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Harry Potter and the Legend of Ashara's Muse by JAWorley Format: Novel Chapters: 34 Word Count: 193,102 Status: COMPLETED Rating: 12+ Warnings: Mild Violence Genres: Drama, Action/Adventure, Angst Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Lupin, Snape, Voldemort, Draco, Ginny, OC Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Harry/OC, Other Pairing First Published: 03/04/2005 Last Chapter: 03/17/2005 Last Updated: 03/07/2008 Summary: Parallel Book 6, picks up right where J.K. left off. Harry must get over Sirius if he is to truly help his friends in time of need, and what's more, he must get over the death of his godfather, for himself. Completed story. Enjoy! All reviews welcome... **49,670 total reads so far** Chapter 1: Harry's Misery A/N: I wrote this before HP and the Half Blood Prince came out.� This story is meant to take the place of HP and the Half Blood Prince, and starts about where JK left off in book five. Hope you enjoy the story. -JW. Chapter One Harry's Misery It had been an unusually cool summer in Little Whinging. It�s citizens, who had taken refuge from a scorching heat inside their homes the previous summer, now relaxed in a tranquil breeze in their front yards, unperturbed by the rigors of their rest-of-the-year work life. Children played in their yards, while their parents or grandparents sat in hammocks strung between two trees, reading the daily news, or perhaps dozing as their hammocks swayed in the gentle wind. Such was not the case however, at number four Privet Drive. The inhabitants of number four Private Drive were almost anything but relaxed. Ever since their 15-year-old son Dudley, who was quite large, had come home from his away school Smeltings, there had been a falling out nearly every morning before breakfast. �I want bacon and eggs!� he shouted, as his mother tried to place a bowl of peaches in front of him on their small round table in the kitchen on this particular morning. �But Duddykins,� she said, with an almost tearful and tired look in her eyes, �Dudley, dear, the report you brought home from school said you need to eat less junk and mor-� �I don�t care what that stupid school report said!� he shouted again, as he shot his mother a malevolent look, �I won�t starve again for another whole summer!� Dudley�s father Vernon Dursley, had been reading the paper at the table during this particular tantrum, of his porky son�s, but at this particular comment, he looked over the top of his paper at Dudley, and said, �Dudders, we both know that you don�t want to eat fruit, and neither do I for that matter, but don�t talk to your mother that way.� �I�ll talk to mum anyway I want to,� he retorted, as he shoved his bowl of peaches across the table towards his cousin Harry. Harry, who had decided to weather Dudley�s meal time tantrums out like his uncle, had usually waited until the food had been served and Dudley�s tantrum over before he came out of his room and down to breakfast, but had neglected to do so today. Harry Potter wasn�t welcome in the Dursleys� house in Private Drive. He was only one year old when the headmaster of his school, Albus Dumbledore, had left him on his aunt and uncle�s doorstep, wrapped in a blanket, with a note tucked just inside. But, however much the Dursley�s didn�t want Harry there, Harry didn�t want to be there three times more. Harry would have rather been almost anywhere else than spending his summer at number Four, on the other hand, living away from his friends for a couple of months, did have it�s advantages. Harry was everything the Dursley�s considered abnormal, and more. You see, Harry was a 15-year-old wizard, who would soon be returning for his sixth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the Dursleys� worst fear was that a neighbor would find out that they were connected in some way with someone as abnormal as Harry. During the previous year, just before summer holiday, Harry had gone up against his mortal, and very dangerous enemy, a very dark and powerful wizard, Lord Voldemort. Voldemort was the one who had killed Harry�s parents almost 15 years before, and had then tried to kill a one-year-old Harry. The dark Lord�s powers had rebounded upon himself instead of killing Harry though, leaving only a thin lightning shaped scar on Harry�s forehead, and Voldemort, drained of power, had been forced to flee. At the end of Harry�s fourth year at Hogwarts, Voldemort had come back to full power, and then set about to coming after Harry again, while flying under the Ministry of Magic�s radar in Harry�s fifth year, so as not to alert them of his return to power. For most of Harry�s fifth year at Hogwarts, the Daily Prophet had quashed any rumors of Voldemort�s return, and trashed Harry almost every chance they got, until the end of his fifth year, when Harry paid the ultimate price for going up against Lord Voldemort, and his death eaters. Harry�s godfather Sirius, who had been Harry�s father�s best friend, had died at the wand of his own cousin Beatrice Lestrange, one of Voldemort�s death eaters.
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