Power and Responsibility: Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.
It was the middle
of summer, the sun high in the sky, beating down relentlessly upon those
unfortunate enough to be outside without protection.
It turned out it could.
Harry ground his teeth as his aunt ordered him to re-do the fencing for the herb-garden for the eighth time, her shrill voice jarring his senses horrendously and antagonising his headache.
Petunia," he muttered, setting down his trowel and trudging sullenly
over to the area he had been forced to re-work for the last four days.
Picking up the spade and yanking out the fence posts visciously, he muttered
dark threats under his breath as he worked.
Looks a bit like Lapus Lazuli, he thought to himself.
Then it began to grow warm.
Alarmed, Harry attempted to release the item, but found he could not uncurl his own fingers from around the cylindrical object. It took him a moment to realise that the sand within had suddenly flowed from the top to the bottom in a singal, smooth movement. A glow manifested itself on the upper part of the hourglass, and he mouthed the words that had begun to glow on the blue-tinted glass that roiled like an angry storm on a warm summer's eve.
mane apud tempus,
As soon as the last word passed his lips, he realised he had spoken the words aloud instead of staying silent as was his wish. He dimly heard his Aunt screeching something about 'none of that magic nonsense in this house' when the sharp tug at his navel that signalled a portkey activation washed through him.
With a lurch, Harry Potter disappeared, the hourglass hovering in the air for a moment before a loud 'pop' signalled its departure, silver motes of light glittering in the air to fall to the squashed grass below.