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So it had finally come down to this Harry thought as he sat at his desk and stared out the window. Finally he knew what he had to do; he knew what his purpose was.
Kill or be killed. “Well” He thought to himself right now looks like I’ll be killed since I don’t even have the strength to kill Voldemort. Harry glanced over at the clock. One minute to my Birthday he thought. In the normal world both wizarding and muggle a birthday no less a 16th Birthday would mark a milestone for any young man or woman; but for Harry it was just another miserable day in a string of miserable days.
He had written faithfully to the Order every 3 days as he had promised but other than that he had not heard from anyone. “ hrummph” he thought everyone probably thought he needed space and wanted to be alone. However truth be told He resented being locked back in his summer prison even if it was “ For his own good “. Certainly he did want some space right now, he didn\'t know how long it would take him to get over Sirius’s death. But at the same time he really wanted to talk to someone. So many thoughts jumbled up in his head all the time.
Would he live? Would Voldemort live? He didn\'t know what to make of the Prophecy. Professor Dumbledore had tried to explain it to him at the end of last term after the Department of Mysteries Fiasco. But Sirius had just died and he was in no mood to listen to the aged Headmaster. Yes, he had been very angry at the time but had cooled off since then. At first he continually blamed himself but had finally come to see that one being was solely responsible for all those deaths and all that destruction. Voldemort.
He had to be stopped, he knew it was his purpose his destiny. Yet he felt uneasy about the whole thing. Voldemort was so powerful after all. Harry knew he didn\'t have that kind of power…Yet. He had written to Dumbledore earlier that evening to relay both his regrets and forgiveness and to give him those thoughts he had. Harry came to a decision then and there in order to protect himself and those around him he needed power and he needed it now. He thought about the line in the prophecy…..power the Dark Lord knows not… What did that mean exactly? Well he thought there was no more reason to think about anymore tonight it was just now midnight. Happy Birthday to me he thought then closed his eyes and slept.
Harry awoke the next morning to his Aunt Petunia pounding on his door. “ Wake up you lazy, good for nothing” she screamed. “ I’m awake,” he groaned as politely as he could. He glanced over at his clock 6:30 it read. He hurriedly showered and got ready for yet another day of misery in the Dursley household. How odd he mused “ In the wizarding world I’m famous as either a hero or a lunatic yet in the normal world I’m a slave worse off than a house elf and considered a criminal by my own flesh and blood” The universe sure had a sense of humor he decided as he went to make his “ family” their breakfast. On a side note he thought that at least Mad-eye’s threats had at least ensured a more filled belly this summer. “ Hurry with my breakfast boy” Vernon complained, “ It’s almost ready” Harry replied. “ You had better be grateful that those freaks “ He hissed the word “ are probably watching the house boy, other wise I’d let you know who’s boss” “ Yes Uncle” Harry said “ I’m very grateful to both of you for Dudley’s cast offs and day old food from my family” Harry replied sarcastically. Vernon glared at Harry menacingly but remembered that they most likely weren’t alone so simply let it go at that.
After Harry finished cooking and cleaning up the morning dishes he returned to his room as his Aunt ordered him to. To his surprise two owls were waiting to be let in.
One large brown screech owl, obviously a school owl and a snowy white barn owl, his beloved Hedwig. “ Perhaps this is Dumbledore’s reply to my letter,” he thought. As he untied the thick envelope from the school sure enough it was a letter from the school.
The second letter that Hedwig carried was from the school as well. “ Strange” he thought.
He gave the school owl a treat and sent it on its way and a treat for Hedwig as he brought her in and stroked her feathers as she lovingly snipped his fingers.
Harry opened the bigger envelop with the official with the Hogwarts official crest emblazoned on the front first.
To: Mr Harold James Potter
Dear Mr Potter,
Enclosed are the results from your O.W.L. exams. As you can see you did very, very well, please fill out the enclosed form with the N.E.W.T classes you wish to take and owl them back to me within 2 days. Also please be advised that your ban from Quidditch has been lifted and your position as team seeker has been restored to you.
Also be advised that as senior team member the position of Captain falls to you. Congratulations I know you will lead our house to another victory. The Hogwarts express will leave Kings-Cross at the usual time and place:
1 September at 11:00 am at platform 9 and ¾.
Once again Congratulations and I will see you on the 1st.
Sincerely,
Professor M. McGongall, Deputy Headmistress
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry looked at the second page that had his test results excitedly.
O.W.L. Results for Mr. Harold James Potter
O = Outstanding 2 owls awarded
EE = Exceeds Expectations 1 owl awarded
AVG = Average 1 owl awarded
D = Dismal no owl awarded
T = Troll No owl awarded and must repeat class
Charms = O
Defense Against The Dark Arts = O+1
Potions = O
History of Magic = AVG
Transfiguration = O
Divination = D
Care of Magical Creatures = O
Total O.W.L.s Awarded = 12 out of 15
Mr. Potter. As you may have noticed you received an extra OWL in DADA. This was because you received the highest recorded score ever in the history of Hogwarts when you cast a corporeal Patronus in your DADA practical.
Once again Congratulations
Professor M. McGonagall.
WOW! Exclaimed Harry, 12 O.W.L’s and Quidditch Captain to boot. Wait till I tell Ron and Herminione about this. Harry then turned to open the next letter from the school.
Dear Harry,
I’m Pleased that you have taken the time to think about everything that has happened to you over the last few years but there is so much more to explain to you, alas far to much I fear to put into a letter that may be intercepted. Please find enclosed a Port Key that will take you directly to my office at the school at precisely 6:00 pm this evening. Please pack all your things and bring them as well as you will not be returning to the Dursley’s again this year or perhaps ever. I have much more to tell you my young friend but it must wait till this evening, so I will see you then.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
(P.S.) Oh, and Harry, Happy Birthday
Harry stood up and looked around his room at 4 Privet Drive, everything he owned was packed in his trunk and he and Hedwig were standing by to leave for good. To steer clear of any kind of an argument with his relations he left them a note, thanking them for their hospitality and care and informing them that he would never be returning to their home.
Harry grasped the small lemon drop that Dumbledore had sent as a Port Key and looked at the clock 5:59 and 50 seconds. He popped the Lemon Drop into his mouth and began a silent countdown. As soon as he reached a ten count he felt the familiar tug behind his navel and he and belongings appeared in the Headmaster’s office with a rush of wind.” Welcome home Harry” said Dumbledore from behind his desk; the ever present twinkle in his eyes was brighter than ever as he grinned over to him.
So it had finally come down to this Harry thought as he sat at his desk and stared out the window. Finally he knew what he had to do; he knew what his purpose was.
Kill or be killed. “Well” He thought to himself right now looks like I’ll be killed since I don’t even have the strength to kill Voldemort. Harry glanced over at the clock. One minute to my Birthday he thought. In the normal world both wizarding and muggle a birthday no less a 16th Birthday would mark a milestone for any young man or woman; but for Harry it was just another miserable day in a string of miserable days.
He had written faithfully to the Order every 3 days as he had promised but other than that he had not heard from anyone. “ hrummph” he thought everyone probably thought he needed space and wanted to be alone. However truth be told He resented being locked back in his summer prison even if it was “ For his own good “. Certainly he did want some space right now, he didn\'t know how long it would take him to get over Sirius’s death. But at the same time he really wanted to talk to someone. So many thoughts jumbled up in his head all the time.
Would he live? Would Voldemort live? He didn\'t know what to make of the Prophecy. Professor Dumbledore had tried to explain it to him at the end of last term after the Department of Mysteries Fiasco. But Sirius had just died and he was in no mood to listen to the aged Headmaster. Yes, he had been very angry at the time but had cooled off since then. At first he continually blamed himself but had finally come to see that one being was solely responsible for all those deaths and all that destruction. Voldemort.
He had to be stopped, he knew it was his purpose his destiny. Yet he felt uneasy about the whole thing. Voldemort was so powerful after all. Harry knew he didn\'t have that kind of power…Yet. He had written to Dumbledore earlier that evening to relay both his regrets and forgiveness and to give him those thoughts he had. Harry came to a decision then and there in order to protect himself and those around him he needed power and he needed it now. He thought about the line in the prophecy…..power the Dark Lord knows not… What did that mean exactly? Well he thought there was no more reason to think about anymore tonight it was just now midnight. Happy Birthday to me he thought then closed his eyes and slept.
Harry awoke the next morning to his Aunt Petunia pounding on his door. “ Wake up you lazy, good for nothing” she screamed. “ I’m awake,” he groaned as politely as he could. He glanced over at his clock 6:30 it read. He hurriedly showered and got ready for yet another day of misery in the Dursley household. How odd he mused “ In the wizarding world I’m famous as either a hero or a lunatic yet in the normal world I’m a slave worse off than a house elf and considered a criminal by my own flesh and blood” The universe sure had a sense of humor he decided as he went to make his “ family” their breakfast. On a side note he thought that at least Mad-eye’s threats had at least ensured a more filled belly this summer. “ Hurry with my breakfast boy” Vernon complained, “ It’s almost ready” Harry replied. “ You had better be grateful that those freaks “ He hissed the word “ are probably watching the house boy, other wise I’d let you know who’s boss” “ Yes Uncle” Harry said “ I’m very grateful to both of you for Dudley’s cast offs and day old food from my family” Harry replied sarcastically. Vernon glared at Harry menacingly but remembered that they most likely weren’t alone so simply let it go at that.
After Harry finished cooking and cleaning up the morning dishes he returned to his room as his Aunt ordered him to. To his surprise two owls were waiting to be let in.
One large brown screech owl, obviously a school owl and a snowy white barn owl, his beloved Hedwig. “ Perhaps this is Dumbledore’s reply to my letter,” he thought. As he untied the thick envelope from the school sure enough it was a letter from the school.
The second letter that Hedwig carried was from the school as well. “ Strange” he thought.
He gave the school owl a treat and sent it on its way and a treat for Hedwig as he brought her in and stroked her feathers as she lovingly snipped his fingers.
Harry opened the bigger envelop with the official with the Hogwarts official crest emblazoned on the front first.
To: Mr Harold James Potter
Dear Mr Potter,
Enclosed are the results from your O.W.L. exams. As you can see you did very, very well, please fill out the enclosed form with the N.E.W.T classes you wish to take and owl them back to me within 2 days. Also please be advised that your ban from Quidditch has been lifted and your position as team seeker has been restored to you.
Also be advised that as senior team member the position of Captain falls to you. Congratulations I know you will lead our house to another victory. The Hogwarts express will leave Kings-Cross at the usual time and place:
1 September at 11:00 am at platform 9 and ¾.
Once again Congratulations and I will see you on the 1st.
Sincerely,
Professor M. McGongall, Deputy Headmistress
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry looked at the second page that had his test results excitedly.
O.W.L. Results for Mr. Harold James Potter
O = Outstanding 2 owls awarded
EE = Exceeds Expectations 1 owl awarded
AVG = Average 1 owl awarded
D = Dismal no owl awarded
T = Troll No owl awarded and must repeat class
Charms = O
Defense Against The Dark Arts = O+1
Potions = O
History of Magic = AVG
Transfiguration = O
Divination = D
Care of Magical Creatures = O
Total O.W.L.s Awarded = 12 out of 15
Mr. Potter. As you may have noticed you received an extra OWL in DADA. This was because you received the highest recorded score ever in the history of Hogwarts when you cast a corporeal Patronus in your DADA practical.
Once again Congratulations
Professor M. McGonagall.
WOW! Exclaimed Harry, 12 O.W.L’s and Quidditch Captain to boot. Wait till I tell Ron and Herminione about this. Harry then turned to open the next letter from the school.
Dear Harry,
I’m Pleased that you have taken the time to think about everything that has happened to you over the last few years but there is so much more to explain to you, alas far to much I fear to put into a letter that may be intercepted. Please find enclosed a Port Key that will take you directly to my office at the school at precisely 6:00 pm this evening. Please pack all your things and bring them as well as you will not be returning to the Dursley’s again this year or perhaps ever. I have much more to tell you my young friend but it must wait till this evening, so I will see you then.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
(P.S.) Oh, and Harry, Happy Birthday
Harry stood up and looked around his room at 4 Privet Drive, everything he owned was packed in his trunk and he and Hedwig were standing by to leave for good. To steer clear of any kind of an argument with his relations he left them a note, thanking them for their hospitality and care and informing them that he would never be returning to their home.
Harry grasped the small lemon drop that Dumbledore had sent as a Port Key and looked at the clock 5:59 and 50 seconds. He popped the Lemon Drop into his mouth and began a silent countdown. As soon as he reached a ten count he felt the familiar tug behind his navel and he and belongings appeared in the Headmaster’s office with a rush of wind.” Welcome home Harry” said Dumbledore from behind his desk; the ever present twinkle in his eyes was brighter than ever as he grinned over to him.