A/N: So, this is the re-write. Hopefully it'll be improved from last time.
Spoilers: H.P. 1-5
Warning: This is YAOI. This means boy/boy action. If you don't like, don't read. So if I get flames on how gross I am, I'll ignore it, cuz if you didn't like you wouldn't read, and if you didn't read you wouldn't flame. So a flame means you read despite my warning, so you're an idiot for not taking me seriously. Also, there may be violence and suicide attempts and dark depressing stuff and it might be just a little morbid later on... rated R for later chapters, as you will soon see.
Anyways... While this is Yaoi it is not all about sex, it will have a plot, action, adventure, emotions, etc. If anyone has specific requests or ideas, feel free to email me. My email is on my profile. if you give me an idea and I use it in my story, I will give you proper credit.
Disclaimer: I don't own, so don't sue. This will be my only disclaimer since I don't feel like ding one for every chapter.
"talking"
'thinking'
time change, character change
One more thing, this is after Order of the Phoenix, (OotP) and everything in that book is very relevant in this one.
The War of Lemuria and the Prince of Avalon
Chp 1- Do as I please
(Harry's POV)
Harry was, eerily, glad to be returning home that summer. Tonks, Mad-Eye, and the others had ensured that he was to have a better summer than usual. He was on the way home from Hogwarts, and for once the car was silent. Even Dudley and Uncle Vernon simply stared straight ahead, ignoring Harry completely. It was bliss. He was to write to an Order member at least once every three days. If they did not receive an owl from Harry then they would come to check on him. The Dursleys knew this, just as they knew that if they were caught mistreating Harry they would pay the consequences. Summer had never looked so inviting.
Yet nothing good ever came for Harry without just as much bad, and this summer it was the worst. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, was dead. His one and only chance to escape the Dursleys forever, the one man who could've been a true parental figure, the one man who had done everything he possibly could for Harry, was gone. Lost to the mysterious veil of death. Not to mention the fact that Voldemort had returned and all the wizarding world finally believed it. It had taken them long enough to! All last year the Daily Prophet had made him out to be a crazy attention seeking child, and Dumbledore a crackpot old man who couldn't discern truth from reality. Not to say that he wasn't, of course, but that was beside the point. They also said the headmaster always believed his favorite student, the precious "golden boy", no matter how wild the tale. As if he would make up something like that. What, did they think he had killed Cedric in his fourth year? But now…NOW, when it was really too late for it to matter, they believed him. Well that was all fine and dandy, but it wouldn't bring Sirius back.
No wonder he was looking forwards to summer really, what with all that had happened last year. Before he even managed to go to school he'd been attacked by dementors, expelled, tried, found innocent, and returned to school. All year his anger had boiled just beneath the surface, and he'd had many nightmares in which he saw Voldemort's actions. On top of that he'd had Occulmency lessons with Snape, and everyone was told he was taking remedial potions, which was the equivalent of potions for dummies. Of course, when he'd seen one of Snape's memories about James Potter the lessons had stopped and Voldemort had sent him a vision in which his Godfather was being held captive. Harry had rushed off to the ministry with some friends on Thestrals, only to realize that Sirius was safe at home. Voldemort had lured him there to get a prophecy concerning the two, and as Harry fled the Dark Lord his friends were hurt one by one.
Just when he was about to lose the fight and his life the Order had arrived, including Sirius. Harry had been thrilled to see his godfather alive, but Sirius never would've had to come if Harry had put all of his effort into his Occulmency lessons. When Bellatrix Lestrange pushed Sirius behind the veil, and he didn't come back, Harry simply lost it. He followed her and tried to use the cruciatius curse on her. Key word being tried. It seemed that even after the only family he had left was killed, harry still didn't have enough hatred to perform it correctly. Which didn't make much sense to Harry, he'd put not only his hatred of her, but 15 years of hatred for his muggle relatives into that spell. It should have worked. That was something to be considered later though. After a few minutes of tactless dodging Dumbledore arrived, and Voldemort. Voldemort and Lestrange got away, and Harry was left with the headmaster as members of the Ministry of magic arrived. Fudge saw Voldemort before he escaped, and Harry and Dumbledore were considered crazy no longer. Yippie.
During the actual school year Harry became leader of the D.A. (Dumbledore's Army), where he taught other students Defense Against the Dark Arts. He had finally dated Cho Chang, and realized that she wasn't so great to be around after all. Perhaps as a friend, but after Cedric Diggory's death the two could never be more. He had taken her out on Valentine's Day, and it had been one disaster after another. Not something he wanted to repeat, that was for sure.
Ron, Hermione, and even Draco Malfoy had all become prefects, and he himself had not. That was a bit annoying because Ron liked to show off his badge, but it wasn't really much of a big deal, after all, Harry had his hands full with everything else. Later Dumbledore himself informed Harry that this was because the he had thought Harry had enough responsibilities, and deserved to have some time to himself, after all, he was only a boy. And he had been right,
partially. Harry had been in charge of the D.A., he had tons of homework, O.W.L.S., Detention, and before it was taken he'd had Quidditch practice.
Then there was Umbridge. He truly despised that vile cat-crazy woman from the Ministry of Magic. She had given him detentions for "lying" about Voldemort's return. It was in these detentions that he acquired the now-faded scars on his hands that read 'I will not tell lies'. He'd written the lines with a quill she gave him, soon discovering that he was writing with his own blood. Aside from that were all of her new rules, and her inquisitional squad, of which Malfoy was the leader. Damn infuriating blonde was always out to get him, as if he didn't have enough trouble on his own. Then she only made him hate her more when she banned him from Quidditch, and when he found out that he wasn't alone in his blood-quill suffering Harry was ready to blow. He still didn't think she was suffering enough, not in Azkaban. She deserved much worse…another topic for later he supposed.
Not that any of that mattered now... Now the Dark Lord had returned, and Sirius was dead. It didn't matter if he never played Quidditch again. In fact, it didn't matter if he never returned to Hogwarts again, considering the huge mess he'd left behind. If it weren't for Ron and Hermione he'd probably just give up all together. But he couldn't. Harry planned to become a strong Auror, or at least that's what he told everyone. Who could blame him though, he could hardly imagine telling the Twink that he wanted to be a bar-tender, or a photographer, or maybe a writer. He was the boy-who-lived; he had an image to maintain after all.
His good mood about the coming summer was gone, and he was drowning in wave after agonizing wave of a dark depression. Where would he go after Hogwarts? He had planned to go live with Sirius, but that was no longer possible. And he couldn't stay with Ron and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, they had enough trouble with their children, mainly their son Percy. He knew he wasn't a child, hadn't been for a long time, but the thought of living with adults was still appealing. Harry knew he could get a London flat and live on his own if he really wanted, but if he survived Voldemort he wasn't so sure he'd want to be alone. Then again…it all depended on how the war went really.
He sighed. 'What am I supposed to do now?'He wondered as he looked out the car window to the scene spread before him. They were driving through a muggle city, and just by watching the people's faces he could tell that they were all ignorant of Voldemort and his return. He sighed again.
'Ignorance is bliss. I wonder how the others are faring… I wonder if Percy has apologized to Ron's Mum and Dad yet...probably not.' he sighed a third time.
"Stop that sighing boy! You should be grateful that we even bothered to come get you! We could have just left you there after all the trouble you caused last summer you know!" Vernon shouted, his face getting a little redder.
"And I would have preferred it!" Harry shot back. "Believe me; I don't come back because I want to." he said hotly, glowering at his uncle and practically daring him to yell back. He didn't care about the consequences, it all seemed so unimportant now. Vernon took the dare.
"Well then get out! You heard me, get out of my car!" Vernon yelled, pulling the car over.
"We didn't come to get you so you could be your usual ungrateful little self! Just because you're to write does not mean your summer's going to be any better than the last, you will still treat your Aunt and me with respect! Do you understand boy?!" He continued yelling with the veins in his forehead popping out. Harry didn't answer right away, his own anger quickly rising to the challenge.
"I will do what I please! You WILL NOT control me this year! And you WILL let me have my books, and my wand! I will not do all of the chores either! You will treat me the same as you treat Dudley, or I won't obey you in the slightest, do YOU understand?" he yelled, knowing that he'd gone too far, but still not finding it within himself to care.
'So he might beat me, so what? Maybe the physical pain will numb the pain I feel inside.'
"WHAT!!" Vernon roared, jumping out of the car and yanking Harry's door open.
"What did you say boy?" He asked as he pulled the boy to his feet, his purple face inches from Harry's.
"I said," Harry began calmly, "I will do what I please. And you will treat me and Dudley the same." he stated, staring directly into Vernon's glare, and allowing him to see Harry's defiance, pride, and utter indifference towards his threats.
"You will pay for that when we get home you insolent little brat!" Vernon shouted, shaking Harry before tossing him back into the car and slamming the door.
The rest of the ride back to Surrey was silent, but when they arrived at Number Four Privet Drive Vernon turned to look at his nephew.
"Dudley, Petunia, and I are going inside. You will wait in the car until I come get you. Is that clear?" He managed to ask in a semi-calm voice.
"No."
"What?" He asked, disbelief written all over his face.
"I said, No. I will not wait in the car. I've had a long day, and I'm taking my books up to my room and laying down." Harry said, looking into his Uncle's eyes again.
"You will remain here boy!" Vernon roared. "In my household you will do as I say!" He screamed, spit spattering on Harry's face.
"Uncle Vernon," Harry warned, drawing his wand. "I will hex you if you do not leave me alone. Don't think for even an instant that I won't."
"What, and risk getting expelled from that school of yours? Not likely."
"Uncle Vernon, it's like this. I had a bad year. As you know, my godfather died."
"Some godfather, he was a nuisance who got what he deserved!" Vernon interrupted, eyes bulging. Harry's wand emitted red sparks and Vernon hastily drew back.
"DO NOT, EVER, EVER, SPEAK BADLY OF PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT AGAIN! GOT IT? YOU WILL DO AS I SAY NOW!" Harry screamed, watching his Uncle's face became positively livid.
"As I was saying," Harry continued brandishing his wand at Vernon's open mouth. "I've had a bad year. I could really care less if I get expelled. Don't believe me? Just try me. I DARE you." Harry said coldly, meaning every word.
Vernon looked ready to explode, and Harry could visibly see him trying to reel in his temper. Then all of a sudden there was a fist in Harry's face, and everything went black.
So guys, how was the remake? I didn't change a whole lot, other than making the first person pov disappear. I couldn't stand reading it, and I don't think I could continue the story like that. I know it's short, but Review please! Loves ya!
Lunadia
