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Chapter One
Reunion with the Guard
By Patilaputra Jeanne
When people grieve, they do stupid and heartless things. Sometimes they suffer so much they lose sigh in what they live for and stop sleeping, eating and taking care of themselves. They sink into depression and forget what is important. Anyone would do this if they've lost someone close, however, when a teenager grieves, these things are much worse.
Harry Potter was one of those teenagers. He had lost his godfather not more than a month ago and not taking it well would be and understatement of the century.
He had been eating mechanically since his return to the Dursleys and paced his room at night while they were asleep.
It was the eve of his birthday and he was sending off another note to the Order saying he was 'ok.' They had told him time and time again that they were there for him, and not to do anything rash. Harry however had done just that.
They had not understood how Harry was feeling when he said he wanted to be someone else; not the naive 15-year-old, not the hero, not the boy- who-lived, just Harry. He had used the kitchen stove when the Dursleys were not home to create a few concoctions that they had done last year in class.
He was happy with the change. His hear now held blood red streaks against the black and his eyes were hidden behind updated glasses (the optometrist had tracked him down at last.) There was also a large fang hanging from his ear, which was actually the shrunken fang of the basilisk he had slaughtered years ago.
Harry got letters from Ron and Hermione warning him about sinking into depression, but he was beyond this by now. He had come to grips with the fact that his godfather was, indeed, dead and developed the deepest loathing towards Voldemort and his deatheaters. The entire wizarding world hated and feared them, but the boy-who-lived hated them more than the wizarding world put together. This left little room for fear.
Harry got up the next morning in a worse mood than usually. He did not even notice that today was his birthday, nor that the Dursleys were not present, nor that there was and owl waiting for him to take its letter. He showered and ambled downstairs in some of Dudley's old clothes that Aunt Petunia had given him when his cousin had torn them to make them look tough. Somehow, he was not even surprised when he heard whispering coming from the open screen door.
"We are supposed to wait until we see Harry!" the voice whispered. He instantly recognized it as Tonks's. He pretended he couldn't hear them and went about making breakfast for himself.
"Well how can we wait?" another voice asked. "We obviously missed Dudley's friend that happened to be staying here at the time!" Harry recognized the voice, as Remus's this time.
"Shut it both of you or he'll hear us!" came yet another voice, only this time it was more of a growl. The Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks, and Moony where just outside the door and Harry found himself not exactly caring. If they wanted to sneak around, he was certainly going to let them. After getting his cereal ready, he sat down with his left side toward them so he could see the door out of the corner of his eye.
"Merlin look at that tooth, or is it a fang?" Tonks commented. That was when Harry finally realized why they hadn't just come right in; they didn't recognize him.
"There is something not right here." Lupin stated. "How could we have missed him?"
"Maybe this character knows," Moody said. The three of them appeared right outside the door and let them selves in. Moody walked over to Harry who looked up only when he was a few feet in front of him. The ex-auror opened his mouth to say something only didn't get the chance.
"You should really be a lot quieter if you are trying to spy," said Harry with a very blasé attitude.
They gaffed at him, but Lupin recovered quickly while the other two just glared at each other. "We were supposed to be here to get Harry Potter but since we have seen neither hide nor hair of him, we need to ask you where he is," Harry chewed his cereal thoughtfully for a moment while the others decided to glare at him.
"So where are you going?" he asked wondering when they were going to realize that he was sitting right in front of them.
"That is classified information!" Mad-Eye growled. He turned to Lupin and whispered, "The Deatheaters probably got through the wards and..." He trailed off as they realized Harry was listening to them.
"So Grimwald Place then." Harry muttered. "And how can a Deatheater get through the wards anyway?"
"The wards only prevent You-Know-Who from ... hang on, how do you know about headquarters?" Remus asked. "Only Professor Dumbledore could have told you..." he trailed off and gaped at Harry.
"Caught on have you?" Harry said icily as he turned his back on them to put away his breakfast dishes.
"But who are you?" Tonks asked. "Professor Dumbledore didn't say that there was anything wrong with the situation here or about someone from the order being her." The three were genuinely confused and Harry let out a loud sigh.
"Number one, I am not an order member." Harry stated. "Number two, nothing is wrong with the situation here and number three, I AM HARRY!" It took them a while to process this information but they were still confused, so Harry lifted his bangs to reveal his legendary scar. Their faces told Harry how surprised they were. Since they were unable to speak, Harry broke the silence.
"And I am not going back to Grimwald Place," he said.
"You need to go back to Grimwald Place," Moody growled. He would have said more, but Harry interrupted once again.
"What I need to do is to go back to Hogwarts or the Burrow where things are better!" Harry snapped back at him. Remus however, glared uncharacteristically at Harry.
"You will go back to Headquarters whether I make you or not Harry," Lupin stated in voice barely above a whisper.
"And why should I?" Harry asked. He was taken aback by Remus's behavior, but only a little. "I'm safe right where I am aren't I?" Moony sighed.
"No point keeping this from you," he answered. "Sirius left you as his legal heir. Headquarters has sealed itself and only you can open it. The Order has waited over a month for you to cope and we would highly appreciate it if you would come along without a fuss."
Harry glared at him for a moment, but then muttered, "I'll go pack," and grudgingly left the room.
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How do you like it so far? Let me know if I left something out, don't like an idea or any other comments. I'll update as often as I can, but I can't guarantee anything.
Chapter One
Reunion with the Guard
By Patilaputra Jeanne
When people grieve, they do stupid and heartless things. Sometimes they suffer so much they lose sigh in what they live for and stop sleeping, eating and taking care of themselves. They sink into depression and forget what is important. Anyone would do this if they've lost someone close, however, when a teenager grieves, these things are much worse.
Harry Potter was one of those teenagers. He had lost his godfather not more than a month ago and not taking it well would be and understatement of the century.
He had been eating mechanically since his return to the Dursleys and paced his room at night while they were asleep.
It was the eve of his birthday and he was sending off another note to the Order saying he was 'ok.' They had told him time and time again that they were there for him, and not to do anything rash. Harry however had done just that.
They had not understood how Harry was feeling when he said he wanted to be someone else; not the naive 15-year-old, not the hero, not the boy- who-lived, just Harry. He had used the kitchen stove when the Dursleys were not home to create a few concoctions that they had done last year in class.
He was happy with the change. His hear now held blood red streaks against the black and his eyes were hidden behind updated glasses (the optometrist had tracked him down at last.) There was also a large fang hanging from his ear, which was actually the shrunken fang of the basilisk he had slaughtered years ago.
Harry got letters from Ron and Hermione warning him about sinking into depression, but he was beyond this by now. He had come to grips with the fact that his godfather was, indeed, dead and developed the deepest loathing towards Voldemort and his deatheaters. The entire wizarding world hated and feared them, but the boy-who-lived hated them more than the wizarding world put together. This left little room for fear.
Harry got up the next morning in a worse mood than usually. He did not even notice that today was his birthday, nor that the Dursleys were not present, nor that there was and owl waiting for him to take its letter. He showered and ambled downstairs in some of Dudley's old clothes that Aunt Petunia had given him when his cousin had torn them to make them look tough. Somehow, he was not even surprised when he heard whispering coming from the open screen door.
"We are supposed to wait until we see Harry!" the voice whispered. He instantly recognized it as Tonks's. He pretended he couldn't hear them and went about making breakfast for himself.
"Well how can we wait?" another voice asked. "We obviously missed Dudley's friend that happened to be staying here at the time!" Harry recognized the voice, as Remus's this time.
"Shut it both of you or he'll hear us!" came yet another voice, only this time it was more of a growl. The Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks, and Moony where just outside the door and Harry found himself not exactly caring. If they wanted to sneak around, he was certainly going to let them. After getting his cereal ready, he sat down with his left side toward them so he could see the door out of the corner of his eye.
"Merlin look at that tooth, or is it a fang?" Tonks commented. That was when Harry finally realized why they hadn't just come right in; they didn't recognize him.
"There is something not right here." Lupin stated. "How could we have missed him?"
"Maybe this character knows," Moody said. The three of them appeared right outside the door and let them selves in. Moody walked over to Harry who looked up only when he was a few feet in front of him. The ex-auror opened his mouth to say something only didn't get the chance.
"You should really be a lot quieter if you are trying to spy," said Harry with a very blasé attitude.
They gaffed at him, but Lupin recovered quickly while the other two just glared at each other. "We were supposed to be here to get Harry Potter but since we have seen neither hide nor hair of him, we need to ask you where he is," Harry chewed his cereal thoughtfully for a moment while the others decided to glare at him.
"So where are you going?" he asked wondering when they were going to realize that he was sitting right in front of them.
"That is classified information!" Mad-Eye growled. He turned to Lupin and whispered, "The Deatheaters probably got through the wards and..." He trailed off as they realized Harry was listening to them.
"So Grimwald Place then." Harry muttered. "And how can a Deatheater get through the wards anyway?"
"The wards only prevent You-Know-Who from ... hang on, how do you know about headquarters?" Remus asked. "Only Professor Dumbledore could have told you..." he trailed off and gaped at Harry.
"Caught on have you?" Harry said icily as he turned his back on them to put away his breakfast dishes.
"But who are you?" Tonks asked. "Professor Dumbledore didn't say that there was anything wrong with the situation here or about someone from the order being her." The three were genuinely confused and Harry let out a loud sigh.
"Number one, I am not an order member." Harry stated. "Number two, nothing is wrong with the situation here and number three, I AM HARRY!" It took them a while to process this information but they were still confused, so Harry lifted his bangs to reveal his legendary scar. Their faces told Harry how surprised they were. Since they were unable to speak, Harry broke the silence.
"And I am not going back to Grimwald Place," he said.
"You need to go back to Grimwald Place," Moody growled. He would have said more, but Harry interrupted once again.
"What I need to do is to go back to Hogwarts or the Burrow where things are better!" Harry snapped back at him. Remus however, glared uncharacteristically at Harry.
"You will go back to Headquarters whether I make you or not Harry," Lupin stated in voice barely above a whisper.
"And why should I?" Harry asked. He was taken aback by Remus's behavior, but only a little. "I'm safe right where I am aren't I?" Moony sighed.
"No point keeping this from you," he answered. "Sirius left you as his legal heir. Headquarters has sealed itself and only you can open it. The Order has waited over a month for you to cope and we would highly appreciate it if you would come along without a fuss."
Harry glared at him for a moment, but then muttered, "I'll go pack," and grudgingly left the room.
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How do you like it so far? Let me know if I left something out, don't like an idea or any other comments. I'll update as often as I can, but I can't guarantee anything.