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Harry Potter

Title: Harry Potter and the Sword of Angels
Author: Lord Orion
Rating: Rated R for language and sexual elements
Genre: General/Romance
Warning: This story contains slash, language, sexual elements, and a horrible suspense that not even I can stand (which is really sad considering that I'm the author).
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and characters are the property of J.K. Rowling, with the exclusion of several Original Characters, mine and my Editor's. I hold no legal or financial advantages from using Harry Potter and characters, etc., so don't sue me.

Summary: In Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts, things begin to change. Voldemort has new recruits among his ranks, mysterious new students have arrived, and.... Malfoy is no longer evil?! In a time where war is imminent, and new allies must be made, to what extent will either side go in order to gain supreme power, or ultimate peace?

Harry Potter woke up with a tingling feeling of excitement in his chest. Today he was to be rid of the Dursley’s forever. Harry had owled Professor Dumbledore, the only person he knew who could help him, two weeks ago about how horrible his uncle and aunt were treating him. They had shut him back up in the cupboard by day, and only let him out at nighttime as long as he promised to do no magic. Uncle Vernon, being the stupid git that he always was, never said that he couldn't owl his friends. The Dursley’s received a Howler from Dumbledore two days later. They had unwillingly complied with the wizard’s demands that Harry was to be treated as before, and was quickly moved back up to Dudley's second bedroom. Under the threats that Harry would do magic out in the front lawn for the whole neighbourhood to see, Uncle Vernon had agreed to let him have complete freedom. He could owl his friends, along with the guarantee that they wouldn't complain, as long as the owl came in and out only at night.

Harry immediately took advantage of this situation and owled Hermione, Ron, and his godfather Sirius, who was staying with Professor Lupin in his small cottage on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, and told them what had happen. Sirius, in his usually tempered self, went straight to Dumbledore and ordered him to move Harry to a place better suited for him. Sirius thought that Dumbledore would assume that Black meant for him to take care of Harry, but instead, Dumbledore thought it better to let the Weasleys take care of Harry for the summer. Needless to say, Sirius turned on his heel and left Hogwarts in a bad temper, swearing to Hell and back that Dumbledore was off his rocker.

The night after that violent episode between Sirius Black and the old professor, Harry had received a package with an enclosed letter from Dumbledore:

Dear Harry,

Ms. Granger has informed me of your situation, and I am deeply sorry to hear that you are suffering. Thus, I have prepared a small package for you. It has enough Floo powder to get you to the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley has agreed to let you stay with her family for the rest of the summer. Once you leave the Dursley’s however, you will not be protected with the wards around the house. They will be lifted and transferred upon your arrival at The Burrow.

In addition, please realize that once you leave the Dursley’s, they have no obligation to take you back in after your sixth year at Hogwarts. Fortunately, I have made arrangements for you to be under the guardianship of Sirius Black and Professor Lupin. They will immediately take you in after this year and after the next, if you so desire.

As for the Floo powder, the Dursley’s fireplace will be enlarged and connected to the Floo Network under my orders at approximately 9 pm on Wednesday the 18th of this month. Please take care to see that all of your possessions and belongings are packed and ready for transport. Tonks will Floo in to make sure that the Dursley’s are kept in place and that you are able to arrive safely at the Weasley residence.

Take care, Harry. I will be expecting to see you when school starts again.


Professor Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts

Harry had read this letter over and over until he memorized it before he carefully folded it and placed it into his pocket. He immediately began to pack his clothes, which weren't many to begin with, along with his books and the homework he was assigned over summer.

A small hoot came from the window along with a bang. Harry looked up to see the Weasleys owl trying to maintain its balance in midair. He flung open the window and held Pig in his arms before seeing the note attached to its leg. He untied it and read:


Mum told us today that you're coming! Oh goodness I'm SOO excited. I've got a bit of news to tell you, and I can't wait till you come! Mum told us that we were to clean the house entirely. I would have owled you sooner, but I was trapped cleaning up the fireplace so you won't have all that soot and ash covering you. I managed to sneak away a while ago so I could owl you this letter, but I have to get back or I'll be stuck helping dad wash the floors. I bloody hate housework. I've got to go mate but I'll see you in a bit.

Love Forever, Ron

Love?What the hell is he talking about?
Harry thought, before he pushed it out of his mind. Harry had gotten over his crush on the redhead in the third year. He had a bit of a fetish for redheads, not to mention that he was gay. Put two and two together and thus the obvious infatuation Harry had. Now, however, he was infatuated with another. Draco.

Draco and Harry both stopped fighting with each other in the fifth year. He simply couldn't do it anymore since he burned inside with lust. Harry daydreamed constantly about the blond haired Slytherin to the point where he had only done one scroll of his Potions essay on why the talent of making potions was essential to survival in the wizarding world. Boring shit if you asked him, but those that didn't finish it were given detention for a week with Filch and would have 25 points deducted from their House.

With great reluctance, Harry stopped missing the sight of his enemy, finished packing, took out a scroll, and began to write the second part of his essay.

By the time Harry was finished with his essay it was 8:30. Harry changed into his robes, as he always fancied wizards robes over muggle clothing. Perhaps it was because he had bad clothes, or because the robes were long and flowing. Harry always did love the feminism that robes gave him. With this green eyes and soft face, Harry also thought himself a feminine beauty that would make him more attractive to one lucky boy. The problem was, he had yet to find that boy.

He made his was downstairs towards the fireplace and sat.

"What are you up to, boy?" His uncle Vernon glared at him from the kitchen while chomping on a big piece of chicken leg. "And what are you doing with those things on?" Harry glared back before responding.

"I'm leaving you forever, dear uncle. I won't be coming back, and I won't have to suffer your face anymore." Harry retorted. All of the pain Harry went through while living with the Dursley’s was because of the man less than fifteen feet away and Harry realised that.

His uncle's face turned beet red. "I will NOT have you disrespect me in MY OWN HOUSE!"

"Oh? Funny that as I'm the one with the wand, and you're the one with the fat arse." His relatives paled.

"Y- you're not going to use magic on us boy . . . you’re . . .you're not legal!" His uncle gained a bit of composure before standing up. Harry took his wand out and made his uncle freeze in his tracks.

"Oh, but don't you remember, I'm Harry Potter. The Ministry of Magic certainly will not snap my wand just because I’ve immobilised you. I'm their hero." Harry gave a harsh laugh and hoped that they wouldn't call his bluff. Harry knew all too well that one slip-up and everything he knew to be his life would be sucked out of his brain by the Dementors and he would be locked up in Azkaban forever. It was rumoured, first around school, that Harry had helped kill Cedric. The very fact that someone could blame him, after seeing what pain he went through after the Tournament, hurt Harry immensely, and he developed a lack of trust in people, along with a growing hatred for the wizarding world.

"Dad! What's happening?!" Dudley looked faint as the walls of the fireplace stretched and grew until a large opening formed. Tonks then appeared in a blinding green flash.

"HARRY!" Tonks jumped out of the elevated fireplace, grabbed the boy and shook him around, her hot pink hair covering the boy's dark hair entirely.

"D-d-dad . . . what is it?" Dudley looked green as he held onto his mum's waist. Aunt Petunia was in worse shape, her skinny pale face looked as if she had been to Azkaban and back. Tonks grinned. "Hi!" Tonks looked at the small piglet known as Dudley and pinched his cheek.

"Oh come now, you shouldn't look so frightened. You're going to lose your dinner if you keep on like that, and we all know that you need to eat. You're skin and bone!" Tonks laughed out loud at her sarcastic remarks towards Dudley before enveloping Harry's red-faced uncle in a huge hug.

"I'm going to take Harry with me now. And I don't think that you'll be giving me any problems or else you'll be in for a nasty surprise!" Tonks' grin never left her face as she shuffled around the kitchen and blew a kiss to Dudley, who immediately fainted. She grabbed a piece of chicken and popped it into her mouth before moving over to Harry and pushing him and his luggage into the fireplace. Harry took out his Floo powder and held onto Tonks. Throwing down a bit of powder, Harry yelled out, "The Burrow!" and in a flash, they were gone.


( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 7th, 2004 04:05 am (UTC)
I hope people comment! Even if they don't, then oh well. We'll just have to work hard to spread the word around about this community and get people here!! ...and more fiction ^^;
Apr. 28th, 2005 07:59 pm (UTC)
Hey, i really like this, hope that there is much more! i like your characterisation of Harry and seems like there is a lot of excitement to come!! Kytti
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Mar. 20th, 2013 03:36 pm (UTC)
Thank you soo much for your wonderful comment.

Truly, there were about 17 chapters to this installment, all lost to the Great Virus of Hard Drive III. . . those were turbulent times.

In all honesty, I feel like I've got one really good (epic) D/H slashfic in me, but I'm just. . . biding my time before I write it out I guess. To be honest, I really would like a good slashfic, so. . I guess I just want to do it right.

In the meantime, it is the rare, twice-a-decade but always-welcome comments from awesome fans like you (and your breakfast-buying friend) that inspire me to take up the pen and write another epic love story once more. . .

Hopefully it'll be one day soon :-)

Thank you very much for your support.


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