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“Vernon! Harry won’t come out of the cupboard and the idiot boy locked the door from the inside!” screamed Petunia Dursley, destroying the quiet of the early June Saturday, “Would you come down here and wrench him out?”
“I’m coming Petunia, but stop that indecent screaming, you’ll wake Dudley.” Vernon boomed from upstairs. As he walked into the hall, he witnessed his wife primly recomposing herself. Chuckling he walked over to the cupboard door and pulled with all his strength. Petunia seeing that all would be taken care of, walked into the kitchen. It took some doing, but Vernon finally busted what he was sure was more than the cheap sliding lock on the inside of the door. As he looked into the small “room,” at his nephew, he gasped, “Petunia! Call the hospital.”
“Whatever for?” the bony woman asked annoyed.
“Just do it for heaven sakes woman,” he yelled. He reached into the cupboard and picked up his nephew pulling him out and into the hall. What Petunia saw destroyed any arguments she had previously had. Harry was covered in blood. The source was obviously his arm but his neck was swollen and purple as well. He appeared to have been attacked and bitten by a very large animal. Just as she picked up the phone to call, a loud “POP” resounded throughout the house. Turning around quickly Petunia saw a tall man in a floor length white robe causing, her to drop the phone. “It must be one of them.” She thought.
“My name is Kenneth. We received a report of an under aged wizard’s magic waning. Where is the child?” He said very quickly. Petunia pointed into the hall, white lipped and shaking. He ran past her saying all the while, “There were reports of vampire and werewolf attacks in this area last night. If your child was attacked by either we need to get him to St. Mungo’s quickly.” At that moment he saw the little boy lying on the floor, blood spilling out around him. Examining him quickly Kenneth suddenly yelped, “Bloody hell! This is Harry Potter. This looks worse that I thought. I’ll bet my wand it was a purposeful attack. He was obviously bitten by both a werewolf and a vampire though I don’t know in what order. What in hell is he doing lying on the floor?” He looked up and saw the blood in the cupboard. Glaring at Vernon and then Petunia, he picked Harry up and apperated away with another “POP.”
As the medi-wizard appeared into the foyer of the magical hospital, medi-witches and wizards swarmed around him. It wasn’t very often that an under aged wizards life force dwindled so low and they had all felt it for some reason. They wanted to save this child with everything in them. A witch immediately conjured a stretcher and Kenneth laid him down on it very carefully.
“This is Harry Potter! Everyone get out of the way!” There were gasps as the crowd parted making way for him to get through. As he rushed through, moving the stretcher in front of him, he saw Harry’s eyes open slightly. “Don’t worry. We’re going to fix you right up.” He said.
“Where am I?” Harry asked in fear, “It hurts! Make it stop. Please.” He started to cry, but didn’t move. He lay there looking around. “Where am I?” He thought to himself. “Why are these people glowing?” In his eyes the man pushing his bed was glowing a soft green colour, as were most of the people in the halls. Suddenly, it became too much for him, and everything went black again.
When Kenneth saw Harry pass out again, he sped up fearing for the boy’s life. Pushing the stretcher into a room, he grabbed the nearest intern and said, “Go to Hogwarts and get Dumbledore. He’ll want to know about this. While you’re their grab Madame Pomfrey. She’s more experienced than anyone in this hospital.” Without any arguments the young woman had apperated away. Kenneth knew Aileen was one of the most promising students and that the errand would get done quickly if entrusted to her. Turning away from where she had just been he looked again at Harry Potter. There was no doubt in his mind that the entire attack had been directed at the small boy. It was well known that the boy was only nine or ten years old and it would have been easier for the monsters to kill him. That was why he had sent for Dumbledore. He would understand this mess. Kenneth quickly set to figuring out what he would be able to do. First he checked to see which wounds came first. After a few moments he saw that the werewolf had obviously attacked sooner than the vampire, but that was all he had time to do before Madame Pomfrey came bustling in, closely followed by Dumbledore.
“Oh my!” gasped Madame Pomfrey, “Oh dear, I’ve never seen anything this bad. Kenneth what have you found out?”
“He was attacked at about 12:57 this morning by both werewolves and vampires. A werewolf bit him first and was obviously going to kill him by the look of the bites, but something stopped him. About three minutes later a vampire set in on him. It too was going to kill him but was also stopped by something. That is the part I can’t figure out. I’m also unsure how to tend to these wounds.” He said all of this in one very long breath and turned to Dumbledore. “Can you think of anything?”
“I am sure I know what stopped them but I haven’t the slightest clue how to heal these injuries. I am quite sure however that Madame Pomfrey ca-” Dumbledore was now staring at Harry causing the other two to turn around quickly. Harry’s body was slowly healing itself. The wounds were closing up, not even leaving a scar. “Ahhh, the vampire is taking over.” Stated Dumbledore grimly, “We cannot be sure what his symptoms will be, but the vampire is obviously very strong. It will take another month to find out if he is a werewolf as well, though I heartily believe he is. I don’t know how the two magi’s will react to one another, but I have a feeling we are going to have a very powerful young man on our hands.” As soon as he finished talking Harry’s eyes opened.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” Harry said simply and with obvious pleasure. “Oh, your all purple!” This was directed at Dumbledore who seemed to understand exactly what Harry meant.
“Yes Harry. My name is Albus Dumbledore. This is Madame Pomfrey and this is Master Healer Kenneth Pomfrey, her nephew. May I ask you what their colours are?” He said treating the young boy like an adult. Harry seemed to notice this and shook his head in the affirmative. No one treated him kindly.
“Both of them are green, but she’s darker.” When he said this, Madame Pomfrey noticed that he wasn’t looking at her but around her.
“What is he talking about Albus?” She questioned gently. She had a vague idea but wanted Dumbledore’s conformation.
“I believe Harry is referring to our auras. A few select vampires have the ability to see them. It helps them in their search for prey. They generally like the blood of a person with a certain colour aura, though I am not getting a predatory feeling from him. We must not be his colour, or he may be, as I hope, a creature drinker.” Albus said all of this with complete calm and then looked again at Harry who seemed slightly confused. “Would you like to come with me to my school? You would be able to play what you liked, and we could take care of you. I don’t believe that under the present circumstances you should go back to living with your aunt and uncle.”
“You mean I don’t have to see them again?” Harry asked hopefully all confusion gone.
“That is exactly what I mean. But first, Harry do you remember what happened to you last night?” Dumbledore asked making sure to keep his voice light.
“Well, I went to sleep in my cupboard. Then I woke up and I was here, and I was hurt really badly. Then I woke up again, and I didn’t hurt any more. That’s all. Why was I hurting?” Harry said all of this with bright eyes and no hint of horror at the events of the night before.
“Someone meant to harm you, Harry. But now we will have no more talk of it. Since you are better we will let it fall from our minds. Are you ready to leave?”
“Umm. Yes. But can they come too?” Harry asked in reference to the two healers. “They make me feel, safe.”
“Madame Pomfrey will be coming with us but Master Pomfrey has to stay here. Maybe he will come and visit you sometime at the school.”
“What kind of school is it?” Harry asked as he jumped off of the stretcher and onto the floor. While walking out the door he grabbed Dumbledore’s hand like it was completely natural. Dumbledore smiled down at Harry and began to explain.
“This is a school of magic, Harry. And I believe you will find you fit in very well. Now you will not actually be going to school. Just living there. Now I wonder Harry does the word sunlight scare you?”
“Oh no sir, why would it? The sun is awfully bright and it hurts my eyes sometimes but I like it.” Harry said smiling at a woman walking by, “She was all blue. What are aururs?”
“Auras, Harry, are the colours of a persons soul. You can see them because you are a vampire.”
“Have I been a vampire very long, Sir?” In a way Harry liked the idea of being a vampire though he couldn’t remember when he had become one.
“Call me Professor Dumbledore, Harry, and we will let the rest of the explaining wait until we get to the school. But first we must stop by Diagon Alley and get you a few things. Madame Pomfrey you may return to Hogwarts if you wish, or I suppose you can stay to talk to your nephew. You two see each other far too little.” Dumbledore said with a slight smile. Madame Pomfrey nodded and walked away with Kenneth. “Now hold on to my hand very tightly Harry. We are going to apperate.” Harry looked at him, a question already forming on his lips. “Not now Harry, just hold on.” Harry nodded and grasped Dumbledore’s hand with two of his own, and with a loud “POP” they disappeared.
“This isn’t very fun. Why is it all dark?” Harry thought to himself. “I’ll have to ask Professor Dumbledore.” Just as he thought this they reappeared in a large, dingy room with lots of tables and people.
“Hello, Albus. Will you be having anything today?” Asked the barman.
“No, Tom. I’ll just be passing through with my new pupil.” Dumbledore stated simply, “Harry needs to buy a few items.”
“Blimey. That’s Ha--” Tom looked around wildly at his sudden loss of voice, and then glanced at Dumbledore who gave him a sharp look and shake of the head. With a slight wave of Dumbledore’s wand, Tom began to speak again, “I mean, umm, hello Harry.”
“Hello Sir.” Stated Harry, looking from the stick in Professor Dumbledore’s hand, to Tom and back again with slight confusion. “Umm, Professor what is that? Can I have one too?”
“This is a wand, and yes, you will be getting one in a few moments.” Dumbledore began to direct Harry out of the back of the pub, “Though I must warn you it is strictly prohibited for me to buy you a wand at your age, but we will be able to get by. You will be starting to Hogwarts next year anyway, I believe.” With that said Dumbledore touched a certain brick and a large archway began to form in front of them. Then they stepped into the sunlit alley. At first the bright light made Harry’s head hurt, but soon it passed and he was able to glance up at Professor Dumbledore, who he noticed had been studying him. “I suspected as much.” Dumbledore said almost to himself. If Harry hadn’t suddenly been so interested in the going ons around him, he would have asked what he meant, but the flurry of colours and sounds stopped him in his tracks. “Come along Harry. Usually I would get money from your vault, but I didn’t think to bring your key along with me, and my influence doesn’t stretch to the Gringott’s Goblins. So I will be paying for everything today.” Dumbledore gently directed Harry towards a shop whose sign said “Ollivander’s”
“What kind of store is this?” Harry asked starring at the sign and into the windows. As they walked in he felt strange warmth coming from the shelves and back room.
“This is the best wand shop in London. We will be getting your wand first. Ah, Ollivander. I presume you know who this is.” Dumbledore said to the man who had just walked out of the back of the shop.
“Oh yes. This is quite obviously Mr. Harry Potter. Now Albus isn’t it a little bit early to be buying him a wand?” Ollivander questioned.
“Oh, almost by a year, but I presume this can be kept between the two of us. He will be staying at Hogwarts so there is no fear of you being found out.” Dumbledore said lightly, “Now if we may begin the ever illusive search for a wand. We do have many other things to buy.”
“Yes, I believe we shall. Though I have a hunch. Let me try a certain wand first Albus. This is quite an old wand. I made it over fifty years ago. But it has never been out of its box. Try it now Harry. Eleven inches. Made of holly. Phoenix feather core.” Ollivander handed Harry the wand, and Harry, almost as if it was natural, waved it around. Silver and dark blue sparks began to shoot from the end, and the warmth Harry had felt upon entering the shop began to spread throughout his entire body. “Ah, yes. I had suspected as much. I am sure Dumbledore that you know who has or had the brother wand. The very man who placed that strange shape upon the boy’s forehead.”
“But I got this scar in a car crash. The same one that killed my parents.” Harry said though he didn’t completely believe it himself. Dumbledore was the first to speak up.
“Harry, I will explain the situation to you later. But now we have more shopping to do. How much Ollivander?” Dumbledore said quietly, glancing cautiously at Harry.
“Only seven Galleons, Dumbledore. It’s always the same. I appreciate the business, Dumbledore.” With that Dumbledore paid him and Ollivander vanished once again into the back room.
“Now Harry, we will continue with the rest of the things you will need. I have decided to go ahead and buy you all the things you would need for a first year at Hogwarts even if you will not be going until next year. I am going to give you a year of education in some more specialized fields. First let us get you come robes. You need to be out of those dirty old things. Ah yes here we are. Madam Malkin’s.” In this store Harry saw all manner of robes; formal, casual, waterproof, and spill-resistant (not a drop of potion soaks in.) As he looked around, a woman bustled over to him and began to speak.
“What kind of robes are you wanting dear? Plain black? O.K. then. Just step up here and we’ll measure you.” With that a measuring tape began to measure of it’s own accord.
“Madam. Is there anyway you can have one set finished before we leave. As you can see, he badly needs out of those dirty old things.” Dumbledore said.
“Ah yes we can have one set done as soon as the measuring tape is finished.” Just as she said this, the measuring tape finished it’s work and dropped to the floor. Moments later a finished robe came flying out of the back room and into Harry’s hands. “Now dear if you want to go change, there are rooms right over in the back corner.” Harry suddenly had a great urge to go try on the robes and almost ran to the changing rooms. When he finished he looked the part of a wizard, at least to himself. Dumbledore smiled at him, paid Madame Malkin and directed Harry out of the store.
“We will just be getting little things now Harry. We need to stop by the Apothecary, Flourish and Blotts…” After these many stops, Harry was laden with packages and other strange things. Dumbledore had even bought him a baby snowy owl to use for mail when it got older. “Well Harry. I suppose we should be off to the school now. You need to meet the staff before it gets too late and we need to find a place in the castle for you to stay. Now we are going to apperate again. I got the impression that you didn’t enjoy it very much last time.” Harry shook his head vigorously in the affirmative, “Well we shall do it one more time, and from now on you will be able to floo. Hold on tightly.” With yet another “POP” they were gone and off onto the adventure of Harry’s life.
A/N: Hello all you people out there. This is the first chapter to my novel length fic “The Story Retold.” Basically I am rewriting the entire Harry Potter series because I want to…and I have no life. Every twenty chapters will cover about a year of the series, but mine will have eight “books” because I’m starting a year early. This is classified as a romance because when he gets old enough it will be. For right now I guess it is just an adventure-ish thing. Please review. I would really like them, although I guess it doesn’t really matter as I will keep writing it whether you like it or not (no offence meant). Oh yes and I will explain the aura vampy/werewolf thing later when he learns more. ;)
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