Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Dual Heir ❯ Who am I? ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Lily Peach 
A new friend and ally comes for Harry, who immediatly disappears with this mysterious man.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.29.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 568 | Visits: 253 | Status: Work In Progress
A new friend and ally comes for Harry, who immediatly disappears with this mysterious man.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.29.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 568 | Visits: 253 | Status: Work In Progress
Prologue
Harry James Potter shot up in bed, on a hot summer night, soaked in sweat. He snatched his glasses off of his nightstand and rammed them on his face, grabbing his wand close after. Harry glared around his room quickly and spotted something that was not at all welcome. There was a trim fgure leaning against the frame of his door, dressed completely in black clothes, his face hooded. "Hello Harry Potter." the figure said silkily, "You have changed much since I saw you last. Very much indeed. Your parents would be proud to have such a handsome son. My sister always remarked that she would have beautiful children. But alas, I am not here to tell you about the past, but to bring to you the future. Come Harry..It is time for you to rejoin your world." Harry sat rigid, shocked and afraid.
"Who are you?" Harry dared ask boldly, "What do you want with me? What do you mean "my world"?" For the moment, Harry had noticed that the dark figure had mentioned his parents.
The man chuckled lightly and Harry saw a smile grace his face. The black-clad figure pulled down his hood and revealed to Harry emerald green eyes. Emerald green eyes that Harry immediately recognized. They were the exact eyes that stared back at him when he looked into a mirror. Harry gasped in shock and whispered, "Who are you?"
"That is to be discussed....my dearest nephew." said the man. There was a rumbling in the next room, and Uncle Vernon screamed, "Boy you will regret waking me up!!"
"Ah..I guess that means it is time for us to take our leave. Touch my hand, quickly." said the figure. Harry glanced at the door and back at the man, who looked at him expectantly. As the door knob turned, Harry grabbed hold of the other man's wrist, and they were gone in a flash of blue light, leaving a very dumbfounded Vernon Dursley behind them.
Chapter 1
Petunia Dursley raced to Arabella Figg's house in a panic. When she reached the door, bedraggled and out of breath, she banged on it loudly. Finally it was jerked open to a very angry Mrs. Figg, who screamed a nasty, "WHAT?" Petunia immediately burst into tears, and exclaimed, "It wasn't my fault! He just up and leaves, in a big flash of blue lights!"
Mrs. Figg's face went deathly pale, and she dragged Petunia into her house. "Petunia, calm down you silly girl! What are you talking about?" she asked urgently, "Where is Harry? Has something happened to him?" Petunia wailed loudly and said, "He disappeared in a flash of blue light, but it wasn't my fault! I couldn't stop him! I didn't even see him! Vernon told me. Now you tell that Dumbledore of yours he's not our problem anymore! I give up! I don't care! I hope to never see his face again. He reminds me too much of Lily. Goodbye!" With that Petunia slammed the door shut and ran back to her house.
Mrs. Figg groaned and ran to her fireplace, throwing in a handful of floo powder. She thrust her head into the fire, and yelled, "Dumbledore's Office!"
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Harry James Potter shot up in bed, on a hot summer night, soaked in sweat. He snatched his glasses off of his nightstand and rammed them on his face, grabbing his wand close after. Harry glared around his room quickly and spotted something that was not at all welcome. There was a trim fgure leaning against the frame of his door, dressed completely in black clothes, his face hooded. "Hello Harry Potter." the figure said silkily, "You have changed much since I saw you last. Very much indeed. Your parents would be proud to have such a handsome son. My sister always remarked that she would have beautiful children. But alas, I am not here to tell you about the past, but to bring to you the future. Come Harry..It is time for you to rejoin your world." Harry sat rigid, shocked and afraid.
"Who are you?" Harry dared ask boldly, "What do you want with me? What do you mean "my world"?" For the moment, Harry had noticed that the dark figure had mentioned his parents.
The man chuckled lightly and Harry saw a smile grace his face. The black-clad figure pulled down his hood and revealed to Harry emerald green eyes. Emerald green eyes that Harry immediately recognized. They were the exact eyes that stared back at him when he looked into a mirror. Harry gasped in shock and whispered, "Who are you?"
"That is to be discussed....my dearest nephew." said the man. There was a rumbling in the next room, and Uncle Vernon screamed, "Boy you will regret waking me up!!"
"Ah..I guess that means it is time for us to take our leave. Touch my hand, quickly." said the figure. Harry glanced at the door and back at the man, who looked at him expectantly. As the door knob turned, Harry grabbed hold of the other man's wrist, and they were gone in a flash of blue light, leaving a very dumbfounded Vernon Dursley behind them.
Chapter 1
Petunia Dursley raced to Arabella Figg's house in a panic. When she reached the door, bedraggled and out of breath, she banged on it loudly. Finally it was jerked open to a very angry Mrs. Figg, who screamed a nasty, "WHAT?" Petunia immediately burst into tears, and exclaimed, "It wasn't my fault! He just up and leaves, in a big flash of blue lights!"
Mrs. Figg's face went deathly pale, and she dragged Petunia into her house. "Petunia, calm down you silly girl! What are you talking about?" she asked urgently, "Where is Harry? Has something happened to him?" Petunia wailed loudly and said, "He disappeared in a flash of blue light, but it wasn't my fault! I couldn't stop him! I didn't even see him! Vernon told me. Now you tell that Dumbledore of yours he's not our problem anymore! I give up! I don't care! I hope to never see his face again. He reminds me too much of Lily. Goodbye!" With that Petunia slammed the door shut and ran back to her house.
Mrs. Figg groaned and ran to her fireplace, throwing in a handful of floo powder. She thrust her head into the fire, and yelled, "Dumbledore's Office!"
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