Harry Potter and the True Seer
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Many people believe that when a person passes into the next life their spirits live on in the lives of their children. Unfortunately, Sirius Black did not have the fortune of raising children or adopting a child of his own. Does that mean the spirit die, or is his life still worthwhile to those he left behind?
One person who contemplates the passing of Sirius was his godson Harry Potter, images replay through the young boys mind; death, veils of darkness, and lastly his godfather's face just moments before his death. Harry is tormented by the constant ramblings in his head, all the voices have one central message "It was all your fault." Sleep evades the young wizard, throughout the night he tosses and turns, the nightmares plaguing him whenever he closes his eyes.
He has gotten all too familiar with the sleepless nights and occupies his time flipping through his photo albums dreaming of what it would be like to actually have parents or his godfather back. 'Why? How can life be so painful, what have I ever done to deserve this horrible destiny?' The photos came to life waving happily at Harry, but it was all in the past, there was nothing he could do to bring back his parents or Sirius.
Looking at his alarm clock Harry found that it was 4 in the morning, he could hear the crickets chirping outside his window. The cool British sky dances outside his opened window, marshmallow clouds float through the inky darkness of the night. Feeling depression quickly setting in Harry searched throughout his room for anything to stem the tide of emotion that would soon assault him.
Harry's eyes landed on his favorite thing in all the world, his precious Firebolt, believing that the broom could use a trimming Harry unpacked his broom kit. With menial labor occupying his thoughts all other dismal memories were forced back momentarily. As with all good things in life, you can only run from your memories for so long before they eventually catch up to you. Going out of his mind with grief and shame Harry needed an outlet for his anger, pacing his room he spied his faithful broom and had an idea.
Soaring through the window of his room Harry experienced the thrill only flying ever gave him. Skimming through the moonless skies, trailing white fluffs of cloud behind him, nothing could ruin this moment for Harry. Although one could easily disturb his thrill with the sudden screams of a woman in distress. 'That sounded just like Aunt Petunia's voice, what the bloody hell is going on?'
Racing back toward his uncle's home Harry saw something that made his very blood run cold. Deatheaters everywhere, surrounding the home and dragging all the Dursley's out of their normal suburban home. "Did you find the child Malfoy?"
"No, master. He does not seem to be in the home sir."
"Very well, search the home once more, if he still is not found burn it to the ground." Muffled gasps proceeded the statement, "Oh I had forgotten about these muggles, very well, leave them inside the home when you torch it. They can go down with their house."
Harry was not a monster, even though he hated the Dursleys he did not want them to die in the manner set forth by Voldemort. How could he disarm a whole army of death eaters? And where in the bloody hells were the Order? They should have arrived right after the death eaters, didn't Dumbledore say that this was the safest place for Harry?
Where were all the members? Where were Dumbledore and Remus? What had happened to the wards set on the Dursleys home? These questions spun through Harry's mind in a manner of seconds, now was the time for action not words. Harry landed 50 meters away from the death eaters, crouching low to the ground Harry removed his wand from his pocket. Harry took Mad Eye Moody's advice to heart, he always carried his wand nowadays. Performing a simple binding spell on the death eater nearest to him, Harry next sent a stunner at one of death eaters searching in the shrubs.
'Two down, only a 20 or so to go. This is just great, what else can go wrong?'
"Drop your wand and face toward me Potter." Harry knew that voice, turning around only confirmed his suspicions Lucius Malfoy was smiling like the cat that had caught the mouse. "Oh you have grown brave Potter, but bravery cannot save you from the torment that the Dark Lord will perform on you."
"Still a lackey for Voldemort? When are you going to learn Lucius? You can never be a man hiding behind a worm like that."
"Enough, Potter. I will enjoy killing you and presenting your rotting corpse to the Dark Lord himself. Not that it hasn't been a ball Potter, but I sense that you will not be around long enough to care….Avada K….arghh….." Within moments Malfoy had fallen to the ground. "A bit of prat if you ask me…Wotcha Harry? You doing alright? Not hurt are ya?"
"Tonks?"
"Well who did you think it was? The bloody king of England?" Staring at the woman who had saved his life Harry could not help but notice that her hair looked different today. "Where is everyone else Tonks? The Death Eaters have taken the Dursleys into the house, they are going to kill them."
"Don't worry Harry, I will help you free the muggles. To answer your first question I have no idea where everyone is, I am just praying that they make it here in time to help us out. Because as I see it now we won't survive the night against these odds, ready Harry?"
"Sounds like a plan, let's do it."