Autors Note--- This is my first fanfic. ^_^

Harry Potter and the Fortress of the Shadows

A Sixth year Fan Fic by TONKS

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books are the property of J. K. Rowling. This is an original work done for my own amusement, and no profit is being made from it.

Chapter 1

The dawning of a new generation, a generation full of fear dawned on the whole Wizarding community. It had recently come to light that Lord Voldemort, who most witches and wizards feared to speak his name, had returned at full power once more. Fear instantaneously broke out for everyone, but the fight for the light continued.

Harry Potter was sitting in on the swings in Magnolia Crescent, deep in thought. What if he couldn't finish Voldemort off when he faced him? What if Voldemort threw the killing curse at him before he could do anything? Would he die, like his father or would he prevail over the Dark Lord once again?

Ever since June he had thought this more then ever. He couldn't help it and when he wasn't dwelling on his prophecy he'd think about Sirius's death and every time he'd think about it he'd just miss Sirius more. Often in his dreams he'd visit the Department of Mysteries and sometimes Sirius would be there, but his spirits would rise for a while and when he remembered that he was dead the air filled with grief around him once more.

He was staring at the ground and saw familiar shadows approaching him. It was Dudley of coarse, and his gang, probably just finished beating up a ten-year-old. He looked up and saw that Dudley was smirking.

"Potter, you're going to pay for what you did to me last year!" Dudley said through gritted teeth looking Harry in the eye. Harry instinctively broke eye contact.

"Oh, yeah? You weren't that brave when you were facing the dementors," Harry said calmly. "I really wouldn't mess with Voldemort's equal. You know he can kill easily. He's the reason my mum and dad are dead. And it's because of me, because I am his equal." He said the word his with loathing in his voice. Harry pulled his wand out once again. Piers looked at his wand weirdly and spoke up.

"What are you going to do with a stick of wood?"

"It's not a stick of wood," said Harry calmly. "I'd be quiet, or I'll jinx all of you. I'm not taking any shit from anyone anymore. Voldemort is trying to kill me; Bellatrix killed my godfather! And I'm not afraid to get expelled, because Sirius was the only reason I wanted to be in the Wizarding community! I can see my friends at will, Dumbledore will have me for loosing my temper, again, but I don't care."

"Potter, If you don't put that away I'll tell dad!" Dudley spoke up, glaring daggers at the wand.

All of a sudden Harry's scar seared with pain, at a higher level then he ever knew possible. It was ten times worse then the Cruciatus Curse. He fell to his knees at Dudley's feet.

"Potter, what are you doing?" Dudley asked, perplexed.

He couldn't answer, he felt warm crimson blood drip down from his scar. Voldemort must have killed, thought Harry. He could tell when he tortured, or was joyful or infuriated. He closed his eyes in pain, but he couldn't prevent his eyes from watering.

After about a minute of horrendous pain, it ceased, leaving him breathless on the ground. He had warm scarlet blood on both of his hands. The words on Harry's right hand burned through the blood and, 'I will not tell lies,' was clearly visible through the blood.

"What's that?" Dudley said pointing at the words engraved in Harry's hand.

"N-nothing," replied Harry, who had forgot that Umbridge had made him carve that into his hand. It had been because he told the truth, that: Voldemort returned, which was the reason for the scar on his hand. It was burning, which was strange. Dudley grabbed his wrist and in Dudley's tough grip he couldn't break free.

"What's this?" Dudley said evaluating the words, 'I will not tell lies' under his breath. "What did you lie about?" Dudley said amused.

"I didn't lie about anything, OK? I got in trouble for telling the truth... the truth that Voldemort returned and if I lied about that then I am really going crazy. I probably am as crazy as the Daily Prophet made me out to be."

"What the bloody hell is the Daily Prophet?" Piers said loudly.

"Er- it's the Wizarding newspaper. They put in it last summer that I was crazy for saying that Voldemort returned," Harry said as he turned and walked towards the swing, mopping up his head with his T-shirt.

"Who the hell is Voldemort?" Gordon finally spoke up, who was staring, transfixed at Harry like he was crazy.

"I'm done talking to muggles, like you. I don't want to talk about it. He already put me through enough. Voldemort is the reason I have this scar, and don't have any parents or a godfather anymore. He's the reason I'm so fucking miserable all the time! I'm so fed up with this lot, No one knows what all I've been through! No one has ever escaped Voldemort all these times. I wish this war would finish and I would die! So leave me the hell alone, or I will jinx you, and I'm out." Harry said, walking toward the exit of Magnolia Crescent.

He headed off toward number four, his head spinning with pain and he wanted to kill Voldemort for all the suffering he brought Harry. He wanted revenge, he agreed with Dumbledore at what he had to say to Voldemort, 'Merrily taking your life wouldn't satisfy me, I admit...' For Harry wanted to bring the worst thing possible upon Voldemort. He wanted him to die. He wanted to be the one that killed him.

Even if Harry did die in the process of saving the lives of the innocent he'd die fighting. Fighting for the light. He wanted to save as many lives as possible and end this war before he started. He had the chance. He had two chances, except Voldemort thwarted him. He lost his chance, when he disconnected Voldemort's and his own wands over one year ago. He had given Voldemort the chance to regain power. He was too late...

The war started once again. Muggles were going missing and people were being found dead... Unmarked... Like his parents... Like Sirius. Voldemort had to be brought down, because Voldemort was getting to him through the people who he loved. That's why Sirius died, because he cared. Because he was afraid to see anyone he loves in pain and misery.

Even when it's a dream and he knew it, he believed it. He remembered as Dumbledore once said "Lord Voldemort's gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust..." It is true, but now when they should be a union, they are fighting more. Someone should take the Sorting hats song seriously, Harry thought. We are divided and weak... we are just about letting Voldemort take over... We need to stay together, united as one... Fight the dark and bring a new era... An era of light, and good... And no pain or suffering or redemption...

It would be nice if it would be that easy. Voldemort had gone unnoticed for a year, he gained his powers back and it would be impossible to bring him down from immortality again. They waited to long. The waiting period was over. Voldemort regained his powers and there is nothing he could do about it, now.

Harry remembered the glint in Dumbledore's eye at the end of his fourth year, which had gone unnoticed until now... Could it be that with his blood, Voldemort is Harry's equal? And could Voldemort be killed? But if Voldemort has Harry's blood, and he was killed, wouldn't it harm him too?

Harry was thrown from his trial of thought, because he ran head on into a door of number four. His Uncle came busting out, looking furious.

"POTTER, IN, NOW!" Uncle Vernon bellowed, so loud Harry was sure that the people from the other streets would be woke up. Harry walked in, quietly and stood out in the hallway. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING TELLING PEOPLE ABOUT YOUR ABNORMALITY?"

"They asked, so I told! I don't tell lies like everybody thinks!"

"You don't tell lies, eh? That's not what your hand says. What'd you lie about that time, dementy-whatsits attacking you?" Uncle Vernon said strutting back and forth in the hallway.

"For your info I didn't lie. That's because I had a crackpot old fool for a Defense against the Dark Arts professor, who didn't believe that Voldemort returned. Now if you don't mind... I'll be in my room," Harry said walking toward the steps. To late... His Uncle jumped in front of him and placed his beefy hand around Harry's scrawny wrist.

Harry felt it snap, he didn't say anything though. He wasn't going to give his uncle the satisfaction. He stared into his Uncles beady black eyes.

"I see right through you, Potter," Uncle Vernon said.

"No you don't. You don't know anything, and it's a surprise to me that you can even add up two plus two," Harry said with hate in his voice. He thought he could make a really painful Cruciatus Curse right at this moment. He was surprised that steam wasn't bellowing from his ears.

"Boy - I'm - Going - To - Make - Your - Life - A - Living - Hell," Vernon said all in one breath. He was glaring daggers at Harry. His Uncle let go of his arm and glared Harry in his eye before walking up the steps, as if nothing happened.

After about five or ten minutes Harry ascended the staircase. He walked into his room and collapsed onto his bed. He wasn't going to go to bed however. He was too deep in thought for that. It was the same thing he'd been thinking about for about a month and a half.

A lot of questions were flying through his mind. Like, 'Why did Voldemort mark him as his equal? What was so special about him? He longed for a normal life, like his friends Ron and Hermione, but what was normal? He was normal for three whole months then he was marked. Marked as Voldemort's equal... And as the-Boy-Who-Lived.

He didn't ask for it. It just happened and there was nothing he could do to change the past, but he could change the future. He could stop history from repeating itself for a new generation.