The night air was cold for summer because it was raining. Some would say it seemed the Gods were angry with the Earth because the thunder shook the ground while the lightning pierced the darkness like a knife. Though all of this was happening, nothing was as horrifying and eerie as the screams of sorrow and anguish no man alive has experienced. But the person experiencing this pain was no man; it was a boy-who-lived just to live a life as horrible as hell itself.
The boy was Harry James Potter, and many looked to him for hope. But what not one person realized is there was no hope left in Harry, the last of it died with Dumbledore. Everything was taken from him, his family and now even some of his makeshift family. (Sirius, Dumbledore) With all this he fell deeper in to despair and mourning, with all this it left him with nothing….nothing to hope for, nothing to look forward too, and the worst, nothing to fight for…
Harry was dreaming, replaying every bad memory he had on his life and now he was on his most resent one. He was watching Dumbledore looking at Snape with pleading all over his face, no one could deny that face but Snape did and he shot the curse towards him. Right when the curse hits him where he should of dropped lifeless onto the ground, with his eyes no longer twinkling and his smile snatched from him. But no he just stood there and then shifted his gaze upon Harry. To say Harry was surprised would be a HUGE understatement but then Dumbledore spoke.
"Harry you can not go on like this. You need to go on and not lose hope…and love."
Harry was taken back by this and froze but then regained his composure. "H-How can you say that?" his would have been rising if he cared…but he didn't care. "How can you say that to me? I have lost everything my family, my hope, my new family, I have lost even the right to love because if I love someone they will die just like you." At this point Harry broke into tears.
Dumbledore let one stray tear go for this boy because he had to bare so much burden and despair. He walked up to Harry and embraced him. He looked at the boy and spoke what words of comfort he could but they fell on deaf ears. So doing the only reasonable thing he could think of, Dumbledore slapped Harry.
Falling out of his trance and just stared at his mentor. Dumbledore taking advantage of this and pressed on with his words.
"Harry my boy, you must not lose your hope and love for you think you lost me but here I am at you side still guiding you. You think you lost you parents and Sirius but they watch you even at this very second and let me tell you they are very, VERY proud of you and love you beyond anything." His voice so soft at the end that it was barley audible. "Harry you think you lost the right to love and yet I know not one other person who has that right more then you. You must realize that by not loving you put yourself in danger more then by loving but you also put those you should love in more danger but not loving them." Harry by now was listening so hard to the old Headmaster he could here a pin drop from one hundred feet away.
"Sir why are my parents not here with you?" he asked with sadness in his voice.
"Because even though your parents where powerful wizard and witch then do not have enough power to do as I am right now. Do not fear my boy they still watch you and love you always…remember that Harry."
"Sir are they really proud of me? Even though all the death I caused and trouble."
"Yes Harry, but they so not see it as your fault and ask they you please stop blaming yourself, for all the blame lays on Voldemort's shoulders."
"Thank you sir, I feel better knowing my parents feel this way and they are proud of me."
"I am glad you feel better but you must not fall into despair and mourning for if you do and lose all hope and the will to fight your life force will just collapse in on itself and you will die in one of the worst ways there is to die." He looked over Harry satisfied that his words hit the right mark and now he pressed on. "Ok Harry lets get to business, have you found any clues on the Horcruxes and their where abouts?"
"No sir, I have not thought about then sense your funeral. I-I'm sorry."
"It is no problem Harry but you will need to start your search soon, for every moment that passes Voldemort might notice two Horcruxes are gone so we must start soon like in a week for I know you will need sometime to get used to you new powers you will receive on your birthday." Then Dumbledore paused as if making a decision of the utmost importance. "Harry I don't know how long I can stay in this form, so I am going to do something that has not been done since the time of Merlin himself. Harry If you agree I will give you all of my memories and all of my knowledge. You will know all I know and will become as wise as I was. But I must warn you, to do this you will go beyond any physical pain you ever had. But it should still be safe of course, you see a normal person uses 15 of their brain but with my addition to yours you should have a maximum of 55. So it will be safe I would believe." Then he paused again growing gentle and his voice kind. "I shall only do it though if you say yes and you are willing to bare my knowledge and memories."
"Yes I would love you have a piece of you with me always, your like a grandfather to me and I will never fear what my grandfather suggests."
Dumbledore smiled with pride and looked at his pupil and saw confidence and determination. "I am proud to be a grandfather to you Harry, more proud then anyone alive. Now just stand there and I will do the work." With that Dumbledore started chanting something in a unknown language to Harry.
Listening to the screams coming from Harry's room was a beautiful woman who was guarding the house. This particular Order member had silver blond hair that caressed her neck and shoulders and the curves she had were of mere perfection. When she heard the screaming stop she was thankful for it she didn't know what to do and she was afraid for Harry. But then she thought the worst idea that came to her mind…(Suicide). She panicked and screamed 'ARRY! with a litter bit of a French accent. She ran to the house door opened it and ran up the stairs ignoring the yells coming from the living room. She ran to the smallest room in the house and opened the door slowly; afraid of what she might see.
There on the bed was Harry she rushed over to him to find she was breathing but ever so quietly and peacefully. She smiled down upon him and put his head in her lap and just stroked his head running his fingers through his unruly hair. After about 15 minutes of this something happened. Started shaking and his nose started to bleed very badly, letting the blood rush down his face and onto her lap and his bed. Not knowing what to do she pinched his nose trying to stop the blood but it did nothing so she grabbed the sheets and cleaned him and tried to stop the blood but as soon as it came it was gone in about 20 seconds but to her it felt like a year. Once he was ok again she got up and went to Head Quarters to fine Remus and get him to come and see him.
Harry just went through a pain he never knew existed. It felt like his skull was splitting in two. He looked at his mentor and saw the look of concern on his face.
"sir I think it worked ok but I can't remember anything about your history and I don't know anything knew." Dumbledore smiled at him.
"My boy, give it a day by tomorrow night when the clock strikes twelve and it is your birthday you will awaken and have all my memories and knowledge. Think of it as my gift to you" he said this with a smile. "Ok Harry I must be off I am very weakened now and need to return."
"Sir will I see you again in my dreams?" Harry asked wit much eagerness.
"Yes you shall and I will come every time you ask" he said this with a bigger smile and then vanished, leaving Harry to dream the most wonderful dreams possible.