Harry Potter and the Demon's Scepter

Harry Potter and the Demon’s Scepter

Author’s Note: Ok, I do not own Harry Potter or Ron, Hermione, Voldemort, etc. etc. The plot for the school year is something I have thought up. Blah blah blah, y’all know I don’t own Harry Potter. You’re smart people. Anyways, I have a few ideas for this story, but I’d love to hear from you guys, send me ideas! Even for a new story. (No flaming please! Constructive criticism!)  Set in their 5^th year at Hogwarts.

Chapter One

Harry sat up with a jolt, his hand pressing to his scar, which burned fiercely. His body was covered in a colt sweat. He had had another nightmare. He groped the nightstand beside him, and found the item he was searching for, jamming his them onto his face. The room slowly came into focus as he blinked rapidly. He swept his bangs back, though they stubbornly flipped back to their normal position. He flung the covers off of him, and made his way to the window. He opened it, letting a cool breeze wash over him, soothing away his fears. Somewhere out there, Voldemort was waiting. Waiting to kill him. Waiting to get revenge. Harry shuddered, stepping away from the patch of moonlight he had been standing in, as if it were a searchlight Voldemort could use to find him. His owl hooted at him, and he petted her lightly through the cage bars. Seeing Hedwig made him think of Hermione, both had an affectionate and free spirit, its what intrigued him the most about them. Thinking of Hermione, he touched the spot on his cheek where she had kissed him at the train station. He wondered what she meant by it, or if she meant anything by it at all. His stomach fluttered at the thought. He realized now how much he really did care for her, not just as a friend, but more. He couldn’t wait for the summer vacation to end, so he could see his friends again, especially Hermione. He kept thinking of her at the Yule Ball and her amazing transformation. He hit his forehead with his hand, trying to get her off of his mind, it was only making him miss her more.

          The days trickled by slowly, until, finally, Harry received a letter from Ron inviting him over to his house for the rest of summer. Harry whooped with joy! And sent his acceptance via Ron’s incredibly hyper mini-owl. The only thing now was to convince the Dursleys to let him go. That would be easy. Just a little mention of his godfather would get them to agree, not as if they didn’t want to get rid of him already anyway. Harry bounded down the stairs, and swooped into the kitchen. Aunt Petunia was just about to call for him as he entered.

          “Cook some breakfast!” she barked.

          “Yes, Aunt Petunia,” Harry said obediently. He quickly began cooking some eggs and bacon.

          “You’re going to starve our poor Dudley with rations like that!” Petunia cried, patting her overly-large son’s head. “Our Dudleykins needs his nourishment.”

          “Yes, Aunt Petunia, I’ll cook some more,” Harry replied, rolling his eyes as he turned away from them. He cooked some more bacon and eggs, placing them in front of the human garbage disposal. Once Petunia was finally satisfied that her ‘Dudleykins’ had had enough food, she allowed Harry to cook a small portion for himself. “Uncle Vernon, one of my friends is coming over to pick me up to spend the rest of summer at his house, is that alright?” Harry asked as he was washing the dishes.

          “One of your stupid ‘wizarding” friends?” he asked. Harry fumed.

          “Yes Uncle Vernon, One of my ‘stupid wizarding friends’,” he replied.

          “I don’t know…has this boy been acting up lately, Petunia?” Vernon asked his beanpole of a wife.

          “I don’t know, that boy is always up to something.”

          “Well, my godfather…” Harry said.

          “Right then, I guess you can go. Won’t have to deal with you till next year,” Uncle Vernon muttered.

          “Thank you Uncle Vernon!” Harry cried, smiling. He raced upstairs, and threw together a bag, readying his trunk and Hedwig’s cage. A short while later, an owl came to Harry’s window, pecking on it lightly. Harry ran to the window, and levered it open. The owl flew in, and landed, dropping a letter from Ron on Harry’s bed. Harry eagerly ripped it open.

Dear Harry,

We’re on our way. Hope its ok with the Dursleys. If its not, we’re taking you anyway. Dumbledore finally gave the ok for you to come over. Mum thinks you’ll be safer here anyway, around all these wizards. Just keep the owl with you, we’ll take him with us when we get there.

See you soon,

~Ron

Harry cheered quietly and gave the owl some water from Hedwig’s cage. The owl hooted gratefully as Harry sat back to wait. Soon he heard the doorbell buzz, and he leapt up, running to get the door. Ron and his parents were there, smiling, the first friendly faces he had seen in weeks.

          “Ron!” Harry cried, gleefully. Ron grinned.

          “Did they give you any trouble?” he asked, obviously referring to the Durselys. Harry shook his head. “Let’s go get your stuff, then. Oi! Fred, George! Come help me with Harry’s bags!” Ron shouted over his shoulder.

          They bustled up the stairs and came back down a second later laden with Harry’s items. They loaded his trunk into the car, and they piled in. Petunia and Vernon watched solemnly from the door, silently shaking their heads before closing the door.

          “So, Harry, how’s your summer been so far?” Ron asked. Harry glared at him in response, he already knew the answer. “Oh, right,” Ron chuckled.

          “How’s Hermione? Have you heard from her?” Harry asked eagerly.

          “She’s probably off with Victor Krum in Bulgaria or something,” Ron replied, rolling his eyes. Harry’s heart sank, though he tried not to show too much disappointment.

          “So, have you heard from Sirius?” Ron asked quietly. Harry shook his head, looking out the window. He often wondered how his godfather was doing, he had no clue what he was up to these days, and he didn’t want to send Hedwig out to him for fear of someone recognizing her. He shuddered at the thought of who that someone could be.

          They soon arrived at the Burrow and the Weasleys helped Harry unload his things, and brought it up to Ron’s room. Ginny stuck her head out from her room as Harry passed and waved shyly. Harry smiled at her, and returned the friendly wave before she disappeared back into her room. Harry tucked his trunk away in the corner of the room, trying to adjust his eyes to the brilliant orange color that was assaulting his eyes. Ron still had an affinity for the Chuddley Cannons.

          Dinner was called some time later, and a clamoring could be heard throughout the house as five pairs of feet could be heard jumbling down the rickety stairs of the Weasley home.  Harry enjoyed the meal thoroughly, and was properly full for the first time in weeks. The Dursleys didn’t like to waste ‘the food that could be put to good use for our little Dudley’ on him. The days he spent at the Weasleys’ was more fun than he had had in a long time.

          “Hey! Here’s an owl from Hermione!” Ron exclaimed, waving it in Harry’s face. Harry had recently filled Ron in about his little crush; Ron thought it was funny as hell. Harry’s eyes lit up at the mention of her name.

          “Well open it! Open it!” he cried.

          “Ok, ok,” Ron said, unfolding the letter slowly.

          “Ron!” Harry groaned.

          “Oh, alright,” Ron muttered. Harry eagerly looked over his shoulder to read what she had to say.

         

Dear Ron and Harry (I suppose he’s there by now),

My parents need to go out of town for a convention in Scotland. Would it be alright if I stayed at your house for the rest of summer and just go to school with you. It would mean so much to me and my parents! They don’t want to send me to my aunt’s (they think she’s rather strange). Hope to hear from you soon!

Love Always,

~Hermione

          Harry grinned eagerly, the rest of summer with Hermione! Oh, and of course Ron. Ron raced down the stairs to ask his parents, and returned with their permission (well of course! Everybody loves Hermione!) He quickly jotted down a note to Hermione, giving her the go ahead. Harry could hardly contain his glee, he felt as if he could sing…but he wouldn’t. Ron just grinned as he watched Harry roll around on his bed saying “yes, yes, yes, yes” repeatedly.

          “Harry, I think you’ve gone mad,” Ron said.

          “Maybe I have,” Harry said quietly.