Harry Potter and the Final Battle
The inhabitants of number four Privet drive stared out of their frost covered windows. Among them was seventeen year old Harry Potter. Harry walked away from the window as he saw a tall lanky red headed man walk down the street A few days before Mr. Weasley had sent an owl to harry saying that he would pick Harry up on the morning of his seventeenth birthday. Harry lugged his trunk filled, not with schoolbooks but with some spell books he might need, his muggle clothes and his robes, in his pocket he carried his two most helpful aids in rule breaking, his fathers old invisibility cloak and the marauders map. And under his arm he carried his most prized possession, his Firebolt. And in that hand he held Hedwigs cage
As Harry neared the bottom of the stairs he found himself face to face with Mr Weasley. “Hello Harry” Mr Weasley said. “ Hello Mr Weasley’ Harry replied. “Your aunt and uncle are in the lounge room” “Thanks” Harry replied.
“What do you want boy?” Uncle Vernon growled as Harry walked into the room. “ Well, today is my seventeenth birthday” Harry said. As usual the Dursleys showed no sign of happiness for him. “And from now on I no longer have to come back to you on school holidays.” Harry continued. “ It..it is” Aunt Petunia stuttered. “ Yes” Harry replied. “I guess ill be going now” he muttered as he left the room. “Im ready now” he said to Mr Weasley as he came back into the hallway. Mr Weasley turned on his heel and walked out the door.
“I think we’ll apparate” Mr Weasley said, taking Harry’s trunk from him. “Its fastest” “Okay” Harry replied nervously. Seeing as Harry had only learned to apparate last year at Hogwarts he had a good reason to be nervous. “Okay Harry on three” “One..Two..three” Harry twisted to his right and felt the now all too familiar sensation of being squeezed through a mouse sized tube. Harry gasped for breath as he saw the burrow materialize before his eyes. Mr Weasley pulled Harry towards the door. Mr Weasley reached out for the brass knocker and rapped it three times against the wooden door. Inside there came the sound of chairs being scraped against the floor. Suddenly there came a voice at the door. “Who..who is it?” a nervous sounding Mrs Weasley said through the crack in the side of the old wooden door. Its Me and Harry.” Mr Weasley whispered. “ Oh Harry” Mrs Weasley cried as she flung open the door. “Now Molly” Mr Weasley said repremandingly. “What would’ve happened if we were actually death eaters dressed up as Harry and I.” But Mrs Weasley didn’t seem to hear him so he sighed resignedly and started locking the door. “Oh Harry weve been dreadfully worried ever since you went back to them muggles.” “ Are you hungry Harry, The muggles dont feed you enough do they?” Harry was saved answering the question when they walked into the dining room. The table was stretched to at least double its size. There were about people sitting at the table. “Harry’ Ron and Hermionie cried as they saw Harry. Hermionie came up and gave him a hug. “Harry, how have you been” Hermionie asked worriedly after finally letting him go. “ Ive been okay” Harry replied. “ How you going mate” Ron asked coming up behind Hermionie. “Im okay” harry repeated. “Come on Harry we save you a seat. Harry noticed that Hermionies parents were sitting at the end of the table not looking nervous at all, in fact they were chatting animatedly with fleur delacleurs parents, next to fleurs parents were Bill and fleur, then Charlie then Lupin and Tonks and…Harry’s heart sank sitting there was Ginny.
Ron and Hermionie led him to the three chairs at the end of the table. As Harry passed Ginny, she didn’t look up, and just kept staring at her plate. “So Harry” Hermionie said as he sat down. “ How have your holidays been so far?” she asked. “ Well they’ve been, well okay, I guess.” Harry replied without enthusiasm. “So” Harry said changing the subject. “ How is Fred and George’s shop going?” “ Oh its going pretty well, I mean look at them, they’ve never had that much money in their lives, they’ve got all new stuff and clothes and broomsticks, but they still give some to mum and dad. I mean mum and dad dont want it but Fred and George just go put it in the bank.” Ron said. “ And how, hows Bill” Harry asked tentatively. “ Oh “ Ron said, his face falling. “ Hes..hes getting better” Ron said. But Lupin said hell still have wolfish characters but he wont actually turn into a werewolf once a month. And he has to take some potion every night. I guess it could be worse. He could be like Lupin” Ron said gesturing over to where Lupin and Tonks were sitting. “Allright everyone, dig in” Mrs Weasley called. Harry suddenly noticed that the table in front of him was laden with food. “Finally” Ron moaned. They all dug in until nobody could move for eating so much of the deliciously tasty food. “ Oh Molly, I think you’ve out done yourself” Tonks said. “ Are you sure you dont need help with the washing up, Id be glad to help” Tonks said standing up and as she did knocking over the vase behind her. “Oh no thanks Tonks ill be fine” Mrs Weasley said waving her wand as the vase came upright again.
“Cmon Harry lets go up to my room, we need to talk with you” Ron said standing up. Rons bedroom looked exactly the same as it did the first time he had seen it. Ron flopped onto his bed as Hermionie moved Rons comics of the chair in the window. “How are you really Harry” Hermionie asked him as he found a clear patch of floor to sit on. “ Yes Harry we know that you…well” Ron said shrugging. “No Im fine” Harry argued although inside his head he was remembering the night that Snape had turned against Dumbledore and had performed the most evilest of curses, the Avada Cadavra. Dumbledore had been killed instantly in a flash of blinding green light. Snape and Malfoy had fled that night. “Come on Harry we know your not all right, no one has been all right since that night.” Hermionie pleaded. “Can we just not talk about it okay” Harry shouted before he could stop himself. “Okay Hermionie whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. “ So..” Ron said, trying to change the subject. “ Have you thought about who RMB could be?” “ Yes ive gone through all my books and the only people who have those initials wouldn’t be out trying to bring Voldermort down.” Harry said. “Yes I know ive gone through mine as well, and haven’t found a thing that any of those people are connected to Voldermort in any way.” Hermionie said, frustrated. “ Have you told Lupin about it yet?” Ron asked. “ I bet if any one knew someone with those initials, Lupin would know them” Ron said. “Well not yet” Harry replied.
That afternoon Harry, Ron and Hermionie were too busy helping with the wedding which would take place in two days time that they didn’t get another chance to discuss the fake Horcrux. They set up the chairs in the lawn where the wedding would take place and they also helped Mrs Weasley with the food. Harry’s spirits became lower and lower during the day. He thought someone would have remembered that it was his birthday today, especially since he was officially becoming of age. By nighttime all Harry wanted to do was go to sleep, and he told Ron so, but Ron persuaded him to go have a shower and get dressed as they were having a party for Bill and Fleur. As Harry got dressed he wondered why they were having a party for them two nights before the wedding. ‘But’ Harry thought to himself, ‘everyone would probably be too busy tomorrow. As Harry walked down the stairs he found that the lights in the hall were of, as Harry groped his way along the wall, he grew more and more worried. As he reached the lounge room he was nearing panic. Surely something bad had happened, he thought, he groped his way over to where he thought the light switch was. He moved towards the couch and stepped on something soft. In that moment Harry could have sworn that he heard an intake of breath. Suddenly the lights were switched on, Harry stared in amazement as the whole table of guest jumped out at him from their hiding places. Above Harry’s head there was a banner in Gryffindors with a snitch zooming around the words ‘ Happy Birthday Harry’. Harry gaped around at everyone. Hermionie appeared at his elbow. “ Happy birthday Harry” she said. “Thought wed forgotten didn’t you Harry?” Ron said, appearing at his other side. “Okay everyone time for Dinner” Mrs Weasley called. Dinner was an understatement. Harry could count at least 5 different chicken dishes and beef dishes and there was still desert. Harry was feeling deliriously happy after eating bowel after bowl of delicious treacle tart. “ Okay time for presents” Mr Weasley called “We’ll start with ours first” he said handing Harry a lumpy package. Inside was a shirt with a dragon on the front and a snitch on the back, there was also a pack of bertie botts every flavored beans, and a box of home made meat pies.
The inhabitants of number four Privet drive stared out of their frost covered windows. Among them was seventeen year old Harry Potter. Harry walked away from the window as he saw a tall lanky red headed man walk down the street A few days before Mr. Weasley had sent an owl to harry saying that he would pick Harry up on the morning of his seventeenth birthday. Harry lugged his trunk filled, not with schoolbooks but with some spell books he might need, his muggle clothes and his robes, in his pocket he carried his two most helpful aids in rule breaking, his fathers old invisibility cloak and the marauders map. And under his arm he carried his most prized possession, his Firebolt. And in that hand he held Hedwigs cage
As Harry neared the bottom of the stairs he found himself face to face with Mr Weasley. “Hello Harry” Mr Weasley said. “ Hello Mr Weasley’ Harry replied. “Your aunt and uncle are in the lounge room” “Thanks” Harry replied.
“What do you want boy?” Uncle Vernon growled as Harry walked into the room. “ Well, today is my seventeenth birthday” Harry said. As usual the Dursleys showed no sign of happiness for him. “And from now on I no longer have to come back to you on school holidays.” Harry continued. “ It..it is” Aunt Petunia stuttered. “ Yes” Harry replied. “I guess ill be going now” he muttered as he left the room. “Im ready now” he said to Mr Weasley as he came back into the hallway. Mr Weasley turned on his heel and walked out the door.
“I think we’ll apparate” Mr Weasley said, taking Harry’s trunk from him. “Its fastest” “Okay” Harry replied nervously. Seeing as Harry had only learned to apparate last year at Hogwarts he had a good reason to be nervous. “Okay Harry on three” “One..Two..three” Harry twisted to his right and felt the now all too familiar sensation of being squeezed through a mouse sized tube. Harry gasped for breath as he saw the burrow materialize before his eyes. Mr Weasley pulled Harry towards the door. Mr Weasley reached out for the brass knocker and rapped it three times against the wooden door. Inside there came the sound of chairs being scraped against the floor. Suddenly there came a voice at the door. “Who..who is it?” a nervous sounding Mrs Weasley said through the crack in the side of the old wooden door. Its Me and Harry.” Mr Weasley whispered. “ Oh Harry” Mrs Weasley cried as she flung open the door. “Now Molly” Mr Weasley said repremandingly. “What would’ve happened if we were actually death eaters dressed up as Harry and I.” But Mrs Weasley didn’t seem to hear him so he sighed resignedly and started locking the door. “Oh Harry weve been dreadfully worried ever since you went back to them muggles.” “ Are you hungry Harry, The muggles dont feed you enough do they?” Harry was saved answering the question when they walked into the dining room. The table was stretched to at least double its size. There were about people sitting at the table. “Harry’ Ron and Hermionie cried as they saw Harry. Hermionie came up and gave him a hug. “Harry, how have you been” Hermionie asked worriedly after finally letting him go. “ Ive been okay” Harry replied. “ How you going mate” Ron asked coming up behind Hermionie. “Im okay” harry repeated. “Come on Harry we save you a seat. Harry noticed that Hermionies parents were sitting at the end of the table not looking nervous at all, in fact they were chatting animatedly with fleur delacleurs parents, next to fleurs parents were Bill and fleur, then Charlie then Lupin and Tonks and…Harry’s heart sank sitting there was Ginny.
Ron and Hermionie led him to the three chairs at the end of the table. As Harry passed Ginny, she didn’t look up, and just kept staring at her plate. “So Harry” Hermionie said as he sat down. “ How have your holidays been so far?” she asked. “ Well they’ve been, well okay, I guess.” Harry replied without enthusiasm. “So” Harry said changing the subject. “ How is Fred and George’s shop going?” “ Oh its going pretty well, I mean look at them, they’ve never had that much money in their lives, they’ve got all new stuff and clothes and broomsticks, but they still give some to mum and dad. I mean mum and dad dont want it but Fred and George just go put it in the bank.” Ron said. “ And how, hows Bill” Harry asked tentatively. “ Oh “ Ron said, his face falling. “ Hes..hes getting better” Ron said. But Lupin said hell still have wolfish characters but he wont actually turn into a werewolf once a month. And he has to take some potion every night. I guess it could be worse. He could be like Lupin” Ron said gesturing over to where Lupin and Tonks were sitting. “Allright everyone, dig in” Mrs Weasley called. Harry suddenly noticed that the table in front of him was laden with food. “Finally” Ron moaned. They all dug in until nobody could move for eating so much of the deliciously tasty food. “ Oh Molly, I think you’ve out done yourself” Tonks said. “ Are you sure you dont need help with the washing up, Id be glad to help” Tonks said standing up and as she did knocking over the vase behind her. “Oh no thanks Tonks ill be fine” Mrs Weasley said waving her wand as the vase came upright again.
“Cmon Harry lets go up to my room, we need to talk with you” Ron said standing up. Rons bedroom looked exactly the same as it did the first time he had seen it. Ron flopped onto his bed as Hermionie moved Rons comics of the chair in the window. “How are you really Harry” Hermionie asked him as he found a clear patch of floor to sit on. “ Yes Harry we know that you…well” Ron said shrugging. “No Im fine” Harry argued although inside his head he was remembering the night that Snape had turned against Dumbledore and had performed the most evilest of curses, the Avada Cadavra. Dumbledore had been killed instantly in a flash of blinding green light. Snape and Malfoy had fled that night. “Come on Harry we know your not all right, no one has been all right since that night.” Hermionie pleaded. “Can we just not talk about it okay” Harry shouted before he could stop himself. “Okay Hermionie whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. “ So..” Ron said, trying to change the subject. “ Have you thought about who RMB could be?” “ Yes ive gone through all my books and the only people who have those initials wouldn’t be out trying to bring Voldermort down.” Harry said. “Yes I know ive gone through mine as well, and haven’t found a thing that any of those people are connected to Voldermort in any way.” Hermionie said, frustrated. “ Have you told Lupin about it yet?” Ron asked. “ I bet if any one knew someone with those initials, Lupin would know them” Ron said. “Well not yet” Harry replied.
That afternoon Harry, Ron and Hermionie were too busy helping with the wedding which would take place in two days time that they didn’t get another chance to discuss the fake Horcrux. They set up the chairs in the lawn where the wedding would take place and they also helped Mrs Weasley with the food. Harry’s spirits became lower and lower during the day. He thought someone would have remembered that it was his birthday today, especially since he was officially becoming of age. By nighttime all Harry wanted to do was go to sleep, and he told Ron so, but Ron persuaded him to go have a shower and get dressed as they were having a party for Bill and Fleur. As Harry got dressed he wondered why they were having a party for them two nights before the wedding. ‘But’ Harry thought to himself, ‘everyone would probably be too busy tomorrow. As Harry walked down the stairs he found that the lights in the hall were of, as Harry groped his way along the wall, he grew more and more worried. As he reached the lounge room he was nearing panic. Surely something bad had happened, he thought, he groped his way over to where he thought the light switch was. He moved towards the couch and stepped on something soft. In that moment Harry could have sworn that he heard an intake of breath. Suddenly the lights were switched on, Harry stared in amazement as the whole table of guest jumped out at him from their hiding places. Above Harry’s head there was a banner in Gryffindors with a snitch zooming around the words ‘ Happy Birthday Harry’. Harry gaped around at everyone. Hermionie appeared at his elbow. “ Happy birthday Harry” she said. “Thought wed forgotten didn’t you Harry?” Ron said, appearing at his other side. “Okay everyone time for Dinner” Mrs Weasley called. Dinner was an understatement. Harry could count at least 5 different chicken dishes and beef dishes and there was still desert. Harry was feeling deliriously happy after eating bowel after bowl of delicious treacle tart. “ Okay time for presents” Mr Weasley called “We’ll start with ours first” he said handing Harry a lumpy package. Inside was a shirt with a dragon on the front and a snitch on the back, there was also a pack of bertie botts every flavored beans, and a box of home made meat pies.