Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

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Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor

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It was the longest car ride of Harry's life, filled with the honking of horns and the yelling of drivers filled the roads London that day. All this seemed almost pleasant compared to the atmosphere in the car that he was in. Uncle Vernon was on what sounded like the warpath, bellowing out about Harry's deformity and his ingratitude towards them, the only people who would keep such a freak like him. Harry managed to block out most of it and focused mainly on the ranting of a man in the car next to him. At least he wasn't yelling at him. Once in a while he would only listen enough to make him think 'why me?' or 'God I wish I wasn't here.'

"After what happened last year with that freak family," Uncle Vernon yelled, "you should be glad that we are allowing you back at all." Harry barred his teeth at the thought of this poor excuse for a human insulting such a good family as the Weasleys, the family he should have had or at least wanted. Not that Uncle Vernon noticed Harry's growing anger, as he had just turned his back long enough to honk at a few slow moving pedestrians and give them what looked like an obscene gesture, but Dudley, who was taking up two-thirds of the back seat where Harry was sitting did and it pleased him to no end to see Harry in such a state of anger.

Uncle Vernon then continued his insults, "Those bunch of lazy, good for nothing, freaks nearly killed Dudley as well as caused damage to my house, and so you must be punished." Harry couldn't help but be a little concerned by what he was going to say, "You will not leave your room unless doing work ordered by me, your aunt, and Dudley. Please try and keep your usual outright defiance to a minimal." 'So now I am their personal slave, so what else is new' Harry thought.

The rest of the car ride to number 4 Privet Drive was filled with things that he couldn't or would be doing this summer. No small feet considering that the car ride lasted over an hour and a half. Redoing the garden, blacktopping the driveway, and painting the fences were only the tip of the iceberg. Harry could just about hear his Aunt yelling out commands while he moved a heavy rock around the entire backyard because she could not decide where it looked the prettiest. His imagination became a reality when they pulled up to the Dursleys' driveway and Aunt Petunia stood there with a large shovel in her hand and put Harry immediately to work.

After a while though, Aunt Petunia left him alone, which suited Harry just fine. This left him to work. True it was backbreaking and exhausting, but in Harry's mind was welcomed. Harry would do practically anything to stop him from thinking about what he had done and what would happen in the future. The work seemed to quite those screams of pain.

So after doing some gardening and several other chores, for the amount of time that the Dursleys deemed necessary to do such important work, he went in for a late dinner. The Dursleys had long finished their dinner. The cold plates and scrapes that lay on the table for Harry to nibble on and then clean up, were a dead give away. So after Harry had taken a little off of Dudley's plate, who had obviously gone off of his diet since in front of his table were four plates that had seemingly been filled to the brim with food, he cleaned up the table, did the dishes, and went to his room. The Dursleys where laughing their heads off at some stupid new game show so Harry believed that he would be left alone for at least the remainder of the day.

When Harry reached his bedroom, he flopped down on his bed. All of his muscles ached intensely, but he decided to get a head start on his homework just to continue his streak of keeping himself busy, he was sure that Hermione was probably doing the exact same thing, but perhaps for different reasons. He started on his potions essay which was almost ridiculously hard and promised to take him a while and would need a lot of concentration to complete. He did it as thoroughly as he could, partly because he knew that Snape would accept nothing else, but mostly because the longer it took him the less time he would have to dwell on other things, but after completing about half of it Harry decide to give it arrest and put the unfinished work underneath the loss floor board. As soon as his head hit the pillow Harry was out.

The sky was impossibly dark without even the hint of a star and the world that he looked down on was even bleaker. A circle formed of black hooded figures, stood besides what appeared to be a dark and chaotic sea that bashed against the large rocks that littered the coast. The figures waited there, their faces covered, but still giving off a sense of terror. The waves were still audible in the background, but it gave no comfort in this dark place, a nomans land, bare of life and filled with a feeling of death. Then the circle broke and the hundred or so men that were there moved into a larger semi-circle except for one man that stood confidently in the middle, expressions of fearlessness in his blood red eyes and snakelike face.

Then they waited, for about five minutes nothing happened, until a tall cloaked figure came into the clearing. The people in the semi-circle gave a collective shiver as the air became cold with fear and sadness. This was what they have feared and all of them had their wands out just in case they should need to use them. It, "it" been the appropriate word since it clearly could not be human, came closer and with it came greater pain and suffering. All except for the man who stood in the middle, showing no outwardly signs of being affected. A scream now and again came from the distance to break the silence until the creature finally reached the man.

"I believe you know why we have come," said the man with the red eyes. The creature simply nodded its hooded head. "Good. Then you must realize who I am," again it just nodded. "Then you know my question and you will accept my request. The ministry can't give you what I can, no one can. With me you shall not be exiled to this God forsaken land where you are forced to squabble over mere scraps; pathetic compared to the feast that you shall enjoy with me. What I am offering is freedom and you shall have power once again; the power to strike fear into the heart of all and become a race to once again bow to. I will give you people's thoughts and dreams and very souls to feed on. I am giving you the opportunity that your kind has only dreamed about. Or you can be destroyed. Are you prepared to join us and live as rulers or are you going to remain as nothing more than servant of those you wish to destroy."

Then the dark figure nodded once more. "I see that you are wise. The first command I give to you is to release my servants. They will be of little significance to you compared to the riches that you shall enjoy." The dark creature turned and left to perform the request. Within a quarter of an hour it returned in the lead of 50 men that stared without expression into nowhere and at nothing.

"Good as for the rest of the prisoners, they are of no significance to me and you may do of them what you would like with them," spoke the man, his serpent face then turned to his servants, "You see the sacrifices these loyal ones of mine have made, while you trick and deceive those around you betray me, they have suffered for me. You all will be punished severely, but they shall be restored and made powerful again even more so then they could possible imagine." He took his wand and yelled and muttered "Demonstriva restorisa." Those that were standing in the circle broke down screaming till their vocal cords became unusable and just withered on the ground under the fiery of pain that was encompassing their entire body. While this was happening the other men that had been brought out by the creature began to become aware, as if awaking from a dream they looked around first to see the screaming bodies and then to the man that looked at them with a grim face of accomplishment at his own work. Knowing what must have happened they walked to him, and each in succession, kissed the hem of his cloak out of gratitude. When they were all done, the others began to remove themselves from the floor and began to do the same. While kissing his cloak they would say "Thank you Lord, I am not worth," the dark lord would simply grin an evil smile and would laugh at his control. After this all was done, he spoke to the dark creature once more.

"Thank you for your service. For it I would like to give you a 'gift'" he looked amused at his own words. Then he called, "Karkaroff would you come here please." A nervous figure came forward from the circle that had formed around the two of them.

"Y-Yes m-my lordd what d-do you want of m-me," Karkaroff stuttered in complete fear of what he could see was a very bad situation.

"Do you remember when I found you hiding in that cave and you ask me to forgive you?" the Dark lord asked.

"Yes my Lord t-that was most gr-gracious of you I will not f-fail you ag-gain?" Igor replied.

"No you won't," the dark lord said under his breathe, "Do you remember what I said to you."

"Yes, you said that I still had a purpose in your plan," Karkaroff recalled gaining new confidence in this statement.

"Yes that is correct and now I will give you your purpose, Crucio!" Karkaroff scream pierce the cold night like a knife and over the scream the Dark Lord yelled, "I do not forgive those that abandon me, Karkaroff, I do not forget those that betray me and my servants, and I want retribution for your sins against me!" Then the screams stopped, "Now here is your purpose and here is your forgiveness," then turning to the dark creature, "and here is your gift."

"No!!!" was all that Karkaroff could scream. H just knelt there, paralyzed with fear. The hooded creature moved toward the man in the middle of the circle. The hood that covered his head was lowered by his scabbed covered hands that quickly went back into the robe after it served its purpose. The showing of its true evil form brought knew screaming from Karkaroff as he gazed upon the disgusting head of the dementor, his unwelcomed death and worse. Even those in the circle began to turn their heads in disgust, but the Dark Lord would not have it. "No! You must watch! All must know the terrible price of treason!," then it began its kissed as it lowered its head onto its victim sucking something more than air, his very soul, making the screams grow louder, laughter coming from the Dark Lord was the only other sound, both becoming louder and more insane with ever passing moment. Until final it was over and there was silence, "You are forgiven."

Harry practically jumped out of his bed in terror trying not to scream although he didn't know why. His scar felt like it just got hit with a bat and put on a stove at the same time. He bit down on his finger until the pain had faded a little and he could taste the blood that had dripped into his mouth from his hand. After a few more minutes when the pain was reduce to bearable, he quickly tried to regroup his thought and remember his vision. After racking his brain for a little while he could picture it with only a few gaps. Azakaban. It came to him; the dementors have allied themselves with Voldemort. 'Damn it' he thought 'I can't even imagine how many people are going to die because of this. Dumbledore knew this was going to happen and that fool Fudge won't do a damn thing about it.' Then he thought some more to search his dream for whatever information that he could think of. 'Karkaroff is dead well that's no surprise, git' Harry thought but he couldn't help feeling a little guilty about what was happening after all he had let the Pettigrew take his blood to resurrect Voldemort. This was the thought he did not want to dwell on during the summer, "How many more people are going to suffer and die because of what has happened," Harry said to himself. This only led to Cedric. "Sure I feel guilty, but I refuse to believe that it is my entire fault and I won't let it control my life," Harry said determined to the night sky.

It was a full moon that night and Harry couldn't help, but wonder where Sirius was. 'Perhaps with Lupin. Sirius, that's right I have to write to Sirius and Dumbledore about all this and the Weasleys,' Harry realized. Then he took out some parchment and began to write on it.

Dear Dumbledore,

I had another dream and my scar hurt. This time it was by an ocean or sea or at least it was on the coast. I think it was in Azkaban. I saw Voldemort and his death eaters, I think there were more than there was at the graveyard after the third task, but I really can't be sure I can't remember everything too clearly, but I am sure about it being real because my scar hurt a lot. 'Yeah like it was going to burst' Harry thought. Anyway it showed a dementor and it was talking to Voldemort and in the end I think it joined him because after they were done Voldemort gave him Karkaroff as a sort of present for accepting his offer. He got the dementor's kiss and then I woke up. I feel fine after my scar stopped hurting so if you are going to tell Sirius or the Weasleys please include that piece of information. Thank you. I'll write you again if I have another dream about Voldemort.

Sincerely,

Harry potter

P.S. When can I go over to visit the Weasleys?

Harry then gave the letter another read making sure that it didn't include anything that would draw Sirius out of hiding or make the Weasley children get in any trouble by performing another dangerous mission into the nomans land that was number 4 Privet Drive, like they had done in the beginning of his second year. When he was satisfied he gave it to Hedwig who was waiting impatiently for it on his shoulder and gave him an affectionate nip on the figure and was off into the dark night leaving Harry alone to go back to sleep and back to other unpleasant dreams of death and hopelessness.

"Boy get down here now and make my poor Dudlykins some breakfast this instant," Aunt Petunia's voice shrilled up the stairs causing Harry to roll out of his bed in shock and exhaustion. He walked down the stairs to find the Dursleys waiting impatiently at the table for him. "Where have you been?" Petunia asked in an annoyed manner.

"Sorry," Harry said tiresomely 'If they only knew' Harry thought, but then coming to his senses he thought 'they wouldn't care. All they would be worried about is that it wouldn't kill me'. So he set off and made breakfast for his unwanted relatives, trying to set aside some for himself in the process. These efforts were futile, since when he had finished and handed each person their plates he found that Dudley had cleverly, or what he at least believe was clever, took all of Harry's food except for a few piece of toast that Harry had managed to wrestle away from the gorilla that resembled his cousin.

Aunt Petunia who had seen the whole thing, "Don't you dare try and steal food away from my poor little Dudleykins, he needs all the food he can get. That wretched diet has caused him to lose over fifty pounds and whither away into almost nothing." Harry supremely doubted this, but didn't want to get in any more trouble so he gave in and forfeited his toast and hungrily went up stairs to the bathroom to get ready. As he did so he noticed that the scale was rolled back a hundred pound. According to the current measurement Harry weighed a sweltering thirty five pounds.

After getting dressed he did his best not to think about his dream or generally about anything during his long day of work. His list of chores for that day was to finish the gardening (and impossible task in itself) and black top the driveway. It was extremely hot that day and he was dripping with sweat and fatigue. When he was finally done he joined the Dursleys for dinner for his first meal of the day. With Dudley being off of his diet Aunt Petunia cooked up a storm and Harry actually got some of the food this time, almost enough to quench his growing hunger. His new found delight at receiving a decent meal was quickly cast down and stomped on when after the dinner the Dursleys' phone rung. Uncle Vernon answered it.

"Hello...Oh it's so good to here from you..... Oh really...well if you have no other place to go.... when...oh that should be okay our vacation is the day after... You're welcome I'll see you then bye." Harry knew who it was, but he prayed that he was wrong and then the bombshell was dropped. "Marge is coming on the twenty eighth. Her house is being fumigated and she needs a place to stay for a while so she will be staying here, and you," turning to Harry, "you will behave yourself or you will suffer the consequences and if we have a repeat of last time so help me you will be kicked out of here so fast, um so fast that I can't even think of something that would be that fast," he grumbled after a long thinking secession about what to say to strike fear into the heart of his unwelcome tenant, "Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir, "Harry said humbly. He finished what he could of his dinner after that announcement and went to his room. He was surprised to see the presences of three owls waiting for him, well maybe two since the small one, he recognized as Pig was flying around like it had had too much coffee. The other two stood patiently while taking the occasional sip of water, they were Hedwig and a barn owl that he didn't recognize. All of these owls had dropped their letters on his bed. He took the top one first which turned out to be from Dumbledore.

Dear Harry,

I am sorry to say that I am not all that surprised about either one of your pieces of information, but I thank you deeply for giving us this vital information and I promise you that they would be put to good use even if the Minister won't accept the truth. I hope that you are okay, but to your request to go to the Weasleys' home for the summer I must tell you no. This is for your protection, now more than ever. I won't tell you mistruths, but Voldemort is, I am afraid, a great threat to your well being. I have taken the liberty of buying your books that you will be using this year since you will probably not be able to go to Diagon alley this year. I have also included some other books that I believe will be most useful to you. I am very sorry.

Yours Most Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Sure enough a stack of books were on his counter. They mostly consisted of his school book, but they also included books on hexes and curses, dueling, dark creatures, and one book on swords and sword fighting, although he had no idea why he had receive that one since he had only touch a sword once, he still was glad to receive another distraction. Next letter was from Sirius. It said the same "Are you okay" and reminded him to tell him to report anything else that happens with his scar. Also he said that he had reached Lupin's and was staying there for at least a while. The other was from Ron and Hermione.

Dear Harry,

How are you? Dad told me that you had another dream. I hope it wasn't that bad, but you have to tell us when we see you next. I don't know when that will be since Dad says that Dumbledore wants you to stay over there with the muggles for at least a while and maybe even the entire summer. That really stinks. I hope you're getting along okay. Over here is fine. Hermione is staying here for a while. You got to tell her it's not safe to stay over Vicky's house. Hermione must have been reading over his shoulder because the handwriting suddenly changed from chicken scratch to impeccable. His name is Victor and Harry you know that he is safe. I am really sorry that I might not get to see you though. I just want to tell you to do your homework and start studying, the OWLs are coming up this year and you want to make sure that you do well. Don't let the muggles keep you down.

Hoping to see you soon,

Ron and Hermione

P.S. Everyone says hi and the twins say thanks and that they are in the process of fulfill their promise whatever that means.

After Harry had read over the letters a few more times he placed them underneath the floor board and wrote a few replies and gave them to the correct bird. They soon flew off leaving Harry alone to continue his homework on the advice of Hermione.

The next few weeks were more or less boring to a degree. Not that he wasn't worked to exhaustion everyday or that he didn't spend every other free moment with his head in some book or writing an essay for one of his classes (he had come to the point where he had virtue memorize his school books and could practically recite most of the others) or practice a few sword fighting techniques with an umbrella he had snatched from his Uncle, but the absences of the Dursleys in his everyday routine caused it to be quite uneventful, which was the way Harry liked it. It was very unlikely indeed that he would find his very round cousin anywhere other than the couch in the living room or in his bedroom, doing Lord knows what, even if he could move through the doors easily Harry could not and did not want to picture Dudley outside. As for the other two members of his reluctant family, Uncle Vernon was mostly at work, closing what he said was a life changing deal (Harry doubted very much that his life would change if he got it) and Aunt Petunia was too busy planning their vacation to one of the American Virgin Islands.

Harry found out over listening to the Dursleys speak at dinner that they would be leaving the day after his birthday and wouldn't be back till after Harry was schedule to go to school. The problem was, that meant that Aunt Marge would be staying with them on his birthday. In fact she would be staying with them for about three days beforehand as well. Harry had written about his situation to Dumbledore to see if he could finally stay with the Weasleys while the Dursleys were go. Surely enough he received a letter from Dumbledore on the morning that Aunt Marge was supposed to arrive, causing his spirits to raise a little even with the grim prospect of the day before him.

Dear Harry,

I hope you are well. I must apologize, but I must tell you no once again. I believe that it is unsafe for you to leave your neighborhood and I would ask you to go to where your relatives feel is the best place for you. I must say again how sorry I am that I must do this to you, but it is for your own good and Sirius agrees.

Most Regrettably,

Albus Dumbledore

All hope was lost for anything, but an incredibly horrible summer. Harry couldn't believe his bad luck, as for where he was staying it was almost as bad as remaining with the Dursleys, Mrs. Figgs. 'Great,' Harry thought in a very sarcastic voice, 'I get to spend my summer with the old cat lady that scares away little children.' Harry then wrote a note to Ron telling him what had happened and to keep Hedwig until he went back to Hogwarts.

Harry went to the bathroom to splash some water on his face in an attempt to wake himself up from this nightmare. When that didn't work he just stood there looking into the mirror. He had had a growth spurt this summer and had already gained about 3 inches in height and all the work that Harry was doing gave him a much more muscular body then the one he had come home with. As he stared at himself with a critical eye he said, "Don't lose it. It is just a month you can do it, of course talking to yourself isn't really a good sign, and yet here you are still doing it. Okay now stop."

After getting himself ready he went downstairs and tried to make breakfast without being yelled at by his Aunt. He almost was finished with the breakfast that he had set aside for himself, he had learn early on to keep it out of Dudley's reach, when Uncle Vernon started his usual speech

"You will behave yourself. You will not mention anything of your deformity. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will not eat unless asked, move unless order to, don't even breathe if it is in any way a bother to your Aunt. Do I make myself clear?" Vernon growled. Harry almost snorted at this idea, but thought better of it. 'If I followed this orders I'd be dead before I was even born,' Harry pondered.

"Yes sir." Harry mumbled lowly not wanting to show his small smile that threatened to creep onto his face if he talked in any tone over a whisper.

"Good and remember what I said in the car, anything remotely similar to what occurred during her last visit and I will personally remove you from my house." Harry could tell that he was perfectly serious by the way his fists were clenched against his side. "Now I am going to the train station to pick up Marge. I should be back in an hour."

Harry went outside to do some gardening and to get away from Aunt Petunia who was compulsively cleaning and would surely snap if she saw Harry in her way. After about an hour and a half later he heard a car pull up in the drive which he could only assume was Uncle Vernon so he quickly mad himself busy not wanting to have anything to do with her until he absolute had to. He continued his work slowly until there was nothing left that he could do that day and went back into the house and slipped into his bedroom. "No dinner is worth it," Harry reasoned. So he just stayed in his bedroom for the rest of the night reading over his school book and making correction and improvements to his already tremendous essays

The next day he was awoken by Aunt Petunia as in the usual fashion to make breakfast. When he reached the kitchen he remembers why he was so hunger.

"So you don't even say hello anymore to your relatives. Well I would think that school of yours would at least teach you some manners." Aunt Marge said and in turning to Vernon, "I don't know what you are paying that school of his, but it looks likes it isn't working. You should demand your money back and just see if a prison would take him. Heaven know that where people like him belong anyway."

"Hello Aunt Marge it is nice to see you," Harry said with as little sarcasms as possible. The rest of breakfast was the same hell as last time. She praised Dudley to now end and scolded Harry for being a runt, good for nothing and mainly for being born. Harry was relieved when Uncle Vernon finally let him leave the table to go to his room.

The next couple of days went like this until the last day, Harry's birthday. He had been up practically all night waiting for the barrage of owls that usually came on that night, but they never came. It totally demoralized Harry to think that his friends had forgotten his birthday, not even one letter to say Happy Birthday. Though he really hadn't expected anything since Aunt Marge was with them. The Dursleys had completely forgotten or just didn't care, but that was becoming common place these days. Harry spent his birthday mostly in his room trying to read a book on dueling for the twentieth time.

The dinner was that night, to celebrate Aunt Marge's leaving and the Dursleys' vacation the next day, was full of verbal bashing and insults, but Harry knew he could take it. 'One more day and they are gone,' Harry chanted in his mind while Aunt Marge was saying something about his sanity.

Harry desperately wanted to leave after dinner, but Marge simply would not allow it saying, "The boy can get us some tea and brandy. Well boy what are you waiting for go now." Harry went to the kitchen to fetch the requested item and brought them back, far be it a little slower than he could have for any other person. "Took you long enough," Aunt Marge barked and after taking a few large gulps out of her glass of brandy, "You know what the problem is with this one? He has no purpose, he is absolutely useless now and he will be for as long as he lives, which will hopeful not much longer. I personally believe that all people this boy included, that are weak and insignificant are eventually wiped out anyway. You know social Darwinism. The strong survive and the weak perish just like those good for nothing parents of his. They got what was coming to them and the runt will to." Harry stood there fuming, but still found that he could still control himself under the weight of wanting to rip her head off. The words were like a knife that was stabbed into his stomach, but he just stood with it in not want to repeat what had happened two year when he found out what happens when you pull it out. Then:

Bam, Bam, Bam

All of a sudden everything exploded; the glass cups, the bottle of brandy which was now little more than a fireball that streaked across the living room, and the kettle of tea shattered into a million pieces instantly. With the sound of the noise Aunt Petunia threw herself on her son, who was looking stupidly at what was happening until he let out a scream of terror and hid underneath his mother. As he watched the chaos unfold Harry's anger quickly subsided, and was replaced by first shock, then fear. He could see his uncles face while he helped Marge, who had suffered the worst of it and had actually suffered a few shallow wounds and a couple of minor burns, and Harry could tell that he was furious more so then he had ever seen him. He was completely red in the face and you could see his out of control pulse beating in his forehead; and shaking hands as he helped his sister off the coach. Harry then did the next logical move. He ran. He ran as fast as he could to his bedroom and threw everything he owned in there and sprinted for the door, but before he was fully out he was pushed from behind and was dragged back along the carpet and into the living room once again which looked much worse for the wear.

"No, not yet first, I want to get one thing clear," Vernon barked as he slapped Harry hard on the left cheek, " you will never ever, ever under no circumstances return to this household ever! None of us, especially me, ever want to see you again and if I ever do I will personally see to it that you are thrown in jail for attempted murder." Harry thought about putting up a defense or at least telling them that he didn't do it. He knew that this would be fruitless and they wouldn't believe him or wouldn't care, Harry had always been the scapegoat for the Dursleys and this was no different. Then there was the prospect of never seeing the Dursleys again. This thought actually brought a small smile to his face, but it was quickly wiped away by another cheap slap by his uncle. Harry might have retaliated to this uncalled for blow, but his cousin was holding him back.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," Harry said through barred teeth. He could here familiar voice of Petunia and Marge saying things like "Little twit" or "Should have done this years ago when you got him"

"You are no longer part of this family and you never will! Now go!" pointing to the door.

To Harry's surprise he was actually sad by what was just declared. The door looked dark and unwelcoming. Maybe it was because now he really had no real family on this world or perhaps it was it was because that the people who were suppose to love him finally showed how much hatred they truly had for him. Well, whatever it was it hurt Harry a lot, but he slowly got up and picked up some of the close that had been dumped out of his trunk when he fell. When he was finished, Harry turned around to look up to see the scolding face of the Dursleys for one last time and then walk through the door.

It was by now probably around ten o'clock and Harry walked a few blocks, not truly knowing what to do or where to go. He was feeling a combination between sadness, loneliness, anger, and confusion because he really had no idea how those things happened to blow up, "But it had to be me there just isn't any other explanation," Harry reasoned to himself, but he had been so sure that he was controlling himself. "Crack"

A twig had broken some where to the left of him caused his head to come back to Earth and then jump in fright off of it. Seeing that nobody was there he accredited to one of Mrs. Figg's that usually could be seen roaming the neighborhood at night. The sudden sound did have one advantage, it cleared his mind. This allowed him to finally think straight and to actually see where he was. It was not too far away from the place he had called down the Knight Bus and Sirius for the first time. From this memory he realized what he would do. First, he would take the Knight Bus to Diagon alley where he would get lodging for the remainder of the summer 'or perhaps go and stay with the Weasleys,' though he wasn't sure how Dumbledore would react to him leaving the Dursleys' house. Even with this in mind his spirits were considerably lifted, but his thought turned to another subject 'I could just wait for some Ministry personal to show up and go with them, but then again the ministry and aren't exactly on best terms now are we,' Harry knew perfectly well that Fudge practically thought of him as an enemy or at the very least an unwanted rival. He quickly turned to his in hot pursuit of his wand to call down the Knight Bus. "Crack."

There it was again, but this time it sounded a little closer and more distinct, but upon investigating there was no sign of a cat where he was sure he had heard the noise. He turned back to his search for his wand. Bam

Harry felt something like a hammer hit him on his right temple him, knocking him to the ground. The pain was intense, but he managed after a moment of complete confusion to look through his dazed eyes up to see his attacker. The short man before him was a little smaller than Harry himself. He looked pudgy almost and balding. Looking around he could see a silver sheet on the ground and the man's silver hand glisten in the pale moonlight. Wormtail.

"Hello Potter. Going for a little walk are we. Well no matter, my master will certainly be pleased. Yes indeed and soon to be your master as well. Good night Potter. Stupefy."

Then Harry knew only darkness and nothing more.

A/N: So how did you like it? Tell me what you think or what you think I should do. I would really appreciate it if you do review this fic. Try to look over typos or bad grammar that is probably going to happen a lot in this fic.