Harry Potter: Chosen's Angel

The Dursley house was never the most active in the morning, few in such a dreary house ever are. Nor really active at any time of the day, but no one was keeping track. As the soft, pale, and ineffective rays of light nearly choked their way through the misty English air, someone did develop a sudden case of energy in the morning. Bolting straight up in a cold sweat was Harry, as his chest breathed fast and deep after being awoken by another nightmare. 

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "That same nightmare again…" he panted, trying to calm himself down.

"Everyone! Breakfast!" came the telltale call from his aunt. With a sigh, he began to shuffle from his bed to get breakfast.

Heading downstairs, Harry moved like his body was piloting itself. Making it into the dining room, he looked up and was met by the gaze of his uncle. Getting the usual small tilt of the head in acknowledgement from Vernon before the fat Englishman went back to reading his morning paper, Harry sat down in his usual spot. It was then that his two cousins came downstairs, Dudley sitting his portly arse down in his usual spot as the wooden chair almost creaked in protest while Damien sat down between his older brother and older cousin.

"Dudley, what did we tell you about being quieter about sitting in your chair?" Vernon asked in slight annoyance from behind the Times newspaper.

"Yeah, that chair isn't all it's cracked up to be. Well, I guess now it's too cracked up with how you use it." Damien said unapologetically.

"Very funny." Vernon scoffed out.

"Morning, Daddy. Damien. Potter. Mummy." Dudley said, stuffing his napkin in the front of his shirt like a bib.

"Morning, Uncle Vernon. Aunt Petunia. Dudley. Damien." Harry said, sliding his chair in.

"Hey, mum. Did you remember to buy extra food for the walking garbage disposal and dad?" Damien asked.

"Now, now, Damien. Mind your manners, dear." Petunia told the youngest of the family.

"Damien. There comes a time in every man's life where you understand the value of good food. I've learned it. Dudley has learned it. Even Potter's learned that from that ghastly school of his. It'd do you some good to learn it yourself." Vernon lectured as he pulled out a pen to begin the crossword.

"Looks like you two know it a little too well, old man." Damien responded with a grin.

Harry stifled a chuckle only for Dudley to smack him upside the back of his head.

"One of these days, I'll take my tin opener to that thick skull of yours." Vernon grumbled as he began thinking of a seven-letter word for shrubbery. 

"Come on, Dad. You know better than to upset Harry. I'm one of the few here he likes and, with his powers, well…" Damien smugly states.

"I wasn't talking about the freak." Vernon grumbled, turning to look at his son.

"It's fine, Damien. I'm used to it. By the way, Uncle Vernon. Thicket." Harry replied.

"Ah. Well done, boy." Vernon replied, jotting the word down in the spot.

"Oh, so now he gets compliments?" Daimen asked in a huff.

"You would too if you helped me out with the crossword every now and again." Vernon grumbled.

"You never asked for help." Damien said with a smirk.

"And yet you never stopped to think why?" Vernon asked sardonically.

"Prideful arrogance of the ancient ways, elder." Damien smiled, getting an eye roll from his father.

"Breakfast is ready, everyone." Petunia announced, plating everyone up while saving Harry for last.

Meanwhile in London

Hermione sighed as she sat at her desk hard at work. The summer had not flown by like it normally did. Normally that was not a terrible thing, but she had a lot of studies to catch up on, or more accurately, get ahead of. As she was about to open another dusty old tome, she sensed something was airy. Turning to look out of the wind, she saw in the distance an owl flying towards her window.

"Oh no not again…" Hermione said as she got up to open the window. She did it just in time.

Barreling down with the speed of a half-drunk quaffle, the owl completely missed the open window. Instead, it crashed straight through the now doubled up windows before long darting itself into the opposing wall. When its momentum had been stopped with a thud, it then fell face first into the trash can next to her desk.

"What was that noise, sis?" a young female voice asked.

"It's Errol again…" Hermione groaned.

"Hehe, what a silly bird." the girl giggled as she entered the room.

"I swear, his rates must be cheap. A letter delivered for only a copper." Hermione grumbled as she pulled the bird out of the trash by its tail feathers.

"I hope my owl is as funny as Errol right big sis" the girl said, showing off for the who knows how many time her Hogwarts acceptance letter.

"If it is, then I hope you got the galleons to replace a lot of people's windows and belongings." Hermione said as she plucked the message from the owl's beak. "Thank you, Errol…"

"Hoot." Was all the owl said before perching itself on the side of her desk.

"Right, what was so important that I needed to clean the glass up from my room? Again." Hermione muttered as she opened the letter.

"Think I will battle giant monsters too? Oh, maybe I can ride a horse statue like your boyfriend!" the girl excitedly rambled.

"He is not my boyfriend." Hermione snapped at her sister. "Can you please let me read this letter?"

"Oh, so the other one is?" the girl asked.

"Alice. Please get out. I'm busy." Hermione groaned in annoyance.

"Fine, fine. I'll let yah message your boyfriend in peace." Alice smirked as she sauntered downstairs.

"I will put a Silencing Charm on you if you don't leave me now!" Hermione snapped sternly at her sister, glaring daggers at her.

Hermione sat down and read the letter. After reading it, she sighed and got her pink pen and paper. Writing out a letter quickly, as she had to clean up the glass before her parents saw the mess, she soon signed it and began to add a note at the bottom.

'P.S. Get a different owl, Ron. That's the 13th window he's smashed this summer, and I don't get that much in allowance.' She wrote to cape off the letter.

"Off with you, you flying rat." Hermione grumbled as she threw the owl out of the open window.

"Fly, you fool!" Alice called out with glee as the lights around her flickered to match her mood.

Later: At The Burrow

Meanwhile, in the home of the Weasley family, a certain redhead and his twin older brothers were planning. Some might even say plotting. For what? Simple: How to spring Harry from his Muggle family's home and bring him back to their home.

"Alright, Fred, George. Remember the plan?" Ron asked his older brothers.

"Right operation Help Harry…" Fred began.

"From Horrendous Household…" George finished.

"Is a go." The two twins finished together.

"HHFHH? Who's the muppet that came up with that?" Came the condescending voice of Percy as he passed by with an early morning mug of tea.

"We did, Percy." Fred and George replied in stereo with twin grins.

"My mistake. A pair of muppets then." Percy scowled before walking off.

"Do you wanna help, Percy? We could use the assist." Ron offered to their prissy older brother.

"What, is he sick?" Percy asked in disgust.

"No, but he hasn't answered Ron's letters once after 13 trips from Errol…" Fred began.

"Which is really odd for Harry, so we're getting worried." George finished, motioning to letter number 14.

Percy looked over at his younger siblings to look at the letter and raised his eyebrow. "Are you sure that's that little hellion's address?" Percy asked his brothers snidely.

"He's not a hellion, Perc! He's my best friend!" Ron protested.

"Wait, Ron… he's right! You spelled it 'Private Drive,' not 'Privet Drive!'" Fred told their younger brother.

"Maybe he shouldn't return this year. That way he can't get you killed, Ron." Percy said before turning to walk away.

"It was only once or twice, Percy." Ron replied nonchalantly.

"Little Ron, it was four. I counted." Percy said, holding up the proper number of fingers.

"Lighten up, Perc. None of that rubbish last year was Harry's fault." George replied.

"Besides, if you're not gonna help, at least distract Dad and Mum so we can get the car." Fred added.

"You are not taking Father's enchanted jalopy." Percy sternly said, turning around to stare at his younger brothers with ice cold daggers.

"You know, if we're stuck here unable to help Harry…" Fred began with a grin.

"We might have to show Mum those letters you've been sending to a certain Ravenclaw girl." George continued, matching his brother's smirk.

"... You wouldn't." Percy insisted, narrowing his eyes at his twin younger brothers.

"Oh, wouldn't we?" The twins replied with a smirk.

"... If you're going to do it, then get out of my sight now. And refill the tank on your way back so it's less suspicious." Percy replied with a sigh.

"You're the best, Perc!" Ron replied with a smile.

"And don't you forget it." Percy answered in a huff.

"Dears! Come on down! Everyone's here!" Molly's voice rang through the halls.

"YEAH! GET DOWN HERE, YOU LAZY BUMS, BEFORE I COME UP THERE!" a loud female voice shouted.

"MAFALDA AMORA WEASLEY!" Molly's voice called out.

"Sorry, auntie." Mafalda said sweetly.

"You three better hide your plans quickly. With Mafalda snooping around, you three aren't going to have another chance to keep plotting." Percy explained to his brothers.

"Why don't we just take the car now?" Fred asked.

"... Have you gone mad, Fred? Do you remember the last time Mum caught us trying to bail on a family reunion?" George replied.

"Yes. But what if, and this is a big if, we don't get caught." Fred explained with whimsy. 

"I'm with George on this one, Fred. The last thing we need is Mum sending a steel toed boot flying at us." Ron replied.

"That's two to one, cuz. Now what aren't we getting caught on?" Mafalda said, having just entered the room, scaring everyone.

"Marshes and Muggle sticks!." Fred yelped in fright, jumping up and wrapping his arms around his twin brother's head.

"Fred…! Too heavy…! Going down…!" George struggled to say as he and his twin fell to the floor.

"Mafalda. We are seriously going to have to put a bell on you." Percy said with a groan.

"Didn't work last time, remember? I took it off and flung it at you, Prissy Percy." Mafalda sassed her cousin.

"... Why didn't we think of that?" the twins asked in self-disappointment.

"That'd be a first." Percy quipped before drinking some tea.

"Mafalda, you're not coming with us." Ron replied to his cousin.

"I didn't even get to ask but thank you for letting me know you were going somewhere, Ron." Mafalda answered cheekily, as Ron realized his slip of the tongue.

"Dope…!" Ron grumbled, smacking himself on the forehead.

"Now then, where are we all not going?" Mafalda asked with a smirk.

The twins looked a bit nervous. "Certainly not to pick up Ron's best friend, if that's what you're thinking…" Fred replied nervously.

"And most definitely not in Dad's flying car." George added, equally as nervous as his twin.

"Oh, you mean Gin-Gin's boyfriend?" Mafalda said loudly.

"I heard that!" Ginny called out.

"I know! I was quite loud!" Mafalda called back.

"I'd recommend you three shutting your pie holes before you completely sell off the farm." Percy said to his three younger brothers before taking another sip of tea.

"Mafalda… there's not enough room in the car for all four of us and Harry." Ron said, trying to make an excuse.

"I could always sit on his lap." Mafalda slyly answered.

"YOU DO AND I'LL BAT BOGEY YOU!" Ginny snapped out from downstairs.

"I'll Bogeddy Woggedy your little tush off to the moors if you try!" Mafalda shot back at her cousin.

"I'd like to see you try, yah discount version of me!" Ginny shot back.

"We're the same age, Gin-Gin! We even share a birthday!" Mafalda replied.

"Yeah, but I'm ten minutes older and ten minutes better!" Ginny calls back.

"Ron, what do we do?" Fred whispered to his younger brother.

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking…!" Ron replied.

"Well think faster, Mr. Wizard Chess Champion…!" George whispered harshly.

"Don't you use my crowning achievement in vain!" Ron snapped quietly back at his buffoon of a brother.

"Then put that squishy glob you call a brain to use and come up with a plan, Ron…!" Fred shot back quietly.

"How about I do it for you?" Mafalda asked.

"... You wouldn't." The three told her, their eyes narrowed.

"Oh, Auntie Molly!" Mafalda called out in a sing-song way.

"Fine, fine! You can come! Just make sure Mum and Dad don't find out!" Ron whispered desperately.

At that, the door flung open to reveal Molly Weasley. To her surprise, Mafalda then immediately hugged her.

"I just wanted to hug my favorite auntie." Mafalda said as she hugged Molly.

"I'm your only auntie, sweetie." Molly pointed out with a smile.

"Doesn't change that though." Mafalda quipped chipperly with a smile.

"Oh, I love you too, dear." Molly replied, hugging her back.

Privet Drive

Things at the Dursleys were at their usually dull normality. The only real difference was that Damien was lying out on the front lawn, staring up at the sky waiting for the appearance of an owl.

'Come on, come on! Where's my owl? I want my letter for the school Harry goes to! I have his specialness too!' Damien thought, his eyes turning from blue to yellow and back again.

Streaking in from the daytime sky came the form of Errol the owl. After having been finally given the proper address and not breaking glass for the 14th time, he went in for his characteristic dive. However, as he made it into the backyard, a figure from the shadows using a small knife cut a cord. With a whirr and a scamper, a trashcan on a rope flung forward, catching Errol out of the sky as one would catch the quaffle in a Quidditch match. Instead of being able to score a goal, however, it slammed into the lid nailed to the neighbor's fence. Scampering over to retrieve the trapped owl was the telltale form of a house elf.

Taking the trash can off the lid, it reached in and plucked the letter from the dazed bird's beak, replacing it with a mouse as a form of apology. Clutching the precious letter, he looked up at Harry's window.

"Don't worry, Harry Potter. Dobby will keep you safe." Dobby said, as he slapped himself, a look of worry and remorse stretched across his face.

 To Be Continued...