Disclaimer: I own nothing...well that's not true... I own a dog, but that
really doesn't have anything to do with Harry potter... I do not own any of
the characters, and I do not plan to sell this story for any money
(although I will take donations...lol). J.K. Rowling owns everything, I just
own the Idea.
HARRY POTTER AND THE FINAL PROPHECY
CHAPTER ONE ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
Harry sat down in a large squishy chair near to the desk, after pacing back and forth for the past 10 minutes. His piercing green eyes focused on the old man in front of him.
"Do you understand what I am asking of you, Harry?"
Harry looked down at the floor. His mind was jumbled; hardly even recognize the foreign information swarming his brain.
"When?" he asked, not willing to look into the old man's eyes.
"As soon as possible."
Albus Dumbledore looked at the 7th year with much admiration. His heart ached to take this burden away from him. He has suffered too much. Dumbledore knew of what he was asking him. He knew too well of the feeling's Harry felt. The fate of the world had fallen on this boy's- no man's- shoulders before he had even began to walk.
Harry Potter could no longer to called 'a boy' in anyone's eyes. He had seen too much. The small amount of innocence that had survived the Dursleys, and brought to Hogwarts, had been stolen along with everything else many years ago. There was no longer a childish glow of youth in the man's green eyes. No, he has seen too much. He has felt too much.
"I understand."
Those two words nearly broke Dumbledore's heart. He had been hoping Harry would have gotten angry, or show any sign of emotion. That was not Harry though. He understood his goal in life. He understood his 'only purpose' to live.
His green eyes flickered back up to the face of his headmaster. He stared into Dumbledore's eyes unblinkingly.
Harry had gotten rid of his glasses a year ago-finding them too annoying to replace following ever fight. Now, the piercing green eyes bore directly into the soul. Not even a sheet of glass was left to protected the 'victim'.
Harry had grown a lot also. He was no longer short and scrawny. This tall, buff body grew much attention from many of the girls around Hogwarts. His hair, as scruffy as ever, bore the un-canning resemblance to the late James Potter, Harry's father. But his eyes, Lily's eyes. The famous bright green eyes that used to reveal so much emotion lay cold and dark.
"I'm sorry, Harry, for it is I who much always bare you the news. I'm sorry that it is used who always must do this."
Harry's eyes still showed no sign of emotion. He just stared at the man.
"I don't blame you, sir. This is my life. It always has been. I was not born to lead a normal life. I was born to fulfill a prophecy- and this is just another step towards it." Harry said it with no anger, or resentment- only acceptance.
Albus sighed and surveyed the man though his glasses. He had grown so close to Harry since his faithful first day at Hogwarts. He could feel Harry pushing away with every word he spoke.
"You shouldn't have to give your life for this Harry. You deserve a peaceful life with a family. With all you've been through, I'd say you deserve it more then others. "
"I deserve nothing, sir." Harry said, his head bowed, with sadness filling his voice. It was the only emotion he had showed in a long time. Harry's mind drifted back to the battle two days ago. "So many people have died because of me. For me, sir. My only purpose now is to honor their death by fulfilling the hope they died for. My use is to kill Voldemort. They died so I could kill him. They died for his death. I will do anything to grant their final wishes."
"They didn't die just for you to kill him, Harry. They died to save you- so that you could live another day. You are far too young for this responsibility, yet it was placed upon your shoulders at too young of an age. Although you may not seem it, Harry, you are still a boy. But... in many ways, you are older then even I." Dumbledore chucked softly. "You have an old soul. You have a great ability to put aside personal feelings to do what is right. That is something that not many posses. It is a great value, but is often misused. I can ruin one's life, if not carefully watched. You need to learn that sometimes it is you that comes first. Another thing I blame myself for. I will forever blame myself for what I have done to you."
The room became very silent for a while. Dumbledore's face was filled with sorrow as he again met Harry's blank eyes. He seemed to understand so much, but be so ignorant about his own life. He has never realized how much of an impact he had made on the world and on the people in his life. He had never realized how much people actually cared about him.
"Sir," Harry's voice interrupted Dumbledore's thoughts, "May I say goodbye?"
It was such a simple question, but it meant so much to Harry Potter. He knew he couldn't leave with out seeing his friends once more. Though he never showed it, they were the one thing keeping him alive. He valued them like nothing else. They were his true family, the people he was fighting for.
"You may collect your things, and say your goodbyes, but no one must know you are leaving."
Harry's face fell, and a flash of great sorrow filled his green eyes. It faded as quickly as it came, only to be replaced by darkness once more.
"You have 30 minutes. Please be ready to leave from my office then."
Dumbledore watched as Harry nodded his consent, and walked out of his office.
"What I would give to take this all away from him. What I would give to be in his place, just to spare him another hardship..."
Albus Dumbledore shook his head, and looked down at a small piece of paper below him.
"The Dark Lord has risen once more,
feared worse then ever before.
The boy is forced into manhood too young,
pushing away those he is among.
A great sacrifice he is needed to make,
a strange potion he has to take.
One which will wipe his memory clean,
and hides his life in one gene.
He knows his task ahead,
for at the end of the battle either will be dead.
Only a true love bond,
can separate the brother's wands."
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
There you go, Chapter One. This is my first Harry Potter story on fanfiction.net, but I've written a couple in the past. I know it's not very long. But I'll try to make the next one longer. I wrote this last night, and finished it during school today. Well if you like what you see, (or severely hate it) please REVIEW!! It's not that hard... one word (or more.. () is all I ask :D Well thanks for reading :D -Lianne P.S. Could someone help me with the Italics and Boldness I cant get it to work.
HARRY POTTER AND THE FINAL PROPHECY
CHAPTER ONE ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
Harry sat down in a large squishy chair near to the desk, after pacing back and forth for the past 10 minutes. His piercing green eyes focused on the old man in front of him.
"Do you understand what I am asking of you, Harry?"
Harry looked down at the floor. His mind was jumbled; hardly even recognize the foreign information swarming his brain.
"When?" he asked, not willing to look into the old man's eyes.
"As soon as possible."
Albus Dumbledore looked at the 7th year with much admiration. His heart ached to take this burden away from him. He has suffered too much. Dumbledore knew of what he was asking him. He knew too well of the feeling's Harry felt. The fate of the world had fallen on this boy's- no man's- shoulders before he had even began to walk.
Harry Potter could no longer to called 'a boy' in anyone's eyes. He had seen too much. The small amount of innocence that had survived the Dursleys, and brought to Hogwarts, had been stolen along with everything else many years ago. There was no longer a childish glow of youth in the man's green eyes. No, he has seen too much. He has felt too much.
"I understand."
Those two words nearly broke Dumbledore's heart. He had been hoping Harry would have gotten angry, or show any sign of emotion. That was not Harry though. He understood his goal in life. He understood his 'only purpose' to live.
His green eyes flickered back up to the face of his headmaster. He stared into Dumbledore's eyes unblinkingly.
Harry had gotten rid of his glasses a year ago-finding them too annoying to replace following ever fight. Now, the piercing green eyes bore directly into the soul. Not even a sheet of glass was left to protected the 'victim'.
Harry had grown a lot also. He was no longer short and scrawny. This tall, buff body grew much attention from many of the girls around Hogwarts. His hair, as scruffy as ever, bore the un-canning resemblance to the late James Potter, Harry's father. But his eyes, Lily's eyes. The famous bright green eyes that used to reveal so much emotion lay cold and dark.
"I'm sorry, Harry, for it is I who much always bare you the news. I'm sorry that it is used who always must do this."
Harry's eyes still showed no sign of emotion. He just stared at the man.
"I don't blame you, sir. This is my life. It always has been. I was not born to lead a normal life. I was born to fulfill a prophecy- and this is just another step towards it." Harry said it with no anger, or resentment- only acceptance.
Albus sighed and surveyed the man though his glasses. He had grown so close to Harry since his faithful first day at Hogwarts. He could feel Harry pushing away with every word he spoke.
"You shouldn't have to give your life for this Harry. You deserve a peaceful life with a family. With all you've been through, I'd say you deserve it more then others. "
"I deserve nothing, sir." Harry said, his head bowed, with sadness filling his voice. It was the only emotion he had showed in a long time. Harry's mind drifted back to the battle two days ago. "So many people have died because of me. For me, sir. My only purpose now is to honor their death by fulfilling the hope they died for. My use is to kill Voldemort. They died so I could kill him. They died for his death. I will do anything to grant their final wishes."
"They didn't die just for you to kill him, Harry. They died to save you- so that you could live another day. You are far too young for this responsibility, yet it was placed upon your shoulders at too young of an age. Although you may not seem it, Harry, you are still a boy. But... in many ways, you are older then even I." Dumbledore chucked softly. "You have an old soul. You have a great ability to put aside personal feelings to do what is right. That is something that not many posses. It is a great value, but is often misused. I can ruin one's life, if not carefully watched. You need to learn that sometimes it is you that comes first. Another thing I blame myself for. I will forever blame myself for what I have done to you."
The room became very silent for a while. Dumbledore's face was filled with sorrow as he again met Harry's blank eyes. He seemed to understand so much, but be so ignorant about his own life. He has never realized how much of an impact he had made on the world and on the people in his life. He had never realized how much people actually cared about him.
"Sir," Harry's voice interrupted Dumbledore's thoughts, "May I say goodbye?"
It was such a simple question, but it meant so much to Harry Potter. He knew he couldn't leave with out seeing his friends once more. Though he never showed it, they were the one thing keeping him alive. He valued them like nothing else. They were his true family, the people he was fighting for.
"You may collect your things, and say your goodbyes, but no one must know you are leaving."
Harry's face fell, and a flash of great sorrow filled his green eyes. It faded as quickly as it came, only to be replaced by darkness once more.
"You have 30 minutes. Please be ready to leave from my office then."
Dumbledore watched as Harry nodded his consent, and walked out of his office.
"What I would give to take this all away from him. What I would give to be in his place, just to spare him another hardship..."
Albus Dumbledore shook his head, and looked down at a small piece of paper below him.
"The Dark Lord has risen once more,
feared worse then ever before.
The boy is forced into manhood too young,
pushing away those he is among.
A great sacrifice he is needed to make,
a strange potion he has to take.
One which will wipe his memory clean,
and hides his life in one gene.
He knows his task ahead,
for at the end of the battle either will be dead.
Only a true love bond,
can separate the brother's wands."
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
There you go, Chapter One. This is my first Harry Potter story on fanfiction.net, but I've written a couple in the past. I know it's not very long. But I'll try to make the next one longer. I wrote this last night, and finished it during school today. Well if you like what you see, (or severely hate it) please REVIEW!! It's not that hard... one word (or more.. () is all I ask :D Well thanks for reading :D -Lianne P.S. Could someone help me with the Italics and Boldness I cant get it to work.