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This is however my FAN-fic version of how the seventh book may go, so any new characters and storylines that are fresh and original to be mine, they're mine not yours so there :P
Note: I write this because I want to improve my English reading and literacy, so I'm hoping that this story and other ones can get done soon. I'm a very motivated writer once I start. I've already written out the next three chapters, and will update this story on average every 3-5 days. Although a break every 5 chapters for a few days longer may be required to do clean up (Edit, more story future outlines etc)
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Warning: Contains insight and plot lines relating to the sixth book HBP. So don't read this story if you haven't read the Half-Blood prince yet.
Harry Potter and the Hogwart Houses Horcruxes
Chapter 1 - Proud to be a Gryffindor
As he promised Dumbledore, Harry went back to the Dursleys residence for what he hoped would be the last time over any other summer vacation.
And quite as usual, Vernon was constantly threatening his existence; Petunia was always seen in the corner of her eye spying on her boring neighbours, and Dudley?
Well Dudley was himself like normal, still overwhelmingly obese, bullying weaker people and always screaming down the house when he didn't get want he wanted, and considering he still hadn't changed his ways it was considered bad as he was now aged seventeen and not a little baby, even though he acted extraordinarily like the latter.
Harry was dead set and determined not to have the Dursleys get to him this time, he only needed to stay a little bit longer then he could wave goodbye to them ever being in his life again.
Hedwig and her delivering post nearly everyday was a good distraction from life at Privet Drive, and a good reminder of the better life in the Magical community with all his friends.
Time from time he'd dwell guiltily on Dumbledore's death, Harry thought he didn't have to go that way and it left a big mess. Snape - why did he do it?
Deep down he knew that Snape was capable of doing this, but he like the others had placed their trust in Dumbledore who believed Snape reasonably good, well... for the most part. Big oily-greasy nosed git.
And there were still holes missing, things he couldn't figure out that he'd have to think over a bit.
Harry sighed and rolled over on top of his bed and onto his back to stare at the uninteresting ceiling that had a crack in it. Shaped like a lightning bolt. Oddly coincidental Harry thought, so it wasn't as uninteresting after all. There must be a story behind that crack, Harry thought boredly...
The bedroom was stuffy but he couldn't be bothered getting up, soon it became so stifling hot that Harry couldn't deny his thirst anymore.
After getting a sharp slap on the hand from Aunt Petunia telling him not to use the filtered tap, used the cold tap that didn't have it purified. How pathetic could his aunt get? It was only water.
He thought he'd tempt fate by sitting on the couch for a while in the living room, and see how long it would be till one of the three Dursleys yelled at him for something else absurd?
After thinking for a while, he came to the conclusion that he really didn't care for petty things like his only relatives not treating him properly, or them snapping at him for the most stupid things.
There were people who really mattered instead like his best friends, like Ron and Hermione. Even their family like Mr and Mrs Weasley, Ginny too now.
And there was Hagrid, Lupin, and Tonks. Even Mad-Eye Moody he supposed as well.
...And then Sirius along with Dumbledore.
Their deaths had stirred something inside him to do something about the injustice, he would see to it that the ones guilty would pay.
He would do everything for them, not only them but the whole wizarding world too. Since he would be the only one able to do anything about Lord Voldemorts reign of terror.
Tom Riddle will get what's coming to him.
And the search for the remaining four Horcruxes will end up with all of them terminated one way or another, Harry resolved darkly.
He fingered the golden locket from in his pocket, the one that impersonated one of the objects that should have had a fragment of Voldemort's black evil soul.
-o-0-o-
A week had gradually passed, nothing much happened except the news from Aunt Petunia saying that her friend who would always holiday with them in Majorca had a car accident and that her husband was in critical care.
Aunt Petunia would go over there frequently to support her which meant a little less time for her to harp at Harry for, which was good for him.
His cousin however had a pathetic tantrum since she wasn't around as much to feed him his usual six meals. He was fast becoming the painted picture of a blubbering whale as Harry envisioned long before.
Petunia ended up buying a fridge full of microwave dinners and chocolate candy bars to calm him, oh that and about four other video games to subdue him for the rest of the holidays if he wasn't already spending the night at Piers Polkiss's house to do some troublemaker things.
And then there was Mr Dursley, who was all about his work, as it was a very busy time of year for him where drill orders would double each month in summer.
So Vernon was working overtime till very late at night when Harry would be in bed anyway, Petunia gone for long periods at a time and Dudley either in his room, in the kitchen or at a friends place.
Harry was freer in No.4 Privet Drive than he had ever been in his entire lifetime.
He snuck snacks from Dudley's stash without him realising it, watched a lot of T.V and lying back. Which felt good for a while, but the novelty soon wore off.
Soon enough he became incredibly bored without any drama in his life.
Thinking that he might as well do his homework set for over the holidays, he then rounded on Transfiguration.
'Explain how one may transfigure another person into a living mammal - List at least ten crucial points and to be at least one parchment long.'
This took him most of his afternoon to write, he knew, no felt positive that he wouldn't be going back to Hogwarts. He just wanted to do work to stop him going crazy from all the unrestricted freedom. It felt too weird.
After that he thought he'd go for a jog to get back in shape, if he can't practice for quidditch on brooms, then the next best option was to be on form fitness wise.
He ran for a few miles, came back to the house then decided he'd go for a bit longer, he progressed down to Magnolia Crescent and had spotted Mrs Figg, and ran that little bit extra to catch up to her.
"Hi Mrs Figg."
She turned around, a bit startled to find Harry was ahead of her all this time.
"Oh hello Harry! Dear me I must be turning old to not notice you sooner... How have you been all summer?" She asked slightly startled.
"I've been good, the Dursleys have been a lot better to be around with this year." Harry half-lied as they weren't around that much.
"That's marvellous Harry dear, hey would you mind for a spot of afternoon tea? I have something of yours that you should be interested to see."
"Sure." Harry said, wondering what it was she had for him.
When they arrived at her doorstep, a strong cat litter odour hit his face and at least a dozen cats swarmed around their feet, brushing their tails on both their legs.
"Yes yes, I'll feed all of you just be patient!" She muttered irritably. Grocery bags with cans clanking inside told both Harry and the cats that they would be feed for the rest of the month.
After she fed each one, she sat down on her armchair beside Harry. He quickly looked around the place and could tell it was in the same condition as it was all those years ago when he came here to be looked after.
Portrait after portrait of every cat she'd ever owned lined the walls, leaving no room to see any wallpaper.
"Oh that's good to put my feet up after a hard yard of walking today." She stretched her unpleasant feet out while stretching in her armchair.
Harry shifted uncomfortably, he wanted to ask what she had for him, but didn't want to seem rude asking for it, without noticing he did one of Umbridge's annoying coughs.
She looked at him. "Oh that's right! Sorry, silly me. Here I'll get it." She slowly got up, and walked to a cupboard in the hallway.
One minute later she walked in with an envelope in her hand.
"Right, now Harry this is a letter from Dumbledore. He told me that when things would happen like they did, it was meant to be. He was very prepared however, and knew that if he ever did... die, that there was the matter of his phoenix. That's all he told me, I suppose there'll be more in that letter."
With that she passed it to Harry. He could see the familiar looping handwriting of Dumbledore's spelling Harry's name. This was going to be the last letter of Dumbledore's that he'd receive he thought rather sadly.
-o-0-o-
Dear Harry.
Now if this letter finds you, I assume that I'm no longer there or able to help you out. So i write this in relation to Fawkes, my faithful and brilliant Phoenix who has never let me down.
However i need him to be safely cared for in the right hands, and just any one won't do. So i ask of you that you find and look after him till his newest guardian sets foot in the magical world.
Traditionally, a phoenix disappears out of sight when their previous guardian has passed on. And yet again i ask that you try and find him, he will make his presence known at the right time and i sincerely hope you help him to find the next guardian in that time, I know you can help an old badger like me.
Look out for his single phoenix feather, a sign to let you know he's around looking over you. He may help in many more ways than one as you have found out before to your surprise.
Take care Harry, and remember that I've been extremely proud of the progress you've made over the few years.
We will meet again.
Dumbledore.
-o-0-o-
For some reason this triggered some hidden emotion inside him, tears stirring and threatening to spill. Arabella Figg could see his eyes go glassy, told him everything will be alright, and gave him some Honeydukes chocolate she had in her purse to make him feel a bit better.
They spent another hour in her house reflecting of the times today. Then she went to the kitchen to get dinner ready, leaving Harry to have free range of her television and all their cable channels that would send Dudley's piggy fingers on a marathon for the most exercise in his life.
She asked tentatively after placing the roast in the oven, "Would you like to spend the night? I could ask the Dursleys for you if you'd like."
He accepted right away, but said not to bother ringing them as they would not pick the receiver up. She ended up leaving a message anyway just encase something would happen "Can never be too careful Harry."
Dinner included a nice honey roasted turkey and sweet potatoes with peas and gravy, when it was pudding which consisted of vanilla ice cream and peaches he scoffed it all down and fought the overwhelming urge to lick the bowl clean, without warning the grate to Mrs Figg's fireplace suddenly turned emerald green, and out Lupin emerged.
"Hi Arabella, and oh I see you have Harry here. Everything going well now Harry?" He asked in his polite manner.
"Yeah, it's been good. How've you been and the others?" Harry asked back conversationally, he was hoping he'd talk about Tonks condition in particular.
"Good, good. The attacks are showing signs of slowing down, however the Aurors at the ministry seem to think this is the calm before the storm.
They think that the Deatheaters are planning another big assault in a few days, they just don't know where and are starting to feel really panicked, including Tonks who has become a real worry lately, I get the feeling she isn't telling me something."
Lupin seemed a little weary and tired, but he thought that may be because the full moon was due in under a week.
Arabella lines in her face frowned to show her concern "Would you like some tea Remus? There's some left in the kitchen if you'd like"
"Thank you Bella that would be lovely."
All in all, Harry was thankful for the good company that night.
Mrs Figg, Lupin and himself were talking a little more, before Lupin decided that he had to go back home to check on Tonks. Harry went to turn in to for a good nights sleep.
However it wasn't a good night's sleep at all.
A few hours later when it was midnight Harry had one of 'those' nightmares and knew at once that the visions were back, his scar throttling him at full force.
Mrs Figg came into his room to check what was wrong when Harry started tossing and screaming in his sleep. He just looked at her and said "Get Remus again, quick!"
He became a bit panicked, to have had it come flooding back all too sudden.
Within the minute Remus flooed back to the house and came to Harry's aid.
"Harry, what is it?"
"Its him, Voldemort, scar hurting again... got... another prediction. Its the Dementors Remus, he's going to order them to terrorise people and to perform the kiss... on... the British muggle ministry and the people on the streets along with his Deatheaters, he wants the Muggle community to know that we all exist, attack in waves with his men. He wants to create panic and mayhem throughout the country properly like he used to.
"He thinks we can destroy ourselves by letting the muggles think they're in charge and putting matters in their own hands, like powers of mass destruction and stuff - he's gone barking mad!"
Harry spoke fast, mumbling at a few words but the ex-professor understood fully what he had said.
Remus had gone chalk white as he said it; he then made Harry take a glass of water before continuing to make he himself feel better.
"You're doing well Harry; do you know when it will happen?" Remus asked a lot more gently.
Harry paused for quite some time.
"Yeah, I just remembered something! He-he said it would happen the day after tomorrow, my birthday, around dusk I think. He wants to overthrow people in power this time, unseat them, get us thinking that no one is safe, trying to get us all scared"
Now that Remus thought about it, Harry looked really scared himself as he was starting to shake, and he knew it took a lot to scare Harry Potter.
"What else?" He added softly, barely above a whisper.
"He-he's going to kill so many people, he's got some other sort of weapon, some trick up his sleeve but I can't, remember that part. I... think he might even wanted me to see this, perhaps trick me? I don't know what to do, what to believe..." Harry was panicking slightly.
"Were you purposely trying to get in his mind again? Or…"
"No. I-I didn't, it just came back tonight without warning."
"... Thank you Harry, your doing good. I'll be off to tell the Order of the Phoenix of the update, it's scattered since Dumbledore was killed... I'll visit them all though so don't worry; better go to the Aurors department at the Ministry as well-"
Harry interrupted suddenly by gasping loudly and going into a right state.
"Remus - I just remembered - they're going to get Tonks! They'll kill her and half of the Auror force with that thing! Though I-I can't remember what it is... I-"
The true remaining Marauder absolutely paled and his face drained what little colour he had left in it.
"R-Right then Harry I think it best that you come along; I better take you to the Burrow and plan our next move. We need to act fast." Harry had never seen him look so upset before.
So with two pinches of floo powder later they entered the homely cottage, home to the Weasley family.
Mr and Mrs Weasley woke up looking confused, Remus wasted no time in getting them up to date with what had just happened.
Molly started openly weeping, and embraced Harry in a big hug. He didn't mind, in fact it felt real nice for her to care and fuss like she does best when he was feeling incredibly shaky at the time.
Then all three adults assured everything would be fine and they would have it sorted, and ushered Harry up to Ron's room to the makeshift bed mattress where after a minute of being under the warm blankets fell fast asleep once more, afraid of what the next dreams he'd have may contain.
When Harry woke once again at which he assumed was just after dawn, feeling incredibly light-headed, got slowly up and descended down the stairs to the kitchen where Ron gave him an encouraging sort of half smile to reassure him.
Ginny ran up to him and hugged him tightly, to show her growing support for him. Molly then came round from in the lounge and saw him, steered him automatically right to the kitchen table without speaking a word and sat him down where she gave him a mountain pile of food for breakfast.
He didn't feel at all hungry but attempted to eat the egg on toast just for Mrs Weasley so she'd be a bit more at ease and not so much tense as she usually was.
The whole of the Order and trusted Aurors were told the information. Some may disbelieve what he had said will happen, but deep down he was sure that what he saw would happen, It felt incredibly painstakingly real, he wasn't just there seeing, smelling, hearing, and touching it, he was living in it, breathing it, he was it, he felt every high emotion, every detail.
Some parts became sketchy when he woke up, sure, but he was there, and no one else could convince him otherwise.
And about Voldemort perhaps portraying a false image? Harry somehow doubted it for some strange reason.
He was instructed firmly by Mrs Weasley to continue the day as normal, to play a game of quidditch or something to relax while the adults sorted everything out, Harry made sure that Mrs Weasley took care of Tonks, who came to their house and started to look a lot peaky again like all of last year, her hair still having the colour mousy brown.
So for the whole day he spent it trying to distract himself, not thinking what may happen.
The twins came for moral support for the family, and Bill and Fleur came back early from their visit to Fleur's parents.
Hermione even came later on in the afternoon; she too gave Harry a big hug and a peck on his cheek.
"Oh Harry... thank goodness that you saw what you did, or else our side would've been in a bad predicament."
Harry smiled weakly trying to put on a brave face. Normally he wouldn't have wanted all the people fussing over him, but lately it reminded him that many people cared for his well-being, his emotions reeling over the short amount of time.
-o-0-o-
Soon enough the day came and gone and soon enough it was the next day, and he was woken up sharply by Ron.
"Harry - Harry - come quickly!"
He blinked at first confused, saw Ron's white ashen face, then it all came rushing to him as he worked out what must've happened. He got up quickly and went down the stairs with six huge leaps.
The whole Weasley family were around the kitchen table looking scared, Mrs Weasley was crying and Ginny's face was stained from crying too much.
When he came closer he saw that they were crowded around a tawny owl's mail, which when he read it he was given quite a shock.
Percy had written to them, explaining his dilemma.
-o-0-o-
Dear Beloved Family,
Sorry to distress you all but I thought I'd let you know, It seems as though You-know-who has been tipped off that Harry was aware of their plans that was meant for tonight, on the 31st of July. He clearly expressed his anger when he sent a message to the Ministry of Magic, on a parchment with a black skull imprinted by his name, this is no copycat impersonator. He stated that we came off lucky, and that he wouldn't be having the attack for the moment, but it would only be just a matter of time because it seems he had a backup plan this whole time. He apparently had a second target, though this rumour has not been justified.
We've also been newly informed that his special Hit-Deatheaters are stationed around the ministry at all hours, so I'm assuming that's all apart of monitoring and securing his position around us. We are ordered not to leave the Ministry by foot to the Muggle side of London. We know they're waiting for something, a signal of some sort and only time will tell what may happen, and we are virtually powerless to stop it.
Seeing as I'm the Junior Assistant to the minister Rufus Scrimgeour at the given time, as you are aware, I'm highly likely to be targeted by You-know-who and his Deatheaters at some stage.
And its clear to me already that there are many spies in the ministry at present, and I'm becoming highly concerned not only for my own safety, but father's as well due to his recent rank promotion last year. You-Know-Who has made the threats loud and clear, that if I or any other person in ministry office interfere, then he would personally see to it that we will be hexed to oblivion in an all out bloody massacre, so we have to be careful around here.
Also, we know that You-Know-Who has been trying to negotiate and also blackmail with the Minister of Magic, but I don't think he's having any success; Rufus would not give in to him in a million years. We're managing to hold him off now for the time being - but I have to tell you, it doesn't look good and its only a matter of time till he has the higher hand, we know he is short of new recruits of Deatheaters, so perhaps that's his new plan for now while monitoring us before going all out on a full raged war, probably thinks that we're the only people standing in his way to domination now that Dumbledore was sadly taken care of last year, I still can't come to terms that Professor Snape who I highly admired would do such a thing.
And another thing, if father hasn't told you already the Ministry is releasing information claiming that they've cleared out the Department of Mysteries clean, it isn't like their other cock-and-bull stories they usually make up, this one is most plausible but I don't personally know if this is true, even remotely, but the story sounds convincing nevertheless. Keep an open mind and don't believe everything you hear.
P.S - There's more bad news I'm afraid. I've been told by one of father's friends that some of our memories has been altered and tampered with somewhere along the line, so this tells me that no one is safe and no one is to be trusted here. In these troubling times I can see now that family is all that matters and I'm sorry for not keeping in close contact these last couple of years, I should've stayed close with you all, stayed with Penelope - heck we could have started a family if I hadn't been so stupid with this foolish job.
The stress and panic I've been carrying around for the last month or so has really got to me, and i just had to tell you, I'm desperately scared now as it is. It's horrible.
So dad - for my sake and the rest of us. Please don't come back. I could never forgive myself if you did, enjoy your holiday off, but I'm advising, no telling you, that you should not come back to the ministry.
I couldn't face the risk of losing you, the family needs you now.
The situation at the moment is so unstable and it would be foolish for you to return. I'm begging you not to. I on the other hand have no choice, I know for a fact and I'm not telling how I know, but some selected ministry officials including me have been under some spell to stop leaving the ministry for long periods of time. And if you came you would be affected as well so there's no point coming back.
So far we can't seem to find the counter-curse but we're working on it.
I am certain that we were under the spell around about the time you took leave, and I don't know whether this has been cast from You-know-who's Deatheaters, other Ministry figures or spies working as double agents. I'm stressing the point here, I'm telling you that the ministry won't hold on for much longer, and unless we have another strong team of defence then we're doomed.
Please if you could help us by instead concentrating your skills to something more important like restarting the Order of the Phoenix.
Perhaps even become leader, I know you would be a good one; I know you would, and I'm sorry for putting you down for what you believed right in before. Because you were right.
Stay together everyone.
Keep strong and be brave.
Love from Percy
-o-0-o-
"He is brave, a true Gryffindor... and I was beginning to think he showed all the good qualities of a stinking Slytherin before..." Ron trailed off, looking at the paper but dazing into space.
"Oh God Arthur, my little baby..." Mrs Weasley starting crying all over again.
Ginny turned to her dad Mr Weasley, who was giving Molly a comforting hug.
"Dad, are you going to do what Percy s-says? He's right you should not go back." She sniffed, trying to hold things together as her eyes look pleadingly at him.
He smiled a little; all was quiet for quite a while.
"Yes, I do believe Percy is right, I shouldn't go back because I would be selfish to desert you all in these times, but... he's my son and he is in trouble, I have to do something to protect him.
He needs help bottom line. I'll see if I can round up all the Order members, we have to do something about the Ministry, we can't delay any longer for their sake."
The whole Weasley family didn't want to hear him say that, but they knew he was right. Trust Mr Weasley to go all chivalry and heroic to save one of his own that was in need of help.
"Yes Arthur, Order first thing, I'm behind you all the way." Molly agreed and hugged him more closely.
And with that the Weasley family were getting the house ready within the next few hours for the start of the first order meeting ever without Dumbledore present. There was a large crowd all things considering, and Harry recognised quite a number of people there. He waved to a few of his professors, and sat down along with Hermione, Ron and Ginny by Hagrid's side.
It was quite cramped inside but they all managed somehow to fit, every one attended who wasn't killed or turned traitor since the last meeting that is.
Mr Weasley started off the meeting thanking them that they could all come, he told them that they now had to bond closer than ever, work together and place trust in their fellow order members, and that it was increasingly important that they made a stand against You-Know-Who to help aid the ministry when that time came.
He was asking about other ministries all over the world to help too, talking about getting help from the Bulgarians, Americans, Australians and many other countries willing.
He also kept talking of how bad the Ministry of Magic theirs in Britain really was, and pleaded to them all that he had a son and others including friends and co-workers who needed their help.
Next on the agenda he discussed that they should have an evening each week to cater defence in a vigorous training session, where he suggested current Order members who were Aurors to help guide everyone to better arm themselves and get the rest all up to speed.
"The session would be there to share each person's individual knowledge and skill in a certain area. Everyone will have a say, and can help one another." Everyone thought this a good idea, indeed this reminded Harry of his DA defence classes he taught to students willing back in his fifth year, he raised his own hand and told this to the order, that he was sure what Arthur was saying was the best solution he had heard and he whole heartedly approved of it.
Slowly the few who had doubts beforehand were utmost confident in Arthur and his plans that he wished the Order to think about.
Remus then got up at the end and asked the order members if they would consider Arthur for their leader for the time at hand. Motion was granted with enthusiasm and cheering, Harry saw Hagrid roaring his approval beside him, clapping his massive hands together. Professor McGonagall had a tear in her eye whilst clapping along vigorously too.
When they had all left, Harry was beside himself with glee, smiling broadly. This was going to work, he was sure of it, this was the kind of thing that Dumbledore had asked everyone to do all along, band together in these troubled times and that sort of thing. He also remembered when the Sorting Hat at Hogwarts made a warning, that unity with one another would help overcome whatever the given obstacle was as well.
Harry was glad for Percy to have said the things he did to Mr Weasley, it was exactly what he needed, what all of them needed, and it was a major wakeup call.
He couldn't be more proud at that moment to be a Gryffindor.
Short A/N: Im sorry for any words joining up, sadly it can't be helped sometimes. I've must have edited this chapter over ten times of that particular error and I'm sure its to do with the type of word program im using.
Lol, and I apologise if it isn't exciting this chapter, i find it very hard to begin but after a while I warm up and get into it properly.
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