Harry Potter Fan Fictions

~Fan Fiction 3:The Album~

It was months and months staying at the Dursleys. Like hell...

'HARRY!POTTER!-GET-DOWN-HERE-NOW!'Uncle Vernon shouted, Harry rushed downstairs, seeing his Uncle, cousin and Aunt there in the Living Room made him sick. 'Dudley's friends, are coming over.' Aunt Petunia said, glaring at Harry. Harry felt like the Cruciatus curse was used on him. 'When?-' The doorbell rang. That answered his question, Aunt Petunia opened it, Dudley was standing beside her. A group of boys came in, Dudley greeted them with a handshake.

'So, Potter's here-is he?' asked one of them. Dudley smiled nervously, they pushed passed Harry, Dudley's friends huddled in the Living Room, Harry listened, his ear against the door. 'So? Potter scared yet?'

'Scared?He should be!'

'He's not scared! He's only seventeen. But... He's brave, very brave.' Dudley said.

Was Dudley scared of him? Protecting him? 'Oh...Look what I found...' Dudley said, picking something up. It hit him, his Photo Album Hagrid gave him on his first year, 'Big D! This must belong to Potter.'

'LUNCH!' Mrs Dursley chimed. Harry quickly backed away from the door. All of the gang was giving him mean looks, one of them had the Album in his hands. He wanted to get it. But... not now Harry thought wait, just let them play with you... Then we'll see who's the scared one.

They sat down, as food was served, one of Dudley's friends, in a blue cap held up the Album. Harry sat there, staring at them. Aunt Petunia ate her pasta, 'I wonder... Who this belongs to? Maybe...Oh, let me see who it truly belongs to.' he opened the Album, a ton of parchment fell out, Harry also kept his letters from his friends in there... Or any letters he thought were important

'Hmm...Big D?' 'Well... Michael... Er go ahead and see who it belongs to.' Michael picked up a letter and read out loud. Uncle Vernon kicked Harry's leg.

'"Dear Padfoot,- I wonder who that is? Some secret code? "Dear Padfoot, Thank you, thank you for Harry's birthday present! It was his favourite by far. One year old and already zooming along a toy broomstick, he looked so pleased with himself, I'm enclosing a picture so you can see. You know it only rises about two feet above the ground, but he nearly killed the cat and he smashed a horrible vase Petunia-"' he stopped reading. Mrs Dursley glared at Harry, 'WHERE-DID-YOU-GET-THAT-LETTER?!WHY DOES IT SPEAK OF THAT MURDER, SIRIUS BLACK?!' she screamed, standing up. Snatching the parchment and Album, she flipped through pages and read a few lines. 'I-I went to my Godfather's house! And-and found this letter! My mother sent it to Sirius!' Harry said, standing up. 'You-you knew him...' Harry mumbled, 'who?' Dudley asked, his eyes, switching between Harry to his mother. 'Severus...Severus Snape.' his Aunt stared at him. 'That Severus, caused my freaky sister to become what you are! A FREAK!' Harry took a deep breath.

'Who's Sirius? Is that his Godfather?' one of the gang asked. 'Is he still alive Potter? If he is... I'd like to see him try defend you from my punch.'

The gang laughed apart from Dudley. 'He's dead.' Harry said, anger built up, with higher and higher walls. 'That's it! We're-I'm burning this!' Petunia cried, strutting to the fireplace 'no!You-you can't!' Harry cried, everyone followed, into the living room, 'no! Don't burn it!' Harry pulled out his wand, the gang laughed, not knowing what that was.

'I'm... I'm warning you!' he pointed it at his Aunt, his hand was shaking. 'I don't want to hurt you...' Harry lowered his wand, his Aunt looked shattered and torn. Her face pale.

'What's Potter gonna do? Poke Mrs Dursley until she gives up? She's stronger than you Potter!' Harry turned around sharply.

He pointed the wand at one of Dudley's friends. 'I'm more dangerous than you think.'

Harry spat. 'Prove it.'

Michael got a fork and armed it at Harry, 'a stick versus a fork! A little wimp! Come at me Potter!'

Dudley hid. He knew what Harry was capable of.

Michael kept on waving the fork in Harry's face, 'Oooooo!Look Potter!'

I prefer Malfoy's bullying than this lame entertainment... Making ghost sounds won't work, dummies. I'm braver than you.

The ground started rumbling the lights flickering, Harry stared into Michael's blue eyes. It stopped.

'I, don't want to hex you.' Harry said,

'hex me? What are you a wizard?'

'In fact. I am.' The gang laughed.

'PROVE IT! PROVE IT, PROVE IT!' they chanted.

'Wingardium Leviosa!' Harry said, pointing his wand to a pillow. It levitated upwards, he moved it around. The gang looked shocked, 'okay... What else can you do besides Levitate stuff?' Harry was surprised Dudley's gang seemed so interested in magic.

'Um... Cast a patronus-'

'a what?' Dudley said, 'Patronus..."Pah-tro-nus"- You know the thing I used to save you...From Dementors.'

'What does this "Patronus" do? Punch the hell outta enemies and threats?'

'Um... No-Here: Expecto Patronum.' A silver-blue stag whisped from his wand.

'Whoa! Lemme try!-'

'NO! I'm going to be expelled!'

'Expelled? You mean there's a school for this kind of stuff?'

Harry now regretted saying stuff about the Wizarding world. 'No, no, I said too much...I can't tell you no more. Besides, you had to be eleven to get in.'

He almost forgot Aunt Petunia was standing there, 'hand it over.' he said.

She lit the fire, 'NO!'...

She dumped the parchments and Albums in the fire, 'Aguamenti!' He cried. The fire went out, he didn't care that the pieces marked his hands in black and had a rapid hot burning feeling... He cared that the only memories and photos of his parents were in there. His friend's letters. His mother's letter to Sirius-were all burnt into ashes.

'Monster...' He said, and pushed passed Dudley's friends and stormed upstairs.

He laid on his bed. Staring at the ceiling. Why was it him? Why now? Why did it have to be the Album?

'Potter! GET DOWN HERE NOW!' Ohhh boy...