Disclaimer I don't own Harry Potter
Warning: "I don't suggest reading this fanfic if you haven't read the books up to OTP. This is a sixth year story. I will have Harry do things little kids don't do. This means slash for ALL!!! I have taken a sorry that I wrote on a different sight and am trying to make it slash, keep in mind this is the first time I have done this. The original story was called Heritage. But some jerk left me a review acusing me of making Heritage a slash fic. The were very rude so since Heritage never was going to be a slash iI took Its first chapter and changed it a little.
Last words: This is SLASH, if you don't like slash go read Heritage. Well hope you enjoy my fic. On with the show!!!
Chapter 1
Happy Birthday to Me
The crisp light of a dawning day was shining in his eyes when he woke up. Harry Potter slowly pulled himself up in his small bed. Reaching over to his night stand he grabbed his glasses and placed them upon his head. He glanced around the sun lit room and let out a sigh. Although his relatives had granted him the "great honor" of using Dudley's second room as his own, the place was more of a trash hep that a bedroom.
He slid himself out of the thin piece of cloth that served as his blanket. When he had returned from the horrible events of his fifth year at Hogwarts he had found his already horrible room trashed. It seemed that Dudley and his friends had taken to drinking and pot, both of witch they liked to do in the freak's room. Empty and broken booze bottles littered the floor and a bad smell hung in the air. Harry had known that the only way he could walk around his room barefoot was to clean up the room himself.
For the first few weeks since returning the Dursley's, Harry had spent every minuet he could in his room. The time he could spend working on it was limited by the long list of chores his uncle forced him to do. The up side to this was he didn't have enough time to reflecting on the events at the Ministry of Magic. But Harry knew he was slowly sinking into a depressed state. His room was now clean, although he still had to leave his window open to lessen the smell of pot, and Uncle Vernon had been easing up on the chores.
Last night when he had finished cooking the Dursley's dinner and had returned to his room, devoid of all distractions, he had thought of his Godfather.He missed Sirius like a drowning swimmer missed air. In a few short minuets Harry's thoughts had spiraled downwards at an alarming rate, he even considered taking his own life. But as he had reached for the very blade Sirius had given him he stopped himself. If he killed himself everyone's sacrifices for him would have been in vane. It wouldn't have been so bad if his friends had kept in touch beyond a few letters were they only talked of Quidditch and studying.
As if she read his mind Hedwig zoomed through his open window along with two other owl's. Harry recognized Pig, Ron's hyper active owl, but the other he didn't recognize. Hedwig stretched her leg towards Harry untied the package and she flew into her cage to get some well deserved rest. He removed two other packages from the other two owls, pig fallowed Hedwig into her cage while the unknown owl took off through the window.
Harry turned his attention to the packages. The first one was from Hermione and the Weasley family, the second was from his ex-Professor Remus, and the third came from Hogwarts. He decided to open the Hogwarts one first. Hopefully it contained his O.W.L. results.
Inside the box was two letters and a small container containing Hagrid's famous rock cakes. He opened the first letter. It was a birthday card from Hagrid.. When he opened the second letter he was happy to see his O.W.L. results.
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Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to present your Ordinary Wizarding Level results.
Sincerely yours,
Minerva McGonagall
Potions- Practical: (O) Theory: (A)
Defense Against the Dark Arts- Practical (O) Theory (O)
Divination- Practical (P) Theory (O)
Charms- Practical (E) Theory (O)
Care of Magical Creatures- Practical (A) Theory (A)
History of magic-Theory (P)
Astrology- Practical (P)
Transfiguration- Practical (O) Theory (E)
Herbology- Practical (A) Theory (E)
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Harry smiled his O.W.L. score was not bad at all. Hermione would be proud. He set the letter down and turned back to the others. He then decided to open the package his friends had sent him. Inside he found a few chocolate frogs from Ron and Ginny, an assortment of pranks from the twins, and '101 Ways to Hex Your Enemies' by Jill Jordan from Hermione. Harry rolled his eyes, Hermione was always to obsessed with encourages reading. He also found a few joke items from the twins and a bag of sweets from Molly.
Now that he had nothing else to open Harry turned to Lupin's box. He hadn't talked to his old teacher since the death of his god father.
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Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arc...
And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind then fell back into place.
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Harry shook his head to chase the memory from his thoughts. He had to face Lupin sometime. He slowly removed the tape and opened the package. Inside to box was a letter and a book. He opened the letter, a bad feeling in his gut.
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Dear Harry,
I understand why you haven't owled me yet and I want you to know its ok. I miss Sirius to and if you need someone to talk to I'm there for you. Where ever he is he is proud of you Harry, don't you ever forget that.
The book in the box is something your father gave to me, I am sure it will serve you better. The book is called 'Dinm' only a few people can read it your father and me could only make out faint lettering .
Wishing you all the happiness in the world,
Mooney
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Harry turned his attention to the book. It had a green cover with interact gold and silver leaves adorning it. In fancy silver script the word 'Dinm' was scrawled across the cover. Harry opened the book and found only a simple sentence inside "To free the soul, body, and mind". Harry read over the words a few times but he could make no seance of them, and all of the other pages were blank. He decided to take a closer look at the book when he arrived at Hogwarts. So he packed the book inside his trunk. After locking his trunk Harry headed downstairs to make breakfast before the Dursley's woke up. So far this was turning out to be a very typical birthday for him.
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After a full day of chores given to him by the Dursley's Harry retired to his room. He sat on his bed and was soon absorbed in the book Hermione had given him. He planned to stay up for his birthday. It was a ritual he did every year since he could remember.
After reading through the entire book Harry was surprised when he glanced over at his clock. He had been so absorbed in the book that his birthday was fast approaching. Harry watched as his cheep wall cloak as its hand wound around the face. He started to count it down.
"Five...four...three...two...one... Happy Bir" He stopped mid word, something was wrong.
A strange sensation filled Harry. A jolt of electricity run up his spine casing him to gasp. A stifled scream escaped his lips as his body was enveloped in pain. The sensation bringing painful cries from his lips. His body seemed to consist of lava and ice all a once. His nerve endings seemed to have become hyper sensitive to everything around him, causing even slight movements against the air to stink his skin.
Harry pulled himself off his bed and onto the floor, his glasses fell from his face only to slide across the room. When he tried to stand he found his legs didn't work. The pain was worse than any curse he had ever felt as. Harry painfully dragged himself across the floor towards his desk. He needed to find help. Reaching a hand upwards he pulled down a piece of parchment and a pen. He quickly tried to write to Dumbledore. The pain made his hands jerk as he wrote one simple word .
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Help
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"He...Hedwig..." his voce came in gasps "Take...th...this to Dum...bled...ore...HURRY!" Harry handed his snowy owl the parchment and watched her fly through the window. Harry hope she would reach his trusted headmaster soon because he didn't know how much more pain he could endure.
Harry didn't know how long he lay on the floor crying from the pain. It seemed like days. A great pain from his shoulders filled every nerve in his body with the feeling of lightning. A sound like an egg cracking reached Harry's ears as his shoulders seemed to explode. Harry saw blood splatter on his bedroom walls. It was his blood.
He started to lose conciseness when he heard loud popping noise. 'Could it be help?' he thought 'They are to late I can't stay awake.' In the fogginess of his mind he thought he heard a scream. He tried to focus his sleepy thoughts, but he couldn't concentrate. Harry lost himself in blackness.
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A/N: Ha ha ha it is alive, Ok the first chapter is done. I plan to but the second chapter up soon . Well until next time my readers peace out.