- Rating:
- R
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Characters:
- Ginny Weasley Harry Potter Hermione Granger Ron Weasley
- Genres:
- Angst Suspense
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Quidditch Through the Ages Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
- Stats:
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Published: 12/18/2002Updated: 02/23/2003Words: 60,635Chapters: 13Hits: 3,133
It May Be Raining
tajuki
- Story Summary:
- "We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction," Aesop Fables. After the stormy end to his fourth year, all Harry wants is calm. But mysterious dreams and an equally mysterious student foretell a tempest. Minister Fudge's decision to leave the dreaded Dementors at their post, the menacing prison Azkaban, may give Lord Voldemort the means of destruction he seeks. A brazen plan for recruiting the future faction of the Dark Forces may have already been set in motion. Gray clouds on the horizon speak of terrible events to come.
Chapter 02
- Posted:
- 12/20/2002
- Hits:
- 223
- Author's Note:
- Anni is an original character of mine. She is not integral to the story as of yet, but has quite a bigger role in the next two stories. As usual, I am trying to remain as true to Rowling's style and characters as possible. Sorry if this seems tedious for some people. If you like what you're reading, please let me know by review or by email. If you don't, please review or email anyway. I would like to know what you thought either way. And again, feel free to email me any questions you may have. I would be happy to answer them. Always at your service, Tara.
Chapter Two
News of a Visitor
"these things that are pleasing you can hurt you somehow..."
At five minutes before six in the morning, Harry set down his quill and pushed his finished essay aside. He pulled Ron´s letter out from under his Potions book and reread it. He was mildly jealous of Hermione and the fact that she was going to spend two weeks at the Burrow with Ron and his family and Harry would have to stay at the Dursley´s until September the First.
"Oh well, at least I have Diagon Alley to look forward to."
This was by no means a consolation for being left out. The Burrow was his favorite place to be--well, almost. Hogwarts was his favorite place of all. It was his home.
Harry shot a glance at his calendar on the wall. Thirty-five days until he would catch the Hogwarts Express on platform nine-and-three-quarters.
Harry put a hand up to his mouth to stifle a yawn and rummaged around on his desk for another piece of parchment. He thought for a moment about how to reply to Ron´s letter. He started, in what he hoped was an off-handed sort of tone:
Ron,
Yeah, Friday before we catch the train
sounds great. Let´s meet in front of Florean Fortesque´s. I can´t wait until then; I just have to make
sure that my uncle will take me into
Nothing much has been going on here; I have mostly just stayed in my room. I just finished my last essay and, I have to say, Boomslag Skin is not very interesting at all. I´m sure you and Hermione will have loads of fun, just don´t let her study too hard. She needs to loosen up for the last two weeks of the summer. Teach her how to play Quidditch, if you can get her on a broom. I wish I could come too, but I figured Dumbledore wouldn´t let me. Write me back and tell me everything you two are up to.
-Harry
He folded the letter and placed it inside an envelope, setting it aside for when Hedwig returned.
Harry let out another great yawn and went downstairs for breakfast.
He came into the
kitchen and slid silently into his chair. It had become routine, the way his
only living relatives ignored his existence, even when he was in the same room
as them. He stared at his plate, empty because Aunt Petunia was still preparing
breakfast. He absently listened to the sound of the television in the corner.
"Go get the letters, boy," Uncle Vernon said as he sat across the table from Harry, reading the morning paper.
Without a word,
Harry slid back out of the chair and into the hall. Rifling through the
letters, Harry walked back into the kitchen and handed two bills and two
letters to
"Hmm, bills,"
Harry looked up
at
"What is it dear?" Petunia chirped, carrying a frying pan full of bacon to the table.
"A letter from John and Marianne," Harry´s uncle said with the faintest hint of amazement in his voice.
Petunia stopped
in mid-motion as she was shoveling out bacon onto
"Dear
I trust your lovely wife and adorable son are well?"
At this Uncle Vernon gave a snort.
"We are all well here in
Harry´s head shot up from his plate at the mention of the name and began to listen intently.
Petunia
let out an indistinguishable sound at the question
"We should only be gone for two months."
"We, of course, asked around among our acquaintances here first, but no luck! Anni won´t be too much of an inconvenience, I assure you. You need only to keep her until the First of September. She leaves for Saint Sophia´s School for Girls from King´s Cross Station then, and she would only be spending the month of August with you."
Petunia scoffed at the impertinence of the woman.
"Of course, John and I would be
eternally grateful,
"You are a dear brother!
Love from your sister,
Marianne"
"I can´t think of any excuse why we couldn´t-," but he was cut off by his wife´s shrill voice.
"Absolutely not,
"But Petunia, she´s my niece and-," he was interrupted once more.
"Don´t you
remember the last time she was here?
"Yes, dear,"
"But
"Why don´t you
just admit what this is really about,
"It´s only a
month, Petunia. Besides, Marianne is my sister. What would she think if we
refused?"
"Fine,
During this
entire conversation,
Harry remembered that Christmas
when Anni had come to visit with her parents. He and
Dudley were ten at the time; she was eleven. Anni was
the only member of the Dursley family that Harry
actually liked. Her parents, John and Marianne, treated Harry with kind
indifference, which was better than the treatment he received from
***
Unable to sleep as usual, Harry lay in his bed with his head under the covers and a flashlight propped between his chin and chest. Flying with the Cannons was open on his lap. Harry usually had his late night study sessions by flashlight and under the blankets as not to disturb the sleeping inhabitants of the house. He watched as the players in orange robes flew by on broomsticks.
Books
had been a great source of distraction from the thoughts that had lately
haunted him. Harry snapped the thick book shut, turned off the flashlight and
pulled the covers off of his head. He glanced at the alarm clock; it read
It was a wonderful feeling to know that someone cared that he was turning fifteen. Harry took off his glasses and placed them on top of the pile of books, plopped himself down on the bed and attempted to fall asleep.
Only minutes after closing his eyes, the unmistakable sound of Hedwig´s beak tapping on the window roused Harry. Instantly, he threw off his covers and ran to the window to let her in. Hedwig fluttered into the room and perched on the infamous confection of Hagrid´s creation. She had a letter tied to one leg.
"I was wondering if I would see you tonight," Harry said. But, glancing at his clock, which now read a quarter after two, Harry corrected himself by adding, "er, this morning."
He stroked the bird gently as he removed the letter. Unfolding it, he immediately recognized the author´s hand. He read:
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I´m sorry I couldn´t reply sooner--I´ve been busy lately. I have once again discussed your dream and the pain in your scar with Dumbledore. This event seems too much of a coincidence to be passed over. Neither of us could venture to guess who the other person was in your dream, however. I´m sure that you have nothing to worry about as long as you´re with the Dursleys. I am sorry that you will have to remain there for the rest of the summer, but I agree that there is no safer alternative. Keep me posted on any other strange occurrences--tell me everything!
Oh, I almost forgot. I have enclosed a small present for you. I have been carrying this around with me for a while and I wasn´t sure when the right time would be to give it to you.
Harry turned the letter over and the writing continued on the other side.
It isn´t much, but it meant a lot to me. We were about your age then. I want you to have it now.
Sirius
Beneath the last line of the letter was a wizard´s photograph of a smiling Sirius with his arms flung around a younger Remus Lupinand a man with shaggy, black hair and round glasses--it was Harry´s father and his two closest friends.
Harry was stunned. This was by far the best birthday gift that he had ever received. He stared at it for a while, mesmerized by the three smiling faces. Harry let out a small laugh as he watched the two dark-haired boys shove the lighter-haired boy out of the frame of the photo.
Forcing himself to take his eyes away from the people in the photo after spending several minutes in this fashion, he set the photo on top of a book, took off his glasses and climbed into bed. Sleep came almost instantly.
***
"And playing for the English National Team, our very own Harry Potter!" The crowd went mad as Harry flew circles around the Quidditch pitch, waving as he heard them chanting, "Harry, Harry, Harry."
"Harry, wake up!" He opened his eyes and sat up, startled. A girl with brown, curly hair and shining sapphire eyes was smiling over him.
"Anni?" Harry said, in a half-yawn.
The girl nodded and giggled. Harry just stared, grinning in amazement.
"I didn´t think you would be here so soon after your mother´s letter." He stopped to think. "It only just arrived two days ago."
"My parents are
leaving for
"Why aren´t you up and at `em yet?" Anniquestioned.
"Long night," was Harry´s short answer. His eye caught the wizard photograph on his desk. The wizards in it were laughing and shoving each other around. Harry quickly reached over and threw Sirius´ letter over it before Annihad time to notice. He was planning on letting his cousin in on his secret life as a wizard, but he just hadn´t figured out the best way to say it yet. "Hey, Anni," Harry thought, "you´ll never guess what I´ve been up to since I saw you last..." No, that sounded lame.
"Happy Birthday!" she said as she noticed the birthday cards on a shelf above the desk. "I´ll let you get dressed." She jumped off the bed. "Nice owl." She gestured toward the sleeping Hedwig. Maybe telling her about the wizarding world would be easier than he thought.
Harry got dressed
and put away his birthday presents--and anything else that would cause
suspicion. He then made his way quickly down the stairs, wondering if his
sleeping late was going to cause trouble for him with Uncle Vernon and Aunt
Petunia. As he made his way into the kitchen, where
"You, in the
hallway," was the greeting he received. Harry retreated into the hall followed
by a red-faced and anxious-looking
"I didn´t mean to wake up so late, I didn´t get much sleep last night and..." stammered Harry.
"That´s not what
I wanted to talk to you about," interrupted
"Yes," Harry replied, adding just the right amount of dejection to his voice he deemed necessary to placate his uncle.
"You will tell
your cousin, if she should ask, that you attend St.
Brutus´s
Harry, who loved to hold his escaped-convict-accused-murderer-godfather over his uncle´s head, had to fight hard to hide a snigger.
Uncle Vernon, feeling that he had sufficiently intimidated the boy into compliance, returned to his coffee and newspaper in the kitchen.Harry followed.
As he slipped silently into a chair at the table, Aunt Petunia set a plate of toast in front of him and snapped in a low voice, "Trim the rose bushes in the garden when you´re finished." Harry nodded in compliance and ate eagerly.