Chapter 40 : Home a month early
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Harry opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed in his room back at number four Privet Drive. He held a wand clutched loosely in one hand and his leg was draped over his trunk, which was on the end of his bed, like he had been dropped on the bed. Harry looked around frantically, this wasn’t a dream was it? What was he doing here. He ran out of his room and went downstairs.
“Dudley stop that racket!” said Vernon. Harry stopped and slowed down. He went to the kitchen and saw Petunia getting dinner ready.
“What day is it?” Harry asked her. Petunia let out a scream and turned around.
“What are you doing back!” Petunia squealed.
“Petunia!” Vernon said coming into the kitchen, “You!” he snarled. “What are you doing back from school?”
“I don’t know!” Harry said, “I need to get back”
“Put that thing away.” Petunia squealed pointing at the wand in Harry’s hand. He looked down and saw he still held Hermione’s wand. Harry held it up and then looked around the room.
“What am I doing here?” Harry asked. He ran out of the kitchen and up to his room, his things were there with a note on top of his trunk and Hedwig was locked in her cage. Harry picked up the letter and tore it open.
Dear Mr. Potter
I am sorry to inform you of the death of our headmaster Albus Dumbledore, he was a great man who died in order to save the many students in our school. As most will be aware he sent every student home using a portkey and then proceeded in using a very complex charm to return all other students home.
The new head master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will be Lord Voldemort.
He would like to inform all students that the school will commence again on the first of September as usual. As deputy head mistress I advise all students to return to school as there is no reason to stop your education. All previously hired teachers will remain at the school to continue to teach in memory of the wishes of Albus Dumbledore.
As you have now completed your sixth year, you are now leagally able to perform magic outside the school grounds, please do not use this as a sign to be irresponsible
Professor M McGonagall
Deputy Head Mistress
Harry threw the parchment onto the floor.
“Incendio.” Harry said pointing Hermione’s wand at the parchment. He then turned and kicked his trunk off his bed. Dumbledore was dead! How could he die, it was unheard of! Why would he die? As Harry cursed his life Dumbledore’s words floated back into his head
“I will leave you with a few words that you may or may not take to heart. Could you live with the knowledge that you helped to bring about the misery of so many people. Everything that you do will come back to you in three fold, an ancient folk tale that many of you do not believe in. For everything bad that you do you will receive a blow, for every good deed, something good will happen to you. As I have said earlier I am proud of every single one of you, particularly those who have shown great courage to fight, tonight, against one who will be unbeatable to to all but one.”
Harry knew what he had to do, he had to kill Voldemort, he knew why he had to do it, to save the world, his friends, in memory of those who had died. He had lost too many people because of him, other’s had lost many people because of him. Harry rummaged through his trunk and picked up a photo album and flipped through it to a page where he had put a photo of his parents and their friends as well as him and his friends.
Most of the people on this page Harry would give his life to protect, a few had died and Harry wasn’t going to let their deaths be in vain. One person he wanted dead more then anyone could say. Voldemort had taken enough, no more. He was also going to win his sister back, regardless of whether she thought she was a Malfoy or not. Her trying to kill Dumbledore proved that she wasn’t truly evil. As her wand faltered when she tried to kill him. There was still some good in there and Harry was going to bring it out of her. He had to, he wasn’t going to lose another family member to the dark side, dead or alive.
“I’ll kill him for you.” Harry said staring into the eyes of his parents in the photo. They looked up at him happily, holding a mug of Butterbeer, as was everyone else in that photo, all wore gryffindor robes as did everyone in the Photo of Harry and his friends. “And I’ll get her back.”
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