Harry Potter and The Third Party

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Harry Potter & The Third Party

Chapter 1: Last night on Privet Drive

Harry looked up at the ceiling blurry-eyed from tears he had been crying for the past hour. He was glad to be alone. Ever since he had returned to number four, Privet Drive he [Author ID1: at Mon Nov 21 02:43:00 2005 ]had [Author ID1: at Mon Nov 21 02:43:00 2005 ]given the Dursleys fair warning to stay out of his way that summer, or he would have Mad-Eye Moody come and lay a dozen curses on them. He didn't need the constant ridicule that he had suffered from them since he could remember. Now he was in mourning for his godfather Sirius Black, who had at the end of last school year been killed in the battle at the Ministry of Magic by his own cousin Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry had been full of rage lately. It wasn't fair all the things that had happened to him in his life. It wasn't fair all the pains he had had to suffer. He reflected on all the harsh things that had happened to him in his life. The Dark Lord Voldemort killed his parents when he was just a baby. Then having to live with a family who hated him until he was eleven, and then having to return to this house every summer. It wasn't fair that he constantly had to return to this house every summer. Harry was tired of constantly being the subject of abuse at the hands of his cousin Dudley for all those years.

And now his godfather, Sirius Black, was dead. Once his name had been cleared of killing Peter Pettigrew, the plan had been to have Harry live with him. He would escape the Dursleys forever. But now Sirius was dead and not even a ghost Harry could talk to. And it was all his fault. At one time Sirius had been going to kill Pettigrew, who had faked his own death after betraying Harry's parents and framing Sirius. But Harry had asked him to spare his life. He had been merciful, and it had cost Sirius, and Cedric Diggory, their lives. And this weak moment had also caused the return of Lord Voldemort.

Peter Pettigrew had revived the dark lord, and Voldemort was gathering up an army to take over the Wizarding World. Now Voldemort, who was responsible for the deaths of so many people that Harry cared about, was going to try and kill him. Dumbledore had said as much. He had said that in the prophecy it was either Voldemort or Harry that was to die, to finish the war one way or the other. Harry had been having a constant nightmare every night and was full of hate and rage. He knew that sometimes the Dark Lord could read his thoughts. He concentrated on Voldemort very hard and thought, "Well it isn't going to be me who's going to die! Do you hear me, you bastard! I'm going to kill you! And I hope you suffer a long agonizing death! I'll make you suffer!" [Author ID2: at Sun Nov 20 14:19:00 2005 ]

Suddenly Harry felt a sharp pain in his head, a searing pain of anger and hate emanating from his scar. "Ahhhhhhh!" he screamed as his knees buckled and he fell to the floor. Lord Voldemort had heard him all right. The door flew open and Uncle Vernon looked into the room, his face pale and eyes wide. [Author ID2: at Sun Nov 20 14:23:00 2005 ]

"Wh......what is it! What's going on?!" he asked out of fear of Harry and not concern. [Author ID2: at Sun Nov 20 14:23:00 2005 ]

"Nnn... nothing... [Author ID2: at Sun Nov 20 14:25:00 2005 ]go away..." said Harry. [Author ID2: at Sun Nov 20 14:25:00 2005 ]

"But, but... you..." [Author ID2: at Sun Nov 20 14:26:00 2005 ]

"I said get out!" Harry roared as the agonizing pain in his scar caused him to claw the carpet. [Author ID2: at Sun Nov 20 14:28:00 2005 ]

"Sor... sorry," replied Uncle Vernon in a horrified voice, and closed the door quickly. The Dursleys had noticed that Harry's attitude was such that he seemed to be ready to explode at any time, and had tried at all cost to stay out of his way. Fortunately for them, he spent most of his time in his bedroom. The pain in his head was subsiding and his breathing was returning to normal. "That's right, you bastard, you go and think about how I'm going to kill you off. Think of how I stopped you every time. You couldn't even stop me when I was a baby. And soon... soon I'm going to be the one who comes for you. Soon I'll have my revenge!" Harry felt a twinkle of fear through his scar, but not from himself. Harry knew that somewhere, Voldemort was not feeling too confident. A smirk came across Harry's face. Yes this since of other people's fear was quite a good feeling indeed.

Harry's position at number four, Privet Drive had changed: He was no longer the object of abuse now, but of genuine fear. He didn't mind the change; in fact he seemed to revel in it. It was nice to be the one in charge for a change--Harry liked the fear that his power brought with it. He could make the Dursleys do a dance if he wanted them to. He didn't even have to use magic; just the threat of it was enough to make their teeth rattle. Harry got up and went to his aunt and uncle's room and banged on the door. [Author ID3: at Sun Nov 20 18:10:00 2005 ]

"What! What is it?" came the frightened voices from the bedroom. [Author ID3: at Sun Nov 20 18:12:00 2005 ]

Harry picked open the door and poked his head in. "I just wanted to remind you to make Dudley have my eggs and toast ready by seven. And don't forget to have the living room cleared," Harry stated in a confident tone. [Author ID3: at Sun Nov 20 18:14:00 2005 ]

Uncle Vernon's face started to turn beat red. "Now see here, young man! If you think that...." [Author ID3: at Sun Nov 20 18:14:00 2005 ]

"Be careful!" shouted Harry, cutting him off mid sentence. And then his voice grew sinister. "I'd hate to tell my friends you mistreated me. Mad-Eye Moody can get very... [Author ID3: at Sun Nov 20 18:14:00 2005 ]unpredictable when he's upset." He smirked. [Author ID3: at Sun Nov 20 18:14:00 2005 ]

Uncle Vernon's face went pale again. "No! I mean... of course Dudley will have everything ready for you at spot on seven." [Author ID3: at Sun Nov 20 18:15:00 2005 ]

Harry smiled mischievously "Good... well that's that then, good night." [Author ID3: at Sun Nov 20 18:16:00 2005 ]

"Good night, Harry," they said in quivering unison. [Author ID3: at Sun Nov 20 18:16:00 2005 ]

As Harry walked back to his room, he thought, "Look at them, cowering! Serves 'em right, the stupid dolts!" Of course Harry knew that the members of the Order of the Phoenix wouldn't approve of the way he now treated the Dursleys, and in fact if they ever found out, he might get into serious trouble. But the Dursleys didn't know that, and what they didn't know couldn't help them. The Order members had threatened the Dursleys to treat Harry nice over the summer, or else they would come and have a not-too-friendly chat with them. Still, they didn't intend on Harry taking overt advantage of them. But Harry didn't care; he had just suffered a tremendous loss, and was feeling a tremendous thirst to lash out at whoever was near. It felt appropriate that it should be his former tormentors, the Dursleys.

Harry looked at the alarm clock on his night stand; it read 10:40 PM. He lay down on his bed and reflected on his past few weeks. Tomorrow would be a day of great sadness. Tomorrow Harry would put to rest the body of Sirius Black, his godfather, and the only real parent he had ever known. Tomorrow, at long last, Sirius would have a proper funeral, a proper send off deserving of a hero. Harry would have a long day tomorrow, and it would be time for his hatred to turn to grief. ...of a hero Harry thought as he drifted off to sleep.