On Your Mark
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything else by J.K. Rowling, but I wish I did!
Chapter 1 Interesting Encounters
Harry Potter put down his quill and brushed his
black hair out of his green eyes for the umpteenth time. He never recalled his
hair getting so long so fast. It was a miracle his fussy Aunt
Petunia had not sent him to get it cut yet, but then she had barely said
a word to him at all since he had been home from school.
It was not surprising that his aunt and uncle,
with whom he had lived
since he was just 15 months old, ignored him. They considered him abnormal and
not worth considering, except to do their chores. This was especially true since he started at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when he was eleven.
Harry was a wizard and
one of the most famous ones at that. He also was one of the most endangered of
the small secret society of magical people. However, that was a whole other
story, one which he was hoping was just another bad
dream He was currently writing to his
headmaster, Albus Dumbledore,
about just such a nightmare. Dumbledore was one of
the most powerful and influential wizards of all time-he even looked like the
epitome of a wizard- long white beard, long white hair, and elegant robes.
Harry finished the
letter about his most recent vision of the evil Lord Voldemort.
He had awakened a few hours ago with his lightening bolt -shaped scar on
his forehead burning (a remnant of the curse Voldemort
had tried to kill him with as a baby). His scar often hurt, particularly when Voldemort was in a bad mood. According to his dream, he was
in a very bad mood indeed.
The Death Eaters ,Voldemort’s followerswho had been imprisoned a few weeks ago had been
questioned under truth serum and told all. Not only had the Ministry of Magic
put them under maximum security, but also they had increased the wards around
the prison of Azkaban. Voldemort’s
remaining Death Eaters had once again failed him- this time in an attempt to free their
was the Dark Lord’s wrath that had caused Harry his nighttime distress.
He was writing to Dumbledore only to keep him
informed. The letter was short and formal, as Harry was still upset and
disappointed with the old man.
Dumbledore had kept
him in the dark about too many things and those things had hurt him greatly. Of
course, it was all because he said he “cared” for Harry. The worst hurt was the death of his
godfather, Sirius Black. Harry didn’t really know him
all that well, but he knew one thing- Sirius loved him. He was the only person
who ever really did. Sure, he had his friends, Ron and Hermione,
and Ron’s family who said they cared for him, but Sirius was different. Harry
couldn’t quite explain what it was but Sirius’s love was—different, more like family.Just before rolling up the parchment and tying it to
his owl, Hedwig’s, leg, Harry decided to add a P.S.
“The Dursley’s are fine. I am fine. I made friends with a kid
named Mark Evans over on Magnolia Road. Interesting name,
Harry smiled. His mother’s
maiden name had been Evans. The boy was much younger than Harry,
but he had known of him for years. Mark seemed to have become Dudley Dursley’s new punching bag (an occupation previously held
by Harry). Any kid who could get his cousin’s goat was okay with Harry.
It was during just such
an encounter that Harry met Mark last week. Harry was wandering around Little Whinging trying to clear his head, when he noticed Dudley
and his gang trying to “procure” a bicycle from the eleven year old.
Mark was holding his
own pretty well so Harry just hid and waited. Just as Malcolm and Dennis were
holding the boy down for Dudley to finish off, Harry
came out of hiding.
“You sure you wanna do that Big D?” he asked.
“Stay out of it freak ,” his cousin replied in his most menacing
“Nah, don’t think I
will, Duddy Diddykins. It’s
not nice to beat up poor ickle kiddies.”
“Okay Potter,” growled Malcolm.
“We’ll beat you up instead”.
“Yeah, you know, for old times’sake,”
. “Go ahead, take your best shot,” Harry
sneered. Under his breath he mumbled to Mark, “Take
your bike and get out of here.”
Mark looked at Harry
who hissed again “Go!” He did, but only as far
as the park entrance.
“So you guys are going
to take me on, huh?” Harry’s hand was under his shirt wrapped around his
wand. “Think you can beat me AND my friends?”
Malcolm laughed. ”What friends Potter? I don’t see anyone else.”
“Yeah Potty, you look pretty alone to me!” Dennis agreed, looking
guys, maybe we should just… blow.” Dudley eyed Harry’s hand. He
knew what was there. “He, er, he does have some
friends coming over, er, maybe they’re hiding or
Harry nodded. “Yep some
of my mates that met me at the station, right Dud? You remember them, don’t
Members of the Order of The Phoenix (wizards
who were fighting against Lord Voldemort) had warned
the Dursleys to treat Harry better than they usually
did. They also implied that they would be watching. Harry was well aware that
he was constantly under guard. He knew that an invisible order member was near
by and a loud rustle in the bushes to his left, confirmed his suspicions.
Dudley started at the
sound. His mates just looked amused but Dudley knew better than to
antagonize Harry any further.
“But Big D….”
Harry smiled. “See you round guys, it’s
been fun!” “Thanks,” he added toward the rustle.
“Pleasure Harry,” came
the gruff voice of Mundungus Fletcher. “Nice blokes, eh?”
“Yeah, real nice,” Harry snorted.
He made his way out of the park and caught up
“Thanks, Harry,” the younger boy said quietly. “I coulda’ taken them though.” “Yeah , I know. You were doing really well but it’s always nice to have a hand. Believe me, I know.”
“Yeah, suppose you do. How do you put up with
“Oh, I have my ways ,”
Harry replied mysteriously.
“He really seemed afraid of you
,” Mark exclaimed. “His expression was priceless!”
As they stopped in front of the Evans home
Harry went to say goodbye. “Wait ,” Mark
said. “How about a drink or something?”
“Er, okay , just water though.” Harry waited outside while
Mark went into the house. He heard the
distinctive ‘crack!’ of Mundungdus disapparating and a ‘pop!’ of someone taking his place. The changing of the guard.
“Who’s there?” Harry inquired,
his hand on his wand.
“Whoa! Easy ,
kid!” came the singsong voice of Hestia Jones.
“Moody would be proud!”
“Great, just great .”
groaned Harry. “Constant vigilance…something every fifteen year old needs.”
“’Bout time you realized you’re not an average kid , Mr. Potter,” replied Hestia.
“Sorry ,” she added , seeing the
expression on his face. “But it’s true.”
“I know, I just need
“Well, don’t take too long luv…”
She was going to say more to appease his frustration, but Mark and his mother
appeared in the doorway.
“Hello, Harry it’s nice to meet you ,” Mrs. Evans said. Mark tells me you helped him
out today. I have to thank you .” She handed
him a glass of water. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you with some biscuits?”
“Er…” Harry looked
toward the spot where Hestia had disappeared and heard a muffled “It’s okay.”
“Um, yes,ma’am that would be nice,
thanks, Mrs. Evans.”
“Ma’am?” She laughed. “Please
call me Gloria. I am far too
young to be a ma’am!” She went inside and brought back a plate of freshly baked
“Thank you ma’am … er,
“You’re welcome. So, you live with the Dursleys on Privet?"
“Er…yes ,” Harry replied looking away . “They are
my aunt and uncle.”
“Oh, I see – and your parents?”
“They died when I was a baby. Aunt Petunia is my mum’s sister. Her name was Evans too,” Harry said , looking up.
“Really?” Gloria responded , looking straight into Harry’s
eyes. “My goodness, your eyes are
just as green as Mark’s. Very unusual
color, too, it is.”
Harry looked over at Mark; he hadn’t noticed he had the same color eyes as him. ‘Interesting,’ he thought. In the background, he heard Hestia Jones quietly gasp.
“I don’t know much about my family,” said
Harry. “Do you think that we could be
definitely a possibility, Harry. I have
to ask my husband. Jake knows more about
the Evanses than I do, of course, but I seem to
remember an old aunt of his mentioning a distant cousin with green eyes like
“My mum had green eyes,” stated Harry “and dark
Gloria eyed her son, his auburn hair shining in
the sunlight. “Possible, definitely possible. Why don’t you two play
some football or something?
Jake should be home in a little while.”
“Er ,” said Harry, “I have to be home to help
with dinner soon. I’ll come by tomorrow,
“OK, Harry see you then,” Mark called .
After thanking Gloria for the snack, Harry set
back to the Dursley's in a much better mood. He always wanted to know more of his
family. Could it be possible?
After helping Aunt Petunia, cleaning up and getting
the usual ‘don’t ask questions’ when he asked about
their family. Harry went to his tiny room.
He slept uninterrupted, dreaming of a big happy family.