The Driving Force of Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Chapter 1: Harry's Drive
The summer was hot and long for Harry Potter. Pushing himself in his studies amongst other things, he was changing. He was going aloof. He still possessed his righteousness, but he was cold. Even the Dursleys were afraid of him. Just a little. What scared them more was his escaped convict for a Godfather, Sirius Black. It wasn't that Harry would talk back or throw threats around, but the way he looked at the Dursley's. The Dursley's were convinced that somehow he used. his abnormality to change them. Whenever they were getting to threaten him or send him to do chores, they would glow that dark, emerald green, and his stare was filled with malice. They would immediately back down and leave him be.
Harry, on the other hand could careless about the Dursley's. Harry now believed he had a purpose in life. At the beginning of the summer, his best friend Hermione wrote him a letter telling him, `it wasn't your fault,' `don't blame yourself,' and `Professor Dumbledore will handle the you-know- who situation,' among other things that talked about studying. She of course was talking about the third task where Cedric Diggory died in front of Harry's eyes.
Harry didn't blame himself over Cedric's death. However, he was haunted in his dreams that had the dead faces of all the people coming out of Voldemort's wand. Now that he seen their face's, he could imagine what his parent's face's looked like after the rushing noise of the Killing Curse. It struck a nerve though that she just recommended that he step down and allow Dumbledore to handle him. Dumbledore's time was in the past. He did his part for the wizarding world already and, in Harry's opinion, had done more than his fair share. It was Harry and his generation's time to step up.
Now that Voldemort had come back, Harry refused to call him the Dark Lord seeing as Voldemort wasn't his Lord, or any of those other names for him, Harry thought that him and Dumbledore were in the same boat, so to speak. Everyone put their hopes into them. It just wasn't fair. Harry felt foolish when he realized that even himself did what all the rest of the wizarding world did, and put his hopes on Dumbledore.
Harry decided he was going to avenge all the people that Voldemort has killed and tortured. He used the shocked and fear laced faces as a driving force. He didn't try to push them away. Also, now that Voldemort had used his blood in his Rebirth, Harry wasn't a bystander in those prophetic dreams like he was in the two dreams he had the year before. He now saw through Voldemort's eyes and heard his thoughts. This only increased the number of face's Harry saw when his dreams that weren't through Voldemort's eyes. Only increased his hated more for Voldemort. Only increased Harry's drive to stop Voldemort.
`No longer,' Harry thought, `I can only depend on myself, I trust too easily,' he remembered trusting the fake Moody just because he said he was and that mistake almost costing him his life. He also remembered what he went through with Ron that last year. He could see where Ron was coming from, but it still didn't ease the pain.
The only two people who believed him with out a questioning glance to him, but for him were Sirius and Hermione. `What would I do without them,' Harry pondered, then realizing he was depending on them too much. `It's not fair to them,' remembering his new motto that he could only depend on himself.
Harry sent his pet owl, Hedwig, to Hermione's saying that he felt she could use her over the summer since that he would be very busy and wouldn't be writing to them, and that she didn't have an owl and could put her to better use than leaving Hedwig with himself and her to her own devices. He also asked if her and Ron wouldn't owl him seeing as it was very distracting to his summer work.
Harry's summer school work wasn't what he was talking about, seeing he finished it all in hopes that it would distract his thought's of all the face's that flashed across his eyes. That was, of course, before Hermione's letter. Now Harry worked at the loading docks at Grunnings. After a month of working there, he finally go over the stiff mornings and the fact that his muscles were tearing up inside. Now he could work a full day with just coming `home' tired.
Harry finally got a haircut deciding he wasn't going to be a baby about people seeing his scar and just have it out in the open where everyone could see it and he wouldn't have to lift up his bangs just to prove who he was. His Aunt Petunia was ecstatic that his hair finally stayed cut. Harry's voice also changed and was only squeaky for about a week, which he considered extremely quick and extremely lucky seeing that Dudley could only tease him for a week. He now had a deep baritone, which he didn't think he would have that deep of a voice. He also started growing facial hair. Not enough to grow a full blown, ZZ Top beard, but enough to grow side-burns, and have a shadow under his nose. He shaved the shadow about once a month, seeing that he thought he looked goofy with it, but grew some side-burns. He did this for two reasons. One, so he didn't look so much like his dad. He was honored that so many people thought he looked like him except for the scar and his eyes, but he wanted to have his own identity. He also noticed that not of the upper-classmen wore them. Harry didn't consider himself a rebel, but he thought he would bring Hogwarts a bit to the present times.
However that's where the changes stopped. Harry hoping that all that heavy lifting would give him awesome muscles noticed you just don't get buff over night. Or in his case, over a month. All he got out of it was a lot of pain and a slightly enlargement in his chest and arms. Harry considered this a bad thing since his legs were still incredibly skinny. So, he started running. This helped a little, but he only noticed that he got faster and could run longer. `Well,' he thought, `should help with qudditch.'
Harry also noticed he was still short. Granted, he did get a few inches and was now taller than Napoleon, he was still short compared to all his classmates, at least the boys. Harry was happy because he was of average height to the females of his class. He no longer considered, as Ron pointed out, himself a midget, but having a vertically challenged body.
In his quest to torture Voldemort badly, no longer kill him quickly since he saw him torture a six year old blond girl, started to learn kick-boxing from a muggle book he bought with his money from work. He was getting pretty good at it but had a long way to go, he could now do a lot of blocks and a few attacks to look good and make it look like he knew what he was doing. He couldn't wait to try it out on Malfoy. He started to learn this because he considered it the ultimate slap in the face if he beat Voldemort using muggle means seeing Voldemort detests anything muggle.
***
It was now Harry's birthday. He didn't expect much, since he told Ron and Hermione that they shouldn't write to him. He didn't tell Sirius not to write to him for one, because Sirius couldn't write often, and for two because he was obligated to check on him. Harry was some-what sad that was the reason Sirius wrote to him.
Over the summer, besides doing all that `good stuff' he's been doing, he's also been thinking a lot. Specifically about destiny. Harry realized that he wasn't meant to be loved. He realized this when he thought that everything he loved was taken away or was a lie. He thought about his parents that were killed. He also thought about his two flings so far this summer. The first girl, Laura, had to move out of the country only two weeks after they began dating. Harry really liked her. She was sweet, good looking, and a blond. What more could he ask for!? The other girl, Cali, was well. a ho. Harry heard that word in an American rap song and finally figured out what it meant. She got Harry on the rebound when he was grief- stricken over Laura. After a week, he caught her smooching with some nineteen year old. The guy got pissed off Harry interrupted him kissing Cali. Harry was none too happy himself, and finally got to try out his kick- boxing technique. Harry found out it works extremely well against an untrained opponent.
He also realized all the grief he puts people through. Especially Hermione. Remembering her at all his qudditch games, the First task with finger nail marks on her face, not realizing she was a girl at the Yule Ball, and he can't even imagine her face at the Third Task. Yep, Harry Potter was not meant to be loved. This caused Harry to be more aloof than he was.
`Tap, tap, tap,' knocked Harry out of his reminiscing. It was some owls with his birthday present from Sirius, Hagrid, and the school owl.
`Dear Harry,' Sirius wrote. `How's it going? Hermione wrote me and told me you're pretty busy so I'll try not to take up too much of your time. I just thought this little item would bring you some fun like it did me. Anyways, I'm busy and have to go.
Snuffles
Harry was happy he got a letter from Sirius. He flipped over Sirius' present to Harry, which was `Fun Things to do That Are Illegal!' Harry was happy, because in it were ways to learn how to apparate and how to become an Animagi. This meant no more floo powder and he could go out at night and run or fly around.
Hagrid's note, which is usually illegible, was complete hieroglyphics, so Harry didn't even attempt to read it. Instead, he looked at the present he got. It turned out to be a short sword from a giant smithy which was printed on the tag. Harry, once again was very happy.
The school owl was the same as usual, but it also had a request from Dumbledore to come up to his office before the feast and the pass word was `toffee.'
Wondering what Dumbledore wanted with him, Harry drifted off to sleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Chapter 1: Harry's Drive
The summer was hot and long for Harry Potter. Pushing himself in his studies amongst other things, he was changing. He was going aloof. He still possessed his righteousness, but he was cold. Even the Dursleys were afraid of him. Just a little. What scared them more was his escaped convict for a Godfather, Sirius Black. It wasn't that Harry would talk back or throw threats around, but the way he looked at the Dursley's. The Dursley's were convinced that somehow he used. his abnormality to change them. Whenever they were getting to threaten him or send him to do chores, they would glow that dark, emerald green, and his stare was filled with malice. They would immediately back down and leave him be.
Harry, on the other hand could careless about the Dursley's. Harry now believed he had a purpose in life. At the beginning of the summer, his best friend Hermione wrote him a letter telling him, `it wasn't your fault,' `don't blame yourself,' and `Professor Dumbledore will handle the you-know- who situation,' among other things that talked about studying. She of course was talking about the third task where Cedric Diggory died in front of Harry's eyes.
Harry didn't blame himself over Cedric's death. However, he was haunted in his dreams that had the dead faces of all the people coming out of Voldemort's wand. Now that he seen their face's, he could imagine what his parent's face's looked like after the rushing noise of the Killing Curse. It struck a nerve though that she just recommended that he step down and allow Dumbledore to handle him. Dumbledore's time was in the past. He did his part for the wizarding world already and, in Harry's opinion, had done more than his fair share. It was Harry and his generation's time to step up.
Now that Voldemort had come back, Harry refused to call him the Dark Lord seeing as Voldemort wasn't his Lord, or any of those other names for him, Harry thought that him and Dumbledore were in the same boat, so to speak. Everyone put their hopes into them. It just wasn't fair. Harry felt foolish when he realized that even himself did what all the rest of the wizarding world did, and put his hopes on Dumbledore.
Harry decided he was going to avenge all the people that Voldemort has killed and tortured. He used the shocked and fear laced faces as a driving force. He didn't try to push them away. Also, now that Voldemort had used his blood in his Rebirth, Harry wasn't a bystander in those prophetic dreams like he was in the two dreams he had the year before. He now saw through Voldemort's eyes and heard his thoughts. This only increased the number of face's Harry saw when his dreams that weren't through Voldemort's eyes. Only increased his hated more for Voldemort. Only increased Harry's drive to stop Voldemort.
`No longer,' Harry thought, `I can only depend on myself, I trust too easily,' he remembered trusting the fake Moody just because he said he was and that mistake almost costing him his life. He also remembered what he went through with Ron that last year. He could see where Ron was coming from, but it still didn't ease the pain.
The only two people who believed him with out a questioning glance to him, but for him were Sirius and Hermione. `What would I do without them,' Harry pondered, then realizing he was depending on them too much. `It's not fair to them,' remembering his new motto that he could only depend on himself.
Harry sent his pet owl, Hedwig, to Hermione's saying that he felt she could use her over the summer since that he would be very busy and wouldn't be writing to them, and that she didn't have an owl and could put her to better use than leaving Hedwig with himself and her to her own devices. He also asked if her and Ron wouldn't owl him seeing as it was very distracting to his summer work.
Harry's summer school work wasn't what he was talking about, seeing he finished it all in hopes that it would distract his thought's of all the face's that flashed across his eyes. That was, of course, before Hermione's letter. Now Harry worked at the loading docks at Grunnings. After a month of working there, he finally go over the stiff mornings and the fact that his muscles were tearing up inside. Now he could work a full day with just coming `home' tired.
Harry finally got a haircut deciding he wasn't going to be a baby about people seeing his scar and just have it out in the open where everyone could see it and he wouldn't have to lift up his bangs just to prove who he was. His Aunt Petunia was ecstatic that his hair finally stayed cut. Harry's voice also changed and was only squeaky for about a week, which he considered extremely quick and extremely lucky seeing that Dudley could only tease him for a week. He now had a deep baritone, which he didn't think he would have that deep of a voice. He also started growing facial hair. Not enough to grow a full blown, ZZ Top beard, but enough to grow side-burns, and have a shadow under his nose. He shaved the shadow about once a month, seeing that he thought he looked goofy with it, but grew some side-burns. He did this for two reasons. One, so he didn't look so much like his dad. He was honored that so many people thought he looked like him except for the scar and his eyes, but he wanted to have his own identity. He also noticed that not of the upper-classmen wore them. Harry didn't consider himself a rebel, but he thought he would bring Hogwarts a bit to the present times.
However that's where the changes stopped. Harry hoping that all that heavy lifting would give him awesome muscles noticed you just don't get buff over night. Or in his case, over a month. All he got out of it was a lot of pain and a slightly enlargement in his chest and arms. Harry considered this a bad thing since his legs were still incredibly skinny. So, he started running. This helped a little, but he only noticed that he got faster and could run longer. `Well,' he thought, `should help with qudditch.'
Harry also noticed he was still short. Granted, he did get a few inches and was now taller than Napoleon, he was still short compared to all his classmates, at least the boys. Harry was happy because he was of average height to the females of his class. He no longer considered, as Ron pointed out, himself a midget, but having a vertically challenged body.
In his quest to torture Voldemort badly, no longer kill him quickly since he saw him torture a six year old blond girl, started to learn kick-boxing from a muggle book he bought with his money from work. He was getting pretty good at it but had a long way to go, he could now do a lot of blocks and a few attacks to look good and make it look like he knew what he was doing. He couldn't wait to try it out on Malfoy. He started to learn this because he considered it the ultimate slap in the face if he beat Voldemort using muggle means seeing Voldemort detests anything muggle.
***
It was now Harry's birthday. He didn't expect much, since he told Ron and Hermione that they shouldn't write to him. He didn't tell Sirius not to write to him for one, because Sirius couldn't write often, and for two because he was obligated to check on him. Harry was some-what sad that was the reason Sirius wrote to him.
Over the summer, besides doing all that `good stuff' he's been doing, he's also been thinking a lot. Specifically about destiny. Harry realized that he wasn't meant to be loved. He realized this when he thought that everything he loved was taken away or was a lie. He thought about his parents that were killed. He also thought about his two flings so far this summer. The first girl, Laura, had to move out of the country only two weeks after they began dating. Harry really liked her. She was sweet, good looking, and a blond. What more could he ask for!? The other girl, Cali, was well. a ho. Harry heard that word in an American rap song and finally figured out what it meant. She got Harry on the rebound when he was grief- stricken over Laura. After a week, he caught her smooching with some nineteen year old. The guy got pissed off Harry interrupted him kissing Cali. Harry was none too happy himself, and finally got to try out his kick- boxing technique. Harry found out it works extremely well against an untrained opponent.
He also realized all the grief he puts people through. Especially Hermione. Remembering her at all his qudditch games, the First task with finger nail marks on her face, not realizing she was a girl at the Yule Ball, and he can't even imagine her face at the Third Task. Yep, Harry Potter was not meant to be loved. This caused Harry to be more aloof than he was.
`Tap, tap, tap,' knocked Harry out of his reminiscing. It was some owls with his birthday present from Sirius, Hagrid, and the school owl.
`Dear Harry,' Sirius wrote. `How's it going? Hermione wrote me and told me you're pretty busy so I'll try not to take up too much of your time. I just thought this little item would bring you some fun like it did me. Anyways, I'm busy and have to go.
Snuffles
Harry was happy he got a letter from Sirius. He flipped over Sirius' present to Harry, which was `Fun Things to do That Are Illegal!' Harry was happy, because in it were ways to learn how to apparate and how to become an Animagi. This meant no more floo powder and he could go out at night and run or fly around.
Hagrid's note, which is usually illegible, was complete hieroglyphics, so Harry didn't even attempt to read it. Instead, he looked at the present he got. It turned out to be a short sword from a giant smithy which was printed on the tag. Harry, once again was very happy.
The school owl was the same as usual, but it also had a request from Dumbledore to come up to his office before the feast and the pass word was `toffee.'
Wondering what Dumbledore wanted with him, Harry drifted off to sleep.