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HARRY POTTER AND A NEW 'ORDER' OF THINGS
By: Devonny Rose

CH1: The Start of Summer

July 31st, 1995

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hi! I hope you're having a good summer and that the Dursleys aren't treating you too badly. Well anyway, I'm writing you this from Bulgaria. I accepted Viktor's invitation and am really glad I did! It's amazing here! The people are so cultured! And Viktor's family treat me so well. His younger sister helped me with the first of your presents (Yes, there is more than one).

But really, Harry, how are you holding up? You don't believe Cedric's death is your fault do you? Harry, you better not be sitting around, moping. If I find out you are, I'll come and kick your butt!

I've got to run. I'm going to watch one of Viktor's Quidditch practices. Hope to see you soon.

Love,

Hermione

P.S. Please don't tell Ron where I am. He gets touchy about that for some reason.

P.P.S. Write lots of letters.

P.P.P.S. Make sure to study for the O.W.L.s!!!

Alright, this journal was one of the "more than one" presents Hermione was talking about in her letter. It came with a note that said, quite clearly, "Write all the time, I'll know if you don't" which slightly creeps me out. I have a feeling that Hermione not only has eyes in the back of her head, but in the back of mine as well.

Anyway, I suppose she wants me to write out all my feelings and release the pain and blah, blah, blah. I'm getting sick of people acting like I can't take care of myself. I'm not two!!! If I get one more letter with someone asking me how I'm "holding up", I will seriously snap. It's just...Arrrggg!!! Woah, breath, Harry, breath. Okay, Okay, so maybe I do need something to vent to. I hate it when she's right! Oh, I should probably open her other gift.

That was nice of her. She got me a picture of her, Ron, and me from October in 3rd year. And she made a frame with red and gold leaves around it. Very thoughtful. Hermione knows me so well.

I just realized I should probably explain who Ron and Hermione are. And who I am for that matter. My full name is Harry James Potter. I'm 15 years old (as of ten minutes ago) and attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (5th year). Now, you probably think I'm delusional for that, but it's true. I'm a wizard. It was a big shock for me, too. You see...I really hate telling this story, but.... when I was one year old an evil Dark wizard called Lord Voldemort (most call him You Know Who) murdered my parents, Lily and James Potter. And here's the weird part, he tried to use Avada Kedavra [that's the killing curse...very movie-like (green light, whooshy noises-you know the drill)], but it didn't work. Instead, the curse rebounded upon him and he lost all his powers, turning him into a ghosty thing, and ending his eleven year reign of terror. I just got left with a scar on my forehead shaped like a lightning-bolt. Then, in my headmaster, Albus Dumbledore's, infinite wisdom, I was left to be raised by my Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon Dursley. My Aunt was my mom's sister and they couldn't be more different. Petunia, Vernon, and their son, Dudley, are Muggles (non-magical) and they hate anything they call "abnormal". That includes magic and, with that, me. Not that I mind. I really don't stay around the house much, being at school during the year and (at least this summer) anywhere but here. Anyway, to make a long story short, when I was eleven, I was accepted to Hogwarts, told I was a famous wizard, and that the scar on forehead served as a virtual bull's-eye for trouble.

And Ron and Hermione. They are my two best friends. Ron is from an old wizarding family-the Weasleys, my favorite family in the world. There are nine-Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and there children (ages from oldest to youngest)-Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George (twins), Ron, and Ginny (the only girl). I've spent every summer since I started school with them and hope to be able to go soon. Their house, the Burrow, is the best place in the world (besides Hogwarts). It is so...magical. Anyway, Hermione Granger is my other best friend. She is a Muggle-born and is possibly the smartest witch I have ever met. And, through everything, she has stuck by my side. Even last year, when the whole school, including Ron, was against me, she believed in me. I couldn't ask for better. Hermione, Ron, and me have been through loads. Trolls, three-headed dogs named Fluffy, giant snakes, Norbert the Norwiegen Ridgeback (type of dragon), Voldemort, traitoress Death-Eater rats, a Hungarian Horntail (yet another dragon), the Forbidden Forest, mutant spiders, and even our first dance. We've been together through thick and thin. I can't wait to see them again!

I just got a letter from Sirius. Oh, I forgot to tell you about him. Sirius Black is my godfather and one of the most infamous convicts in the wizarding world. When I was in my 3rd year at Hogwarts, he escaped prision. That's when I found out that, not only he was my godfather, but was framed. See, my parents knew Voldemort was after them, so they used the Fidelius Charm. This is suppose to conceal a secret inside a single person. That person, the Secret-Keeper, is the only one who can find it and it will stay secret unless the person chooses to divulge it. Everyone thought that Sirius would be the Secret-Keeper, but he thought they should make it another friend, Peter Pettigrew, for that very reason. Well, as you know, Peter betrayed us. And the day after, Sirius tracked Peter down. Before he could do anything however, Peter shouted that Sirius betrayed us, blew up the street, cut off his finger, and transformed into a rat down the sewer. He lived as Ron's pet, Scabbers, all those years.

I need to explain the whole rat-transformation thing, too, don't I? When my Dad was at school, he had three friends, Sirius, Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin. Well, it turned out, Remus was a werewolf. So, to help him during his changes, the three other friends became Animagus (people who can turn into animals). My dad was a stag, Sirius a big, black, dog, and Pettigrew was a rat. They even had nicknames-Prongs, Padfoot, and Wormtail, respectively. And you can't forget Moony.

Well, Sirius managed to turn into a dog and escape Azkaban, the wizards' prison, where he spent 12 years. When he got out, Remus was Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at school, and the whole story got out. Unfortunately, Wormtail escaped and Sirius had to stay on the run. If I had just let Remus and Sirius kill Wormtail...

No use dwelling on what might have been. What's done is done, and now I have to live with the consequences.

Hold on, there are more owls at the window. I'll write more later, that should make Hermione happy.

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And with that, Harry Potter set down his quill and went over to his window.