All the writing is my own with the people, places, ideas, etc coming from J.K.Rowling's amazing books and other HP fan fiction such as the brilliant work from The Magi (just wish he'd finish his last book!).
This is the first book I've ever written so I hope you like it. It may take me a while to finish it, but, I WILL finish it!
Harry Potter and the Veil Of Hope
Dreams or Nightmares
On one quiet street in Little Whinging, Surrey, a skinny 16 year old bespectacled boy couldn't sleep. The street is Privet Drive and the boy is Harry Potter, the boy who lived. He was tossing and turning, sweating and kept waking up every hour. His head so full of images of last month, back in the Department of Mysteries, inside the Ministry Of Magic, he was just unable to sleep.
He reached over to his bedside table and put on his glasses, then stared at the clock. It seemed to stick on 05:34 for several minutes.
He sat on the edge of his bed and put his head in his hands. He tried to concentrate on his scar, the scar he had received when Voldemort tried to murder him when he was one year old. He couldn't feel anything from his scar. The nightmare he'd just had wasn't a Voldemort induced nightmare.
'Right,' Harry thought, 'what can I do?'. He looked around his bedroom for anything he could be getting on with to take his mind off the events of last month.
'Bugger this,' he thought and put on an old tracksuit. He opened his bedroom door and made his way slowly and quietly down the stairs to the front door.
Harry wasn't particularly going anywhere ; he just pointed himself towards the park and started walking.
When Harry got to the park he sat down on the bench overlooking the park grounds. It was still early in the morning so no one was in the park. The only people up at that time on a Saturday morning are usually paperboys & girls & milkmen.
Whilst Harry was sat on the bench, he watched someone jogging around the perimeter of the park. He thought he'd get up and do the same. He wasn't one for exercising but he got up and started jogging. He managed to jog around the park twice before he got stitch in his side and decided to sit back down on the bench again.
After resting for a few minutes he got back up and made his way back to his aunt and uncles house on Privet Drive.
When Harry got back to the Dursley's, he let himself in and went up stairs to take a shower before the rest of the household got up.
After he'd showered and got changed he went back down stairs and started preparing breakfast.
Harry's uncle, Vernon, appeared first at the breakfast table and to save any arguments Harry served his breakfast straight away. He couldn't be bothered with arguing with the Dursley's so Harry didn't want to give them any opportunities to do so. Next came Harry's aunt, Petunia, and like his uncle Harry served her breakfast straight away.
Whilst Harry was waiting for Dudley to finally turn up, he made himself a bacon and tomato sandwich and ate in the kitchen out of the way. Before Harry went back upstairs he chopped a grapefruit in half and placed it at the table where Dudley usually sits.
"Boy, where do you think you're going?" uncle Vernon bellowed.
Harry replied "I'm going up stairs to study, you wouldn't want me to tell Mad Eye Moody I'm neglecting my studies would you?". Harry emphasized "Mad Eye", his uncle cringed. Harry didn't give his uncle time to reply, just went back upstairs with a grin on his face. He knew his uncle wouldn't make any comments if he was threatened with the thought of Mad Eye Moody coming to check up on him.
Harry spent the rest of the day in his room reading his spell books. He knew most, if not all of the spells as he'd taken his O.W.L.s (Ordinary Wizarding Level exams) only a couple of months ago. He lay back on his bed wondering how he could get to Diagon Alley to buy some new books. He wanted to get some more advanced spell books from Flourish & Blotts. 'If only I could apparate' he thought. He lay back on his bed and suddenly Harry had an idea; he remembered how Dumbledore told him that if he puts his mind to it, and because he didn't have any preconceptions about magic, he could do anything.
Harry new that apparating was tricky business; he could easily splinch himself if he wasn't careful but he wanted to try anyway. Harry put on his cloak and put his hood up and started pacing his room thinking about how to proceed. As Harry didn't know any transportation spells at all, he just stood still, closed his eyes and concentrated hard about apparating to the alley behind the Leaky Cauldron, where the doorway to Diagon Alley is. He concentrated really hard, clearing his mind and making up an image of where he wanted to go and willing himself there. After several minutes of trying to apparate eventually, with a POP, he was gone.
'Whoa, I did it!' Harry exclaimed.
Harry got out his wand and tapped the bricks in the wall behind the Leaky Cauldron, three up and two across. The bricks rearranged themselves to reveal the archway, the portal into Diagon Alley.
'This is amazing' Harry thought as he stepped onto the cobbled street.
He bowed his head and started walking along the street towards Flourish & Blotts. After only a few steps, he noticed people staring at him, 'why are they staring at me like that' he thought and then he suddenly realised that walking along with a large black cloak and hood over his face made him look like his most feared creature in the wizarding world, a dementor, either that or a Death Eater. He quickly removed his hood and brushed his fringe over his scar to make sure people wouldn't recognise him. Unless people knew him from Hogwarts, he realised that they wouldn't actually know his face.
He entered Flourish & Blotts, after nearly making a detour into Quality Quidditch Supplies, and started browsing around the shop for anything that took his eye. He turned a corner and nearly bumped straight into a girl with quite a lot of frizzy hair. 'Oh bugger!' he thought and quickly turned back. He'd nearly bumped into Hermione. He didn't fancy the idea of trying to explain to Hermione how he'd gotten to Diagon Alley on his own. He went around the bookcase, moved a couple of books, and watched Hermione through the bookcase.
"Mum, I can't decide which one to get Harry for his birthday. What do you think? Can I get them both?" Hermione asked her mother.
"I don't know dear, it's all fascinating to me. If you want to get both of them for Harry, I'm sure he'll appreciate them."
Harry bobbed around behind the bookcase trying to get a better look at the books Hermione was holding. He caught the name of the one in her left hand, it was The Dark Forces II: Offensive Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble. 'Ooo, that looks a good one' Harry thought; then he noticed Hermione putting the other one back on the shelf.
"I'll just get him this one" she said and walked off.
Harry looked through the bookcase, adjusted his glasses and managed to make out the title of the other book. He went back around the bookcase, peering around first to make sure Hermione wasn't there, and picked the book up. It was Advanced Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard. 'Well, thanks Hermione, I'll have this one' he thought.
Harry noticed through the bookcase that Hermione had made her purchase and was now exiting the shop. This gave Harry the chance to have a look around without being spotted by one of his best friends. He knew he'd have a lot of explaining to do if he was caught in Diagon Alley when everyone who knew him knew he didn't have any way of getting there.
After about ten minutes of looking around the shop, the manager came up to Harry and asked him if he could be of any assistance. "Err… yes… I'm looking for… for some books on… erm…" Harry suddenly realised that he didn't know what he was looking for and brushed his hair back absentmindedly with his hand.
"Oh, Mr Potter. It's an honour to have you back in my shop" said the manager, "are you looking for books for your sixth year at Hogwarts or… or something a little more adventurous?" he asked with a sparkle in his eye.
Harry leaned closer to the manager and replied "something a little more adventurous would do nicely please."
"Ah, please follow me." Harry followed the manager all around the book shop occasionally having a book thrust into his arms. "I think you'll find those VERY interesting" said the manager.
Harry looked at them all. He'd already picked up Advanced Defensive Magical Theory but in addition to that one, the manager had given him Advanced Transfiguration which was the larger, follow-on to The Guide To Advanced Transfiguration, Advanced Transportation Theory, Advanced Personal Charms, Advanced Elemental Magic and Advanced Legilimency & Occlumency.
"Thanks, you've been a great help, but, please don't tell anyone I've been here." Harry said as he paid for the books and left the shop.
"Okay, Mr Potter, Mums the word" the manager said as Harry left the shop and headed back to the alley behind the Leaky Cauldron to apparate back to Privet Drive.
He got back to the Leaky Cauldron, closed his eyes, concentrated about being back in his room then suddenly thought about his headmaster and with a POP he left the alley.
Harry suddenly dropped the books he was carrying when he was suddenly face to face with Professor Dumbledore who nearly fell back off his chair when Harry suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Harry!" Dumbledore exclaimed.
"Professor!" Harry said back.
"How did you get here?" Dumbledore asked in a rather worried tone.
"Erm… I was just trying to get back to Privet Drive professor" replied Harry, not wanting to lie to his headmaster.
"That's not what I meant Harry. I mean did you apparate here?" asked Dumbledore.
"Erm… yes professor"
Dumbledore got up, shook his head and said "I can't apparate; the protection wards seem to be in place, so how did you do it?"
"Erm… I just… did it… professor", stumbled Harry, "I'm sorry professor."
Dumbledore walked around his desk and with a wave of his hand he picked up the books Harry had dropped on the floor and started looking at the covers. He read out each of the book titles looking up at Harry as he did so.
Harry looked down at his feet and said again, "sorry professor."
"There's no need to be sorry Harry. This is certainly a shock but there's no need to be sorry. Now, what are you doing with these books? Some of these books aren't generally available to students"
"I wanted to expand my knowledge sir" Harry replied truthfully.
"Indeed" was all Dumbledore said. He then handed Harry his books and walked back around his desk and sat down.
After an uncomfortable silence Harry spoke, "what are you going to do sir?"
"Well Harry, I think the question is, what are you going to do?" Dumbledore replied.
"Seeing as you seem to have mastered apparating, into a protected area no less, is there anything else you would like to tell me?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well, I think you'd better head back to your aunt and uncles house before you are missed."
"And Harry… please stay there. If you can apparate through wards, I doubt anyone will be able to track you as you seem to be using magic the Ministry is as yet unaware of, including myself!"
"Yes sir. Thank you sir."
And with a POP, Harry was back in his room at Privet Drive.
'Well, that was interesting' Harry thought, 'I'm going to have to start reading these books.'
Harry spent the rest of the day reading through the Advanced Transportation Theory book to find out more about apparating. There were some interesting theories in the book about apparating to your destination and only partially materialising but none mentioned anything about apparating inside protected areas.
Harry decided to practice apparating. He checked downstairs, no one was around so he apparated back to his room and then back to the kitchen, then into the living room and back up to his bedroom. He practiced this until he didn't even have to concentrate very hard.
He started pacing his bedroom again thinking about what to do next. He apparated down into the kitchen and made himself a sandwich. When he sat down at the kitchen table he noticed a note from the Dursley's:
Gone on holiday.
Be back on the 2nd of August.
Don't make any mess and don't invite any of your freaky friends around!
'Oh good, no Dursley's' he thought. Just then, the doorbell rang. Harry answered it; suddenly a walking stick was thrust at him and an irate Mrs Figg entered.
"What on earth do you think you're doing? Professor Dumbledore told me about your unexpected visit earlier…"
And with that and a POP, Harry apparated to his room.
"Oi!" Mrs Figg exclaimed and started muttering to herself.
Harry heard footsteps coming up the stairs so he apparated back down to the kitchen.
"Harry! Where've you gone!"
Harry picked up the rest of his sandwich and finished it off. He smiled at his new found ability and waited for Mrs Figg to enter the living room.
Footsteps were heard coming back down the stairs and she barged into the living room towards the kitchen and Harry apparated behind her.
"Ooo you little sod!"
Mrs Figg turned around and came at him again waving her stick and Harry apparated back into the kitchen. He just couldn't control himself; he was having too much fun and started laughing.
Just then he noticed Mad Eye Moody standing at the door to the living room. Moody started clapping, "Very good Potter. I see you're having fun"
"Fun! Fun! I'll give him fun!" Mrs Figg exclaimed.
"Now now Arabela, calm down. I'll take it from here." said Moody.
Mrs Figg stormed off muttering to herself and Moody came in and sat down.
"Erm… Professor, what brings you here?" asked Harry.
"Harry, I'm not your professor, remember? Please call me Alastor, at least when nobody's around! I'm here to keep an eye on you, and no jokes!"
"Oh" said Harry simply, smiling at the 'eye' joke.
"I'm also to see how you're getting on with apparating. I heard you apparated into Dumbledore's office and until now I didn't believe it. I thought we were going to have to replace the headmaster!" said Moody, obviously thinking Dumbledore imagined it.
"I think I'm getting the hang of it now. I had to really concentrate at first, but now it just happens almost without even thinking about it."
"Good, good. Now, I understand from Dumbledore that you bought some rather interesting books today. Are you planning on studying on your own or were you intending on getting any help?"
"No one was supposed to find out. Visiting the headmaster was an accident." replied Harry, looking down at his feet.
"I see. Well, I can't stay here all day. If you need any help, remember, you have friends in the Order that will help you. I believe Tonks is itching to see you again!" Moody said, with a glint in his good eye.
As Moody got up to go, Harry called out "can you ask Tonks to drop by sometime?"
"Will do" was Moody's reply with a smile, "oh, and Harry? You can practice magic in the house but not outside, okay, well, unless it's an emergency? You wouldn't want the Ministry to expel you from Hogwarts now would you?".
Harry nodded and apparated back up to his room for some more practice. He decided to apparate wherever possible for the practice.
He sat back down on his bed and picked up the Advanced Transportation Theory book again and began to read.
Harry woke up tossing and turning again and sweating profusely. His head was full again of images of his godfather and he was just unable to sleep.
He looked at the clock, which read 05:34.
Harry didn't waste any time. He got up and changed into his tracksuit bottoms and put on a t-shirt and ran down the stairs and out the door.
Instead of walking to the park, he decided to jog. When he reached the park he was ready for a rest and slumped down onto the bench straight away.
Just then someone sat down next to Harry on the bench, she had a pale heart-shaped face, dark twinkling eyes and long wavy pink hair and was wearing a very tight fitting pair of lycra shorts and top.
"Tonks!" Harry exclaimed with a big smile on his face.
"Good to see you too Harry" she said as she leaned over and gave Harry a peck on the cheek. "I heard off Alastor that you wanted to see me?"
Harry looked down at his feet slightly embarrassed "Yes, I wanted to talk to you about transfiguration."
"Oh, okay. Shall we head back to Privet Drive then?" she asked.
"Yes, I think it's best to."
They both got up and jogged back to the Dursley's. When they arrived, Harry realised he'd locked the door and forgotten the key. "Oh bugger. I've locked myself out."
Tonks rolled her eyes and got out her wand; she said "I'll open it for you"
"Where were you hiding that?" Harry replied with a grin, "never mind, I'll open it" and with a wave of his hand the door opened.
"Harry, when did you learn to do that?" Tonks asked.
"Oh, I don't know. I've been able to do things like that since I can remember."
"Cool" said Tonks.
They both entered the house and went upstairs into Harry's bedroom.
"Erm.. Tonks… I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay" said Tonks with a smile.
"Erm… okay" said Harry, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
Harry stepped back out onto the landing and into the bathroom to take a shower. When he got out the shower, he realised he hadn't brought in any clean clothes. Not wanting to go back into his bedroom naked where a beautiful young witch was, he raised his hand, concentrated and summoned his clothes. He got the shock of his life when the clothes he held up were tight lycra shorts and top. "Oh my…"
Tonks appeared at the bathroom door and leant up against the door frame. Harry stared at the sight.
Tonks asked "anything you would like to tell me Harry?" teased Tonks as she stood there naked.
"Oh… I'm so sorry" he replied and realised his natural teenage urges were becoming quite obvious. Harry quickly covered himself up and Tonks came into the bathroom.
"My turn to use the shower I think?" asked Tonks.
"Erm… yes…" said Harry, highly embarrassed.
Harry quickly returned to his room and put on some clean clothes and waited for Tonks to come out of the shower, pacing up and down his room as he waited. 'Bugger… bugger… bugger…' Harry kept saying to himself. Then he noticed that his Advanced Transfiguration book was open on his bed and he sat down to read the page it was opened on.
Harry read the page explaining the first stage of Animagus training, which was to practice growing and retracting his hair and finger nails. He stood up and concentrated and managed to grow both his hair and his finger nails without any problems. He'd already grown his hair in the past when his aunt Petunia had cut his hair off and Harry grew it back.
Tonks came back in his room with a towel wrapped around her and Harry retracted his hair and nails. "Well done" she said as she picked up her clothes and went back into the bathroom. Harry smiled and continued practicing. He faced the mirror so he could watch himself as he grew his hair and then retracted it.
'Well, that's the easy bit, what's next' Harry thought.
He read the next bit in the book about having to elongate the bones. 'Mmm… okay… let's try that'. He stood back in front of the mirror and concentrated on making his hands and feet grow as well as growing his hair and finger nails.
Tonks came back into his room, fully clothed this time, and clapped her hands. "Excellent, you look just like Dung!" she exclaimed. She was of course referring to Mundungus Fletcher. When Harry heard this he suddenly fell down on all fours and suddenly grew five times the size and then abruptly shrunk back and collapsed onto the floor.
Tonks immediately dropped down next to Harry and scooped him up in her arms. "What happened Harry?" she asked worriedly.
"I… I don't know" Harry replied.
"What were you trying to change into? It was big, whatever it was"
"I wasn't trying to change into anything. I was just trying to make my hands and feet grow" replied Harry.
"Let's go downstairs and try again. If you change into whatever that was again, I think you'll need more room!" Tonks exclaimed.
"Okay. I'm feeling a bit peckish now. I think I'll cook us some breakfast first"
They both got up off the floor and headed down to the kitchen.
As Harry was cooking breakfast, he heard a tapping noise on the window. It was a large brown owl. Harry let it in through the back door and it flew straight to Tonks.
"It's the Prophet. I wonder if there's anything interesting in it. It's been too quiet lately." Tonks said. She put some money into the owl's pouch and it flew off picking up some bacon rind Harry was holding up on its way out the door.
Harry served breakfast and they both scanned the Daily Prophet for any new stories that could possibly be about Voldemort, but there wasn't any. Surprisingly enough there wasn't anything about Harry in there either.
Harry cleared the plates away and Tonks asked "are you ready to try again?"
"Yes, I think so."
The same thing happened, Harry transformed into the same big beast and then immediately collapsed onto the floor sweating.
"Harry! I think it's a lion!" exclaimed Tonks "Your hair colour changed for a split second before you collapsed again."
"I saw… I saw… oh, I don't know what I saw" spluttered Harry. He looked sorrowfully down and Tonks sat down on the floor next to him. She put her arm around his shoulders and said "don't worry Harry, you can't be expected to be an Animagus in only a few attempts. It takes years to master."
"It's not that" replied Harry, "it's just that I'm only trying to go slow but all of a sudden I get a… a kind of… vision and then it all goes blank. I wish I could see Sirius."
Tonks pulled Harry towards her in a tight embrace. "I know… I know… I miss him too."
"What do you see in your… in the vision?" Tonks asked.
"I wasn't too sure until you told me I looked like a lion. But it seams more than that. It's like a memory of someone else turning into it."
"Well," said Tonks, "they say that the animal chooses the Animagus so perhaps your animal is trying to show itself to you. Try concentrating on turning into the animal without actually turning into the animal and see if you can see it."
"Okay. I'll give it a go." Harry said. He sat upright, legs crossed, closed his eyes and concentrated. It seemed to Harry that he'd put himself in a trance for hours but he opened his eyes and turned to Tonks and she asked "what happened, can't you see it?"
Harry had a tear running down his cheek, he leaned over and hugged Tonks and said, "I saw it, I know who it was, it was Gryffindor!"
"Gryffindor? What do you mean Harry? Hogwarts?"
"No. Godric Gryffindor! I think he's trying to tell me something. When I closed my eyes I saw him change into a griffin, but, that's not all, I think he was trying to show me something, or somewhere." Harry trailed off. What was Gryffindor trying to show him, was he trying to show him anything, he didn't know.
"Harry, I think you need to speak to Dumbledore. I see this going beyond me. I may be a Metamorphmagus, but I don't know much about being an Animagus and certainly nothing about visions. You only closed your eyes for a couple of seconds." Tonks said.
"No. I want you… I… I need you to be here for me. I've never done anything like this before and I'm… I'm… I need you." Harry said rather worriedly.
Tonks gathered Harry up in her arms again and they sat with each other on the floor. Things where starting to move too fast for Harry. Within 24 hours he'd learned to apparate into areas with anti-apparition wards around them and was partway into becoming an Animagus, which should take years to accomplish. All Harry knew at that moment was the peace and tranquillity of being held by Tonks. Harry found himself drifting off to sleep in her arms.
Harry awoke to find himself lying on the settee, he picked up his glasses and looked over to find Tonks and someone else sat at the breakfast table.
"Oh, he's awake." said Tonks.
The other person turned around. "Professor Dumbledore!" exclaimed Harry.
"Harry. I heard about what happened this morning…"
"Oh sir I can explain, I only tried to summon my clothes…"
"Sorry? Harry, I'm talking about your Animagus training."
"Oh" Harry said turning bright red. Tonks had a smile on her face and also blushed.
After a few moments of silence, Dumbledore spoke "You mind telling me about it?" looking between Tonks and Harry.
"Well sir" said Tonks, "Harry had just come out of the shower…"
"About the Animagus training?" said Dumbledore, eyes sparkling.
"Oh" said Tonks, turning red again.
"I think I had a vision sir, of Godric Gryffindor." Harry said.
"Indeed. Go on." Dumbledore replied.
"Well, I was in my bedroom with Tonks," said Harry. Tonks went red again and Dumbledore's eyes sparkled again. "Yes Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry explained "Well, I was planning on taking it slowly with just growing my hair and nails first, which I did fine, then I tried growing my hands and feet when suddenly I changed and then collapsed on the floor. I didn't know what happened at first. Then I tried again down here and the same thing happened. Tonks told me to just try thinking about it instead of trying to change and that's when I think I had a vision of Godric Gryffindor."
"Indeed. Do you know the story about Godric Gryffindor Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well Harry, you must realise by now that you are the heir of Gryffindor?"
"I never really thought about it" said Harry "but seeing as I've already used the sword of Gryffindor which the sorting hat gave me, I don't find it hard to believe."
"Something important must be happening for you to be contacted by Godric Gryffindor from the next realm. He must want you to expand your knowledge and training for some reason. The only thing I can suggest is that you keep it up under the supervision of Tonks here. I'm sure you won't mind if Tonks stays with you for a while?" Dumbledore asked with a twinkle in his eyes again.
"No sir. I don't mind" Harry said, smiling at Tonks.
"Well, I will leave you two alone. Any problems, you know where to reach me." And with saying that, Dumbledore got up and left.
The rest of the day was spent meditating under the supervision of Tonks. Although saying that, she spent most of the day in front of the television as she hadn't seen one for a while, having spent most of her time in the wizarding world.
It was getting late and Harry was getting tired. "I'm off to bed now" Harry told Tonks.
"Okay" Tonks replied smiling, "see you in the morning."