Harry Potter and the Blood of Merlin.

Chapter one - Garden Party

His emerald green eyes flickered closed and his body slumped against the wall in the small bedroom in Privet Drive. Harry had been sat upright all night in an effort to stay awake. He had done this for the last couple of nights to stop the dreams. As his mind sunk deeper into his subconscious his muscles relaxed ending the build-up of coiled tension. Quidditch through the ages fell to the floor knocking a tea cup of cold dregs over, chipping the handle, the unsweetened  remnants trickled onto the bare wooden floor.

It had been only two weeks since the events at the Ministry and every time he closed his eyes he still saw visions of Sirius falling through the Dias, Voldemorts thoughts running through his own head and the prophecy echoing in every dream.

'the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies' the horse voice whispered accompanied with flashes of Sirius laughing face falling, so slowly. It seemed as if someone had stopped time, he could feel Lupins hand on his shoulder holding him back as he watched his stepfather fall backwards through the veil and disappeared. 

He could hear the call of his own name from somewhere but all he could see was the eyes of the man who had given him hope again turn blank. His own green eyes meeting with the shocked glassy stare as they vanished. Lupins hand shook him, at first more of a tap but then with some force. His eyes shot open to find himself face to face with Aunt Petunia. Her thin lips pursed together as she proceeded to shake him once more.

'And what do you call this' her shrill voice pulling him from his daze.

She held up something white hanging off her finger and he reached for his glasses which had fell to the bed as he dreamed.  Cramming them onto his face the room burst into focus. The early rays of morning sunlight had crept into his room filling it with a brilliant white glow. He looked over to see Hedwig's cage was still empty and his heart sank, still no reply.

'Ahem' Aunt Petunias throaty cough pulled his thoughts back, 'Where am I supposed to get another one, this was mine and your uncles wedding china, I bet you did this on purpose' she continued.

Harry looked to see that the white thing she had been holding under his nose was in fact the now chipped tea cup he had been drinking tea out of just a few hours ago.

'Up quickly, it's a big day today and I want everything perfect, if your uncle is going to get this promotion then I don't want a repeat of last time you hear me.'

She tutted as she straightened herself and backed out of his room still mumbling under her breath clutching the tea cup toner honey chest. His already dwindling spirits sunk even lower when he remembered the afternoons BBQ.  In an grand effort Uncle Vernon wanted to impress his boss Mr. Mason, uncle Vernon had planned a BBQ with his state of the art new BBQ grill. Uncle Vernon had already taken Harry to one side a threatened him.

'Listen here boy' his mustache twitched as Harry could see his uncle trying to find the right words without talking about magic. 'I don't not want a repeat of last time you hear me'

'But...' Harry tried to interject once again trying to explain that it hadn't been him but Dobby the house elf, who in an effort to get him to stay away from Hogwarts had dropped a violet pudding onto Mr. Mason's wife.

'I don't care if it was you, or Dubby or that ruddy owl, everything must go smoothly, do you understand?' Uncle Vernon's face making its usual chameleon impression and turning from peach to deep purple in seconds. Uncle Vernon's eyes widen with each word until he stood and looked like he was about to sneeze.

Aunt Petunia's calls dragged him off his bed and he slumped downstairs into the always spotless kitchen. The brightness almost blinded him. A mixture of the brilliant morning sunlight and the white kitchen cabinets created an eye watering white light. It was obvious Aunt Petunia had been scrubbing the units to within an inch of their life and the result was a kitchen so white and clean that light seemed to bounce of every surface. He found a pair of gardening gloves thrust into his chest.