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Summary: At the end of Harry Potter's 4th Year he returns to the Dursleys. Five days later there is a Death Eater attack at Privet Drive. The entire Wizarding world is mourning the loss of the Boy-Who-Died. Two years later on September 1st all students arrive for another year at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry.
In the Great Hall students are catching up with friends and finding their way to their respective house tables, settling down for the start of term feast. Unnoticed by everyone was a man wearing dark green robes, with his face covered by his hood from the moonlight. This man was on the Hogwarts grounds approaching the Great Hall…………………………………………………………………………
Return Of The Elemental
Chapter 1 – Homecoming
Harry took one last look at his friends who were waving at him with all the same sad and worried faces. Harry then fell behind the Dursleys and retreated back to their car. To say the trip back to Number 4 Privet Drive was uneventful would be an understatement to say the least, chaotic would be a better way to describe it. Vernon Dursley was ranting on about freaks and what he would do to such people if it were up to him. All the while spit was flying from his mouth and landing on all the windows in his range, which was an achievement in itself considering the size of the Dursleys brand new car.
There were two reasons the Dursleys had decided to by a new vehicle. 1st - Everyone on Privet Drive had a new car, so being the people that the Dursleys were and not wanting anyone to think that they were better than them, bought the biggest, newest, 4 wheel drive that money could buy. In fact the Dursleys were so in love with their new "Beast" as Dudley Dursley liked to call it, that they were very reluctant to even let Harry in it. Vernon Dursley even considered putting him on top and tying him to the roof racks. But in the end Harry jumped in the back with Dudley.
The 2nd reason for the new car was sitting next to Harry, Dudley Dursley. Dudley had now grown to the size of a baby hippo and with a hunger to match. On the way back to Privet Drive they made five stops because Dudley was hungry. So every stop Dudley went into the fast food restaurant and came back with a meal that would have lasted Harry the whole week. And so this routine continued, Dudley would complain about being underfed and that nobody loved him, so Uncle Vernon would stop at the nearest fat food joint and give Dudley 100 pounds to buy anything he wanted. Dudley would return with his food and eat everything in front of Harry so fast that Harry was surprised he didn't choke. Petunia Dursley would just watch her son devour a feast worthy of an army and still say that he was still her little duddykins.
This was more than Harry could take so he turned his attention to the scenery outside his window, which now meant he was left with his thoughts which was as bad as watching dinky-duddums swallow his food like a duck. Harry was 14 turning 15 in July, and has seen more things in his life that would make a grown man cry. Just two weeks ago he saw a friend being murdered right in front of his eyes. He then watched helplessly as he was used a tool to raise Lord Voldemort, most feared dark wizard since the legendary Grindelwald. Then being released to duel the creature that had killed so many before him. Harry tried not to think about it but images kept popping into his head of that terrible night of the third task of the Tri-Wizard tournament. He shook his head to clear it and tried to get some sleep……
He awoke hours later in the "beast" which was parked in the driveway of number 4 Privet Drive. "Nice of them to wake me" Harry said to himself. He rubbed his eyes, hopped out of the car and retrieved his belongings from the back. He walked straight up to his bedroom lugging his trunk and hedwig behind him. Once inside he shut the door and set his trunk on the floor and then walked over to his desk and placed hedwig upon it. He then opened his window hoping to catch the lingering breeze, Harry looked up at the night sky and just marvelled at how peaceful it looked. It had been ten minutes since he was looking out the window when he saw a large screech owl flying towards him. Harry backed away from the window and let the owl fly in through it, the owl circled him and landed on his desk, stuck its leg out that was holding the letter and left soon as its burden was unattached the screech owl flew off into the night. Harry opened the letter and read:
Dear Mr Potter
I write this letter with a proposition for you.
I have watched you for many years now observing your growth in magical abilities
and believe with further training that you will become one of the most powerful
wizards this world has ever seen. I wish to be the wizard to train you; it would be a great honour for me
to pass on what I have learnt in my life. If you accept this proposition you must be ready to leave
within three days. I will come and talk to you on the third day after you have received this letter at
11o'clock at night, but if you decline I will think nothing of it and leave you to live your life in fear.
But let me tell you this, if you accept you will have enough power to rid the world of all
evil especially Lord Voldemort. So think wisely young Harry, I will be seeing you.
Harry stared at the letter in shock. He was being watched by a stranger, a stranger that wanted to train him. He quickly found his way over to his bed and sat down. He re-read the letter a few times trying to figure out who would send such a proposition. Then it hit him, what if it was a trap by Lord Voldemort himself. But if Lord Voldemort or his Death Eaters were to come and get him surely they would not give him a warning. He was deciding whether to bother his friends or Sirius or maybe even the Headmaster of Hogwarts Albus Dumbledore.
In the end Harry decided to sleep on it and think about it tomorrow. He quickly got changed in his pyjamas and jumped into bed, where fell into an uneasy sleep where he was disturbed by a man dressed in dark green robes. Surrounding this man was an aura of the purest white light, but the man was mumbling something to Harry which he couldn't make out. He tried to get closer to this man but the closer he got the more powerful the light became in which he had to cover his eyes with his arms, suddenly the light was gone and Harry woke up in his bedroom, he turned to the bedside clock. It was only 2o'clock in the morning so he shook off his dream and rolled over and fell to sleep seconds later.
Harry was awoken by his cousin Dudley at 7:30am the next day with a glass of cold water tipped on his head. Harry sat up to watch the retreating form of Dudley trying to fit through the bedroom doorframe, trying and failing. While Harry was laughing at Dudley a strange thing happened. He was laughing so hard that he didn't notice a small storm building in his bedroom, the next second there was a clap of thunder that shook the whole house off its hinges. Harry then looked up and stared wide eyed at the mini storm, just then an evil thought occurred in his mind and he instinctively stuck his hand out at the still struggling Dudley and sent a mini lightning bolt at him that hit him square on his big fat arse. The bolt sent him flying out the door and he fell face first down in the hall with a big scorch mark left on his pants. Dudley then looked back at his skinny little cousin with a fury in his eyes.
For you see Dudley very often gets laughed at. No kid was stupid enough because they knew if they even smirked at Dudley they would get the shit kicked out of them. But right now there was his stupid little cousin staring at him with the biggest smirk anyone could produce. Dudley then got up and charged to Harry's room only to be blown back down the stairs by a sudden gust of wind.
Harry watched as Dudley got up and ran to his room, he then once again threw out his hand again and watched as a gust of wind sprung from his palm which hurled Dudley back down the hall. Harry then turned his arm towards his door and sent another gush of wind to close it. Harry was so surprised at what he just did that he just sat in his bed all morning contemplating the acts of nature that he just conjured. It was lunch time when he finally got out of bed, he put some of Dudley's hand me downs on and made his way out of his bedroom and down towards the Dursleys kitchen.
As soon as his first step was heard all three Dursleys looked up with all the same expressions of hatred on their faces.
His uncle than got up and started shouting at him.
"WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY IT BOY?"
"What did I mean by what?" asked Harry knowing full well that he was talking about the incident with his precious little hippo.
"Don't play the fool with me boy or I shall shut you in your room all summer" stated uncle Vernon.
Harry didn't know what to say, he couldn't even explain what happened if he tried.
"WELL" shouted his uncle.
"I can't tell you, I don't even know myself" Harry said trying to defend himself.
"Oh really" said uncle Vernon with a maniacal smile and an evil glint in his eyes. "In that case" he whispered dangerously "you're going to spend the whole holidays in your bedroom and you'll only leave when we permit it, and we'll consider letting you out when and if you decide to tell us what you did to Dudley."
So with that Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry by the scruff of the neck and dragged him to his bedroom. Once there Uncle Vernon threw Harry in and locked the door all the while laughing like a bloody madman.
And so it went for the next two days, Harry was let out to use the toilet and bathroom facilities. Got fed twice a day with cold soup and stale bread. He was starting to once again feel prisoner in his own mind. As he woke on the third day it took him a while to realise why he was feeling so worried. Harry was worried because tonight at 11o'clock he was expecting the arrival of the mysterious wizard who sent Harry the letter about wanting to train him. So like the other days he went about his daily rituals of trying to figure out what the visions that he kept getting every night whilst sleeping meant. For he kept seeing the man in dark green robes every time he closed his eyes, always mumbling something that Harry couldn't hear now matter how hard he strained his ears to listen, and when he tried to get closer the man would vanish in a burst of white light.
So Harry just sat at his desk and looked out his window and watched the day pass by. Finally when the sun set he decided to start watching his bedside clock waiting for 11o'clock.
10:57pm; Harry's heart rate was starting to pick, his palms were getting sweaty.
10:58pm; Harry could hear the Dursleys snoring, he was hoping the stranger would not make a loud entrance. Come to think of it Harry didn't even know how this man was arriving.
10:59pm; His heart beat would sure to wake the Dursleys if the intruder failed.
11:03pm; Harry was starting to get a little impatient. Not only did this man not stick to his time, but Harry was starting to wonder if this man was even real or just a joke being played by the weasley twins or maybe it was even Draco malf BOOM. Harry rolled off his bed and fell on his head using a few well chosen words on the way. He looked over his bed, and then tried to cover his eyes. His bedroom was filled with the same white light that he has been seeing in his dreams followed by another loud BOOM that Harry recognised as a thunderclap. The well chosen words were spoken again but this time not by Harry. "Why must I always land on my head, said a rather annoyed but slightly amused voice, you would think that after 1000 years that I would land the right way up." The light was fading now and Harry could see the man from his dreams, he was dressed in the same dark green robes, he was about a foot taller than Harry and had what looked like a long silvery beared that looked awfully familiar.
Harry shook himself out of his reverie and stood up next to his bed and walked around to stand a few metres away from this man. This all went unnoticed by the man who was still mumbling to himself tapping what looked to Harry like a staff on his desk. Harry decided to get this man's attention.
"Excuse me Professor Dumbledore but are you alright" asked Harry who was quite sure that the man standing before him was the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
The man stopped mumbling and lifted his hood up to show Harry that it wasn't his Headmaster but a man that Harry had only seen in ancient books of Great Wizards.
"No I'm not Albus but I will be alright". Harry could only gasp in shock and stand as straight as a ruler as the man approached him, and then said. "Hello Harry it's nice to finally meet you." Then seeing Harry's disbelief he stuck out his hand. "Oh how rude of me, let me introduce myself. My name is Merlin".
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