All I Could Have Had
Thanks to a complex and possibly dangerous spell, Harry is given one week with . Will be able to stop Harry's downward spiral into depression, or will his visit simply cause Harry to be in more pain than he was in the first place when their week is up?
Spoilers: All of the books, including OoTP.
Notes: Well, this is the first time I've ever posted a Harry Potter story anyway, this is the first one I've ever written as well, so I'm quite open to criticism as long as it's somewhat constructive. I do like to think I've grown a lot as a writer since my hockey fanfic, but I suppose I'll have to see your opinions, won't I? I am well aware that there is no mention of the charm named in this story in the books, but that is because obviously the charm is my own creation . As well, if you're expecting a story written in anywhere near the style of JKR, you'll have to look elsewhere I'm afraid. I decided it'd be better for me to stick to my own style than to try that one and fail horribly. And that's about all the blathering I have to do today, so if you like, you hate, whatever, please review. If you wish to send me an e-mail, my jochensgirl_20@hotmail.com account is no longer active, my new addy is canadian_hockey_gurl15@hotmail.com if you wish to get a hold of me. And here we go!
"Harry dear, you really should be eating something, especially if Dumbledore wants to do more of that.training with you this evening," Molly Weasley worriedly fussed over the now sixteen year old wizard, while still looking quite un-fond of the 'training' she spoke of.
To his credit, the unruly haired teen managed some form of a smile as he looked up at her and shook his head, as he had for the last several days.
"Mrs. Weasley, thank you so much for everything.but I'm honestly not hungry. It's better for me not to eat before I train anyway, it makes my stomach hurt." Well at leas this wasn't a total lie. The battle training he had been involved in all summer with Dumbledore did cause him pain in his stomach, and pretty much every part of his body, but it had nothing to do with food. And the lady who still considered herself Harry's second mother seemed to know this, as she frowned and looked as frustrated with him as he had ever seen her.
"I'm sick of that excuse Harry.I'm sick of them all. I'll take it for now, but I won't for much longer." He should have felt panic coursing through him at the thought that Mrs. Weasley was considering kicking out of his Godfather's house, where he had stayed this summer with the Order instead of returning the Dursley's, but he found that he felt nothing, just the same numbness he'd felt since he had realized Sirius was truly lost to him. "Don't think I don't mean it either, I will call Lupin."
This woke him up, Lupin had only been to Grimmauld Place a handful of times, but on all those cases without any exceptions, when he had been there, Harry had been more than a little uncomfortable. He still spoke to and spent time with others, but he made it plain to them that his entire focus was squarely on his best friends' son and Godson.
"N-no Mrs. Weasley! Prof---Mr. Lupin has so much to worry about right now." he began nervously, but he did not get any further in his weak argument.
"We all have responsibilities, but family comes first, and we all.especially Remus and myself, consider you family Harry Potter. So are you going to eat your dinner or not?" Forcing, or at least attempting to force his unruly hair to rest, Harry forced a look of indifference onto his face.
"No. I said I'm not hungry." Looking hurt and confused as she always did after Harry forced the same coldness upon her that he did to everyone else, Mrs. Weasley nodded timidly and quickly made her way out of the room.
Harry didn't let himself think about what he was doing to those around him, didn't let himself worry that he truly would be alone soon.he focused himself squarely on his training. It was the only thing he truly put effort into anymore, the only thing he cared about, the entire focus of his being.
"I've seen warriors that have battled through hours of war who were less sweaty and tired than you, for Merlin's sake sit down Harry!" Dumbledore pleaded. There was still that sparkle in his eyes whenever Harry found the courage to meet them, but it certainly had been extinguished over the last year. And he knew he was the main cause of this.if he remembered what it felt like to hurt, he knew that this knowledge would kill him.
"We've been doing this for nearly a month, you know I don't stop once I'm on a roll," Harry replied as he attempted to force his breathing to return at least close to normalcy. Dumbledore frowned, but did not argue the point any further.
And on they went until Harry was forced to admit defeat since he could no longer stand. This routine was nothing new to him, and he was preparing to flop down tiredly on his bed as he always did when he returned.until he saw none other than Remus Lupin all ready seated there.
"Don't look like you're preparing for battle Harry, please. I'll be here but a moment," the former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher quickly said with his arms in the air in a surrender gesture," I just want you to know.what I'll be giving you, I hope it will make you happy. And given the chance, please know that I would have done anything to give you so much more." Without speaking another word or giving Harry a chance to respond, Lupin was gone.
For moments that turned into minutes, which turned into nearly an hour, Harry felt confusion ripple through him. What had Lupin meant? What was it he was planning to give him? What was going on? Soon, however, he could ponder no more and he allowed his body to succumb to the sleep it had pleaded for all day.
However, when he woke, it was not to the sound of his alarm, which sprayed a foul smelling fluid at you if you attempted to press the sleep button, instead, he woke to the sound of a voice he hadn't heard in far too long.
"Before you grumble at the new house elf, it was me who turned it off. I don't know what you were thinking anyway, getting up at that hour and then working the way you do, you're damn lucky you haven't collapsed." Harry's neck snapped up so quickly he was sure if it had gone any quicker it would have flown right off the rest of his body.
"Sirius?"
-TBC!-
Thanks to a complex and possibly dangerous spell, Harry is given one week with . Will be able to stop Harry's downward spiral into depression, or will his visit simply cause Harry to be in more pain than he was in the first place when their week is up?
Spoilers: All of the books, including OoTP.
Notes: Well, this is the first time I've ever posted a Harry Potter story anyway, this is the first one I've ever written as well, so I'm quite open to criticism as long as it's somewhat constructive. I do like to think I've grown a lot as a writer since my hockey fanfic, but I suppose I'll have to see your opinions, won't I? I am well aware that there is no mention of the charm named in this story in the books, but that is because obviously the charm is my own creation . As well, if you're expecting a story written in anywhere near the style of JKR, you'll have to look elsewhere I'm afraid. I decided it'd be better for me to stick to my own style than to try that one and fail horribly. And that's about all the blathering I have to do today, so if you like, you hate, whatever, please review. If you wish to send me an e-mail, my jochensgirl_20@hotmail.com account is no longer active, my new addy is canadian_hockey_gurl15@hotmail.com if you wish to get a hold of me. And here we go!
"Harry dear, you really should be eating something, especially if Dumbledore wants to do more of that.training with you this evening," Molly Weasley worriedly fussed over the now sixteen year old wizard, while still looking quite un-fond of the 'training' she spoke of.
To his credit, the unruly haired teen managed some form of a smile as he looked up at her and shook his head, as he had for the last several days.
"Mrs. Weasley, thank you so much for everything.but I'm honestly not hungry. It's better for me not to eat before I train anyway, it makes my stomach hurt." Well at leas this wasn't a total lie. The battle training he had been involved in all summer with Dumbledore did cause him pain in his stomach, and pretty much every part of his body, but it had nothing to do with food. And the lady who still considered herself Harry's second mother seemed to know this, as she frowned and looked as frustrated with him as he had ever seen her.
"I'm sick of that excuse Harry.I'm sick of them all. I'll take it for now, but I won't for much longer." He should have felt panic coursing through him at the thought that Mrs. Weasley was considering kicking out of his Godfather's house, where he had stayed this summer with the Order instead of returning the Dursley's, but he found that he felt nothing, just the same numbness he'd felt since he had realized Sirius was truly lost to him. "Don't think I don't mean it either, I will call Lupin."
This woke him up, Lupin had only been to Grimmauld Place a handful of times, but on all those cases without any exceptions, when he had been there, Harry had been more than a little uncomfortable. He still spoke to and spent time with others, but he made it plain to them that his entire focus was squarely on his best friends' son and Godson.
"N-no Mrs. Weasley! Prof---Mr. Lupin has so much to worry about right now." he began nervously, but he did not get any further in his weak argument.
"We all have responsibilities, but family comes first, and we all.especially Remus and myself, consider you family Harry Potter. So are you going to eat your dinner or not?" Forcing, or at least attempting to force his unruly hair to rest, Harry forced a look of indifference onto his face.
"No. I said I'm not hungry." Looking hurt and confused as she always did after Harry forced the same coldness upon her that he did to everyone else, Mrs. Weasley nodded timidly and quickly made her way out of the room.
Harry didn't let himself think about what he was doing to those around him, didn't let himself worry that he truly would be alone soon.he focused himself squarely on his training. It was the only thing he truly put effort into anymore, the only thing he cared about, the entire focus of his being.
"I've seen warriors that have battled through hours of war who were less sweaty and tired than you, for Merlin's sake sit down Harry!" Dumbledore pleaded. There was still that sparkle in his eyes whenever Harry found the courage to meet them, but it certainly had been extinguished over the last year. And he knew he was the main cause of this.if he remembered what it felt like to hurt, he knew that this knowledge would kill him.
"We've been doing this for nearly a month, you know I don't stop once I'm on a roll," Harry replied as he attempted to force his breathing to return at least close to normalcy. Dumbledore frowned, but did not argue the point any further.
And on they went until Harry was forced to admit defeat since he could no longer stand. This routine was nothing new to him, and he was preparing to flop down tiredly on his bed as he always did when he returned.until he saw none other than Remus Lupin all ready seated there.
"Don't look like you're preparing for battle Harry, please. I'll be here but a moment," the former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher quickly said with his arms in the air in a surrender gesture," I just want you to know.what I'll be giving you, I hope it will make you happy. And given the chance, please know that I would have done anything to give you so much more." Without speaking another word or giving Harry a chance to respond, Lupin was gone.
For moments that turned into minutes, which turned into nearly an hour, Harry felt confusion ripple through him. What had Lupin meant? What was it he was planning to give him? What was going on? Soon, however, he could ponder no more and he allowed his body to succumb to the sleep it had pleaded for all day.
However, when he woke, it was not to the sound of his alarm, which sprayed a foul smelling fluid at you if you attempted to press the sleep button, instead, he woke to the sound of a voice he hadn't heard in far too long.
"Before you grumble at the new house elf, it was me who turned it off. I don't know what you were thinking anyway, getting up at that hour and then working the way you do, you're damn lucky you haven't collapsed." Harry's neck snapped up so quickly he was sure if it had gone any quicker it would have flown right off the rest of his body.
"Sirius?"
-TBC!-