HP fanfiction - yet unnamed

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HP fanfiction - yet unnamed

Unread postby Comosicus » January 27th, 2012, 11:08 am

Hi everyone,

After a long struggle I could not contain this rabid plot bunny anymore and I started on my own first fanfiction. I want to try my own approach to the "Wand snapped - Harry gets guns and starts kicking DE butts". The divergence point is when Umbridge decides to get involved personally in the Dementor incident - with unforeseen consequences.

I managed to put together the first chapter. I would appreciate any feedback you have.
Unforeseen consequences

"Not Harry! Not him! I beg you!"
"Step aside, stupid woman."
The voice of the woman was cut sharply in a glow of green light and a sound of rushing wind.


* * *

Harry shook from the memory of his mother's death and took a better look around him. The air was frozen with the presence of the Dementors and the stench of despair saturated the air. One of the fiendish creatures was approaching the shivering form of Dudley, balled in fetal position on the brittle grass. The other was was looming above him, one skeletal hand poised to grab him for the last kiss of his life. He tried to crawl back, to put some distance between him and the nightmarish shade, when his hand stopped atop a very familiar piece of round, polished wood and clenched around it by instinct. It was his wand that he had dropped earlier when the aura of the Dementors had overwhelmed him. Now, he had the means to fight back. Now he was prey no more.

Harry went deep in his mind and summoned his most treasured memory: the flight atop Buckbeack to rescue his godfather, the feeling of Hermione holding him tight and shouting hoarse in his ears, the wonderful feeling that had enveloped him when Sirius promised to take him in his home when he would have gotten his name cleared. He had a family, a loving one (the menagerie of his Dursley relatives did not count as such) and he would not allow some Grim Reaper-wannabes to take him away from that. And so, with a mighty shout of "Expecto Patronum", Prongs rode again.

The Dementor poised above him did not even had time to twitch before the glowing stag impaled him in his antlers, shaking him around like a rag. His screeches attracted the attention of his companion, who had managed to grab a hold of Dudley's clothes and was preparing to suck his soul out. He was forced to let go however, as Prongs, who had banished the first creature away, was now on top of him. The creature let a screech of frustration and retreated in a hurry, the glowing stag hot on his heels.

Harry let go of his breath (which he did not realize he was holding) and looked around. Prongs was still circling the park, but the Dementors were nowhere to be seen, their oppressing presence was gone and the air had returned to the stifling hot level from before the incident. He was just about to approach the shivering form of his cousin when series of pops sounded behind him. Harry turned around and saw three persons - two burly men clad in the blue robes of the Aurors and one toadish woman wearing an obnoxious pink suit. But before he was able to make a single sound, an unseen force hauled him from the ground and threw him further away while his wand was yanked from his hand and flew towards the new arrivals.

"Tut, tut, Mr. Potter," sounded the sickly sweet voice of the woman. "Using magic during the holidays. And in front of a Muggle as well. Such crass disregard for the rules. But what else can one expect from a criminal as yourself? I pleaded to the Minister not to overlook your transgression two years ago. I warned him that he will regret his kindness, that you are nothing but trouble. Maybe if he would have listened to me, we would have been spared the mockery you did of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. And maybe young Mr. Diggory would still be among us."

Harry opened his mouth to protest, but found himself unable to make a sound. He realized that he was under a Silencing charm. That he heard no one saying the spell meant very little. The 'Expeliarmus' that had disarmed him a moment before has been silent as well. After all, these were Aurors, not school children. Meanwhile the toady continued her tirade, only the wicked gleam in her eyes betraying that she noticed his efforts.

"As it stands though, you are now guilty of the second unauthorized use of Underage Magic. Thus, in my official position as the Senior Undersecretary of the Minister of Magic, I, Dolores Umbridge, hereby expel you from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

A loud crack was heard then and Harry looked in horror as his wand fell to the ground, broken clearly in two pieces. He tried to lunge forward, to gather the pieces and cradle them to his chest. Two more quick spells flashed though and he found himself stiff as a board and bound in ropes on the ground.

"Oh dear. Mr. Potter, you dig your grave deeper and deeper. I think this counts as attempted assault on an Auror on duty. This is a very serious crime, one that will see you in Azkaban for a while. Mr. Dawlish, take care of the Muggle's memory, then we'll escort Mr. Potter to his new accommodations."

Harry started to panic. It seems that he was cursed to share his godfather's fate: to be thrown in Azkaban without a trial while being innocent of the crimes he was accused. He struggled to overcome the spells holding him, but to no avail. He managed to see a grey jet of light hitting Dudley in the head then both Aurors closed on him.

"YOUSE NOT HURTING MISTER HARRY POTTER SIR!!!"

The three Ministry officials stopped on their tracks surprised at the squeaky voice of Dobby. With a small pop the elf appeared between Harry and the adults, an unusual fierce look on his tiny face. One snap of the knobby fingers and the stooges found themselves thrown hard agains the surrounding trees. Another snap and their wands burst into flames. The third one made their clothes enlarge and tie their ends like straight jackets. The final snap allowed Harry to regain his freedom of speech and movement.

"Is Great Mister Harry Potter Sir all righty? Dobby is so sorry, but house elf magics is not being working on bad Dementirors. And now Mister Harry Potter Sir is in trouble with bad men from the Ministry and the bad toad woman got Harry Potter Sir's wand broken and Harry Potter Sir was expelliated from Hoggywarts. Bad, bad Dobby."

Harry grabbed Dobby as he was just about to rush headfirst into another tree. He then kneeled by the tiny shaking figure and engulfed the elf in a hug.

"Hush Dobby, you are not a bad elf. You were wonderful earlier and you saved my bacon yet again. I thought for sure they'll gonna toss me in Azkaban just like that. Fudge really seems to have it for me. But there's no time for that now. They might wake up any moments or there could be reinforcements looking for them. We have to get out of here as soon as possible."

"Dobby can pop Great Mister Harry Potter Sir away from here. Where does Mister Harry Potter Sir wishes to goes?"

"I don't think is safe to return to the Dursleys now. They'll find me again in no time. Heck, I bet Uncle Vernon will be more than glad to hand me over. I need to hide somewhere where they won't think to look for me. Think Potter, think! The Weasleys are out. So is Hermione's place. That's where they'll look for me first. Damn it! There's nowhere in the Muggle world that I can think about and they'll be on my back in mere moments if I go to the Wizarding world. If only I knew where Sirius is these days... That's it! Sirius hid last year in a cave, in the hills above the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade. Do you know where that is, Dobby?"

"Dobby knows it. Dobby takes Harry Potter Sir there right now."

Harry took Dobby's hand and braced for the journey. To his surprise it was so unlike a portkey. One moment he was in the park in Surrey, the next he was in the cave overlooking the Forbidden Forrest. No hooks in his navel, no jerks, no tumbling on the ground. He decided then and there that elf-popping was the way to travel in the Wizarding world.

"Great job, Dobby. Could you grab all my things from the Dursleys as well? I don't think I will be able to return there. There’s also a hiding place under a loose floorboard under the bed, where the must important stuff is. And please don’t forget about Hedwig."

It took mere moments for Dobby to return with his trunk and a terribly displeased snowy owl. That was no way for an honest owl to travel. No, sir! And she gleefully took the next few minutes doing her best to express her irritation with shrieks, wing flapping and the occasional ear-nipping.
"Had enough girl? I understand you are terribly upset about it. But it was a choice between this and letting the Ministry or worse, the Dursleys, get their hands on you. That was no mere coincidence that the Aurors appeared only moments after I repelled the Dementors. They want to silence me - to stop me from telling about Voldemort's return. Say, Dobby, do you think you can get a message to Sirius or Professor Dumbledore? Let them know what happened and where I am now?"

The little creature started to wring his ears in his hands, with an embarrassed look on his tiny face.

"Dobby is so sorry, but Dobby can not senses Mr. Harry Potter's dogfather. He musts be under heavy wards. Also Dobby can not leave Mr. Harry Potter alone. Dobby must maintain the ward so that owlses of the nasty Ministry does not find Mr. Harry Potter Sir. Letter from nasty Ministry can has tracking charms on them and can lead the very very bad people to Mr. Harry Potter Sir."

"Good thinking Dobby. I never knew about that. I don't dare send Hedwig anywhere now either. She's too well known and I don't want her to get hurt or worse. I guess we're stuck here for now. We can only hope Professor Dumbledore manages to find us before the Ministry does."

Silence dropped over the cave where wizard, owl and elf settled down, waiting to see what fate had next in store for them.
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