Harry Potter and the Cauldron of Death

Chapter One-Harry

The sun was setting as a boy lay on the grass in the backyard of Private Drive house number four. He was laying spread out in a large pair of jeans that had belonged to his cousin Dudley Dursley and a t-shirt. Harry had grown quite a lot over the summer. Compared to what Harry looked like in his first year, Harry was taller and his voice had been becoming deeper over the past two years (just like Ron's had). Harry's upper body was now more strong and built as well form Quidditch training over the past couple years. Harry put her arms underneath his read a watched the sun start to set. It was warm out for once after a fairly rainy summer that had left Harry trapped inside his small bedroom.

"HARRY POTTER!" someone yelled loudly outside of the living room window.

It was his Uncle Vernon. Harry reluctantly stood up and walked inside.

"What did I do now?" Harry asked dully.

"Don't speak to me like that!" Uncle Vernon said as his face started to turn a bright shade of red. "This stupid owl flew in the house and is now on the kitchen counter," Uncle Vernon added loudly pointing in the kitchen. "Get it out of here, NOW!"

Harry quickly dashed in the kitchen and saw a brown school owl with a letter from Hogwarts. Harry untied the letter and the owl flew away. Harry quickly opened it and found his list of books for school. There was another letter reminding Harry when the Hogwarts Express would leave for school. He also found another personal letter from Dumbledore saying that Mrs. Weasley was going to pick up his books at Diagon Alley for him. He said that there was too much of a risk for Harry to go with Lord Voldemort having regained power.

"What's that?" asked Uncle Vernon pointing at the letter with a look of disgust on his face.

"My school book list," replied Harry as he turned and ran up the steps to his bedroom.

Harry stayed in his bedroom the rest of the night. He read over his letters one more time and then thought about why he had received his letter so early. His birthday was the next day and Harry usually got his letters in August. Harry just shrugged and lay down on his bed. He fell asleep thinking about Ron, Hermione, Sirius and Hagrid and wondering what they were doing.

Around two in the morning Harry woke up to his Aunt Petunia letting out a piercing scream. Harry thought the whole neighborhood could have woken up. Uncle Vernon roared right afterwards.

"GET THAT BLOODY BIRD OUT OF HERE!"

Harry ran out of his bedroom and found Aunt Petunia running out of her and Uncle Vernon's newly decorated room that had been finished the week before. Harry looked in the room and saw a fierce looking owl tearing the room to shreds with a package tied to its leg. Harry ran into the room and grabbed the package meaning for it to pull the owl out of the air. The package just slipped off the owl's leg and the owl flew out the open window. Uncle Vernon turned and glared at Harry.

"GET INTO YOUR ROOM NOW!" Uncle Vernon yelled with his face turning a dark shade of purple. "LOOK AT THIS MESS! I'M TIRED OF ALL THESE BLODDY BIRDS IN OUR HOUSE!"

Harry quickly walked back to his room and locked the door behind him. It was a gift from Sirius wishing his a Happy Fifteenth Birthday. Harry fell asleep again, but was only woken up by two more owls that were from Ron And Hermione wishing him a Happy Birthday as well. None of them had mentioned any news about the wizarding world and Voldemort and Harry was starting to get annoyed. Harry fell asleep yet again and woke up around nine o'clock am. He quickly got dressed and reluctantly walked downstairs. The three Dursleys looked as if they had been waiting for him. Harry grabbed an apple and went to turn back to him room, but was stopped.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked Uncle Vernon angrily.

"To my room if you don't mind," Harry replied freshly.

"Don't use that tone with me boy!"

Harry turned and glared at Uncle Vernon who glared back.

"What happened last night is unforgivable! After all we have done for you! We have taken care of you since you were a baby! If you cannot control contact from this other world of yours, then you will keep none! You are to stay in your room the rest of the summer. No contact with anyone! You hear me boy?"

"Yes," say Harry through his gritted teeth.

Harry looked at Dudley and could see he was enjoying watching Harry getting punished very much.

"Your Aunt Petunia and I have thought about you returning to school this year."

Harry felt his heart sink.

"You will be returning to that school of yours this year. We don't want anymore of this bloody bird flying into our house and we are tired of you moping around."

Harry felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"Not get to your room! NOW!"

Harry quickly walked to his room and felt relieved that he would be able to return to Hogwarts easily without running away.

The rest of the summer went by VERY slowly for Harry. He would feed Hedwig who was begging to be let out of her cage and would look outside his window and watch it rain everyday. All of the windows in the house were closed and locked so no more owls could get into the house.

It was a warm sunny day as Harry arrived at Platform 9 and ¾ on September First. Harry had not had a good summer at all. Uncle Vernon had dropped Harry off and had driven away as fast as he could, leaving Harry there alone with his trunk and Hedwig in her cage.

Harry was now on the lookout for his two best friends: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. While he was doing so, Harry's eyes stopped upon a girl he had never seen before, waiting to get on the Hogwarts Express. Harry was now fifteen years old and going into his 5^th year at Hogwarts. This year Harry wanted a strong relationship with someone he really loved and someone who loved him back. The girl Harry was looking at was very beautiful. She was not too tall and not too short. She was just a little shorter than Harry. She was skinny with a nice figure. Harry could see she was very tan, especially in her white tank top. Her hair was shoulder length and a dirty blonde color. She had a few freckles across her nose and her eyes were a beautiful blue, but they had a sign of confusion in them. The girl looked around Harry's age and Harry wondered why he had never seen her before.

"HARRY!&rquo; someone from behind him yelled.

Harry swirled around and recognized his best friend, Ron.

"There you are," he said. "Hermione saved us a seat on the train, but for some new girl, too. Hermione met her over the summer in Australia."

"Cool," said Harry, whose mind was still on his dream girl, who was no longer where she had been standing.

As Harry and Ron walked into the compartment talking to each other excitedly. Harry stopped suddenly stopped. Hermione's new friend was his dream girl!