by Prathdrake
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A/N: This is my first non-funny HP fic. I decided to write it because I was so sick of Harry Potter always being victorious and defeating Voldemort.
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Legal Stuff: I don't own any of the Harry Potter terms or characters.
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Dear Harry,
How about staying at my place again until school starts? I know how much you hate the muggles. Write back. Anyway, happy birthday! Pig has your present. If he doesn't give it to you, offer him something else for it. It always works.

-Ron

Harry finished reading the letter from Ron. He looked around the room for Pig. He was in a corner, heavily guarding a tightly wrapped package.

"C'mon, Pig," encouraged Harry, "Bring the present over..." Pig just ruffled his feathers and hopped onto the package. Harry saw a shiny button on his bedside stand. He picked it up and tossed it to Pig. Pig stared at it for a while, then accepted it by picking it up in his beak. He flew the present over to Harry.

Harry ripped open the brown paper and took out a white box. He opened the box and found several packages of Chocolate Frogs.

"Good ol' Ron," said Harry. He reached for a pen and paper and starting writing Ron a message:

Dear Ron,
Thanks for the gift. I'd be glad to stay with you. Can you come as soon as possible? I'll be ready with my things.

-Harry

After a while, Harry finally managed to catch Pig and tied the letter around his leg. Harry opened the window and threw Pig out. He closed his window and went back to bed.

****

"Uh... Uncle Vernon,' started Harry at breakfast the next morning. Uncle Vernon grunted and turned to Harry, porridge in his mustache.

"Some friends of mine are coming to pick me up and take me to their house. I suspect they'll be here soon..." Uncle Vernon grunted again as if to say that he didn't care.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The Dursleys looked fiercely at Harry and then Uncle Vernon gave Aunt Petunia a nod. Aunt Petunia walked over to the door and opened it. The Weaslys were there. At least, Ron and Ginny were.

"Er...hello," said Ron to Aunt Petunia, "Is Harry here?"

"Um...right here," said Harry from the table.

"Well, hurry up," demanded Ron, "We've got the Knightbus on hold, outside for us." The Dursleys looked displeased with the word, "Knightbus". Harry picked up his trunk and ran outside with Ron.

"Bye!" he called to the Dursleys, "See you next summer!" They closed the door without saying a word.

"They're not too talkative," commented Ron as they boarded the Knightbus. They sat down.

"How long will it take us to get there?" asked Harry.

"Oh, only an hour on this bus," answered Ron, "You'd better get some sleep. You look tired." Harry laid back on one of the beds and fell asleep.

****

"Wake up, Harry, we're there," called Ron. Harry slowly opened one eye, then the other. He stood up, then started to walk off the bus.

"Wait, Harry!" said Ron, "You forgot your trunk!"

"Oh yeah," said Harry, "Thanks," He grabbed his trunk and they both went off the bus and into The Burrow.

"Hello, Harry!" called Mrs. Weasly, "Make yourself at home! There's a bowl of sweets on the table! Just help yourself! Are you comfortable? Can I get you anything?"

"No, I'm fine," said Harry. Ron started to reach for a Cauldron Cake.

"Don't you think of eating candy until you've cleaned your room!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

"Uh...I'll help him," Harry quickly volunteered. Mrs. Weasly turned back to her sweet self.

"Oh, Harry! You know you don't have to lift a finger around here!" She smiled. Suddenly, Fred and George came in the room.

"So Ickle Ronniekins can't haf a canty?" said Fred. He and George chuckled.

"It's okay, Ron," soothed George, "You can have one of our candies!" They held out a large green mint.

"Oh...Thanks," said Ron. He took the mint and popped it in his mouth. Without warning, he turned the most brilliant shade of violet.

"Fred and George!" yelled Mrs. Weasly, "What have you done to him?"

"Not to worry, mum," said Fred, "Just another product of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!"

"I do wish you two boys would stop that business," said Mrs. Weasly, "It won't get you anywhere."

"Seriously, mum," started George, "Do you call fifty thousand purchases little progress?"

"We almost have enough to get a place of our own!" added Fred enthusiastically.

"Can we turn me back to normal?" questioned Ron.

"Oh, it'll wear off," answered George, "In a couple of hours." They started to chuckle.

"Well you're in luck, Ron," said Mrs Weasly, "You won't be de-gnoming the garden today. I won't let you out looking like that!" Ron tried to look disappointed. Mrs. Weasly started to walk away.

"Get me more of those sweets," whispered Ron when Mrs. Weasly was out of earshot. Then he turned to Harry.

"Hey, Harry," he said, "I've finally got the Agrippa card. Come up to my room and I'll show it to you." Harry followed Ron up the stairs to his room. Ron went to the pile of cards. He sorted through it, then got a sad look on his face.

"It's not here," he whined.

"Too bad," said Harry.

"Too bad?" said Ron, "This is worse than too bad! Agrippa is the rarest card and I had it! It was really neat too! It was gold in color." They heard a hoot and turned around. On top of Ron's bed was Pig. He had a piece of gold sticking out of his mouth.

"Pig... You didn't, did you?" asked Ron. Pig let out another happy hoot. Ron got out his wand and started shooting sparks at Pig.

"You...pig! I'll teach you to mess with my stuff! Take that! And that!" A few of the sparks had managed to skim Pig, but he eventually escaped out of an open window.

"I hate that Pig!" yelled Ron. He looked very put out.

"Uh...maybe we should do something else?" suggested Harry.

"Sure, " agreed Ron, "Let's see what Fred and George are up to."

****

"And this, Harry," explained George, "Is a Magni-Mint." He held out a small, yellow candy. Harry didn't take it.

"C'mon, Harry," urged Fred, "It won't hurt you." After a moment, Harry took the Magni-Mint and licked it. It tasted pretty good, so Harry put it in his mouth. In an instant, it dissolved.

"I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING UNUSUAL," said Harry. Then he covered his mouth. Was that his voice? That loud bellowing? He looked over at Fred and George. They were laughing hysterically.

"Magni-Mints," said Fred, "Make your voice ten times louder!"

"WHAT DO I DO TO STOP THIS?" asked Harry.

"Just drink some water," answered George, "It washes the candy juice from your throat." Harry rushed downstairs and drunk some water. Then he came upstairs again.

"Any better?" asked Fred.

"Much," replied Harry normally. Suddenly, Ron changed back from purple to peach.

"Well that would mean it's late," said George, "Those green mints are supposed to work for twelve hours. So the time is..." he counted on his hand, "...ten o'clock.

"Wow!" exclaimed Harry, "Time passes quickly!" He and Ron got ready for bed and then went to Ron's room.

"Goodnight," said Harry to Ron. Harry was sleeping in Ron's bed and Ron was on the floor, in a cot.

"You too," said Ron, "See you in the morning." After a minute of silence, they both finally lulled off to sleep.

****

"No don't hurt him!" screamed Harry's mother. There was a flash of green light and Harry's mother was dead. Harry was having his dream again. Suddenly, a bolt of pain slashed through Harry's scar. He sat up in bed in a cold sweat. Then he saw a shadow right above him.

He gasped, blinked, then looked again. He didn't see anything or anyone this time.

"Is anyone there?" he said. No answer. Harry settled back down and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, the pain rushed through his scar again. He sat up and yelled.

"Ow!" And then he saw the face. With the black hair and snake-like nose. It was Voldemort. Harry could only gasp.

"I know what you're thinking," said Voldemort, "You're thinking, 'Can this be him?' And yes, it is." Harry swallowed a dry swallow and could now speak.

"Somebody help!" he yelled, "It's him! It's Vo-" Voldemort covered Harry's mouth.

"If mutter one more word, Potter," he seethed, "I shall be forced to-"

"Harry?" cried a sleepy voice. It was Ron, "Are you alright? I heard you-" Ron looked up and saw Voldemort.

"Mom!" he yelled, frightened, "Dad!" Quickly, Voldemort pointed his wand at Ron. Ron was blown back with tremendous force into a wall. A few boards came down on his head and he was unconscience. A bit of blood was coming out of his mouth.

"What's all the commotion in there?" called Mrs. Weasly, "Boys? Is everything alright?" Voldemort turned to Harry. He pointed his wand at him.

"Stupefy," said Voldemort. Harry was immediately frozen. Being under the stupefy curse was different. Harry could still see everything around him and comprehend everything, but it was all in a pale shade of blue.

"Boys?" called Mrs. Weasly again. Voldemort stumbled to the window, carrying Harry. He dropped Harry out of the widow where he was caught by some deatheaters.

"Put him in the bag!" Voldemort softly said to his servants, "Quick!" At that moment, Mrs. Weasly burst into the room. She gasped. She gasped again when she saw Ron. Harry couldn't see what was going on, but he heard Voldemort say something he never wanted to hear said to Mrs. Weasley.

"Avada Kedavra!" Just then Voldemort jumped out of the window. "Let's go," he said. Harry felt some pulling, like he had touched a portkey. Before he knew it, the deatheaters were pulling him out of the bag. But he wasn't in the Weasly's yard any more. One of the deatheaters un-stupefied him.

"Wh-" started Harry, but he was knocked out with a large club.

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A/N: Don't worry folks! That was only the first chapter! Find out what's happening in the next episode of "Transition"!
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