Summary

This was written in 2004 and is Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts. It was written before the release of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince in 2005. A Harry Potter Fan-Fiction where the unknown can be terrifying but the truth more dangerous!

Chapter Contents

Chapter One – New Powers

Chapter Two – The Auror

Chapter Three – Overload

Chapter Four – The Nightmare

Chapter Five – Myth, Legend, or Reality

Chapter Six – The Vortex

Chapter Seven – Reunions

Chapter Eight – The Scars

Chapter Nine – Battle Grounds

Chapter Ten – The Silverlight Guardian

Chapter Eleven – Beginnings

Chapter One – New Powers

Harry Potter was no original boy, he hates the summer holidays, and loves going to school, not that his school is what you would call normal. Harry, was now fairly tall and slim, having grown a little bit of muscle, in the past year. Now in his sixteenth year, had jet black hair, which was untidy and his fringe fell down over his round glasses which covered his bright green eyes. He'd had five years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and could remember his last year at Hogwarts, very well. He had been trying to persuade Professor Umbridge, the Ministry personnel, who was sent into replace Dumbledore, as headmaster of the school, that Lord Volamort had returned, and got into serious trouble with the Ministry of Magic. She had treated him as a child and he now hated her and the Ministry for it.

He was thinking of how he could get his revenge on the Ministry, at night, laying on his back in bed, alone, when he had a searing pain that going straight through his body starting at his lightning shaped scar, on his forehead, right to his for feet. Harry gritted his teeth and he struggled not to cry out and wake the Dursleys. He sat up, breathing fast, his eye tight closed. What was happening? Harry didn't know, this was unlike anything he had ever felt before even under an unforgiving curses. Harry shivered, a cold breeze blow over his pajamas, and he open his eyes.

Harry jaw dropped as he looked around. He was sat on the grass in a park which he knew was not in Little Wingeing, Harry did a lot of walks in the town and this was not park he knew. The park itself was small, had a few used, rusty swings and a off balanced seesaw, and was deserted. Harry got to his feet and looked towards the sky, it was jet black with a few stars in the sky between large gray clouds. The wind was picking up and Harry began to shiver.

How did he get here? Harry didn't know as he began to walk around and out of the park, past a long line of large oak trees. He carried on walking down the street away from the park, when he saw a newsagents, closed and wondered over to window, hoping to fine some indication as to his location. Harry looked in and saw the local newspaper for the local area, Woking!. He was still in Surrey, be in a complete different town. Harry looked stunned as he was now shaking so badly, that he desperately needed to find shelter and moved into the overhand doorway of the newsagents. Woking, it seemed, was about eight miles away from Little Wingeing. Harry curled up into a ball on the floor, in complete confusion, wondering, wanting for the first time in his life to back to the Dursleys house and back into bed, back to the warm house, to bed and to sleep.

Harry didn't know how long he was there, as he kept look up and down the street looking for someone, anyone, for help and his heart fell as it began to rain. Harry squeezed himself together to stay warm, away from the cold of the rain, and closed his eyes. After an few minutes, Harry felt the same extreme pain, starting at his scar, and traveled to his feet. Harry screwed his eyes up with the pain, a pain unbearable, and almost screamed but gritted his teeth again, breathing heavy. Then quite out of the blue, and the pain left as quickly as it arrived. Harry opened his eyes and again, his jaw dropped. He was back in his room and sat on the floor of his bedroom of the Dursleys house, with his back against the bed and the Dursleys themselves, were still asleep, as through he hadn't left. What was going on? How could he have learned how to Apperate, Harry didn't know how, he wasn't old enough or didn't even have a license, and he was sure it wasn't quite that painful. But Harry knew, through past experience, that his scar was a little sensitive and used to hurt at odd occasions. He it been one of the times or was it simply a very vivid dream. Harry just sat there and stared, for what seemed like an hour, before getting into bed and lying down. He was still wet from the rain as he felt his scar, which was now normal. He continued to stare, confused, until he fell asleep.

Harry woke late, the next morning and when he went down to dinner, he wasn't very welcomed. Dudley, Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vermin all looked at Harry.

"What!" He said, coldly. "What time do you call this? on Dudies birthday!" He spat.

Harry looked at the clock, it said half past one and his jawed dropped again. He had never been up that late before, especially during the summer, the house rules didn't allow it and looked back at the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon lost his temper, telling Harry he had no respect for them and he hadn't remembered a present for Dudley. Harry looked at Uncle Vermin, full of anger himself, more then usual because he was tired and still confused from the night before.

"Well, you never remember my birthday!" Harry almost roared, and then knew he had gone one step too far. Uncle Vermin went purple, and rounded on Harry, who backed away and fell backwards over the new low coffee table and threw out his hands. Uncle Vermin, froze silently to the spot, literally. But not just Uncle Vernon but Aunt Petunia and Dudley too. Harry looked in horror, as he moved round his frozen uncle, aunt and cousin. It was though they had been frozen in time and Harry looked down to his hands. How?, and then all of a sudden, a sense of panic came over Harry, he had done had magic, in the summer holidays, when it was illegal, and Harry had been severely cautioned by the Ministry of Magic and he knew that he was very lucky to get away with doing magic last year.

Harry ran to his bedroom, in complete panic, expecting a knock on the door, or an owl through the window, with a letter with his immediate dismissal from Hogwarts, from Ministry of Magic personnel, and listened carefully, but non came. Nothing. He stayed there, until the evening closed in, in complete panic and almost wrote Ron and Herimone, the cleverest girl in his year, a good friend, long brown hair, but didn't know what to say. It was several hours of pacing up and down his room, before Harry went back downstairs due to hunger. He wondered nervously back the to kitchen door and peered in. Harry looked horrified at the fact that his Uncle, Aunt and Dudley were still how he left them, frozen in time. He wondered with his mouth open round to look at his uncle, saw the angry look on his face, exactly as it was that afternoon. Harry put a hand out and touched his uncle and felt that he was as cold as ice and equally as solid.

Harry backed away, he knew he didn't like the Dursleys, in fact he detested them, and wasn't afraid to admit it, but he didn't want them dead. Harry was tempered to fetch his wand and try and unfreeze them, but he stopped instantly when he realised he didn't know how to unfreeze anyone, let alone freeze them with a wand. He looked down at his hands, they were the things that had got them in this mess, and thought. He heard in his head, what Herimone would do in this situation. To maybe try and do the opposite with his hands, the gesture he made to freeze the Dursleys, to unfreeze them. It seemed logical and the best approach, but not before Harry's stomach rumbled with hunger, and he thought food first was a better idea, he would be able to concentrate better and wondered around Uncle Vernon and to the fridge, and opened it. It was full as usual, with all of Dudley's favourite foods and conveniently Harry's. The diet from a couple of summer's back had been scraped, mainly through Dudley's endless complaining which meant that, in the end, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had given in.

Harry looked back at the Dursleys, checking they were still frozen, before helping himself. He had never be able to help himself to the contents of the fridge before, in his life, mainly because of Dudley, and was wondering whether it was real. Harry by nature, was the opportunistic kind of person, who never passed a chance to improve his surroundings, which was essential for an almost quiet life with the Dursleys, and being unsure whether he would be able to perform the same freezing trick again, decided after eating his fill from the fridge, the most he had eaten in weeks, on the kitchen table, and then bagged as much food as he could carry and took them upstairs, to hide under the highly useful loose floorboard, under his bed in his room. He then wondered back downstairs and rearranged the fridge a little better, so it didn't look too empty. The Dursleys had been trying to starve Harry a lot lately, even though they were constantly advertising that there were more food available in the house and it was as though they were trying to dare Harry, to ask for more.

Harry knew them better then to ask, especially if he wanted Uncle Vernon to boar down on him, purple faced, for two hours straight. This reminded him, that is what he was going to get if he finally managed to unfreeze the Dursleys, and he was half tempted to leave them there. They deserved it, in his opinion was just about to walk away, when he spotted something through the net curtains of front lounge window, which almost made his heart stop. A slightly hunched figure, covered in black robes, hooded and scowling, whose eyes looking through the window could be seen, and Harry recognised it instantly. It was the ex-Auror Mad Eye Moody, watching over Harry, and for the past couple of weeks, he had seen him look in on him, checking that he was being well treated. Harry hadn't told him the whole truth, when he was cornered by the ex-Auror, on an evening stroll through Little Wingeing, and didn't say how little food the Dursleys had been giving him lately. But for Mad Eye Moody to drop in now, with the Dursleys frozen in time, it seemed, was very bad timing.

Harry ran over to the window, and pressed it nose against the glass. He was now face to face with the Moody, eye to eye. He caught the man's attention and waved happily to him, nodded to say that he was fine and drew the velvet curtained, not to attract any other attention, like from the neighbours, for example. Harry swung round, on the spot, very fast to face Uncle Vernon, panic stricken again, his back to the window. He had to get them unfrozen and fast, before Mad Eye Moody contacted the other members of the Order of the Phoenix, a secret society of witches and wizards dedicated to destroying Lord Voldamort, Harry arch nemesis, the most powerfully evil wizard, Harry had ever met and the reason why he was famous in the wizarding world, more then Draco Malfoy. He didn't like Draco Malfoy very much, in fact he detested him, almost as much as the Dursleys, if not more, but at least he hadn't tried to kill him, which Harry had bitterly admitted, was something.

If his godfather told the order that Harry had been acting strangely at the Dursleys, they would be round at the house in a flash, asking awkward questions, and with the past day's and last night's events still going through Harry's mind still in complete confusion, he didn't feel like answering them. He walked up to Uncle Vernon and stood in the exact position where he had frozen them in the first place, moving the coffee table out of the way, so he could get out of there was fast as possible as soon as the job was done. He stared Uncle Vernon in the eyes, trying to control his panic.

'OK!' he thought, 'do the reverse of the freezing hand movement' he told himself as he rolled up his sleeves of his jumper. Then he stopped, what were they? He had thrown his hands forwards as he had fallen backwards over the coffee table, and he needed to bring them back, up and round, somehow.

'This isn't gonna work!' Harry told himself, as he felt very stupid, doing these hand movements, he felt as though he was conducting as invisible orchestra. He straightened out his arms in front of him, then bend them, at the elbows, up towards the ceiling, very fast, twisting his wrists and saying rather loudly and unnecessarily, "Unfreeze!"

It worked.

Harry looked on astonished as Uncle Vernon, moved and fell forwards, landing flat on his face, on the floor. Harry, very quickly moving out of his way. Dudley swing round and topple off the chair at the kitchen table, and Aunt Petunia screamed, an ear piecing scream, of which Harry had to cover his ears. Harry ran from the kitchen, but not before Uncle Vernon called after him, in the same booming voice he had used at same afternoon.

"Where are you going?" He roared.

"To bed!" said Harry, truthfully, pointing at the clock on the mantel. It said quarter past eleven, in the evening and Uncle Vernon mouth fell open, his purple colour leaving him, and going very white. Harry grinned as he realised that non of the Dursleys had any idea that be frozen most of the day, and it was as though no time had passed for them, as they still thought it was afternoon, the time Harry froze them. He left the kitchen, leaving the Dursleys there, leaving Dudley's unopened presents, and went to his bedroom. He didn't go to sleep, immediately, but lay on his bed thinking. There strange happenings were going on, that was true, and it was been less then two days since is sixteenth birthday, the cards on his desk were there to prove it, but a lot had happened since them. He still feared the Ministry of Magic sending word of dismissal to him from Hogwarts, for doing magic, in the Dursleys house and decided to lie low for a while.

Even with the confusion of the night before, finding himself in one place and then flash, back to his room were still boggling his mind, if he did master this new power of being able to freeze and unfreeze, without a wand, it might make Harry's life at the Dursleys very good indeed. A thought he took with him, as he fell asleep.

One day went by, then two, and nothing happened. No message came from the Ministry of Magic to the Dursleys and Harry had kept his head down low, since the freeze incident, because Harry was still confused about these new powers, and he had been in serious trouble. Harry went about the usual business and was sent to do all the house work and got even less to eat. On the Saturday evening of that week, after Harry had spent all day weeding the garden, in the rain, he sat on the bed, very angry and looked out of the window. He saw his snowy owl, Hedwig, looked back at him and Harry spoke to her.

"Do you fancy going to Ron's?" He said, sounding tired. He hadn't heard from Ron of Herimone for a few weeks now, since his birthday and fancied writing to Ron. He got of his bed, and sat on the chair at the table. The lack of the fact that the Ministry of Magic, hadn't contacted him. He knew that Ron's dad, Arthur Weasley, worked at the Ministry, and would instantly know if Harry was in trouble, doing magic outside school. He pulled a quill and a piece of parchment towards him and thought. How should he explain this without giving himself away. After a long pause, Harry wrote:

'Dear Ron,

How is everyone at your end? Thanks for the birthday cards, and the cakes, they have helped at lot. The Dursleys have doing their usual downtrodden way with me, but is isn't working and I am alright, fine and happy.'

Harry stopped, he wasn't alright. The Dursleys had been treating him really badly, since the incident, his food had ran out under the loose floorboard and at the moment he didn't want all whole of the Order if the Phoenix, on his doorstep, they had more important things to do, like catch Voldamort. He signed and continued writing, with the reason he had begun the letter in the first place.

'Ron, has you dad heard anything strange or weird about me or Voldamort at the Ministry? It's just I'm getting bored here and I would like to know how they are dealing with the situation, since last year.' Harry thought this was a good cover-up, but then added:

'Don't panic, I'm not in any trouble, I just wondered, as you know, I hear no news of that, here.' Harry knew Ron, he would have panicked at the name of Voldamort, and it was a bad attempt to reassure him. Harry signed, and finished the letter.

'Everything's OK here, and have you heard from Herimone? Knowing her, I think she will properly be aboard, somewhere, as usual and have more fun then me. Just kidding. Also ask your parents, when I can stay and ask the twins, how the business? Thanks. Harry.'

Harry down stared at the letter, but it was the best he could think of and if Ron, did send the Order, to the Dursleys, perhaps it wasn't a necessary a bad think, they would take him from the Dursleys but then he would have to explain for why he had sent for them in the first place, and tell them that he could freeze muggles with his hands, may not go down to well. He folded the letter and gave to Hedwig, who was glad of something, and flew out of the window, as Harry heard his name being called, by Aunt Petunia, and went back downstairs.

It took two days, for Hedwig to return with a reply, of which the situation at the Dursleys was now at breaking point and Harry could no longer take anymore of it. He went back up to his bedroom that evening, in a fuming temper, his blood boiling, after having a huge arguement with Uncle Vernon about burning dinner, which wasn't his fault, Dudley was prating about, when he saw the owl on his table. Hedwig gave him Ron's reply, of which he tore open, unfolded and read:

'Harry, what do you mean anything weird at the Ministry, there has been nothing at all regarding you, according to dad and believe me, we would know. Please don't send You-Know-Who's name down a letter, you scared the pants off me before dad told me it was a false alarm. Why are you asking anyway? Don't worry, the usual things have been going on and Fred and George are fine, they have bought me loads of stuff over the summer. Haven't heard from Herimone and I agree with you, I think she is aboard too. As for coming over, will come with a car to your house provided by...a friend, in mid August, around the 15th or 16th to come and get you, so that you can spend the usual last two weeks with us (not to attract to much attention.) Will give more details closer to the time. Have fun and I'll see you then. Ron.'

Harry's heart leapt, for two reasons. One, he was going to the Weasleys, in a week from now and Harry knew who the friend was, providing the cars. The members of the Order of the Phoenix, were coming to get him, Ron being careful not the mention them in the letter. He wasn't surprised. Like Ron, Mr. Weasley had panicked from the letter too, and would have informed the Order. He would think about what to tell them, closer to the time but it was the second reason, for his joy, which had now caught his attention. The Ministry of Magic knew nothing about him, about the magic. How was this possible? He knew that the Ministry would be watching him like a hawk this summer since the incident at its headquarters, and he didn't understand. He stared at the letter, for what felt like ten minutes, before it dawned on him. The type of magic he was using was undetectable by the Ministry. Harry didn't how this was true but it was now, at the moment, he hated the Ministry as much the Dursleys, didn't care. He stood up and threw the letter aside, Hedwig watch him. He had one week to practice he new powers on the Dursleys, and providing he didn't use his wand, the Ministry would never know. Revenge was sweet in Harry's eyes, as he closed them tightly and thought in clear words in his mind 'downstairs hall'. He didn't know if it would work and with a dead weight lifted from his shoulders, he waited.

Then he felt it. The head splitting pain across his scar, which he reconised instantly, but was nowhere near as painful as before, transporting him to Woking. Within seconds, it vanished as abruptly as it had arrived, and Harry opened his eyes, and looked at the kitchen door. He grinned, broadly as he it had worked, despite the pain, which he thought would subside, the more he practiced. He saw someone give a small whine next to him. It was Dudley, he had seen Harry, appear out of thin air in front of him, and was ready to run.

'Oh, no your not!' thought Harry, as he threw a hand out towards Dudley, who ducked as a reflex action, but froze instead in a very odd position, with his bum, sticking out at the back. Harry grinned and almost laughed, as he entered the kitchen and froze his aunt and uncle, before they saw him, as though it was second nature, and went to again empty the fridge, into bags, shut the door, and walked out of the kitchen, and did the unfreeze hand movement.

It didn't work. He stopped and stared. He tried a different movement. Nothing. It was the six attempt, did Harry manage the unfreeze movement. Making a mental note of it, and gave it Dudley as he walked back up the stairs, his head still hurting from his last vanishing act and the didn't want to do it again, that soon. Harry heard his aunt and uncle carry on the kitchen, as though he hadn't been there, which in Harry's opinion, was fine by him.

Over the next week, Harry a lot of fun with the Dursleys, freezing them, unfreezing them, doing appearing and disappearing acts all over the house, scaring the wits out of Dudley, to the point where he no longer felt safe from Harry. Ron had sent word, that they would pick him up at dusk on the 16th of August, and drive him to The Burrow. He sounded worried, but not enough to concern Harry. He had told Uncle Vernon, who seemed almost glad to be rid and of him and when the doorbell rang on the evening of the 16th, Harry answered it.

Mr. Weasley was at the door, looking unusually pale and stiff, the look of worry unmistakable, he was wearing muggle clothing.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley!" Harry said, with a smile.

"Are you packed?" Said Mr. Weasley, unusually harshly, not wanting to hang around. Harry nodded, stunned into silence. "Then, let's go then!"

He indicated to the dark blue car, parked in the street with Ron in the back, and Fred, and George stood behind him. The twins moved past his father, and towards Harry.

"Get in the car, we'll get your stuff!" said George, who ran upstairs, Fred following, both of them too, very pale. Stunned, Harry shout "Bye!" to the Dursleys, knowing he'd get no response, before walking out to the car, getting in and sat next to Ron. Ron, out of all the Weasley, looked the palest and the most worried, even though his red hair remained the same, but said nothing as Harry got in. Harry stared.

"What's happened?" Harry said, still in shock over the behaviour of his friends.

"We were hoping you might be able to tell us?" Ron stammered, almost in tears.

"What?" said Harry, totally bewildered. Ron stared at Harry and spotting this confusion, continued.

"You-Know-Who..." Ron panted through tears. Harry rolled his eyes.

"What about him?" he said, maybe a little more harshly, then he would have liked. Ron stared, now silenced into Harry's eyes, with the confusion for Harry getting worse. He grabbed Ron by the shouldered as he heard the boot of the car being slammed, with his trunk and Hedwig cage, inside. (Hedwig would fly ahead and meet them there). There was panic in his voice now, something bad had happened involving Voldamort.

"Ron!" He almost shouted, "what happened?" Ron caved in, his bottom lip quivering, and spoke in barely more then a whisper, deep and full of tears.

"It's Bill and Charlie!" Ron paused, Harry urged him on.

"What about them?" He said, keeping his voice low this time. Ron continued.

"They were doing a small joint business venture at Romania, two weeks ago, working together with the dragons and Gringotts, you know, putting the dragons in to guard the vaults. But they attacked by You-Know-Who, everything was destroyed, the dragons were taken, and...and..." Ron wailed, "Bill and Charlie didn't get out!"