Chapter 1 : Harry Potter and the Wizards Debt
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The sky was growing dark over Little Whinging, Surrey, as the Dursleys pulled into number four Privet Drive. The houses all sat in a row, each looking like the other. Only the occupants being different to give the neighborhood it’s individual taste from conformity. The Dursleys loved conformity, they didn’t like to be singled out, to be different, and they didn’t like having one person in their family who was different.
Harry Potter was different; he was a wizard. A famous wizard, though he had never asked for it, known for the night that had destroyed Voldemort. Voldemort had killed his parents while they had been trying to protect Harry. Harry escaped that night with a scar shaped in the form of a bolt of lighting on his forehead. Getting out of the car when it stopped, Harry took Hedwig’s cage with him. She had been a present from one of his teachers at Hogwarts school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. The only place that he could really call home.
Harry’s uncle, Vernon Dursley, a very big man who happened to have a purple face at the moment, scowled as he pulled the trunk from the car. “Hurry boy! Get that blasted bird inside before someone notices.”
“Yes, Uncle Vernon.”
Petunia Dursley, Vernon’s wife and Harry’s aunt, had eyes like a hawk as she watched the windows of the neighbors’ houses, not wanting anyone to see the bird that was in the cage. Five years ago she’d had a time with the neighbors about discussing away the amount of owls they had surrounding their house when the boy had got his letters to attended school. She didn’t relish the idea of another discussion with the neighbors of why her nephew now had one of his own, since none of the neighbors had questioned her since then.
Uncle Vernon stowed the trunk in the cupboard under the stairs and locked the door up tight. Harry watched as his world once again plunged into a place of utter despair until he could once again find the freedom that he had at Hogwarts. At least he was accepted there.
“Get to your room, boy,” came the sharp judgmental rebuke from his Uncle. “There will be none of that stuff, you do, this summer. No sir…you can count on that.”
Harry could tell this summer wasn’t going to be a pleasant one. With shoulders slumped he trudged up the stairs to the smallest bedroom in number four Privet Drive. Harry put Hedwig’s cage down on the small desk in his room and opened the door. The snowy owl gave a hoot of thanks while Harry stroked the only thing in the house that loved him.
The door to the closet swung open, and Dobby and Winky the house-elves stood there. Winky looked terrible, her clothes Dobby had given to her were in a shamble. Dobby was grinning from ear to ear looking up at Harry.
“What are you doing here?” Harry couldn’t believe his eyes. Not did he only have one elf in his room, he had two.
“Dobby and Winky have come to be Harry Potter’s house-elves,” Dobby said in a high pitched squeak.
Watching the house-elf come out of the closet, Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t have a house; he only had this tiny bedroom. What was he talking about? Surely, Dobby didn’t think he was his master, he couldn’t be. Dobby and Winky were free, they worked at Hogwarts. “But you work for Dumbledore, not me.”
“We not work for Dumbledore now.” Winky looked up at Harry with sad longing eyes. “Oh no, we work for Harry Potter.”
“But I don’t have a house. I only have this room.” Harry looked around the small room stuffed mainly with junk; most of Dudley’s old broken things, that he didn’t want were still in the room. Aside from fixing those things, he really didn’t see why he needed a house-elf, much less two. “Dobby, Winky, you would be better off staying at Hogwarts.”
Dobby’s ears dropped and Winky started pouting.
“It’s…it’s…not that I wouldn’t like you to stay, it’s just that I don’t have a house.” Harry tried to explain.
“But Harry Potter does,” said Dobby, while Winky started sobbing very loudly.
“Winky, don’t. You’ll get me in trouble. Dobby, how can I have a house? I never bought one.”
Harry heard a pounding of footsteps on the stairs, coming closer and closer. “Cut that racket out.” Uncle Vernon’s voice bellowed.
“Dobby. You have to leave. Winky, stop it,” Harry pleaded with both of them.
“Dobby not go. Not until Harry Potter, says Harry Potter is our Master.” Dobby put his hands on his hips while sticking out his chest; he meant business.
The door to the bedroom swung open, and uncle Vernon stood there, pointing with his finger on his way to continue his tirade until he saw Dobby and Winky. He blinked, only spittle coming from his mouth before he gathered his senses about him. “Get those…those…whatever those ruddy things are, out of my house. I’ll won’t have it.”
“Vernon, what are you shouting about now? What has he done this time?” aunt Petunia called from downstairs.
Uncle Vernon stuck his head back out of the door. “He’s got two…well…I don’t bloody know what they are, but they aren’t staying.”
Harry looked at Winky and Dobby, then back to his uncle who had now been joined by aunt Petunia. “Dobby, you need to leave. Harry Potter commands you to leave.”
Winky and Dobby both snapped their fingers and vanished. Harry could practically see the smoke rising out of uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia heads.
“You are not to leave this room for a week, is that understood? And no bloody letters either,” uncle Vernon spat at him.
Uncle Vernon closed and locked the door behind him and Aunt Petunia, and Harry flopped down on the bed. Well, he thought, if he didn’t answer any letters, he was sure that he would be rescued. Uncle Vernon could keep him in the room but when his friends come, he’d like to see him try then. Guess Moody didn’t scare him enough.
* * * *
The smoke billowing up from the smoldering fire gagged her for a second, but didn’t hinder her instincts. She spun around pulling out her wand at the same time, but paused when she saw who it was. “Moony…” she said in disbelief.
“Put the wand down, Frost.”
She hesitated; being on her own for so long and not coming into contact with others of her own kind, the wizard kind, had put her on edge. Lowering the wand only halfway she asked, “How did you find me?”
“Rumours. Besides, Dumbledore always knows where everyone is. At least those who mean anything to him.” He grinned at her, “I see you haven’t gotten rid of that silver hair yet.” Looking at the wand he shook his head, “Don’t you trust me?”
“I don’t trust anyone. How’s Dumbledore?” She lowered the wand but her senses were still on alert.
“Dumbledore is fine.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter and extended it to her. “He gave me this to give to you.”
Frost looked at the envelope, and shook her head. “I don’t want it,” she turned around and started breaking camp.
“I can’t leave until you take it, and the full moon is coming. You don’t want me around you during a full moon.”
She snickered. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“We’re not back in school, and you’re not outside the shrieking shack this time. They’re won’t be any walls to protect you.”
She turned and narrowed her eyes at him, “Like I can’t handle a werewolf. You should know better than that, Moony. It may have been a long time ago, but you haven’t seen me in a long time.”
“No, I haven’t. You’ve changed.”
She felt his stare linger over her whole body. She winked at him when his eyes met hers. “Don’t even think about it. I’m not that naive little girl anymore.”
“You never were naive.”
She tossed her pack over her shoulder and started heading down the mountain. Remus Lupin stayed right with her. No matter what happened he was told to bring her back with him. He thought about kidnapping, but how fun would that be?
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