Summer Hardships and Surprises
Disclaimer – All characters are the property of JK Rowling. I am just borrowing them for fan fiction.
Chapter 1 – Summer Hardships and Surprises
Harry Potter was not a normal boy. Even in the wizarding world, Harry was an exceptional person. Having inherited his mother's emerald green eyes, and his father's unruly black hair, Harry stood out already. When you saw Harry in person, the one thing that made him really stand out and made him famous was the lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Harry inherited other things from his parents. He had inherited his mother's compassion and her intellect and interests in such things as charms and potions. He had inherited his natural ability for flying as well as the ease of transfiguration and Defense against the Dark Arts from his father James.
Our story starts as the end of the school semester ended and Harry was stepping off the train to face another hard summer with his relatives by blood. Petunia was Lily's sister. Petunia's husband's name was Vernon. They hated Harry with a passion and never treated him as anything but a freak. Their son Dudley was known for "Harry hunting" and never missed an opportunity to hurt Harry in some way. Harry had no doubts that this summer would be just like the rest. After completing his horrifying fifth year with the horrible toad Umbridge, Harry just wanted to be left alone with his thoughts and his hurt. Sirius was dead and he did not know how he was going to contain his anger at his relatives all summer knowing that he had no one else to turn to.
As Harry stepped through the barrier of platform 9 ¾ he saw a group of people that made his heart light. Alastor Moody and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were waiting there as well as Hermione's parents. After greeting Moody, he turned and received a huge hug from Molly, who always treated Harry like a son. Mr. and Mrs. Granger smiled at Harry and wished him well for the summer. Apparently Hermione had told them what happened. As Harry glanced around, he saw the Dursleys waiting impatiently, glaring at him and the others. With a huge sigh, he grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage and walked over to them. Vernon mouthed and insult at Harry and forced him from the platform to the car.
When Harry and the Dursleys reached No. 4 Privet Drive, Harry brought his trunk and Hedwig to his bedroom and sat down on his bed. No sooner had he done this than Uncle Vernon walked in and barked at him to report to the kitchen at once. As soon as Harry sat at the dining room table his Aunt Petunia sat across from him and his Uncle Vernon paced back and forth behind her.
"Now let us get one thing straight boy," said Vernon. "No funny business this year. If I see one trace of your freakishness I will beat you unconscious. Do I make myself clear boy?"
"Yes Uncle Vernon," said Harry.
"Well get up," Aunt Petunia snapped. "It is time for you to start dinner. If you burn anything this time, you will not eat for three days. Do I make myself clear to you boy?"
"Yes Aunt Petunia," replied Harry.
He got up to start the dinner and all things happened at once. He went to put the frying pan on the stove and missed causing the pan to hit the floor with an ear shattering crash. His aunt and uncle jumped, swore and then grabbed Harry all in one breath. As he dragged Harry up the stairs, Uncle Vernon hit Harry very hard on the side of his head. When Harry cried out, Uncle Vernon slapped him in the mouth. When they reached the landing he threw Harry into the room and made to lock the door.
"You were warned boy," said Uncle Vernon.
As he started to walk away, Harry fell from the force of the shove as well as the pain in his head. Upon landing on the floor a distinct snap could be heard by everyone. When Harry cried out in pain, Uncle Vernon turned an ugly puce color.
"You clumsy boy," he screamed. "Now look at what you have done."
As he stared at Harry crying and holding his left wrist, he scowled.
"You can just use your arm that way," said Vernon. "I am not spending my good money to have you fixed."
He and Petunia closed and locked the door and walked down the stairs. Harry sat there and cried as the pain in his arm intensified with every little bounce he made. As he opened his school trunk, Harry found some of his old school robes. Using his feet and his good hand, he tore them and made them into a sling so that he could wrap and bound his arm to prevent further damage. Hedwig hooted angrily at this treatment of her master, whom she loved dearly.
Harry spent three days in his room in agony. Every time he rolled over in his sleep he jounced his arm. The only good thing Harry could say was that he didn't sleep that often as images of Sirius falling though the veil kept popping into his mind making him wake in a cold sweat. Harry cried often, as he missed his godfather. He had now lost another person that loved him dearly. Would this war with Voldemort take away everyone he loved?
On the fourth morning, Harry was awakened by his dreams of Sirius again. He got up and opened the window for some fresh air.
"Fresh air," he thought. "Something I can have even here, but Sirius was not allowed when he lived at Number 12 Grimmauld Place."
Crying silently, Harry got dressed as best as he could with one arm broken and a heavy heart. As he finished getting dressed he heard the lock open on the door. It opened to reveal an angry Uncle Vernon.
"Well," his uncle hissed. "Get moving boy. I haven't got all day. Your Aunt has a list of things she wants you to do today and you bloody well better have them done by the time I get home or you will be in serious trouble."
Harry nodded resigned and walked to the edge of the stairs. As he passed his uncle, he bumped his arm on the corner of the wall and hissed in pain. His uncle snarled at him and punched him in the back.
"YOU WILL SHUT YOUR MOUTH BOY," he roared.
Harry being in pain and weak from lack of food fell. As he fell, he tumbled down the stairs and blacked out. Dudley walked in the front door just in time to see Harry's body tumble down the stairs and his eyes got wide as Harry's body stopped at an odd angle at the bottom of the stairs.
"You killed him," he screeched.
Petunia came running out form the kitchen and saw the scene before her. She rushed over to Vernon.
"You have to go for a ride," she said quietly. "Take Dudders with you."
Uncle Vernon came to with a start. He grabbed his son and walked out the front door. With resignation, Petunia walked up the stairs and into Harry's bedroom. She sat at his desk and wrote a letter. She tied the letter to Hedwig's leg.
"Hurry to Professor Dumbledore," she said.
Hedwig hooted in reply and flew out of the window.
Albus Dumbledore was the greatest wizard alive in this era. Or at least he thought he was. After the end of the year and the harrowing experience at the Department of Mysteries, he sighed with contentment knowing that Harry would be safe at his relatives' house for the summer. He worked for a few days getting things returned to normal after Delores Umbridge left the school. Being Head Master was great. He loves his school and the students in it.
He had a close bond with the Boy-Who-Lived. He loved Harry like no other student to ever grace the halls of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. By the second day of the summer holidays, he was working hard with the Ministry of Magic, as a new Minister was to be sworn in. How he hated these meetings. A necessary thing that was needed as Cornelius Fudge was ousted by the entire wizarding community. Being the Head Warlock of the Wizengamot, his presence was necessary. He was asked by the community once more to take the post of Minister of Magic. He refused, knowing that Hogwarts needed him. Instead he supported and recommended a person that no one would have thought of to be the new Minister of Magic. He supported this person because he could trust this man. He also supported this person because he knew that the man had Harry's best interest at heart. So on the third day, Arthur Weasley, formerly of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division, was sworn in as Minister of Magic. He helped get Arthur set up in his new office and helped get his support staff set up, Dumbledore also helped set up a meeting with the British Prime Minister. When this was done he bade Arthur good evening and flooed back to Hogwarts.
Sitting down at his desk he noticed that a glow had started around Hogwarts. Not fully understanding it, he thought on the matter for awhile as he called Dobby to bring him a cup of tea. After eating dinner and still pondering the strange glow of the castle, Dumbledore decided to put it off until the morning, not knowing that tomorrow would be a disaster in of itself. He retired for the night. As he dreamed, he heard the castle whispering about the Heir finally coming into his own. Upon waking the next morning he thought about the dream and what its meaning was. As he sat there he had a very good idea of what it meant. It was time for a change at Hogwarts and something big was going to happen this year. As he sat eating breakfast, a snowy white female owl flew into his window, knocking over his glass of pumpkin juice. Albus recognized the owl at once. It was obvious to him, that the bird was furious and she was extremely agitated. After attempting to calm her down and getting two fingers cut open, Albus sighed to himself and was forced to freeze the bird with a stunner until he could get the letter off her leg. Once he had the letter he unfroze her and sat down to read the letter. Once he had done so he paled, dropped the letter, and was up and out the door all in one breath. He sent a patronus to Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Filius Flitwick, and Pomona Sprout, as well as Madam Pomfrey. As the teachers assembled in the entrance to the Great Hall, Albus Dumbledore started to cry.
"What is it Albus," asked a very concerned Minerva.
"Bad news I am afraid," he replied. "I need you all to come with me straight away."
He reached into his robe and pulled out a length of rope.
"Portus," he mumbled.
The rope glowed blue. As the teachers and school nurse touched the rope they were all portkeyed to their destination. Albus hoped that they would not be too late.