Harry
Potter And The Immortals
By; Gerald A. Polley
Chapter 1
There was a rap on Harry Potter's door and he heard his cousin
Dudley's voice. "Hey come on, sleepy head!" his cousin
was saying, "Time to get up! Can I come in?"
"Sure!" Harry cried out.
Something very odd was going on and Harry wanted to know what it
was. His uncle and aunt had picked him up at the train station,
something they had never done before, and his aunt had written to
him mid season at Hogwarts, saying she was sorry she had
neglected him for so long and really would appreciate knowing
what was going on at school! When Professor Dumbledor had been
murdered her letters had actually been an anchor that had held
Harry to reality. But he still desired to know what had brought
on this change. His cousin entered and sat down on the bed.
"Have anything planned today, Harry?" he asked.
"No!" Harry answered. "Why?"
"Well, I've joined a soccer league," his cousin
answered. "We've got practice this morning and a game this
afternoon. I was wondering if you'd like to come along."
"I think I would enjoy that," Harry answered, "but
what got you interested in soccer, Dudley?"
"Oh!" Dudley explained, "Dad's new business
partner, Mr. Potter. He says I have a great talent and should not
ignore it, that I need to lose some weight and get more active
and soccer would be the best thing. And you know, when I got
playing I found I liked it! I've actually made friends! Do you
have sports at your school? Do you play soccer?"
"No," Harry answered, "we play a game flying on
our brooms called Quidditch. It's really rough, but it's
enjoyable, too. I play a position called seeker."
"Wow!" Dudley gasped, "That must be something!
I'll sure like to see you play sometime."
"Well, the games are always on the weekend," Harry
offered, "and muggle family members often come to watch the
students play. I could arrange it."
"Great!" Dudley cried, "We'd better get
downstairs. Breakfast is just about ready. Ever since mom got so
involved with the orphans she doesn't have time to cook so we
hired somebody. He's a strange little man, but he sure can cook!
I don't know how he manages to do all the other stuff in the
house, but he's a marvel!"
"Will be glad to meet him!" Harry commented, still
bewildered by everything. They went downstairs and entered the
kitchen. There at the stove in a neat little cook's outfit was a
house elf!
"Dobby?" Harry remarked.
"Oh! I don't use the name Dobby any more," the elf
answered, "to everyone around here I'm Mr. Dobbs! Hello, Mr.
Potter!"
"Well!" Harry's cousin giggled, "I'm not surprised
you two have met. But please, Mr. Dobbs, we have asked you to
call us by our personal names. This is Harry, not Mr.
Potter!"
The elf smiled and nodded. "Of course, Dudley!" he
answered. "Breakfast is coming right up, Harry! I believe
Petunia wanted to speak to you."
Harry went into the dining area. His aunt was just finishing her
breakfast. "Ah! Harry!" she piped. "I was
wondering, would you be too upset coming to the orphanage and
giving the orphans a little pep talk to tell them that though life
has its difficulties, it's worth living, and things work out? You
do not know what it would mean to some of these children to have
someone that has been through what they've been through to talk
with them!"
"Well," Harry gasped, "certainly, Aunt Petunia.
I'd be delighted!"
"Good! Good!" his aunt said. She got up and kissed
Dudley on the cheek. "Don't worry dear," she promised,
"I'll make it to the game. My secretary has promised to
handcuff me and drag me to the car and bring me to the the game
if she has to!"
"Good mum!" Dudley answered. Harry's aunt hesitated a
moment then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
"There's something I want to say, Harry," she began,
"but I don't know quite how."
Harry put his finger on her lips. "It's all right," he
answered, "I know what you want to say. It's o.k.!" His
aunt smiled. "You're a wonderful person Harry!" she
praised. "I wish there were more people in the world like
you!"
"I'll second that!" came his uncle's voice. "Come
on, boys, let's eat! I've got to get going and Mr. Potter will be
here in a while to pick you up."
They all got down to their breakfast. "Don't you drive Aunt
Petunia?" Harry asked.
"Oh no!" his uncle answered, "A driver from the
orphanage picks her up and takes her everywhere she needs to
go." Harry nodded. They finished their breakfast and went
outside. His uncle got in his car and drove off. A few minutes
later a limo pulled up. The driver got out and opened the door.
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