Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ For Your Future ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

I am writing this story for a bit of nonprofit fun. I, in no way shape or form own the Harry Potter series and all of the characters within the stories. However the Reins and the characters that I have created for this fan fiction are entirely my own, anyone seeking to plagiarize will be found out.

 

Spoiler warning for all of the books!

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

Harry Potter woke up to a rapping on his bedroom door at Privet Drive. He moaned and turned over to look at the clock. It was almost 9 am. Harry glanced at the calendar that was hanging on the wall opposite his bed and realized that this was the day that his friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, were coming to pick him up and take him to the burrow for the rest of the summer. He had already been to the Burrow for Bill and Fleur's wedding but had come back to the Dursley's upon the fact that he had made a promise to Dumbledore that he intended to keep. To say that he was ecstatic was an understatement and a very blatant lie. He was about to undergo a serious journey along with his friends, to find the horcruxes and/or find a way to defeat one evil and sinister while also insane mass murderer.

 

Yes Harry was glad that he was going to see his friends again and he was also happy to see Ginny as well. He sighed and rolled out of bed and into the floor. He stood up and yanked his clothes on, not noticing that they were too small for him. Harry walked to the bathroom to have his shower and to use the restroom. He looked into the mirror and saw himself. He did a double take when he realized that his shirt was almost to his navel and was a little tight. He looked down at his feet and noticed that the hems of his hand-me-down pajama pants were several inches off the floor.

 

`That is very strange these fit me last night alright,' Harry thought. Turned on the water in the shower and waited until the water was very hot before stripping himself of his clothes and stepping into the nearly scalding water. He recalled that night's dream and shivered as he remember the sadness and grief that had consumed the woman who was the Queen of some ancient race's face as the rolls of immense magic and power rolled over the lands of the earth. They had spoken of a dark lord and Harry vaguely wondered if they were speaking of Voldemort. He didn't ponder upon it long since he needed to get dressed for the day and to find some clothes that fit him. As he got dried off, he noticed that his body was different as well. It was very muscular and was well defined. He also noticed that he had a marking, a very strange marking on his lower abdomen right inside of the pelvic bone that was slightly poking out of his narrow hips. It was a strange letter that had a silver snake and a black half breed of a dog and a cat called a Sere that were twined around it. He studied it closely before slipping his clothes back on with a bit of difficulty and quickly slipped back into his room.

 

When he got into his room Harry used a bit of wandless magic that he had learned at the beginning of the summer to lengthen a pair of jeans and a button-down short sleeved shirt as well as a tank top that he wore under the other. He was grateful for his education with wandless magic. Harry went over to his trunk and opened it up to find his bag of wizarding money that he had, had withdrawn the last time that he visited Gringotts. He knew that he would have to go out and buy new clothes for himself now that he had mysteriously grown several inches overnight. He figured that now he was taller than his uncle and even some of his other taller friends. Of course, Harry knew that he could never compete with Ron's never ending growth.

 

Harry slowly dumped the contents of the bag onto his bed and slowly counted out 10 galleons, 16 sickles, and 23 knuts. He glared at all of the knuts that he had but figured that it was better than having no money at all. At the sound of the floorboards creaking, the money was quickly scooped back into the bag and stuffed in his trunk. He had just latched his trunk closed when the door opened to reveal Uncle Vernon. He glared at the boy he had the `misfortune' of calling nephew. Vernon Dursley continued to glare at his nephew as Harry uncurled himself from the crouch that he was in. It gave Uncle Vernon a bit of a surprise to see his nephew taller than he had been the previous night. He, being the spiteful muggle that he is, accusingly thought that he nephew had used magic to make himself grow more.

 

“Boy! I thought you weren't allowed to use magic outside of that school of yours! And here you are using it to make yourself become even more of a freak! You also had the nerve to make those clothes fit you by using magic! It is a good thing that we are getting rid of you today. Now get downstairs and finish our breakfast, maggot.” The man sneered at the teenager with ill-disguised contempt. The rather cumbersome man trudged back out of the room and down the hall to his own bedroom. Harry waited until the sound of the door closing sounded before moving out of the room and closing the door behind him. Harry waved his hand over the door and cast a locking and reinforcing charms by means of wandless magic again. He had to do this a lot this summer for Dudley and his group of thugs liked to break into his room and try to steal things of his that could cause them much harm and the need for their memories obliviated of the incident. Nor was this an isolated incident.

 

Harry trudged down the stairs carefully avoiding things that were set there specifically to trip him. He stepped on the bottom step and heard the creak of the board as he stepped off. Harry knew that as soon as he had stepped off that his cousin would either come around the corner to hit him in some way or to just run into him for the fun of it. Today Dudley wasn't there trying to hit him or run into him. Harry figured that since it was the last day that he was spending there that Dudley would be tormenting him at every moment. In fact, he had been thinking that the whole summer all three of them would be tormenting him after the incident with Dumbledore the previous year when he came to pick Harry up to take him to the Weasley's where he would be safe for some time. He just supposed that perhaps they were a bit afraid of him and just stuck to ordering him around, giving him extensive and laborious chores. One day he would be weeding the roses, the next painting the bench or mailbox. Heck one day he had to even try and fix up one of the TVs that was a neighbor's! When Harry reached the kitchen his Aunt Petunia set him straight to making the scrambled eggs and bacon.

 

He was scrambling about trying to make several dishes when Dudley and a friend decided to make an entrance into the kitchen. Now Harry couldn't remember the name of this person for the life of him; it had to be something like Priestly, Prior, or something that begins with a P. Dudley and his friend made themselves comfortable at the table as Harry wiped his brow before getting the toast that had just popped out of the toaster. The two had their heads bent together obviously planning something to do to torture him. Harry used a small sticking charm on their chairs as he passed them to the glass cabinet to grab the glasses necessary for breakfast. He saw Dudley's hand come out behind him to try and trip him so he skirted off to the side a bit and avoided him easily. Harry heard Dudley swear as he missed him. When Harry came back to the table he set the plates down that were covered in food for the Dursley's and their guest, Harry would get any leftover scraps. It really was a miracle that he hadn't starved to death over this summer. When Dudley turned to Harry and spoke to him, he knew that it wouldn't be anything good.

 

“So cousin,” he said, “I hear that you are going off to your freaky friends today and aren't ever coming back here. Is that true?” Harry looked over at Dudley as he spoke and watched as the smug look on his cousin's fat face quickly slid off and his face turn green.

 

“Well I must say that you have heard correctly Dudders,” Harry said using Dudley's hated nickname. “But since I am turning seventeen tomorrow, I can use all that I learned without getting into any trouble at all.” That was when Dudley's face started turning green. Harry turned away from the two to hide his smile as he washed the cooking dishes and waited for his aunt and uncle to come back so he could finish backing his things. The Weasley's could be coming at any moment now since it was almost nine and they said that they would come sometime after then. He finished all the dished by the time his aunt and uncle decided to show up. As soon as they had he walked past them and dashed up the stairs to his room to finish his packing. When he touched the door the spells automatically came off and the door opened. The room of course was the same as it had been when he went downstairs. Harry flicked his wrist and watched as all of the rest of his belongings packed themselves neatly into his trunk. He smiled as he looked at the lightning bolt latch that Remus had given him sometime ago but he hadn't ever bothered to put onto the trunk until this summer with him being so bored the entire time. All he had left to do now was to sleep as he waited for the Weasleys to show up. Harry let himself fall onto the uncomfortable bed as sleep overtook him once again.

 

Author's note:

I want to thank the people that reviewed my last chapter/prologue, so thanks very much. I want opinions on this because I certainly hope that it is in the least bit interesting, so PLEASE REVIEW!! Thanks!

 

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