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Adult ++
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5
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5,288
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27
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Harry’s Leviathan
Chapter one: “What the…?”
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these wonderful characters (I do own the OC characters though) but the one who own the HP characters is JK Rowling. The only thing i own apart from the OC characters is the plot line in this fic and I am going to keep them thanks.
Ok this is my first Harry Potter fic and it’s first chapter is very short. (I only needed it to set up a beginning to my fic so I hope you still like it) I will make the next one longer I swear!!! Ok now read on please!<(^.^)>
[_______] means end or begin chapter
[~~~~~~] means same time different place
[======] means time change
[*******] means flash back
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As usual the summer holiday had not been in the least bit fun for a particular young man in his teens.This summer had been as boring as the previous one. No, it had not been a good summer for The-Boy-Who-Lived. It was boring and deathly dull. With nothing to do and nobody to do anything with. He had been trying to get out and do the usual activity of walking to the park for the better part of the day, but his aunt seemed to think along the same lines.
“Even facing Voldemort would be better than this.” said the young wizard out loud to himself. “At least it would certainly break the monotony around here.” It was a thought that would horrify most members of the wizarding community, but in Number Four of Privet Drive this was an idea that had been thought several times during his vacation by Harry James Potter. As you may have already guessed Harry Potter was not an ordinary man of sixteen, because Harry Potter was a wizard and was about to start his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding. It was a rather interesting school and it was home to Harry and he could not stand being away from either the school nor his friends.
Yet it was his friends that he missed most, apart from his godfather Sirius, who had died at the end of the last school term, when Voldemort had finally showed himself to the wizarding world. His godfather was gone and all Harry had left of him were his memories, a knife and the magic mirror. The knife could open any lock and it was one of the small things that Harry now carried with him wherever he went. The knife may now be useless, but it had been given to him by his late godfather so he kept it. It was all that was left of Sirius, well that and a magic mirror that no longer worked. Sirius had given it to Harry last Christmas so that he could keep in touch with his godson. He could not think of anything the whole summer holiday except for the fact that Sirius was dead and it was entirely his fault. He had been the one that had run to the ministry over something that hadn’t even really happened. It was no use telling him that he had let the wizarding world know that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was back and that he posed a clear and present danger, or that Sirius had died the way he had always wanted to.
If it had not been for him, if it had not been for his “saving people thing”, as Hermione had put it, that day, then Sirius would still be alive. Even though Professor Dumbledore had said that it was something that could not be stopped, Harry still felt the guilt at what had happened. No one had ever found out that Sirius was innocent. No one knew. And that is all he could think of. That it was his fault.
Now, at five in the morning, of the day before his sixteenth birthday all he wanted was to sleep in, but that was not what his aunt wanted, and what she wanted she got or his uncle would lock him in the cupboard under the stairs. And as though on cue…
“Get up!” Aunt Petunia hammered on the door. “Get up I say!” She hammered again.
“I’m up. I’m up.” Rubbing the sleep from his eyes Harry got up and began to dress. This would be a long day and that was definitely something that he knew for sure. It was going to be a very, very long day.
Ten minutes and a few yawns later he was down the hall and in the kitchen making breakfast for his aunt, uncle, and cousin. All of which ignored him like a bad dream. When they sat down to eat the usual sight of Dudley taking up a whole side of the table met Harry’s eyes. It was a normal sight at the Dursley’s house, but it was still a bit of a shock that he could take up that much room and still mange to stand afterwards. Considering that it was probably not a smart thing to say something, Harry said nothing about it and went back to eating his meal in silence.
Later after breakfast he did the dishes as he always did {What? Am I a fucking slave? I am still doing every thing they tell me to do and I am getting tired of it!!!} He thought to him self as he finished the job.
“Now go out for a bit!!! I need to get things ready for Aunt Linda! (A/N: First OC, This is a BIG one, not the most important but…. This is a BIG OC)” Said Aunt Petunia. “She’ll be here in the morning and I want every thing to be perfect! SO OUT!!!” She shouted at him as he was not moving fast enough for her liking.
Harry who had never even heard of this aunt went up to his room and got ready for a walk. When he came down ten minutes later he found that his aunt and uncle were having a heated discussion in the living room.
“But Vernon!!! What is she doesn’t!” His aunt Petunia shouted
“What if she say’s” She started but was cut off sharply by Uncle Vernon’s shouting back.
“I’ve put my foot down on this Petunia and that is final!!!” He shouted as though every one did as he told them.
“Fine Vernon, fine. Let’s just forget about it till tomorrow, shall we?”
Harry did not stop to listen to the rest of this. He moved down the hallway thinking that it was just some stupid thing that Uncle Vernon wanted done, but he did not move in time as Uncle Vernon chose that moment to open the door and…
“You!!! What do you think you’re doing?!” He shouted
“Going for a walk like Aunt Petunia told me to do!!” Harry shouted back and with that he headed for the front door. On his way, however, he ran into his not so small cousin Dudley.
“Hello Freak!!!” Dudley shouted as Harry went to the front door. He apparently thought that he could still try to torment Harry as he was not allowed to use magic outside of school; this however, was a big mistake as the laws had changed due to the fact that there were Death Eaters roaming the world armed and dangerous. Harry turned quickly with the patented look on his face that said he was going to kill someone and had the ability to do so.
“Well, hello Fatso, come to see what a man looks like before you die? Well if you have I didn’t think that you wanted to make your life that much shorter… but if I were you I wouldn’t want to live with that face for very long ether, so I can see why you would be bothering me with thing you use instead of a mask. So what did you want anyways?” Harry retorted in anger.
Dudley looked as though he was fighting the urge to piss in his pants, this was just the thing Harry needed to get his mind off of the problems he had to deal with and it was something that also made him want to curl up laughing.
“Y-Y-You wouldn’t!!! Mom and dad would kill you f-if you did!!!” Dudley said as an odd puddle formed under him.
“Well they would if I didn’t get them before I came down.” Harry loved every minute of this and was having too much fun to stop now.
“You… you... You didn’t?!!!” Dudley cried as the puddle got bigger.
Harry burst out laughing as he watched Dudley piss in his pants, it was all too much, but like all good things it had to come to an end…
“Boy I thought I told you to go for a walk?! Now….. Dudley what are you doing?” Aunt Petunia, she had come out of the kitchen to see what all the noise was about.
“Mom!!! He said that you were… that you were… that…. Dead!!!” Dudley finally said to his less then happy mother.
“He said what?!!!!!” She shouted. She looked at her son and then at the puddle she was now standing in and froze.
Harry retreated for his walk around the block not wanting to stay for the little encounter. When he got about a block away he heard something from behind him, it sounded like someone walking towards him. So He stopped and listed for the footsteps again and…
“Ten times boy ten times” said a familiar voice from behind Harry.
Harry sighed, turned to look gratefully at his batty old neighbor, Mrs. Figgs, the first wizarding person he had had contact with all summer. She seemed to know this because she was now looking at him pityingly as though she thought it was the worst thing that could have happened to him, and in most ways, it was.
“Hello Mrs. Figgs. How are you?” Harry had to stop himself from asking what was really on his mind. ‘What is going on in our world?’, which would have been a very stupid thing to ask since someone could overhear them at any time.
“Fine boy, Fine. You know you should be inside with all that has happened! I thought you where a smart man? Don’t you know that someone could come attack you?” She said
in a way that made Harry very suspicious.
“Who would attack me now? In a muggle area? With all the things Professor Dumbledore has around here to protect me? ” He made sure that he had his wand in his pocket, because he had a shrewd suspicion that this was not the nutty neighbor he had grown up with.
\"Ah. Mister Potter you where always a bright one. Well, the Dark Lord has asked this of me and I intend to do as I’m told.\" It was not the voice of an old woman, but that of a man, a man that Harry was not at all surprised to hear. \"So will you fight or will this be an easy victory for me, well it will be either way wont it?\" Lucius Malfoy said as he drew his wand.
\"Stupefy!\" Shouted a voice that Harry was very happy to hear. \"Are you alright laddie?\" came Moody’s gruff voice
\"Did he get you?\" Again in an odd voice that was definitely not the one he knew Mad Eye to have. It was a voice to chill the bones, and it was accomplishing its job.
\"No, you stopped him before he could.\" Harry said not taking his eyes off of Moody.
\"Good then this victory is mine! The Dark Lord shall honor me!\" And with that he raised his wand and said the Killing Curse.
With a shout and a little gasping Harry shot out of bed before he realized it had only been a dream. It had not actually happened and he was safe at his aunt and uncle’s house. Funny, the one place he had hated, the one place that tormented him for the largest part of his life, now felt like one of the safest places in the world. It had finally lost most of its painful memories. Though it was still not his home he could at least feel safe. He sat up and noticed that there where now a few letters and packages waiting for him to open.
Harry had been waiting for these packages for the past few days now. They were the only good side of this holiday so far this year and he was not going to waste this time. He sat to look at the packages for a few moments so that he could think of which one to open first. Finally he got up and started for the packages.
As he stepped forward to open them, knowing that they where his birthday presents and cards, he saw that he still had gotten five gifts, he should have only gotten four this year now that ‘it’ had finally happened, but he still had five.
One from Ron, one from Hermione, one from Professor Lupin, one from the school’s Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Hagrid, and a mystery gift. The gifts that his friends had sent him where the usual book, rock cake, chocolate frogs, and an odd looking thing that Lupin had sent that was probably for some defense against the dark arts thing that Harry would soon be learning as he knew the person that was going to be Harry’s teacher this year again, but the mystery gift had been different.
\"What the…?!!\" He said as he opened his last gift or should we say gifts. They were not the normal gift. They were definitely not to be considered a normal gift. It was way way too personal to be one of his friends. Well, he could not put it past Fred or George to do something like this.
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Ok wait till the next chapter! You want believe what they are. This is going to be a tight fit but I think I can make the next chapter done in the next week. *Is playing with a string* I am vary busy at the moment. *is picking out a good thong to wear tonight* Ok Buh-Bye!!!
<(^.^)>
P.S. Please Review me!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these wonderful characters (I do own the OC characters though) but the one who own the HP characters is JK Rowling. The only thing i own apart from the OC characters is the plot line in this fic and I am going to keep them thanks.
Ok this is my first Harry Potter fic and it’s first chapter is very short. (I only needed it to set up a beginning to my fic so I hope you still like it) I will make the next one longer I swear!!! Ok now read on please!<(^.^)>
[_______] means end or begin chapter
[~~~~~~] means same time different place
[======] means time change
[*******] means flash back
________________________________________________________________________
As usual the summer holiday had not been in the least bit fun for a particular young man in his teens.This summer had been as boring as the previous one. No, it had not been a good summer for The-Boy-Who-Lived. It was boring and deathly dull. With nothing to do and nobody to do anything with. He had been trying to get out and do the usual activity of walking to the park for the better part of the day, but his aunt seemed to think along the same lines.
“Even facing Voldemort would be better than this.” said the young wizard out loud to himself. “At least it would certainly break the monotony around here.” It was a thought that would horrify most members of the wizarding community, but in Number Four of Privet Drive this was an idea that had been thought several times during his vacation by Harry James Potter. As you may have already guessed Harry Potter was not an ordinary man of sixteen, because Harry Potter was a wizard and was about to start his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding. It was a rather interesting school and it was home to Harry and he could not stand being away from either the school nor his friends.
Yet it was his friends that he missed most, apart from his godfather Sirius, who had died at the end of the last school term, when Voldemort had finally showed himself to the wizarding world. His godfather was gone and all Harry had left of him were his memories, a knife and the magic mirror. The knife could open any lock and it was one of the small things that Harry now carried with him wherever he went. The knife may now be useless, but it had been given to him by his late godfather so he kept it. It was all that was left of Sirius, well that and a magic mirror that no longer worked. Sirius had given it to Harry last Christmas so that he could keep in touch with his godson. He could not think of anything the whole summer holiday except for the fact that Sirius was dead and it was entirely his fault. He had been the one that had run to the ministry over something that hadn’t even really happened. It was no use telling him that he had let the wizarding world know that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was back and that he posed a clear and present danger, or that Sirius had died the way he had always wanted to.
If it had not been for him, if it had not been for his “saving people thing”, as Hermione had put it, that day, then Sirius would still be alive. Even though Professor Dumbledore had said that it was something that could not be stopped, Harry still felt the guilt at what had happened. No one had ever found out that Sirius was innocent. No one knew. And that is all he could think of. That it was his fault.
Now, at five in the morning, of the day before his sixteenth birthday all he wanted was to sleep in, but that was not what his aunt wanted, and what she wanted she got or his uncle would lock him in the cupboard under the stairs. And as though on cue…
“Get up!” Aunt Petunia hammered on the door. “Get up I say!” She hammered again.
“I’m up. I’m up.” Rubbing the sleep from his eyes Harry got up and began to dress. This would be a long day and that was definitely something that he knew for sure. It was going to be a very, very long day.
Ten minutes and a few yawns later he was down the hall and in the kitchen making breakfast for his aunt, uncle, and cousin. All of which ignored him like a bad dream. When they sat down to eat the usual sight of Dudley taking up a whole side of the table met Harry’s eyes. It was a normal sight at the Dursley’s house, but it was still a bit of a shock that he could take up that much room and still mange to stand afterwards. Considering that it was probably not a smart thing to say something, Harry said nothing about it and went back to eating his meal in silence.
Later after breakfast he did the dishes as he always did {What? Am I a fucking slave? I am still doing every thing they tell me to do and I am getting tired of it!!!} He thought to him self as he finished the job.
“Now go out for a bit!!! I need to get things ready for Aunt Linda! (A/N: First OC, This is a BIG one, not the most important but…. This is a BIG OC)” Said Aunt Petunia. “She’ll be here in the morning and I want every thing to be perfect! SO OUT!!!” She shouted at him as he was not moving fast enough for her liking.
Harry who had never even heard of this aunt went up to his room and got ready for a walk. When he came down ten minutes later he found that his aunt and uncle were having a heated discussion in the living room.
“But Vernon!!! What is she doesn’t!” His aunt Petunia shouted
“What if she say’s” She started but was cut off sharply by Uncle Vernon’s shouting back.
“I’ve put my foot down on this Petunia and that is final!!!” He shouted as though every one did as he told them.
“Fine Vernon, fine. Let’s just forget about it till tomorrow, shall we?”
Harry did not stop to listen to the rest of this. He moved down the hallway thinking that it was just some stupid thing that Uncle Vernon wanted done, but he did not move in time as Uncle Vernon chose that moment to open the door and…
“You!!! What do you think you’re doing?!” He shouted
“Going for a walk like Aunt Petunia told me to do!!” Harry shouted back and with that he headed for the front door. On his way, however, he ran into his not so small cousin Dudley.
“Hello Freak!!!” Dudley shouted as Harry went to the front door. He apparently thought that he could still try to torment Harry as he was not allowed to use magic outside of school; this however, was a big mistake as the laws had changed due to the fact that there were Death Eaters roaming the world armed and dangerous. Harry turned quickly with the patented look on his face that said he was going to kill someone and had the ability to do so.
“Well, hello Fatso, come to see what a man looks like before you die? Well if you have I didn’t think that you wanted to make your life that much shorter… but if I were you I wouldn’t want to live with that face for very long ether, so I can see why you would be bothering me with thing you use instead of a mask. So what did you want anyways?” Harry retorted in anger.
Dudley looked as though he was fighting the urge to piss in his pants, this was just the thing Harry needed to get his mind off of the problems he had to deal with and it was something that also made him want to curl up laughing.
“Y-Y-You wouldn’t!!! Mom and dad would kill you f-if you did!!!” Dudley said as an odd puddle formed under him.
“Well they would if I didn’t get them before I came down.” Harry loved every minute of this and was having too much fun to stop now.
“You… you... You didn’t?!!!” Dudley cried as the puddle got bigger.
Harry burst out laughing as he watched Dudley piss in his pants, it was all too much, but like all good things it had to come to an end…
“Boy I thought I told you to go for a walk?! Now….. Dudley what are you doing?” Aunt Petunia, she had come out of the kitchen to see what all the noise was about.
“Mom!!! He said that you were… that you were… that…. Dead!!!” Dudley finally said to his less then happy mother.
“He said what?!!!!!” She shouted. She looked at her son and then at the puddle she was now standing in and froze.
Harry retreated for his walk around the block not wanting to stay for the little encounter. When he got about a block away he heard something from behind him, it sounded like someone walking towards him. So He stopped and listed for the footsteps again and…
“Ten times boy ten times” said a familiar voice from behind Harry.
Harry sighed, turned to look gratefully at his batty old neighbor, Mrs. Figgs, the first wizarding person he had had contact with all summer. She seemed to know this because she was now looking at him pityingly as though she thought it was the worst thing that could have happened to him, and in most ways, it was.
“Hello Mrs. Figgs. How are you?” Harry had to stop himself from asking what was really on his mind. ‘What is going on in our world?’, which would have been a very stupid thing to ask since someone could overhear them at any time.
“Fine boy, Fine. You know you should be inside with all that has happened! I thought you where a smart man? Don’t you know that someone could come attack you?” She said
in a way that made Harry very suspicious.
“Who would attack me now? In a muggle area? With all the things Professor Dumbledore has around here to protect me? ” He made sure that he had his wand in his pocket, because he had a shrewd suspicion that this was not the nutty neighbor he had grown up with.
\"Ah. Mister Potter you where always a bright one. Well, the Dark Lord has asked this of me and I intend to do as I’m told.\" It was not the voice of an old woman, but that of a man, a man that Harry was not at all surprised to hear. \"So will you fight or will this be an easy victory for me, well it will be either way wont it?\" Lucius Malfoy said as he drew his wand.
\"Stupefy!\" Shouted a voice that Harry was very happy to hear. \"Are you alright laddie?\" came Moody’s gruff voice
\"Did he get you?\" Again in an odd voice that was definitely not the one he knew Mad Eye to have. It was a voice to chill the bones, and it was accomplishing its job.
\"No, you stopped him before he could.\" Harry said not taking his eyes off of Moody.
\"Good then this victory is mine! The Dark Lord shall honor me!\" And with that he raised his wand and said the Killing Curse.
With a shout and a little gasping Harry shot out of bed before he realized it had only been a dream. It had not actually happened and he was safe at his aunt and uncle’s house. Funny, the one place he had hated, the one place that tormented him for the largest part of his life, now felt like one of the safest places in the world. It had finally lost most of its painful memories. Though it was still not his home he could at least feel safe. He sat up and noticed that there where now a few letters and packages waiting for him to open.
Harry had been waiting for these packages for the past few days now. They were the only good side of this holiday so far this year and he was not going to waste this time. He sat to look at the packages for a few moments so that he could think of which one to open first. Finally he got up and started for the packages.
As he stepped forward to open them, knowing that they where his birthday presents and cards, he saw that he still had gotten five gifts, he should have only gotten four this year now that ‘it’ had finally happened, but he still had five.
One from Ron, one from Hermione, one from Professor Lupin, one from the school’s Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Hagrid, and a mystery gift. The gifts that his friends had sent him where the usual book, rock cake, chocolate frogs, and an odd looking thing that Lupin had sent that was probably for some defense against the dark arts thing that Harry would soon be learning as he knew the person that was going to be Harry’s teacher this year again, but the mystery gift had been different.
\"What the…?!!\" He said as he opened his last gift or should we say gifts. They were not the normal gift. They were definitely not to be considered a normal gift. It was way way too personal to be one of his friends. Well, he could not put it past Fred or George to do something like this.
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Ok wait till the next chapter! You want believe what they are. This is going to be a tight fit but I think I can make the next chapter done in the next week. *Is playing with a string* I am vary busy at the moment. *is picking out a good thong to wear tonight* Ok Buh-Bye!!!
<(^.^)>
P.S. Please Review me!!!