The Harry Potter at Platform 9¾

  Harry Potter and the Children of the Clan, Chapter 1 Harry Potter, full professor of Transfiguration and Assistant Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, lay on a chaise lounge in the front garden of his home, Meadow Crest, looking up into the night sky. It was nearly midnight and his thirty third birthday was nearly over. Although numerically it wasn't particularly significant, Harry always put great store in his birthdays. Largely because there was a time when he didn't think he was going to have any more of them, but also because for a good portion of his life they had been met with such aggressive indifference by his so called guardians, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, that the well attended celebrations were a tangible symbol of his place as a loved member of a large family and a larger circle of friends. As he stared up into the starry sky he did what he always did at times like this. He tried to discern some shred of information about what the futur...

  Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or the world of Harry Potter. A/N: I hope you enjoy! This was originally titled "Harry Potter and the Secrets of the Founders" so if the begining sounds familiar it most likely is. But, this story goes into more detail of the training process and should contain more details in the story overall. Chapter One: Summer Realizations and Shopping The sky was a dark blue only illuminated by the stars visible through the trees and playground equipment. The playground was devoid of children due to the ten o'clock hour; families were inside their homes getting ready to tuck their children into bed. Little did they know that one child was still lying, unnoticed by anyone, on the ground of the dampened grass. That child was a fourteen-year-old boy named Harry Potter. Harry Potter could not sleep. He was too busy remembering the night only three days ago when his Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, brought him back from the th...

  Albus Dumbledore felt the ache in his bones that signalled his advanced age, yet the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry knew that he was in no mood to quit just yet. There were many things to come, and he would be needed to helm the offensive when they came. For now, though, as he surveyed the chattering great hall, he knew that the time for such thoughts was later, when all was done. Clearing his throat, he pressed his wand to his throat and whispered. "Sonorous." The spell heightened the sound of his voice. "Ladies and Gentlemen, students, teachers, and all guests. Thank you all for coming tonight, the food has been most delicious." On the Gryffindor benches Hermione Granger harrumphed, Albus smiled, that would be an interesting conversation. "Tonight, we are here for the choosing of the champions. Mr Filch will now bring the Goblet of Fire front and centre." The old caretaker limped forward and placed the goblet on a table con...

  Harry Potter and The Jade Dragon. Chapter 1 Dear friends, this is the sequel to my first story, Harry Potter and the Mirror's Gift , which I have also released on fanfiction.net. You might like to read Mirror's Gift first, if you haven't already, as some of the characters who appear in this story were introduced there. ~ Kim ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ HARRY POTTER AND THE JADE DRAGON. PART ONE. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter I Dragon Post I had a visitor tonight With tidings from a distant land. Those far-off shores are calling me; Should I respond? Or stay my hand? I t was a still and quiet night in early August. Harry Potter turned around in his bed, and tried to go to sleep. He had just managed to doze off, and was dreaming he was zooming around on his Firebolt, for some reason with Professor Severus Snape in hot pursuit of him, when a ...

  The idea for this fic came to me when I was finishing working on some other works on Hindu mythology. Hope you all you enjoy it. I have started editing the chapters to make it more interesting for you all. THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN UPDATED WITH HELP OF HYPERGYM, THE FINEST AMONG MUSES. Somewhere in the magical mountains of the Himalayas, 1966 Harsh Vardhana, the master of the tribe of mystics was worried. You see, the mystics were wizards. No, no, not the parlor tricks wizards but real wand wielding wizards who can do impossible things with a bunch of words and a stick. Today, Harsh Vardhana was worried because they had encountered a foe so strong that they could not kill him. It had been centuries since they had come across such an abomination of magic. The being who had called himself Voldemort reeked of the vilest form of soul magic, bore the gifts of serpents and came of the magical land of Avalon. The mystics were assassins whose work was to kill wizards who used magic for ne...