Harry Potter and the Training of Inferno
The first of the trilogy of Hope…
Summary: 6th Year, Powers, Enemies, Friends, Training, Elves, Goblins, Dwarfs, Dragons, Vampires, Wolves, Elementals, Anamgi, Independent Harry, Fates, Super Light Side, Super Dark Side, The Inferno Team and no real shippings. The Trilogy of Hope.
Full Summary: Some People think that the Fates control the Future, but what if they did? What if the Fates had to follow Rules? What would happen if a Fate became Evil? Death is not a matter anymore as the Dead will come back and fight, The past Dark Lords will join forces with the present Dark Lord, all of who will be under the command of the Dark Fate. The Dark Fate had made the plan long ago at the time of the Four Founders of Hogwarts, and set a path towards a Dark Future. Now the question is what will the other Fates do? They will break The Sacred Rules to give the World Hope, They will make a Team that will bring the World together to fight, to bring back the Lords of Light, To Forge Hope the Fates will call upon The Inferno Team. What if that Team consisted of Harry and his friends…? It's time to step things up a notch!!!
AN: Ok first of all this isn't one of those easy going fics, like "Hay Ron" "Hay Hermione, guess what I love you! Lets get married!" lol. Yeah, so it's going to take time. Ok I have really thought of how I'm going to fit all those things into the story without losing its realism and I'd say I did a good job, but that doesn't mean I don't need your reviews in fact I need them a lot, after all this is my first fic and I am really inexperienced at this. All the new powers and everything will make sense and this fic isn't one of those because She/He is the heir of Merlin they get all these powers one night while sleeping. But for Harry there is something like that and there's a really good explanation which is still not because he's the heir of someone it's more to do with the AK curse when he was a baby and what the Fates did. Ok the elementals thing you'll see how that works and why that works because it does have a good explanation. Ok the independent thing, well Harry becomes independent, he finds out about his family, trains himself up and gets Dumbledore to train the rest and oh yeah it's a bit of manipulative Dumbledore but not much and it is a Good Grandfather Dumbledore type. Ok there will be a lot of fighting and it's not going to be pretty so you have been warned, anyways have fun!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the old characters and storyline, the rest is just a made up version By the way this will be the Disclaimer for the whole story….
Chapter One: Loss of Hope, Confrontations and a New Resolve
He had found it, finally after all these years, after so many Dark Lords had failed. Lord Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle had found it.
Found what? Voldemort had found a Chamber, so what was so special about a chamber? No, this Chamber was special as every creature that had drowned in darkness would tell you, there was something there… something they craved nearly as much as power. Voldemort had felt this chamber somewhere… as had so many dark creatures before him, but none had known where to look, but they all searched, but had never found… until now.
Every dark creature wanted to find this Chamber, but why? Because they could feel the dark power that resided in this chamber, they could feel that in this Chamber resided something that was destined to complete darkness; they could feel it in their very bones.
Voldemort had found it… no, it had found him… as Voldemort grew more powerful, he could feel a pulse somewhere but the pulse was different, he was not able to track it. After his ritual with the dementors he felt the pulse grow stronger strong enough for him to track it, he felt the knowledge of where the Chamber was forever imprinted into his mind, into his very soul.
He had to find an Honour Dragon, a dragon thought to be extinct, and kill it. Once he had done that, he had to pour his magic into the heart of the dragon on its last beats and then had to soak the heart in unicorn blood and then bury it where the pulse was strongest.
Lucky for him he had known where the Honour Dragon would be, but to kill an Honour Dragon was no easy feat, they were extremely powerful, smart and quick. He had had to kill the Honour Dragon quietly as he could not risk the any other dragon realising that he had been the one to kill the legendary dragon; after all he did need allies.
He had done the ritual deep in the amazon where the pulse was strongest.
Once the ritual had been completed, he had felt his power return. He had been stunned, but did not have much time to ponder what had just happened as the earth began to rumble, the ground seemed to fall away to reveal a wide stairway leading down, seemingly forever.
"Stay here, do not follow" Voldemort commanded his death eaters, as he walked down the stairs.
He had walked for at least half an hour before he felt himself begin to grow apprehensive and afraid as he neared the end of the stairs. Voldemort had never been afraid, even contrary to public belief of him being afraid of that fool Dumbledore or that Potter brat, he had only been cautious. Voldemort had not been afraid once since he had opened the Chamber of Secrets, since he had opened Slytherins book of dark arts The darkest of arts, The Parsalmouths Gift. But now he was…
It was dark, everywhere he looked there was only darkness, and even to his enhanced eyesight he could not see a thing, he tried to conjure light, but it all proved futile. As he continued to walk in a straight line, he could almost hear the wailing of trapped souls screaming for him to go back, to leave the darkness to sleep forever… but of course he would not. As he continued to walk every cell in his body screamed for him to stop, his near none existent heart was beating frantically, his bones had become ice, his skin… he could not feel any… his soul seemed to want to leave his body, but was compelled by some higher force to stay, his magic seemed to dim, but he continued…
After about another hour light seemed to illuminate the path ahead, he quickened his pace. As he looked around he could see that the walls where black… not just black, but so black they seemed to absorb all light into them, as he continued walking he realised that something was dropping from the ceiling, he already knew what it was… he could smell it, but he was confused where had it come from… where had the fresh blood come from?
Finally after another fifteen minuets or so he had reached a wall… a dead end, but he knew it wasn't, he knew it was waiting for a blood sacrifice. Voldemort hurriedly pulled out a dark green dagger with the symbol of the dark mark embedded onto it, as his skeletal hand began to shake he quickly drew the symbol of darkness on to his palm once that was done he placed his hand onto the stone wall before him. He did not know how he knew what to do, or even how the symbol of darkness looked like but it was as if he had always known, as if it was natural like breathing…
The wall began to crumble away as Voldemort took a few steps back. Once the wall had crumbled away it started to dissolve into thin air, a few seconds later it had all vanished. Voldemort continued forwards and then suddenly stopped… he fell to his knee's and kept his face bowed, just like his servants did in his presence.
He could feel a power that was not like anything he had ever felt before in his life, something so powerful that every living being in existence together could not match its power. He trembled in its presence. Finally Voldemort spoke..
"I am here to serve… My Master" Voldemort said as her cackle tore through his very soul.
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Silence…that was the only word you could use to describe it. Harry was on his way back to Number 4 Private Drive, in his uncles new company car from his 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; yeah, that's right Witchcraft and Wizardry. What does this mean well this means that Harry Potter is a wizard, that's right a wizard anyways now your probably thinking what's a wizard doing in a car? Isn't that a bit unusual? Well who said Harry Potter was a normal Wizard? He isn't normal in any sense of the word, from his jet black hair to his old worn out shoes, everything about him was unusual. So are his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia or his cousin Dudley, Witches and Wizards as well. Definitely not. They were completely normal well at least they liked to think so, after all when has being related to Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived, Crazed attention seeking lunatic, Champion of the Tri-wizard Tournament, Helper of Escaped Convicts, Slayer of Slytherins Basilisk, Saviour of the Philosophers stone, Juvenile delinquent, Thorn in the side of Dark Lords, normal? You guessed it Harry Potter is a soon to be 16 year old Hero of the Wizarding World. As you can probably tell Harry Potter has quite a busy life, but right now it's the summer and he should be enjoying it, but guess what he's dreading it.
Harry's so called relatives hate him; they hate him so much that they kept him as their slave for the 9 years of his life living under their cupboard under the stairs. In that time Harry spent every moment wondering who he was, how his parents were like, what jobs they had… why his parents left him with the Dursleys, did they hate him as well? but most of all why did the Dursleys hate him and his parents so much?
Why would someone do that to a child if he's seen as a hero to the magical world? Well who knows but all that is known for sure is that they hate magic with a passion.
At the end of each year at Hogwarts, Harry always had a life and death encounter. But this year, to Harry was the worst ever. Since Harry had first found out he was a wizard on his eleventh birthday he had begun to think he may actually have a life, as a few months wore on, Harry had made friends for the first time in his life, he had someone to look up to as a Grandfather figure even if there was a crazed Dark Lord after him, he had always thought he would live a good life better then anything he had lived at the Dursley's. But since the resurrection of Lord Voldemort the most evil and powerful Dark Lord to ever live his life had begun to break apart.
Last year he had been grieving a lost friend who he believed had died as a result of his actions, then was put on trial because he was protecting himself and his cousin from a soul sucking demon, then the press had accused him of lying, murder and joining forces with Voldemort, he also had to deal with pain thorough his scar, His Professor Snape, who hates him nearly as much as the Dursley's do, breaking into his mind on a regular basis, secrets being kept from him, Albus Dumbledore, his idol and Grandfather figure not even looking him in the eye, going to the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic to save his Godfather, then being caught in a trap and seeing his Godfather his only parental figure murdered before his very eyes and then to top it of finding out that there is a prophecy that states he either has to kill or be killed, and if he does die then there is no other hope for the world.
'It's all my fault, everything because of me, because I'm alive others close to me die, my Parents, Cedric … Sirius. And now I either have to kill or be killed 'either must die at the hand of the other as neither can live whilst the other survives' there's no chance…' Harry thought as he remembered Dumbledore and Voldemort fighting in the ministry.
"BOY, BOY, you answer me when I speak to you, DO YOU UNDERSTAND" yelled Vernon.
"Yes Vernon" replied Harry
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!" screeched Vernon as Petunia reached over to her walrus like husband trying to sooth him down as one would sooth a gorilla, so they would be able to reach their home safely without having a car accident.
Harry merely turned back to looking out the window at the passing scenery not noticing his cousin's quizzical glance at him.
"Boy when are you leaving this time" asked Petunia bitterly thinking about how long they had to deal with his "freakishness".
"I don't know" replied Harry bitterly thinking about how he didn't even know what other people had planned for his own life, 'even the simplest things? It's my bloody life, why should they have any right to control my life?... oh yeah, I'm their weapon' Harry thought bitterly.
The rest of the ride to number 4 passed without incidence, as they neared the house Harry wondered if his "security" was already there waiting for him. Everyone got out of the car as soon as it had stopped, his aunt and cousin hurried inside leaving the door open for Harry and Vernon to come in, Vernon unlocked the boot and waited for Harry to take his trunk and Hedwig's cage out as he did, he lost control of the trunk and it fell on his foot. Vernon snorted in amusement as he locked the car.
"Harry let me help you with that" came the familiar voice of one of Harry's ex-Defence against the dark arts teacher and his fathers and Sirius's best friend and last remaining Marauder Remus Lupin wearing his usual worn-out clothes.
"Thanks, what are you doing here" asked Harry.
Before Remus could answer Vernon pushed past him into the house, face shining bright purple, which in Harry's key of 'Colours Vernon's face Mean' ment humiliated and for another episode of 'Vernon Crash, Vernon Bash, Vernon Angry Grrrrrrr'.
"I just came to check if you're doing ok" answered Remus, The concern evident in his voice but his face showing anger as he watched Vernon retreat into number four.
"I'm fine just a bit tired that's all" answered Harry still not willing to talk about Sirus.
"Do you want me to talk to your aunt and uncle?" asked Remus.
"No, I'll be fine, don't worry, but thanks anyways" answered Harry as they silently made there way inside the house carrying both trunk and a cage holding a still sleeping Hedwig. As they entered they could hear the Dursley's in the kitchen and the sound of cooking 'Of course they can't stay longer then and hour without eating a feast' Harry thought as they continued to make their way upstairs to Harry's room, Harry noticed Remus was glaring at the cupboard under the stairs 'I guess he knows about that then'. Harry opened the door and found that the room had changed, all the furniture had been taken out of the room only leaving a small mattress on the floor in the top right corner of the room, the wallpaper and the carpet had been torn off only leaving the rooted wood underneath exposed and the wall a dull gray/.
Before Remus could have a look into the room Harry quickly closed the door.
"Thanks Professor" replied Harry slowly lowering the trunk to the ground motioning Remus to do the same. Remus having a curiosity of the condition of Harry's room quickly erased from his thoughts when Harry called him 'Professor' completely forgot about it, making Harry's plan successful.
"Harry I haven't been your professor in nearly 2 years, you can call me Remus" said Remus
"Thanks pro... Remus" replied Harry still looking as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Remus smiled.
"Good, Harry if you need me or anyone else we're here for you and always will be, now I'm off I need to get back to Headquarters" said Remus. Harry nodded as Remus climbed down the stairs, opened the door and left.
Harry sighed in relief 'Thank God Remus didn't see he might have changed the room getting the Dursley's even more angry might not be the best of ideas, because I'm probably going to have to stay here the whole summer'.
Harry pulled the trunk with Hedwig's cage on top of it into the room. He sat down on the floor opened Hedwig's cage and softly probed the Owl awake, Hedwig slowly awoke, looking annoyed and snapped her beak at Harry.
"Sorry girl but its best if you go hunt now you might not get another chance later" Harry told Hedwig as he got up and opened the window, Hedwig got out of her cage and flew over to Harry, nipped his ear affectionately and then flew out of the window.
"Well at least someone's free" muttered Harry as a pained expression passed his face thinking about his Godfather spending 12 years imprisoned in Azkaban and then the rest at Grimwald place. Remembering Sirus brought all that happened on the night at the ministry back to Harry, from seeing the vision in the history of magic exam, arguing with his friends, leaving Umbridge with the centaurs. flying on the Thestrals, getting to the hall of Prophecies, being surrounded by Voldemort's inner circle, fighting to escape, thinking Hermione might die, the order coming to help, the Prophecy braking, …Sirus dieing…, Chasing Bellatrixe, using the cruciatus curse, Voldemort and Dumbledore duelling, being possessed, trapped in the Headmasters office and then …the Prophecy.
As Harry recounted the events he slowly slid down to the floor in silent agony, he slowly crawled on the mattress and curled into a fatal position and slowly cried himself to sleep. Thinking of how it had been his fault and how he could have done so many things differently.
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The sky was blood red and everywhere he looked there was an empty grave with one of his friends names on Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Remus, Molly, Arthur, Fred, George, Charlie, Bill, Tonks, Albus, Minerva, Percy. He started running trying to get away but the graves were following him spinning around him, his footsteps made no noise nothing did but he still ran and ran until he lost complete track of how long he had been running but he still continued until the graves stopped following and spinning around him. He sighed in relief and started running again but as soon as he started he stopped gaping in horror at what was in front of him. It was the veil that Sirus had fallen through. He ran back toward the graves but the veil still followed. As he was running through the graves, he stopped. He didn't stop out of free will but he stopped because he couldn't move, he was petrified. He was like that for a few seconds until he could move again, he slowly turned back dreading what he might see, he was right the veil was now in front of him and the graves surrounding him. Ripples ran through the veil and it slowly disintegrated away leaving only the arch and the black void between. A athletic figure strode out of it holding a presence of authority and great power, the likes of which Harry had never felt, the figure was robed in black silk robes, his hood covering his face which he slowly lowered revealing a pale healthy face of an older Tom Marvolo Riddle with black eyes which seemed to suck in light, but looking more human then Harry had ever seen him. Harry gasped in astonishment Voldemort looked almost human no longer with a reptilian like face and gleaming red eyes but now the only thing that made him look evil was his scowl and black void there were where his eyes were supposed to be.
"Potter I see you approve of my new appearance" spoke Voldemort. Harry didn't reply still confused as to what was happening. Voldemort started to cackle at the look of shock in Harry's face. Harry's anger started to increase, how dare he invade his mind and torment him with the deaths of those he loves?
"Shut it Riddle, if you're just going to stand there and laugh after all this, you're more stupid then I thought, and that's unbelievable because it would seem that Crabbe and Goyle are twice as smart as you" shot Harry. Tom looked enraged for a second before an evil smile spread across his face.
"Crucio" screeched Riddle. There was no wand or even any beam of light before Harry fell to his knees biting his lower lip to keep in the scream threatening to brake out. The pain was immense much more painful then last time he had been hit by the cruciatus curse, it felt as if daggers where running through his veins, as if his bones where on fire cracking under a huge weight and as if his mind was being frozen into solid ice. Riddle held the curse on Harry for a few minutes but to Harry it was days and days of pain.
"Learn your place boy" hissed Riddle, as Harry lay on the group gasping for breath as the pain slowly receded.
"So are you going to teach me professor" Harry retorted, as Riddle sent another crucio but took it of after seconds.
"Really Potter your stupidity is astounding, if you wish to stay sane I suggest you hold your tongue" said Riddle calmly. Harry slowly looked up, stuck his tongue out and then held it with his left hand.
"Am I doing it right or can you show me" hissed Harry losing track of the conversation as his brain seemed to be working too slowly. Riddle flicked his hand and Harry was thrown back crashing into a gravestone. Harry gasped in pain as thorn vines roped around him and bound him to a gravestone, looking over his shoulder trying to read the gravestone to see if Riddle was replaying the end of his forth year. He looked at the Gravestone in shock as he re-read the names on it.
Lilly and James Potter
Cedric Diggory
Sirus Black
Harry inwardly cringed at the last name but turned back to see Riddle smirking at him.
"You bastard what are you playing at" Shouted Harry. The veil behind Riddle started wailing as four figures came out wearing dark red robes looking deathly thin. They had chalk white skin and sunken listless eyes you could see every bone in their faces. Harry choked back a sob as he looked at his parents, Cedric and Sirus, slowly tears started to leak down his face as they came closer to him until they where only meters away. They looked at him their eyes slowly revealing their emotions anger, betrayal, sadness and worst of all hate for him.
"Harry why? WHY?" screamed Cedric.
"Harry how could you after all we did for you; you killed us this is your entire fault. We would be living happy lives if it wasn't for you. WE WOULD BE ALIVE" Screamed Sirus. His mother ran up to him and slapped him as hard as she could, then ran back to his father sobbing.
"You are no son of mine" hissed James.
Harry didn't try to argue because he knew they where right, they where right it was because of him, he started crying harder, Riddle spoke again.
"You know its always going to be like this you're always going to get everyone you love killed" Riddle said smiling sadistically as he waved his hand and the binds holding Harry disappeared and Lilly, James, Cedric and Sirus walked away to the side still sobbing and holding each other for support.
As Harry stood up again as all the weasly's, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Remus, Tonks, Albus, and Minerva appeared in front of him. Suddenly a wand appeared in his hand and from its own accord raised his hand and pointed towards Minerva, his mouth spoke the words he never thought he'd say.
"Avada Kadavra" hissed Harry.
Minerva fell dead to the ground as the green light hit her, then Tonks, Luna, Neville, Remus, Hermione, the Weasly's and then last Albus who had the same look that everyone else had on their faces before they were struck down by the green light the look of utter disappointment that broke Harry's heart but the green light still hit each of them no matter his best efforts to stop it.
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Harry woke up screaming as his Scar burst open in white hot pain and blood trickled down his face. Harry sat there panting as he slowly regained control over himself realising it was just a dream and not real. Harry listened for any sign of his Uncle coming and banging on the door but there was nothing to worry about thankfully, but he was sure he woke up the whole street, he reached over and picked up his glasses and put them on.
Harry heard a slight pop and jumped for his wand grabbing it and pointing it to where he heard the sound.
"Wotcha Harry, sorry if I scared you I just heard you screaming like a banshee and thought I'd see what was wrong" Tonks said hurriedly as she looked around the room pointing he wand in unknown directions before turning back to Harry.
"Sorry, it was just a bad dream" Harry said as he took a shuddering breath and lowered his wand. Tonks looked at Harry and then gasped as she realised that his scar was bleeding. She rushed over and pushed Harry onto his mattress to heal is head.
"Wha…" Harry spluttered, but as Tonks pushed him, she pushed Harry a little too hard and Harry hit his head on the wall making his headache worse, and knocking him out.
"Shit, sorry Harry" Tonks said/
She quickly closed his scar and cleaned the blood of his face, then pointed her wand at him.
"Ennervate" whispered Tonks. Harry blinked a few times before managing to focus on Tonks.
"What happened?" asked Harry
"You ahh… fell over" spluttered Tonks, Harry looked at her quizzically, and then shrugged.
"Anyways, why was your scar bleeding" asked Tonks.
"Voldemort T.V." Said Harry sarcastically, remembering Tonks was raised as a muggle.
"What happened" asked Tonks turning back into serious auror mode as she conjured to chairs for her and Harry, Harry got up and sat on one while Tonks sat on the other
"We were just talking" Harry sighed, he didn't want to tell anyone about his dream it would be too hard. As he thought about it his anger flared at Riddle.
"I think we should get Dumbledore" said Tonks.
"Ya I suppose…" he replied, He was still angry at Dumbledore but he was also grateful that Dumbledore cared enough that he wanted Harry to live a normal life, but Dumbledore had way too much control over his life and that was the biggest problem. Dumbledore had made so many decisions about his life without even including him, most of them seemed to ruin his life even more. Harry decided that he would only listen to Dumbledore when he thought was best and that he would do what he thought was best even if it was against Dumbledores orders. Harry would make sure that he had another way of getting information about Voldemort and the order if not from Dumbledore then from Remus or through spying he didn't care, he deserved to be treated as an adult after all he'd been through more then most the order combined… and he would make sure he had information no matter what…
Tonks took out a mirror and looked into it. "Albus Dumbledore" Tonks said clearly.
"Yes Tonks" replied the voice of the leader of the order of the Phoenix.
"Could you come over to Harry's room with your pensive?" she questioned.
"I'll be right over" replied Dumbledore.
"Where did you get that?" asked Harry
"What the mirror,' Harry nodded "Every Auror has one, how did you know about these anyways" asked Tonks, seeing Harry's pained expression, she guessed it had something to do with Sirus.
"Si…" Harry sighed "Sirus gave me one for Christmas, he and my father used to use them at Hogwarts" Harry said softly.
"Oh, well I guess that makes sense your Grandfather was the one that invented them" replied Tonks
Harry looked up at Tonks in shock he had never heard anything about his Grandparents before, but he guessed it made sense, after all his father must have had parents and the Potters were well known and quite wealthy even before Harry was born….
"Wow…" was Harry's reply
"Hello Harry, Tonks… what do we owe this pleasure" said a quite voice.
Both Harry's and Tonk's heads snapped to where the noise came from causing Albus Dumbledore to chuckle and the other two to glare at him.
"Harry had a vision professor" said Tonks. Dumbledore's mood changed from merry to serious as suddenly as he had appeared.
"Am I right in assuming that it was much worse this time?" asked Dumbledore gravely.
Harry nodded in response "He was able to use the cruciatus but it was much more worse then the others, he looked human professor like an older Tom Riddle except he had these black eyes… and I don't know how but he seemed much more powerful then before… I've never felt anything like it"
Dumbledore and Tonks looked ill at the very thought of anything like this had happening.
"Nyphondera can you get a pain relieving potion and a flask of dreamless sleep potion from Poppy"
Tonks nodded, stood up and then apperated away with a slight crack.
"Harry could you please stand up?" questioned Dumbledore, Harry nodded and Dumbledore banished the two chairs Tonks had conjured earlier with a wave of his wand, with another wave and a few muttered words the room enlarged and with a last wave he conjured 3 chairs and a small table. Dumbledore pulled out a pensive from one of his side pockets and placed it onto the table, he then offered Harry a seat which Harry gladly accepted and he sat down on the one opposite to him. Dumbledore looked around the room with a look of dismay before turning back towards Harry.
"Harry… Remus had asked if you could meet him at Mrs. Figgs?" asked Dumbledore
"Of course professor" Harry replied
"Now Harry to use a pensive you must put the wand to you temple, think about what you wish to extract and then concentrate where the wand touches your temple and pull the wand away, Here use my wand as I have not been able to get you permission for underage magic" said Dumbledore
Harry nodded and took the offered wand, put the wand to his temple, concentrated on the vision, then the wand and pulled it away. He felt a pulling sensation in the back of his head and then it stopped leaving a slight numbing feeling there, he lowered the silvery strand into the pensive and gave it to Dumbledore, as he did this Tonks had returned also followed by the arrival of Remus Lupin.
"Harry what's wrong" asked Remus urgently
"Nothing Remus, only a dream" answered Harry as Dumbledore conjured another chair for Remus
"I think we should all go in if that is ok with you Harry? You do not have to let us or come with us" said Dumbledore
Harry didn't want to show everyone but they had a right to know and he knew it was important, but a part of him didn't want to share the experience he didn't want them to see him so weak… and he was supposed to save them,,, sighing quickly he nodded.
"But I won't be coming with you" answered Harry
"Ok Remus, Tonks if you would touch the inside of the pensive" said Dumbledore.
Dumbledore, Remus and Tonks leaned over and touched the inside of the pensive as they did so there eyes rolled to the back of their heads but their bodies did not move.
Harry stared at them for a few seconds and then decided that he didn't want to be there when they came back and deal with their pitying looks at him, so he decided to go get something to eat as he hadn't eaten anything since that morning. As Harry went downstairs he couldn't help but feel depressed thinking about if Sirus was alive would he have come with Remus to check on him? Sighing in frustration Harry entered the kitchen. As he looked around he realised that the T.V. had been taken out 'probably in Dudley's room' Harry thought as he made his sandwiches, poured a glass of milk and sat down to eat.
Harry wondered about how long it would take them to finish of the memory and concluded it would be a while so he may as well take his time eating. 40 or so minutes later Harry finished and went back upstairs to his room. As he entered he nearly fell backwards at what he saw.
The whole room had changed it was now twice as big as before about 12 meters in length and 8 meters in height, the room was generally decorated in Red and Gold Gryffindor colours 'Well no surprise there' His 'bed' had been transformed into a four poster bed just like he had back at Hogwarts, next to the bed was a small bedside table which held a vial of what Harry knew to be dreamless sleep potion, next to the potion was an silver analogue alarm clock which looked as if it had not been used in years. On the opposite side of the room there was a roaring fireplace with comfy looking chairs situated around a small table, which looked like it had a whole array of lemony sweets on it ranging from sherbet lemons to lemon drops, Next to the fire place on the left was a small book shelf with his school books that had previously resided in his trunk, packed at the lower shelf of the book shelf.
"Wow" whispered Harry, still looking around and noticing only then that Dumbledore was still there, smiling a smile which Harry realised didn't reach his eyes and that were absent of their trademark twinkle.
"Well, Harry remember your appointment at Mrs Figgs tomorrow and take that dreamless sleep potion on you bedside table" said The Headmaster.
"Thanks Professor, but I think I may get in trouble with my relative's for this" deadpanned Harry frowning at the thought of another conversation with his 'family'
"Do not worry, my boy, the order will make sure you have no problems" said Dumbledore sounding grave.
Harry nodded thinking he didn't like being called 'my boy' while his Professor vanished with a quite pop.
Harry walked over to his new bed, climbed into it, took of his glasses and gulped down the bad tasting potion, put it on the bedside table and fell into an easy sleep.
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Remus had just come back from the Dursley's and was worried very worried at what had happened there, what he saw in the pensive would surely give him nightmares and he was a werewolf. How could Harry a 16 year old boy deal with what he saw? He was very worried about what he considered the last of his family, what he considered the last of his pack.
"Drastic times call for drastic measures" He muttered to himself as he walked back to his room at Grimwald Place, to look for a certain marauders secret.
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The next morning Harry woke up and just laid on his bed thinking about the rest of his summer.
"I'm definitely not going back to Grimwald Place" Harry muttered to himself thinking about Sirius. 'Why was I so stupid? I should have just listened to Hermione, I can't believe I let them come with me, I got Sirius killed and them hurt. HOW STUPID COULD I GET? This is my entire fault… It's always my fault'
Harry was stuck in those thoughts until he heard Petunia shout for him.
"BOY, BOY, Mrs Figgs needs help with her garden, make yourself presentable and go help her" shouted Petunia.
"Yes, Petunia" Harry yelled back/ Ever since the end of his last summers stay at the Dursley's, Harry had decided that he would not call his relatives, Aunt or Uncle. They didn't deserve to be called that as they never acted like his Aunt or Uncle.
'I wonder what Mrs Figgs wants... Oh crap. I have to be there to meet Remus! Is it already 3 o'clock, I guess I lost track of time with no watch, oh yeah the alarm clock! Why am I always so stupid…'
Harry quickly got out of bed, flipped his trunk open and started looking for some clothes to ware to Mrs Figgs house. As he was doing this he cut his hand on something sharp in his trunk, quickly pulling it out, Harry dropped it in shock at what was in his hands.
'Sirius's mirror how could I forget? I could have used this to get him but my stupid 'hero complex'
Sighing in frustration Harry put the mirror back into the trunk grabbed a pair of trousers and shirt that didn't look to bad and pulled them on.
Harry opened his bedroom door and quickly descended the stairs, opened the front door and jogged to Mrs Figg's house.
Harry knocked on the door when he reached and waited for her to open it. Harry didn't have to wait long until he heard the shriek of a cat and then a shooing sound before the door opened showing a tired looking Mrs Figg.
"Sorry, I was late, I lost track of time" Harry said sincerely.
"That's ok dear, just come in everybody is waiting" replied Mrs Figg. Nodding Harry walked in thinking what she ment when she said everybody.
"In the sitting room dear" said Mrs Figg.
Harry walked in to the sitting room stopping in surprise at who he saw there. Ron, Hermione, Remus, Ginny, Fred, George and Mrs Weasley where there. It wasn't long before Harry was stuck in the bone-crushing embrace of Mrs Weasley and hugs from Hermione and Ginny.
"Hay, Harry thought we'd come over" Answered Ron to his confused friend.
"Hello Harry, how are you?" asked Remus
"You all didn't have to come you know" said Harry avoiding the question.
"Well, we thought we would, it was kind boring at HQ anyway." Said Ginny
"It's not that I didn't want you to come but I was kind of surprised" Harry said sincerely, grinning for the first time in a long time.
"Ahh, Hawwykins is happy…"
"Makes us feel all warn and squishy inside" said Gred and Forge
"Boy's, that's enough! Leave poor Harry alone" berated Mrs Weasley
"Harry take these, they should last you a while, remember don't have them every night. Only have them once every three days. The pain relieving potion you can take every night if you need to because their just of a mild potency." said Remus handing Harry a bag with a few vials of Dreamless sleep and pain relieving potions.
"Thanks, Remus" said Harry sincerely as he placed the bag down near his feat. None in the room seemed to find it odd that Harry needed dreamless sleep potion, so Harry concluded that they already knew about his sleeping habits, mentally sighing he turned his attention back to the present.
"So how are you Harry" asked Hermione
"I'm fine" came Harry's automatic answer. At this everyone frowned and looked like they definitely didn't think he was fine.
'So that's why they're here' Harry thought to himself again mentally sighing.
"Well, Harry seem tired and look like shit…" Ginny began
"Ginny!" interrupted Mrs Weasley sounding scandilized/
"…and I definitely don't thin that's fine" finished Ginny
"Look I really, don't want to talk about this" said Harry beginning to get annoyed
"Harry you can't bottle everything up, it won't go away if you don't think about it" Hermione said sounding critical
"That's the thing I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUY IT!" yelled Harry.
"Harry it wasn't your fault, you did what anybody in your situation would do!" said Remus
"And don't think us getting hurt was your fault" said Ron
"We chose to come and it's not like you forced us, in fact I remember you telling us not to come, so if it's anyone's fault, it's our fault" said Ginny
"It's not any of your faults it's mine, I could have listened to you Hermione or I could have listened to Snape or I could have just used that stupid mirror to contact him" Harry replied, his voice cracking with guilt
Remus knew what he would have to say, it was what he would have told James, but it was still going to be hard for Harry to accept it.
"Harry, if anyone of us where captured and hurt would you come to help us" asked Remus
"Yes" Harry answered with conviction
"Ron would you help save Harry if he were captured?" Ron nodded "Or you Hermione" Hermione nodded "Ginny" Ginny nodded "everyone?" Everyone nodded "don't you see Harry you did what anybody would have done, you did what any of us would have done. Sir… Sirius wouldn't want anyone moping about his death he would want us to celebrate his life, to remember the good times we had, he deserves that much at least. And if its anybodies fault its Voldemort's and his Death Eaters" Remus said urgently, his eyes beginning to mist over.
"But I could have done so many thing's, so differently" Harry said softly as tears began to stream down his face, not wanting anyone to see him crying Harry quickly grabbed the potion bag and left heading back to his bedroom at number 4.
"We all could have" Remus muttered to himself…
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Remus watched as Harry left the room heading towards the front door, as Molly was about to follow he quickly put a firm hand on her shoulder stopping her, she turned and glared at him.
"Give him time" Remus said softly
Molly nodded slowly and everyone seemed to let out a collective sigh.
"Do you think he'll be ok" asked Hermione
Everyone remained silent for a while
"Of course he will, he's Harry after all" Fred said merrily trying to improve everyone's moods.
"Ya, now who wants to try out our new inventions" said George, grinning mischievously.
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Petunia was watching television when the 'boy' 'Brat' walked in looking confused and as if he'd been crying.
'Maybe I should send him over to Figg's more often'.
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Harry ran upstairs to his room, threw open his door and slammed it shut once inside. 'It's true; It isn't my fault as much as it is Bellatrixe's and Voldemort. But it's my fault I've been moping around... doing nothing, so many people have died so I can live and here I am… DAMN… I should be training, learning to do something, I'm so useless. They would have wanted me to live the best I can, they would have wanted me to win… to beat Voldemort… No, no to beat Tom and for them I will. I can't believe how much time I've wasted DAMN'.
As Harry thought this he started to get angry at Voldemort, his Death Eaters, himself and Sirius 'It was a bloody duel for GOD SAKE, how stupid could you get, you should have concentrated. You might be alive now'. Tears begun to stream down his face as he got, if even possible even more angry 'If I'm the only one that can kill him, THEN I WILL KILL HIM, I'll fight and I'll win there's nothing else. I'm glad it was me, not Neville, not anybody else…'
AN: Ok you might get confused with the next chapter but finish it off it'll make more sense and also show that not everything goes as planned. Please Review, I really need to know if the chapters are well structured, well written, if it's too long or too short etc, I would really appreciate all feedback thanks. Oh yeah, Harry's sanity is questionably. Why well because I like a little bit more humour then angst but anyways…