Harry Potter and the Voldemort Resistance

By Bado

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter franchise including but not limited to the merchandise, the movies, or the books. Though I do own two dogs.

A/N: Hey everyone. This is my second fanfic, but my first about Harry's sixth year. This fic is based on things I look for in fanfic as well as some cool things I've read, so it'll probably be like others you've read. Also please feel free to email me about anything; things like suggestions or you can send me your reviews if you want a reply back. That's it. Now I present to you, Harry Potter and the Voldemort Resistance.

Chapter 1 Harry's Summer

The summer was only about a quarter way through. The weather had become much more bearable this summer. It wasn't scorching hot in Little Whinging, as it had been last summer, but pleasantly warm. All over people had been outside all summer to enjoy the lovely weather. Over on Wisteria Walk an elderly couple were pruning their rosebushes, a large family with four small children were eating lunch on their back patio, and on Privet Drive Vernon and Petunia Dursley along with their son, Dudley, watched their nephew weed the front garden. This certain teenage boy had raven black hair and thick rimmed glasses that slightly hid his very shocking green eyes.

Harry Potter was in many ways was not normal. He had no objections to doing chores. This was because it took his mind off of certain things. Plus, it was already two and a half weeks into the summer and Harry was already missing his school. The main reason being he desperately missed his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. He had also finished all his homework, excluding History of Magic and Divination. Harry also missed the ability to do magic without the fear of being expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school Harry went to. You see Harry was a wizard. And not even by wizard standards was he normal. In the magical world, Harry was famous for defeating the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort, when he was just a baby. He was the Boy Who Lived

This is also how Harry came to be an orphan and forced to live with his cruel relatives, the Dursleys. It was Halloween, the night Voldemort came to murder Harry. Voldemort forced entry into the Potter home. After killing Harry's parents, James and Lilly Potter, Voldemort turned his wand on Harry and said the curse that had disposed of countless others before. But somehow the curse was rebounded upon Voldemort. Voldemort left a mere shadow of his former self. Since then Voldemort has tried to regain his power a couple of times. He was finally successful in Harry's fourth year of school. Sirius Black was one of the first to be killed in this "second war."

Sirius had been Harry's godfather, as well as the closest thing to a parent he had ever known, besides maybe his friend Ron's own parents. Last year, during his History of Magic O.W.L. exam, Voldemort had placed the image of Sirius being tortured into Harry's mind. Thinking Sirius was really in trouble, Harry and a group of friends flew to the Ministry of Magic on thestrals to save Sirius. When they arrived they realized they had been lead into a trap. Harry and his friends held off Voldemort's followers (known as Death Eaters) until members of Dumbledore's group, the Order of the Phoenix, could arrive. While dueling with his cousin, Bellatix Lastrange, Sirius was hit with a Stunning Spell and sent hurling into an old and tattered veil, through which he disappeared…

Just as last summer (and probably the years before), Harry was being followed by members of the Order. Harry held true to his promise and wrote to the Order every three days. Over the break, Harry's letters to the Order about his well being got shorter and shorter until he began sending only one very short sentence on a small piece of parchment, "I'm fine. Harry"

Harry got up, done with the weeding, and dusted himself off. He walked past his lazy relatives and started into the house.

"Take off your shoes boy," his Uncle Vernon barked at him. "Your aunt has just been working her tail off cleaning that carpet," Harry stifled a snort of laughter.

Ooo Harry thought, She vacuumed one room. While he'd been back from school, Harry's relatives had put him to work, cleaning the entire house. He had vacuumed all the carpets, he washed all the walls, and he scrubbed both the kitchen and the bathroom completely clean. The day before his uncle also made him tidy up his bedroom. His clothes had been strewn all over the floor along with his schoolbooks. And to boot, poor Hedwig's cage was terribly filthy. But that didn't take long to clean.

He walked into number four and as he started up the stairs he heard the voice of his cousin Dudley.

"Mum, this morning Piers called and asked if I wanted to go ride bikes with the fellas. Do you mind if I go?"

"Of course not Dudders. Just try to be home before dark." Harry once again muffled an out break of laughter at his aunt's request. Dudley would come home whenever he damn well pleased and that would probably be no earlier than nine o'clock. Dudley and his gang were up to the same old routine, beating up little kids, taking their candy money, and then going and buying cigarettes. So far, Harry had heard of them beating up about seven kids, none of them being any older than eleven years old. They also threatened countless more.

Harry continued up the stairs and turned a corner into his small bedroom. He plopped down onto his small twin bed, but quickly got back up realizing he was incredibly dirty. So he walked over to his closet and pulled down one of the very few shirts he owned that had never belonged to Dudley. Then he went over to his short dresser and pulled out fresh jeans, socks, and boxers. Harry walked out of his bedroom, clean clothes and towel in hand, and across the hall into the bathroom. He took his time in the shower getting all the soil from the flowerbed off him. When he was all clean he just stood there letting the warm water fall over his tense muscles. He got out and wrapped himself in a towel. As he toweled off he noticed a few changes in his appearance. Harry's muscles were bigger and quite defined. He was filling out in his chest as well as his shoulders pretty well.

Probably the extra exercise paying off. Probably Quidditch practice too. Harry thought to himself. For the past five years he had been playing the best magical sport ever, which was played on brooms up in the air. And it was really good exercise too. Harry could remember everything about it so vividly; being up in the air on his Nimbus 2000. Then after the Whomping Willow destroyed that broom, he rode the Firebolt that Sirius had anonymously gave to him. And the thrill of going into a dive right behind the Golden Snitch. O how he missed Quidditch. That horrible toad woman had managed to make his life a living hell last year.

After getting dressed, Harry went back into his bedroom and once again laid down on his bed, lost in thought…

Over the two weeks Harry had been home he thought about the events of that fateful night in the Department of Mysteries whenever he had free time. Not only was he plagued by visions of Sirius falling through that tattered veil in the Death Room in his waking hours, but he had nightmares about it as well. It was like a broken record; Sirius would fall through again and again. And then there was the revelation of the prophecy. Harry can remember seeing his Divination teacher coming out of Dumbledore's Pensieve. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…And the Dark Lord will mark him as an equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord is born as the seventh month dies…" This basically meant that Harry must murder or be the victim of murder.

What kind of powers do I have that Voldemort doesn't. I mean he's been studying the Dark Arts probably since he left Hogwarts fifty years ago. He has all kinds of different powers I don't even know about yet. And Dumbledore is the only wizard he ever feared. I watched the two duel and I know I could never be that powerful. So why can't he defeat Voldemort and not me? I know why. That stupid prophecy. I wish that prophecy was never made. I wouldn't be in this god awful situation. Sirius would be alive... My parents would be alive…

During his first week back, Harry realized that he needed to be strong physically as well as magically and mentally to defeat Voldemort. So he wrote a letter to Dumbledore asking if it would be possible for Harry to begin some sort of training regimen. The old headmaster new very well how Harry felt and his reply had been a huge relief. He had said it would definitely be safe to go out and do some running and other exercise. He also encouraged Harry to start practicing Occlumency again. Dumbledore stated that he would be leaving the Dursley's home quite earlier than usual this summer. But instead of going to Grimmauld Place, he was to go to Hogwarts and begin training with his magic. Dumbledore also hinted in his reply that he had invited other students to train there as well. The select students were more than likely going to be trained by some of the Aurors that were in the Order. So when he woke up every morning since then, he would take a jog. First going only about half a mile, but now he was running at the very least two miles each morning. Spread throughout the day, Harry also did many sets of different calisthenics.

Harry's train of thought was interrupted by his Aunt Petunia's voice.

"Harry! Come down here!" Harry reluctantly walked out of his room, first snatching his wand off the bedside table and sticking it in the waistband of his jeans. Harry shut the door behind him and walked down the stairs. As he came off the last step he noticed where his aunt was sitting, on the living room sofa, and walked towards her.

"Harry, you've been working hard since you've been back. I want you to go, get out and do something."

This is quite strange, Harry thought. She's actually being nice. Harry immediately became suspicious.

"Who are you?!" Harry asked bluntly. His aunt chuckled.

"I swear to you its me Harry. I know this all sounds weird, but just listen. I very recently received a letter from your headmaster. In it he explained to me what's been going on in your life, and I just feel as your last blood relative, I should just give you a break. Your life had been pretty miserable and we here weren't doing anything to make it any better. I thought that maybe I should act as you are family, for once So please, go out and enjoy the rest of your time with us here this summer." Harry, not knowing what to say or even how to react, just stood there gaping at his aunt. Finally after a couple encouraging nods from her, he turned and walked out the living room door. He started on his way down Privet Drive, a little confused yet a lot happier. Harry heard the unmistakable Crack crack of someone apperating and someone else dissapperating. Must be changing shifts. Harry thought.

Harry decided he would walk down to the park. His first day back from Hogwarts, Harry walked down to the park. While doing a little exploring, he found a nice little park bench surrounded by several large bushes, right near the swing set and slides. It was hidden pretty well from the view of anyone looking towards the bushes or nosy little kids playing in the play area.

I must be have a knack for finding these great hiding places, Harry thought. He had just crossed Magnolia Road and was walking through the gate of the park, he heard a shout and felt something hit his torso.

A/N: I love suspense. Muhahahaha!!! Please review, I could use some good constructive criticism. Remember, flames are welcome. Also, like I stated at the beginning if you want a reply back please drop me an email. In future chapters, this is where I will be posting the pen names of all who have been so kind as to review my story.