Post by melodypottersnape on Jul 14, 2012 0:43:24 GMT -5
The second time writing this story. I had been working on it off and on for ten hours. Just as I finished it my cat jumped on the keyboard and arrested it. At least the second time was faster.
Harry has done extensive research on his parents murder. He got a case file from both the Unspeakables and Aurors. He also got Dumbledore to allow him to relive it for answers.
This Story will have a lot of quotation from COS.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
"Perfect… Dudley?"
"How about —'We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you.'"
This was too much for both Aunt Petunia and Harry. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son, while Harry walked to the door
"And you, boy?" Vernon blustered.
Harry turned around glaring. Sometimes Uncle Vernon fell back into old ways and forgot Harry wouldn't cower from him any longer. Harry had bought just the thing. Pulling out a Blue Prototype spell stone covered in yellow glowing runes. Harry pointed the circular rune towards Vernon and said" Sting".
A yellow jet of light shot straight at Vernon's gut causing him to double over.
Dudley and Petunia didn't even flinch as they helped him up. Harry's automatic stinging hex had been used quite frequently the year before, when Vernon wouldn't stop trying to attack him. Gunshot sounds had gotten very hard to explain.
"Uncle, I'm going out. I need to see a couple of friends about some communication problems. I'm caring my things with me in my pocket. I most likely won't return this summer." With that Harry left the house only to meet the Masons as they were parking. Helping Mrs. Mason out of the car and introducing himself. Harry started down the sidewalk giving some advice to the elderly couple."I suggest you don't eat the cake. Aunt Petunia mixed up the flour with the salt. Be ready for some heave gushing."
Walking two blocks Harry summoned the Knight bus. His destination Hermione's house than the Burrow.
Up in a room a House elf waited for The Great Harry Potter. Leaving only when his master called. He hadn't been able to give his warning.
"Out of the way, there," he snarled at Ron, moving back to get a better shot. "This is for the Daily Prophet —"
"Big deal," said Ron, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on it.
Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Ron — and then he saw Harry. He stared. Then he lea pt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Harry Potter?" The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's arm, and pulled him to the front.
"Get your hands off me." Harry snarled jerking his arm away. Everyone looked baffled.
Lockhart smoothed his face into a fatherly look."Harry, Harry, Harry. I understand that you want to be in the front page alone, but don't you understand how conceited your being. You-"
"The only conceited person in this store is you. What gave you the impression I even wanted to be in the front page nor wanted you to manhandle me." Harry's cold voice making Lockhart flinch. Many witches glare at Harry, while the rest laughed.
"Y-your famous" Lockhart let out confused. Immediately everyone knew he had said the wrong thing. The temperature dropped and everyone felt a tightening in their chests. Ice appeared on every glass surface of the store. Unnatural winds blew shaking everything and slamming the doors shut.
When Harry spoke everyone but Lockhart became unable to move. "Because I'm famous. That is what you came up. Because I'm famous I have no right to privacy! Because I'm Famous you have a right to grab at me! Because I'm famous I simply must want to be splashed across the Prophet. Did I ever ask for this fame or want it? No!
If I wanted my fame I would have given dozens of interviews and be in a Photo-shoot every other day. Everyone seems to forget just what my fame means. I'm famous for a lunatic murdering my family. My father held him off just for the hope that my mother and me could escape. My mother had to listen as Voldemort disarmed, tortured, and killed my father. She had come to the understand that she couldn't get out and she would die at twenty one. She came to the realization that she would die casting old magic just for the hope that her son would live. My Mother defeated Voldemort not me. I am simply the orphan found in the wreckage whose parents death is thrust in his face twenty-four seven!"
Harry stalked toward Lockhart's direction. Lockhart tried to back away only to stumble over his own books and land on his own backside. Harry merely picked up one of Lockhart's butt wipers (I meant books coughNotcough) and held it to the side of his face. "Now people try to use my fame just to sell a couple of more books."With a flick of his wrist the book went sailing into Lockhart's face with a satisfying crunch.
Quickly gathering all his school books from the shelves Harry walked toward the abruptly unfrozen clerk. "You definitely have your mother's temper. Now,"the clerk nodded his head to the door amused,"why don't you leave before everyone unfreezes."
Doing as told Harry waited for the Weasleys came out. Harry held his tongue about asking why Arthur had a busted lip. Molly's expression promised ringing ears to the next person to speak. He would ask Ron later.
"I think we'd better go and wait by the car," said Harry. "We're attracting too much atten-"
"Harry!" said Ron, his eyes gleaming. "The car!"
"What about it?"
"We can fly the car to Hogwarts!"
Harry gave doubtful look"Ron, we will be expelled. Your dad could lose his job. How would it look if his son broke his own law and it was found that he had illegally enchanted this car?"
Ron looked horrified."Oh Merlin! Mum would kill me. "
Harry nodded and explained his idea."We could wait in the car. I'm sure your parents would know a way to get us there."
In the car Ron and Harry waited when a little creature with large, bat-like ears and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls appeared between them.
"A house elf!" Ron gasped.
"Harry Potter!" said the creature in a high-pitched voice "So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, sir - Such an honor it is -"
"Th-thank you," said Harry, edging to the car door. He finally asked, "Who are you?"
"Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf," said the creature.
"Not that I'm not pleased to meet you," said Harry quickly, "but, er, is there any particular reason you're here?"
"Oh, yes, sir," said Dobby earnestly. "Dobby has come to tell you, sir - it is difficult, sir - Dobby wonders where to begin -"
"How about the beginning?"Ron asked rolling his eyes.
"Dobby heard tell," he said hoarsely, "that Harry Potter met the Dark Lord for a second time just weeks ago - that Harry Potter escaped yet again."
Harry nodded and Dobby's eyes suddenly shone with tears.
"Ah, sir," he gasped, dabbing his face with a corner of the grubby pillowcase he was wearing. "Harry Potter is valiant and bold! He has braved so many dangers already! But Dobby has come to protect Harry Potter, to warn him, even if he does have to shut his ears in the oven door later
"Why would you do that?"Harry gasped horrified. Ron huffed in irritation.
"Dobby had to punish himself, sir," said the elf."Dobby is disobeying his family."
"Your family?"
"The wizard family Dobby serves, sir - Dobby is a house-elf - bound to serve one house and one family forever -"
"Do they know you're here?" asked Ron curiously.
Dobby shuddered.
"Oh, no, sir, no - Dobby will have to punish himself most grievously for coming to see you, sir. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew, sir -"
"But won't they notice if you shut your ears in the oven door?"
"Dobby doubts it, sir. Dobby is always having to punish himself for something, sir. They lets Dobby get on with it, sir. Sometimes they reminds me to do extra punishments -"
"But why don't you leave? Escape?"
"A house-elf must be set free, sir. And the family will never set Dobby free Dobby will serve the family until he dies, sir -"
"But won't they notice if you shut your ears in the oven door?"
"Dobby doubts it, sir. Dobby is always having to punish himself for something, sir. They lets Dobby get on with it, sir. Sometimes they reminds me to do extra punishments -"
Can't anyone help you? Can't I?" Almost at once, Harry wished he hadn't spoken. Dobby dissolved again into wails of gratitude.
"Harry Potter asks if he can help Dobby - Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew -"
Ron cleared his throat."Can you tell us why your here?"
Harry sent Ron a grateful look which he returned with a wink.
" If Harry Potter goes back to Hogwarts, he will be in mortal danger. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year," whispered Dobby, suddenly trembling all over. "Dobby has known it for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril. He is too important, sir!"
"What terrible things?" said Harry at once. "Who's plotting them?"
Dobby made a funny choking noise and then banged his head frantically against the dashboard.
"All right!" cried Harry, grabbing the elf's arm to stop him. "You can't tell me. I understand. But why are you warning me?"
"It's not You-Know-Who is it?" Ron asked.
"You could just shake or nod," Ron added hastily as Dobby's head tilted worryingly close to the dashboard again.
Slowly, Dobby shook his head.
"Not - not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, sir -"
Ron paled before asking"He hasn't got a brother, has he?"
Dobby shook his head, his eyes wider than ever.
"Well then, I can't think who else would have a chance of making horrible things happen at Hogwarts," said Harry. "I mean, there's Dumbledore, for one thing - you know who Dumbledore is, don't you?"
Dobby bowed his head as Ron snorted.
"Albus Dumbledore is the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever had. Dobby knows it, sir. Dobby has heard Dumbledore's powers rival those of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at the height of his strength. But, sir" - Dobby's voice dropped to an urgent whisper - "there are powers Dumbledore doesn't - powers no decent wizard -"
And before Harry could stop him, Dobby started beating his head against the windshield.
"Ah, sir, this is a danger you must not face! Say you won't go back, sir! Harry Potter must give Dobby his word that he will not return to Hogwarts. "
"No," said Harry and Ron stubbornly.
"Then Harry Potter leaves Dobby no choice, Dobby will have to get Harry Potter and his friend expelled" said the elf sadly.
Harry could feel the seat vibrating beneath him, hear the engine, feel his hands on his knees and his glasses on his nose, but for all he could see, he had become a pair of eyeballs, floating about the ground in a dingy street full of parked cars. And the ground and the dirty buildings on either side fell away, dropping out of sight as the car rose; in seconds, the whole of London lay, smoky and glittering, below them.
Ron pressed a tine silver button on the dashboard.The car around them vanished- and so did they.
Then there was a popping noise and the car, Harry, and Ron reappeared. "Uh-oh," said Ron, jabbing at the Invisibility Booster. "Dobby must have stopped it"
Suddenly the car was soaring at backbreaking speed with noone driving it.
Both Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore stood against the fireplace as the Gryffindor Head of House stepped forward.
"Sit," she said, and they both backed into chairs by the fire.
"Explain," she said, her glasses glinting ominously.
Ron launched into the story, starting with the barrier at the station refusing to let them through and Dobby's warning.
Snape snorted" That is the most ludicrous fabrication I have ever had the misfortune to hear. I think these two liars should be expelled for not only breaking the law, but having the audicity to lie afterwords. They-"
"That is quite enough Severus. No long ago I made the mistake of punished a student I thought a liar to. From this I've learned to test if a story is true no matter how far fetched. Which is why I've asked the Headmaster to perform Legimency on them to verify their story."
Both boys when the Headmaster infiltrated their minds."They're telling the truth" Dumbledore spoke with a distracted smile.
McGonagall sighed as she addressed the two second years in front of her. "Others won't believe this story and will use it as an excuse to arrive here in similar manners as you two did tonight. So I was wondering if you would attend false detentions with me to keep this from happening. You will spend these detentions watching Quidditch recordings." Both boys nodded grinning.
Harry smiled at McGonagall. She smiled back knowing she had just been forgiven.
Harry has done extensive research on his parents murder. He got a case file from both the Unspeakables and Aurors. He also got Dumbledore to allow him to relive it for answers.
This Story will have a lot of quotation from COS.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
"Perfect… Dudley?"
"How about —'We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you.'"
This was too much for both Aunt Petunia and Harry. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son, while Harry walked to the door
"And you, boy?" Vernon blustered.
Harry turned around glaring. Sometimes Uncle Vernon fell back into old ways and forgot Harry wouldn't cower from him any longer. Harry had bought just the thing. Pulling out a Blue Prototype spell stone covered in yellow glowing runes. Harry pointed the circular rune towards Vernon and said" Sting".
A yellow jet of light shot straight at Vernon's gut causing him to double over.
Dudley and Petunia didn't even flinch as they helped him up. Harry's automatic stinging hex had been used quite frequently the year before, when Vernon wouldn't stop trying to attack him. Gunshot sounds had gotten very hard to explain.
"Uncle, I'm going out. I need to see a couple of friends about some communication problems. I'm caring my things with me in my pocket. I most likely won't return this summer." With that Harry left the house only to meet the Masons as they were parking. Helping Mrs. Mason out of the car and introducing himself. Harry started down the sidewalk giving some advice to the elderly couple."I suggest you don't eat the cake. Aunt Petunia mixed up the flour with the salt. Be ready for some heave gushing."
Walking two blocks Harry summoned the Knight bus. His destination Hermione's house than the Burrow.
Up in a room a House elf waited for The Great Harry Potter. Leaving only when his master called. He hadn't been able to give his warning.
"Out of the way, there," he snarled at Ron, moving back to get a better shot. "This is for the Daily Prophet —"
"Big deal," said Ron, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on it.
Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Ron — and then he saw Harry. He stared. Then he lea pt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Harry Potter?" The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's arm, and pulled him to the front.
"Get your hands off me." Harry snarled jerking his arm away. Everyone looked baffled.
Lockhart smoothed his face into a fatherly look."Harry, Harry, Harry. I understand that you want to be in the front page alone, but don't you understand how conceited your being. You-"
"The only conceited person in this store is you. What gave you the impression I even wanted to be in the front page nor wanted you to manhandle me." Harry's cold voice making Lockhart flinch. Many witches glare at Harry, while the rest laughed.
"Y-your famous" Lockhart let out confused. Immediately everyone knew he had said the wrong thing. The temperature dropped and everyone felt a tightening in their chests. Ice appeared on every glass surface of the store. Unnatural winds blew shaking everything and slamming the doors shut.
When Harry spoke everyone but Lockhart became unable to move. "Because I'm famous. That is what you came up. Because I'm famous I have no right to privacy! Because I'm Famous you have a right to grab at me! Because I'm famous I simply must want to be splashed across the Prophet. Did I ever ask for this fame or want it? No!
If I wanted my fame I would have given dozens of interviews and be in a Photo-shoot every other day. Everyone seems to forget just what my fame means. I'm famous for a lunatic murdering my family. My father held him off just for the hope that my mother and me could escape. My mother had to listen as Voldemort disarmed, tortured, and killed my father. She had come to the understand that she couldn't get out and she would die at twenty one. She came to the realization that she would die casting old magic just for the hope that her son would live. My Mother defeated Voldemort not me. I am simply the orphan found in the wreckage whose parents death is thrust in his face twenty-four seven!"
Harry stalked toward Lockhart's direction. Lockhart tried to back away only to stumble over his own books and land on his own backside. Harry merely picked up one of Lockhart's butt wipers (I meant books coughNotcough) and held it to the side of his face. "Now people try to use my fame just to sell a couple of more books."With a flick of his wrist the book went sailing into Lockhart's face with a satisfying crunch.
Quickly gathering all his school books from the shelves Harry walked toward the abruptly unfrozen clerk. "You definitely have your mother's temper. Now,"the clerk nodded his head to the door amused,"why don't you leave before everyone unfreezes."
Doing as told Harry waited for the Weasleys came out. Harry held his tongue about asking why Arthur had a busted lip. Molly's expression promised ringing ears to the next person to speak. He would ask Ron later.
"I think we'd better go and wait by the car," said Harry. "We're attracting too much atten-"
"Harry!" said Ron, his eyes gleaming. "The car!"
"What about it?"
"We can fly the car to Hogwarts!"
Harry gave doubtful look"Ron, we will be expelled. Your dad could lose his job. How would it look if his son broke his own law and it was found that he had illegally enchanted this car?"
Ron looked horrified."Oh Merlin! Mum would kill me. "
Harry nodded and explained his idea."We could wait in the car. I'm sure your parents would know a way to get us there."
In the car Ron and Harry waited when a little creature with large, bat-like ears and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls appeared between them.
"A house elf!" Ron gasped.
"Harry Potter!" said the creature in a high-pitched voice "So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, sir - Such an honor it is -"
"Th-thank you," said Harry, edging to the car door. He finally asked, "Who are you?"
"Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf," said the creature.
"Not that I'm not pleased to meet you," said Harry quickly, "but, er, is there any particular reason you're here?"
"Oh, yes, sir," said Dobby earnestly. "Dobby has come to tell you, sir - it is difficult, sir - Dobby wonders where to begin -"
"How about the beginning?"Ron asked rolling his eyes.
"Dobby heard tell," he said hoarsely, "that Harry Potter met the Dark Lord for a second time just weeks ago - that Harry Potter escaped yet again."
Harry nodded and Dobby's eyes suddenly shone with tears.
"Ah, sir," he gasped, dabbing his face with a corner of the grubby pillowcase he was wearing. "Harry Potter is valiant and bold! He has braved so many dangers already! But Dobby has come to protect Harry Potter, to warn him, even if he does have to shut his ears in the oven door later
"Why would you do that?"Harry gasped horrified. Ron huffed in irritation.
"Dobby had to punish himself, sir," said the elf."Dobby is disobeying his family."
"Your family?"
"The wizard family Dobby serves, sir - Dobby is a house-elf - bound to serve one house and one family forever -"
"Do they know you're here?" asked Ron curiously.
Dobby shuddered.
"Oh, no, sir, no - Dobby will have to punish himself most grievously for coming to see you, sir. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew, sir -"
"But won't they notice if you shut your ears in the oven door?"
"Dobby doubts it, sir. Dobby is always having to punish himself for something, sir. They lets Dobby get on with it, sir. Sometimes they reminds me to do extra punishments -"
"But why don't you leave? Escape?"
"A house-elf must be set free, sir. And the family will never set Dobby free Dobby will serve the family until he dies, sir -"
"But won't they notice if you shut your ears in the oven door?"
"Dobby doubts it, sir. Dobby is always having to punish himself for something, sir. They lets Dobby get on with it, sir. Sometimes they reminds me to do extra punishments -"
Can't anyone help you? Can't I?" Almost at once, Harry wished he hadn't spoken. Dobby dissolved again into wails of gratitude.
"Harry Potter asks if he can help Dobby - Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew -"
Ron cleared his throat."Can you tell us why your here?"
Harry sent Ron a grateful look which he returned with a wink.
" If Harry Potter goes back to Hogwarts, he will be in mortal danger. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year," whispered Dobby, suddenly trembling all over. "Dobby has known it for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril. He is too important, sir!"
"What terrible things?" said Harry at once. "Who's plotting them?"
Dobby made a funny choking noise and then banged his head frantically against the dashboard.
"All right!" cried Harry, grabbing the elf's arm to stop him. "You can't tell me. I understand. But why are you warning me?"
"It's not You-Know-Who is it?" Ron asked.
"You could just shake or nod," Ron added hastily as Dobby's head tilted worryingly close to the dashboard again.
Slowly, Dobby shook his head.
"Not - not He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, sir -"
Ron paled before asking"He hasn't got a brother, has he?"
Dobby shook his head, his eyes wider than ever.
"Well then, I can't think who else would have a chance of making horrible things happen at Hogwarts," said Harry. "I mean, there's Dumbledore, for one thing - you know who Dumbledore is, don't you?"
Dobby bowed his head as Ron snorted.
"Albus Dumbledore is the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever had. Dobby knows it, sir. Dobby has heard Dumbledore's powers rival those of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at the height of his strength. But, sir" - Dobby's voice dropped to an urgent whisper - "there are powers Dumbledore doesn't - powers no decent wizard -"
And before Harry could stop him, Dobby started beating his head against the windshield.
"Ah, sir, this is a danger you must not face! Say you won't go back, sir! Harry Potter must give Dobby his word that he will not return to Hogwarts. "
"No," said Harry and Ron stubbornly.
"Then Harry Potter leaves Dobby no choice, Dobby will have to get Harry Potter and his friend expelled" said the elf sadly.
Harry could feel the seat vibrating beneath him, hear the engine, feel his hands on his knees and his glasses on his nose, but for all he could see, he had become a pair of eyeballs, floating about the ground in a dingy street full of parked cars. And the ground and the dirty buildings on either side fell away, dropping out of sight as the car rose; in seconds, the whole of London lay, smoky and glittering, below them.
Ron pressed a tine silver button on the dashboard.The car around them vanished- and so did they.
Then there was a popping noise and the car, Harry, and Ron reappeared. "Uh-oh," said Ron, jabbing at the Invisibility Booster. "Dobby must have stopped it"
Suddenly the car was soaring at backbreaking speed with noone driving it.
Both Snape and Headmaster Dumbledore stood against the fireplace as the Gryffindor Head of House stepped forward.
"Sit," she said, and they both backed into chairs by the fire.
"Explain," she said, her glasses glinting ominously.
Ron launched into the story, starting with the barrier at the station refusing to let them through and Dobby's warning.
Snape snorted" That is the most ludicrous fabrication I have ever had the misfortune to hear. I think these two liars should be expelled for not only breaking the law, but having the audicity to lie afterwords. They-"
"That is quite enough Severus. No long ago I made the mistake of punished a student I thought a liar to. From this I've learned to test if a story is true no matter how far fetched. Which is why I've asked the Headmaster to perform Legimency on them to verify their story."
Both boys when the Headmaster infiltrated their minds."They're telling the truth" Dumbledore spoke with a distracted smile.
McGonagall sighed as she addressed the two second years in front of her. "Others won't believe this story and will use it as an excuse to arrive here in similar manners as you two did tonight. So I was wondering if you would attend false detentions with me to keep this from happening. You will spend these detentions watching Quidditch recordings." Both boys nodded grinning.
Harry smiled at McGonagall. She smiled back knowing she had just been forgiven.
