Ok folks, this is my first Fan Fic, so I hope you all like it. It's a bit long too, so I won't be offended or anything if you get bored with it and stop reading ;) Enjoy!
Harry Potter and the Corpus Transferre
Fan fic by Memarti
*Disclaimer* All Characters, yada yada yada, Property of J.K. Rowling, yada yada, Warner Brothers, yada yada and so on and so on. And yes, I know Voldemort's name is spelled wrong, but that's because Harry's not affraid to say his name so it has to show up.
Chapter 1: Back to the Burrow
The summer after the Tri Wizard Tournament was more difficult than the summers before. The knowledge that Voldamort had regained power terrified Harry Potter. Every time he thought about the Crucio curse, he cringed in memory of the pain he felt. Harry lay awake in his bed, looking at Hedwig's empty cage. He thought about the ceremony that took Harry's blood, bringing Voldamort back and reminding him that his protection he had gotten from his mother's sacrifice to save his life was no longer there for him. Dumbledore had said he was safe, however, and he trusted Dumbledore. He knew the old wizard would not send him into danger knowingly. Dumbledore almost seemed happy when he had learned that Voldamort had taken Harry's blood for the ceremony. Harry looked at the small scar on the inside of his arm again. Just then, he jumped as he heard a flutter of wings. Hedwig was back, carrying a dead mouse to her cage. She tipped her head at Harry and hooted.
"You better be quiet Hedwig. You'll wake Uncle Vernon." Harry heard a loud snort and a snore from the bedroom next to his. They would be waking soon anyway. Harry didn't want to rush it.
Ever since Harry had gotten home from school, he had been more subdued than he usually was around the Dursleys. Dudley seemed to pick up on this almost immediately and rose above his fear of the magic Harry occasionally threatened to use on him. Dudley knew, after all, that Harry wasn't allowed to use magic away from Hogwarts during the holidays. Every day now, Dudley would find ways of getting Harry into trouble with his aunt and uncle. One day in particular Harry was forced to clean the whole house, from top to bottom, even the attic, because while they were eating breakfast Dudley reached over for Harry's toast and purposefully knocked over Harry's glass of juice and it spilled on Aunt Petunia's newly mopped floor (that Harry mopped before breakfast). Dudley pretended to cry because juice spilled on the piece of toast he stole from Harry's plate."
"Oh my ickle Duddy-kins! What have you done, you awful, awful boy?" she spat at Harry.
"He spilled his juice on my toast Mother! I'm st-st-still huuuuuungry" Dudley whined over his mother's shoulder while smiling evilly at Harry. Anyone who had seen Dudley would know that whatever he might be, he was never hungry. In his 15 years, Dudley had managed to grow nearly as tall as his father and as wide as a dump truck. Aunt Petunia had tried last summer to put him on a diet given to them by Smeltings, Dudley's private school. Dudley whined about it so much, however that the Dursleys decided that it wasn't worth it, and started having Dudley's school uniform specially made by a local tailor.
On this particular morning Harry was none too eager to get up and face the Dursleys since just the night before Dudley had been flying his new radio operated helicopter and flew it right through the glass in his bedroom window. He told the Dursleys that Harry had somehow used his magic to do it. Uncle Vernon was so mad; his face turned bright red then started fading to purple. He threatened Harry with no meals for the rest of the summer and said he would think of more punishments in the morning. They knew very well that Harry could not use magic away from Hogwarts but that didn't matter. Uncle Vernon's favorite thing in the world was to make Harry completely miserable.
Harry Potter and the Corpus Transferre
Fan fic by Memarti
*Disclaimer* All Characters, yada yada yada, Property of J.K. Rowling, yada yada, Warner Brothers, yada yada and so on and so on. And yes, I know Voldemort's name is spelled wrong, but that's because Harry's not affraid to say his name so it has to show up.
Chapter 1: Back to the Burrow
The summer after the Tri Wizard Tournament was more difficult than the summers before. The knowledge that Voldamort had regained power terrified Harry Potter. Every time he thought about the Crucio curse, he cringed in memory of the pain he felt. Harry lay awake in his bed, looking at Hedwig's empty cage. He thought about the ceremony that took Harry's blood, bringing Voldamort back and reminding him that his protection he had gotten from his mother's sacrifice to save his life was no longer there for him. Dumbledore had said he was safe, however, and he trusted Dumbledore. He knew the old wizard would not send him into danger knowingly. Dumbledore almost seemed happy when he had learned that Voldamort had taken Harry's blood for the ceremony. Harry looked at the small scar on the inside of his arm again. Just then, he jumped as he heard a flutter of wings. Hedwig was back, carrying a dead mouse to her cage. She tipped her head at Harry and hooted.
"You better be quiet Hedwig. You'll wake Uncle Vernon." Harry heard a loud snort and a snore from the bedroom next to his. They would be waking soon anyway. Harry didn't want to rush it.
Ever since Harry had gotten home from school, he had been more subdued than he usually was around the Dursleys. Dudley seemed to pick up on this almost immediately and rose above his fear of the magic Harry occasionally threatened to use on him. Dudley knew, after all, that Harry wasn't allowed to use magic away from Hogwarts during the holidays. Every day now, Dudley would find ways of getting Harry into trouble with his aunt and uncle. One day in particular Harry was forced to clean the whole house, from top to bottom, even the attic, because while they were eating breakfast Dudley reached over for Harry's toast and purposefully knocked over Harry's glass of juice and it spilled on Aunt Petunia's newly mopped floor (that Harry mopped before breakfast). Dudley pretended to cry because juice spilled on the piece of toast he stole from Harry's plate."
"Oh my ickle Duddy-kins! What have you done, you awful, awful boy?" she spat at Harry.
"He spilled his juice on my toast Mother! I'm st-st-still huuuuuungry" Dudley whined over his mother's shoulder while smiling evilly at Harry. Anyone who had seen Dudley would know that whatever he might be, he was never hungry. In his 15 years, Dudley had managed to grow nearly as tall as his father and as wide as a dump truck. Aunt Petunia had tried last summer to put him on a diet given to them by Smeltings, Dudley's private school. Dudley whined about it so much, however that the Dursleys decided that it wasn't worth it, and started having Dudley's school uniform specially made by a local tailor.
On this particular morning Harry was none too eager to get up and face the Dursleys since just the night before Dudley had been flying his new radio operated helicopter and flew it right through the glass in his bedroom window. He told the Dursleys that Harry had somehow used his magic to do it. Uncle Vernon was so mad; his face turned bright red then started fading to purple. He threatened Harry with no meals for the rest of the summer and said he would think of more punishments in the morning. They knew very well that Harry could not use magic away from Hogwarts but that didn't matter. Uncle Vernon's favorite thing in the world was to make Harry completely miserable.