Harry Potter
and the Order of the Zodiac

Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, Mythologies or any other data you might recognize, they all belong to their respective owners only and I borrow them for this Fanfiction and our amusement.
I do own my Own Characters that pop up and this Fanfiction called Harry Potter and the Order of the Zodiac, please do not copy.

Warning:
Definitely Rated M
Includes massive bloodshed, violence, gore, erotic scenes, sex, reincarnation, time travel, DE-aging, etc.

Genres: Supernatural / Friendship / Family / Fantasy / Adventure / Mystery / Humor

At some point or another selected light to heavy Dumbledore! Weasley! Granger! Dursley! Ministry! Dark Side! Light Side! Bashing

Smart! Powerful! Independent! Gray! Lord! Badass! Harry

More detailed use of given magic, locations, etc.
As well as use of new data given by other Authors, be it fiction or not.
All woven together to create at least some kind of sense for this Fanfiction.

Story uses details from:
The Elder Scrolls
Hellsing
Vampire Hunter D
Trinity Blood
Fullmetal Alchemist
Bleach
Inu Yasha
Zelda
Lord of the Rings
The Hobbit
Star Wars
Mortal Kombat
Assassins Creed
Shin Megami Tensei
And others you might recognize

…

Foreword

Óla, me dear Chikorita's.

This Fanfiction is solely for our amusement and to get another of those 'What if?' and 'Harry back in time' stories on the net. If you are looking for perfectly written stories: Go to the next bookstore, they might have some.

To those who look for a good ol' Fanfiction written with some humor, blood or friendship by an amateur, hobby writer: Please proceed at your own risk. Know that English is not my first language and there will be spelling-, time- or other errors along the way - plus I write with dyslexia. If I were such a great writer, don't ya think I'd be using that to make my money by now - and be up there with J.K. and others?

Also take notice of the fact that I will not take on a Beta Reader. It is nothing against those who truly want to help, but I have some bad experience with Beta's on other fiction pages who stole my stories, ideas and characters. So I will be doing this all alone (or rather with me dear readers until I find someone I can work with).

If people have something against the story, my writing style or something else and like to trash-talk or troll but not leave a intelligent or productive comment:
You know where you clicked the link to 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Zodiac'? Yes? Go look again, you might find some shred of dignity.

As the side say's: This is Fanfiction. Of course there has to be some level of competent writing. But some people take this far to serious. It is nice though to have intelligent, detailed critique or nice little comments. That being said I wish you all the fun in reading this story.

Ja ne

~ Berry [Edited: October 15th 2016]

„Forget the lies, the money, we're in this together.
And through it all, they said nothing's forever.
And they refuse to see the change in me,
Why won't they wake up? Come on, come on, come on.
Let's get it on! "

- The Union Underground , Across The Nation -

Hello. = Normal Writing, Writers Perspective

"Hello." = Normal Speaking

'Hello' = Quotes from Story

"Hello." = Different Languages

'Hello.' = Actual Thinking

Hello = Special Words

Prologue
The lion in a cage

"At the beginning there was chaos..."

Silently the fifteen year old boy called Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, the chosen one - or however they called him nowadays - sat in his bed.

His shaggy black hair hung above his sorrowful eyes like a veil. Their former shining green was now damped to a nearly extinct glow. Since a week he was back, here in this little room at number 4 Private Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey. Locked away like a lion in a cage.

One Month had gone by since the dead of his godfather, Sirius Black.
One endless, agonizing month in which he awoke every night screaming, always seeing his beloved godfather falling time and time again through that cursed veil, starring shocked at his cousin Bellatrix. How he, Harry, had run after that black haired crazy women, trying to torture her and failing miserably, how Voldemort came and possessed him after a grand battle against Dumbledore. Everything was shown to him like some sort of sick horror movie.
Night after night.

The Dursleys, his non-magical relatives, did not care about him or his condition.
They simply lived their 'normal' live as usual, giving Harry his plate with leftovers of their previously lavish covered table, together with a bottle of water. Which he needed to spread across three days, and of course they let Harry do the household. Mind you, these leftovers were not even leftovers, at least not to one used to other leftovers.
To Harry it was quite the rich meal - at least a meal in summer. At Hogwarts it was quite different.
Naturally he wished for a little more liquid provisions, alas he had been in darker times than this, when he had only one bottle to keep him alive for one week. Or when he would get half a glass of water to drink every night. Not to mention the food he had been given - or lack thereof.

Not that it disturbed Harry anyhow, he was used too much to being handled like dirt by his piggish last relatives. Actually he was rejoicing this a bit. Through the gardening he at least got out once in a while and the other work he needed to do kept him from becoming a zombie.

Momentarily he had nothing to do, so he did what he always did as a hobby nowadays: Mourning for Sirius.

And to grieve for the old dog properly he had swiped an old pencil from Dudley - not that that moron had noticed anything - and had bound that ever returning scene onto a piece of parchment.

Sometime later he had finished the picture, he noticed something was wrong with his work. After a long time of viewing his piece of creation it fell from his green emerald eyes like scales from a snake. Which, as realization sank in, widened in horror. Sirius, who had screamed and insulted Harry in his nightmares just to finally fall into the veil while his face was contorted with fear and screams of defiance, smiled.

Harry had seen this scene in his dreams so often he took it as bare coin, so he believed even his memory showed Sirius enraged and screaming. But on this drawing on which the weathered face of his gone godfather was seen, said person smiled. Incredulous Harry stroked over the warped mouth, watched it for a second until he looked closer into the eyes of his godfather.

Originally he had expected what he had seen so often in his nightmares, Sirius eyes full of hatred and sorrow, but this gaze right here was full of love and pride.

In the last month he had already cried his eyes out, but now his dark emeralds began to glister and sparkle again as tiny twinkling drops rolled down his bleached cheek. Mouth twisting, quavering while more and more tears found their way down his face and falling onto the parchment, with them the image of Sirius looked more alive. The painting of his godfather pressed hard onto his chest, his forehead laid on his knees and sobbing violently the black haired teen fell exhausted into a deep slumber.

When the young teen awoke again he was lying on his bed in a fetal position, his drawing rested still in his arms, slightly crumbled but alive none the less. Harry blinked shortly at that. He needed a few seconds to realize that the portrait of his godfather blinked back at him with large gray eyes and a mouth opened in astonishment.

"Si-Sirius?" Harry asked stuttering, his voice hoarse form the long time he had spend in silence, the picture blinked a few times sluggishly before regaining it - his - composure. Harry watched in amazement how the eyebrows on the parchment scrunched together as if the man in the picture was thinking hard. Then, after a few seconds of silence, the portrait spoke what sounded like the first time in countless centuries.

"Harry."
The young boy, who thought he would never again listen to his godfathers voice, found himself shaken once again by the picture he only had drawn a few hours ago. His lips quivered as he closed his once again watering eyes, this could be nothing but a dream.

"Harry", the voice he had missed so much sounded again. So he opened his eyes which landed on the piece of creation in his arms. His believed-to-be-lost godfather smiled at him proudly once again as the originally black haired man found his voice.

"Harry. I am so sorry."

The boy did not really know why his uncle in all but blood was sorry, his question clear on his face for the portrait to catch on to.

"I left you alone. That is unforgivable." Sirius eyes looked down in shame, his head bowing slightly. "I am your godfather but I left you alone. The first time to go rat-hunting, the second time I was a moron for taunting Bellatix and not watching my every step. Moody would have my head. What did he say again? Constant vigilance?" After his rhetorical question he looked humorless up at Harry for what seemed to be confirmation, so the raven haired teen only nodded, not trusting his voice. "I only had but nearly three years to get to know you, the other years you either believed I was after your very soul or I sat in prison. I am so sorry Harry."

Silence fell upon them like a heavy curtain.

After a few moments of Harry being a little light headed about the fact there was a portrait of his dead godfather lying in his lap, there came a question to young Harry´s mind he would love to get an answer to.

"Sirius", he tried, his voice heavy with emotions, which got the attention of the picture, "how..." Harry paused to swallow down the big knot in his throat. "Not to sound rude or unforgiving, but how is it that you are here? Or is it just my mind playing pranks on me?"

Understanding where his godson was coming from, the portrait cleared his throat and tried to explain how he himself had landed here.

"Well, Harry." He felt slightly nervous about explaining the whole thing. "When I was inside this... arch, or whatever it was, I wandered around for quiet some time. You see: I had my body, my mind, my soul and even the part of me that represented Padfoot. (Not knowing how Animagi worked Harry just nodded.) So I first thought I had fallen through a portal to some weird place. Well it was weird, but not a place in itself. It was dark, cold and there was some weird kind of purple energy running through the darkness which seemed to build a tunnel, and the walls as well as the ground - though there was no ceiling. Everything looked slimy. When there was no end I decided I should turn around and head back. That is where things start getting weird."

The old dog took a deep breath and began explaining while Harry just sat there pondering. Ether his mind was screwed up or this portrait told the true.

"As I turned around in the near distance there was a light. Mind you it was a weird light, not this ethereal white light some Muggles believe there to be when you die. It was yellowish and ugly to look at and it drew nearer. Padfoot - or rather my instincts as a dog - screamed at me to run. But, you know how being a Gryffindor keeps you from being a coward. So I stared at it a bit longer than I should have before I realized this thing looked like an overgrown purple version of the Hogwarts-Express, only uglier."

Harry had a hard time following all this mind blowing stuff the portrait told him but he listened none the less. He had learned the hard way how not listening turned out real bad. Well, at least he had learned something from his mistakes in the past.

"That is when I started to run like I never had run before - felt like I raced at the speed of a freaking Firebolt. But this thing was just too damn fast and swept me up like a... a... What did your mother call it? A vacuum clearer? No." Confused and trying to think of the correct term, the gray being tilted his head to the side, like a little puppy.

"Vacuum cleaner." Harry butted in, while Sirius nodded thankfully. It looked odd that there were no sings of movement in his hair, which was probably because Harry had no knowledge of how to craft a real magical portrait. It was just a little sketch.

"Yes, like a vacuum cleaner. Thanks." The portrait smiled a colorless but thankful smile. "So I was swept inside this thing, what ever this vacuum express thingy was. A long time passed by and I started to believe I was lost forever. But then, just as I ended the thought of never seeing you again, this thing had spit me out. Bizarre enough as this experience was, I was once again inside the Ministry. I slightly panicked because there where a few Ministry sheep in there, namely Unspeakables. But they never noticed me. Not even when I stood right in front of them grimacing like a maniac."

At that thought they both snorted in amusement.

"Well. After that I set my mind on finding you. I found out in Diagon Alley what day it was and that I was actually declared innocent after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. After that I went out and searched for you", as an after thought he added, "which took me a good few days to do."

While his godfather explained Harry tried to picture it all in his head.

"That is when I found you two days ago, crying like a waterfall. After a lot of vain attempts to comfort you - because, you know, I was kind-of a ghost you could not see.

I tried, again in vain, to comfort you and after you fell asleep I pondered a few Ideas how to show you I was there. That is when I came up with the idea of a moving portrait. First I tried to push my Magic into your picture, then, when it failed greatly, I tried to push myself into it. And look here: it worked!"
At that the picture of his dead godfather smiled a genuine happy smile that lit up Harry's dark world quiet a few notches. The young boy did not really know how pushing oneself into a picture could create a magical portrait, but he thought it would be logical if there needed to be other components to make a painting move.

"I",began Harry before shortly thinking to himself, "I believe you."

He finally smiled, which got the heavy tension in the image to release itself. Heavy sighting the portrait looked up into the once shining orbs of his godson. Sirius had seen how dark they had been. Now they seemed to sluggishly recharge their sparkle. Slowly Harry stood up from his bed with the parchment of his beloved godfather still in his hands - which he then proceeded to tap onto the wall across his bed with some tape he had nicked from Dudley, together with the pencil. Smiling at each other nearly an eternity Harry decided he needed to rest a few more hours before the sun decided to rise.

As he fell into his bed he looked at his godfather who viewed the room with hawk eyes, watching over his pup he had vowed to protect so long ago.

It seemed like the, now sleeping, lion in the cage had found a companion. And they where ready to wreck havoc should the need arise.

Hello dear readers,

I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did.

I re-read this piece of art and decided to overwork some details and the ongoing chapters.
Here are some cookies for the Year long waiting :3

(::) (::) (::)

yours,
Berry~