Harry Potter
Tormentions End
(Hello, my name is Stargazer3584. I don't really fancy myself as a writer but my friend 'moveefreek' encouraged me to translate my thoughts and ideas onto paper. This story your about to read came to me when my friend told me that a main character would meet his end in a latter book. This is my version of how it could possibly take place.
The story begins just before the beginning of the sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In my version Sirius Blacks name was cleared during the fifth year at school and Harry moved in with him in a small, but cozy house during the last month of the summer, against Dumbledore's wishes. The first two months of the summer Sirius was traveling around the world to gain supporters for Dumbledore's fight against Voldemort while Harry continued to live with the Dursley's. Dumbledore knew Voldemort's lack of action the last 10 months was only because he too was gaining support, and his anger against Harry was only simmering. (Referring to the fifth year when Harry got away from … "He Who Must Not Be Named" by sheer luck, causing him a great deal of humiliation in front of his followers and clearing Sirius' name. Wormtail was killed by Voldemort for the blunder).
Chapter One: Bewitching dreams
"I have to tell Sirius!" In the early morning hours, on a clear night Harry awoke suddenly with cold beads of sweat covering his brow and a searing pain emulating from the pale lightning scar on his forehead. It was September 1st and Harry would be off the platform 9 ¾ today. "Sirius!" he called out not very loudly, but Sirius being a light sleeper came right away. Harry immediately felt stupid. "What is it!" yelled Sirius as he burst through the door
stumbling over Harry's Divination homework that he had put off until that very night, and landing with a loud thud on his back in the middle of Harry's bedroom floor.
"Hah… nothing."
"But you practically yelled my name."
"Huh… yes, I am sorry I can't remember what the reason was. Must not of been very important."
"All right messy head, try and go back to sleep, that's what I'll be getting on to." Sirius said as he rubbed the top of Harry's head affectionately, messing up his hair even more. Harry knew Sirius had no intention of going back to sleep as he shut the door behind him, it had been too startling a wake up call for him to ever go back to bed and he immediately felt sorry.
"What was I thinking waking Sirius up at this hour." He said to himself, hitting himself lightly on the forehead with his right hand. He tried to recollect the startling images of his dream but they were lost. Harry had become so accustom to his forehead hurting over the years, and as he sat on his bed leaning on his windowsill with his left arm watching the brightening sky he didn't even remember it had been hurting on this particular night. He was feeling a bit nervous, like he had just forgotten something really important. His window, which was rather large, was Harry's favorite thing about his room. He gazed through the window until the sky turned red and than faded into pink and yellow. "Time to get up messy head." Harry heard these words and quickly left the windowsill, crossed his room which was small, but the white walls were adorned with moving pictures of Quidditch players and everything was neatly put in it's place, all except for the homework in the middle of his floor. He stopped at the door for a split second, just to look at a picture of Cho Chang the extremely beautiful seeker for Ravenclaw, but then smelling the eggs and bacon he opened the door and went down the small hallway to the kitchen. The kitchen was also small, with it's two burner stovetop and little brown table and chairs that just seated two, but Harry didn't mind; the month of living with Sirius had been the best in his life. They had gone to museums and zoos at least once a week and even went to Hogsmeade a couple of times just to get some butterbeer. Sirius had also thrown a Surprise Birthday party for Harry, and invited all the Weasley's, Hagrid, Hermione, and even Professor Dumbledore, who Harry had become rather close to over the last year. He had gotten Dangerous Flying from Ron, a green sweater from his mother, a rusty plug from his father, who assured Harry it was one of his best. Some Cement Gum from the Twins, an Astro-Ball, which would come in handy in Divination Class from Hermione, some very hard looking, rather large cookies from Hagrid, from Dumbledore The Fine Points of Magic, and finally from Sirius a photograph of everybody standing in front of the clock at the Weasley's home. Starting with Hagrid on the far left, who smiled and waved with his giant right hand, towering over Dumbledore who stood to his left and was patting Sirius on the shoulder with his left hand. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were next but stopped smiling for a second to stop Fred and George (who were in the front row) from hitting each other. The oldest Weasley brother Charlie was standing in front of Hagrid to the right and to the left of him stood Percy, standing straight and proud as usual. In the front row standing next to his brothers was Ron who looked a little smaller next to them. Hermione stood next to Ginny in front and between Percy and Fred. She was smiling until a shocked expression came over her face as she dodged what looked like a little ball of feathers, bouncing rapidly through the picture making everyone duck for cover. Mr. Weasley, not being quick enough as Pig flew towards him, had his glasses knocked off his head. Ron, you could see, was obviously yelling all sorts of obscenities trying to catch his little minute owl. It was the best gift Harry had ever gotten and it his throat choked up as he thanked everyone.
The smell of eggs and bacon engulfed him as he entered the kitchen. "Hey, there, messy head" Sirius said affectionately. "Are you all ready to go?" He said with a touch of sadness in his voice. "Yeah, just need to put a few last minute items in my trunk." Harry said as he set the table for two. They enjoyed their breakfast together and when they were finished they went to Platform 9 ¾ and said their good-bye's. Sirius, noticing Harry's reluctance asked if there was anything wrong. "No, no I just think that I am forgetting to tell you something that' all."
"Well, I'm sure you'll remember as soon as you get to Hogwarts, than write it down and send me an owl, OK."
"Yeah, OK." They hugged "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too, kid," Sirius' eyes beginning to tear up "ahum, now get on the train before I embarrass myself beyond my capabilities to recover." They parted.