolate Frog Wizard Trading Card. Upon closer inspection, he learned that it had just been released today. The letter that had come with it said that all faces on the card must be seventeen. She also said that she got it earlier because her uncle worked at the card factory.

Harry was about to open the next gift when there was a small pop from the next room. A moment later, Sirius came into the kitchen, smiling. "Happy Birthday Harry!"

"Thanks Sirius," Harry said as his godfather sat down.

"I have some good news and some bad news. Which first?"

Harry thought for a moment, "Good news,"

"Well," Sirius said, "We know where Remus is."

Harry smiled, Remus had been missing for a week, "And the bad?"

"Tonight is the full moon"

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The next present was a small box and when it was opened, the card was under the present. The gift was a sphere like Neville's rememberall but the glass was black stained with a green smoke inside. Harry looked up to Sirius who shrugged. He reached into the box and grabbed the ball. Then he felt a familiar tug at his navel.