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Wormtail should die, don't you agree? Anyway, first of all don't worry we are still continuing our other fics but there's no harm in another (the more the merrier!).
We just really feel like chatting now but we're sure your not interested in our rambling, so on with the fic!
The boy behind the scar
Prologue- Just call me Harry
Harry Potter sat all alone in Gryffindor tower. Today was supposed to be cause for celebration, so why did he feel so sad? It was graduation day, the end of his 7th and final year at Hogwarts, the day he became a fully fledged wizard.
His seven years here at Hogwarts, had been the most terrifying in his whole life. Voldemort had returned to full power, and Harry had faced him and death five times. Each time he had somehow managed to survive, but at what cost? Cedric was dead because of him, and how many other innocent people? He couldn't let anymore people go through this, especially the few people he could call family.
Aside from all the death and destruction, his only moments of happiness had been at Hogwarts. Winning the house cup, wining the Quidditch cup, finding out about his parents, meeting Sirius and Remus, and finally finding a family. That's what Ron and Hermione were to him, they weren't just his best friends, along with the other Weasley's, they were his family. He loved them and felt a need to protect them. Because of him, they had been put in more danger than they should of, all because they cared for him.
Harry knew he couldn't go on putting them in so much danger, he had made up his mind, and he knew what he had to do. Maybe he knew all along, after all, it was expected of him. Wasn't that the only thing he was sure about? Harry didn't know who he was, apart from what everyone expected. To them he was the boy that lived, he was Harry Potter, the only person to ever face Voldemort and live. To them he was just a scar, that's all they cared about, that damn scar. It didn't mean he was anyone important, it just showed that he had lived because of his mother. That's the only reason anyone knew who he was, because his mother had died to save him.
It was slightly ironic in a way, wasn't he preparing for exactly the same thing?
"Hey, Harry." His thoughts were interrupted, as a shadow cast itself in his light. "We'd better hurry up, or we'll be late for the ceremony. And you know how Hermione will be pissed!" Ron Weasley made a face. Harry couldn't help smiling. After years of rows, fights and denial, his two best friends had finally admitted their true feelings. Ron and Hermione had been together for two years, and Harry was convinced that it was true love.
In a way he was kind of jealous of Ron. To be able to admit his feelings, Harry couldn't do that, it was too dangerous. So, he had to be content with just friendship with the girl he ached for, the one he loved more than anything. No one knew, he hadn't even told Ron and Hermione and he trusted them with anything. It was dangerous to be loved by Harry, and Harry definitely couldn't put her through this, he felt guilty enough about all the danger he got Ron and Hermione in.
"I was just thinking." Harry frowned, wondering whether it would be the best thing to bring up.
"Hope you didn't hurt yourself." Ron grinned.
"Ha ha! No, I was thinking about everything that's happened." Ron looked grave for a second.
"Come on, Harry. You know it's not your fault." Harry didn't reply, just continued to look around the room, Ron did the same.
"Wow, we did have some good times. Winning the house cup our first year, that was great! Remember the parties Fred and George used to throw? Especially after Quidditch matches."
"I really will miss playing Quidditch."
"You'll still play. I'm counting on you to play for the Chudley Canons, one day." Ron's enthusiasm made him laugh. "But best memory, Malfoy the bouncing ferret!"
"Definitely!" Harry agreed, as they both began to laugh. Then Harry grew more serious. "Ron, I just want to thank you. For sticking by me, and being my best friend. Without you and Hermione, I'd probably be dead." This out burst seemed to shock Ron, slightly.
"You'll make me cry. And stop speaking like we'll never see each other again! You're spending the summer at my house, for Christ's sake." Standing, Ron looked at his watch.
"We really had better go." Nodding, Harry followed him out through the portrait hole, for the last time.
The Great Hall was decorated more extravagantly, than Harry had ever seen it. He took his seat and silently observed the rest of the hall. The sight of Ron and Hermione involved in another argument caused a small smile to cross his lips. Near them Seamus and Dean were happily involved in a rather competitive thumb-war, while Neville was snoring in the seat next to them. Lavender and Parvarti were whispering conspiratorially and glancing at the two thumb-war warriors before giggling hysterically. Further along the hall Draco Malfoy looked totally horrified as an emotional Pansy Parkinson sobbed in the seat next to him, so Malfoy, being the gentleman he was, swapped seats will Crabbe. Frowning Harry took his gaze from his fellow seventh years and let it absorb the others. It lingered for a long while on a mass of excited redheads.
Dumbledore rose, gaining the attention of every witch and wizard in the room and the ceremony began.
"Well, I am honoured to be stood here today in the presence of such fine witches and wizards, and proud of each and every member of this Hogwarts graduating class.
Although it is customary for the headmaster to make a long speech I will not be gracing your ears with such enjoyment, as unfortunately not only have I forgotten what I was going to say, but I can honestly assure you that it was complete waffle.
I will just say congratulations, you've truly earned this and you will all do well to remember the lessons you have learnt, not only in the confines of a classroom but through life, friendship, and even loss." Dumbledore's pause left a short time for reflection among the seventh years. "Oh and yes, 'Draco dormiens nunquam titllandus', I always find that a handy tip to remember. Now I've warmed up the audience I'll hand you over to the Head Girl shall I? Miss Hermione Granger!"
Hermione began to talk of the unknown future ahead, one different from the past and the childhood spent at Hogwarts, a future of adults and responsibility. Harry watched his best friend; she seemed to be in her element. He smiled to himself; this speech was just so Hermione.
When she had finished and the applause had ceased, Dumbledore stood again smiling brightly.
"Ah, jolly good speech Miss Granger, much better than mine!" He congratulated the Head Girl happily. "Now I think it's time we heard from this years Head Boy, Mr Harry Potter!"
Harry silently stood to the applause he received, took a deep breath and stood tall in front of the crowd.
"Most of my life, you have all known me as Harry Potter, the boy who lived. But, I stand before you today, and ask you simply to call me, Harry. That's all I am, an ordinary boy, who is fortunate to have the gift of magic, and the chance to learn it all here, at Hogwarts.
I am nobody special, the truth is that the downfall of Voldemort over sixteen years ago, was due to a muggle-born witch named Lily Potter." There was a small gasp from the crowd to this information. Harry ignored it and continued. "My father, James Potter, protected my mother so she could fetch me, and then he told her to run. He died protecting us, but he only half succeeded. Truth was Voldemort was not after my mother." There was another gasp. "He said he would spare her life, if she gave me up. She refused, and even begged to be killed instead. My mother gave up her life for me, and that powerful charm is the only reason I stand before you today.
Until I was 11 years old, I had no idea I was a wizard, or even that this world existed. But, I can say with the many downsides, there has also been the happiest memories I have ever had. I think I can speak for us all, when I say it has been a privilege and an honour to have been a student here. This is probably the best place in the world, and I wish to say several thank yous. First of all, to all the teachers who have helped me become the wizard I am today. I would like to thank Hagrid, from the bottom of my heart, for always caring about me and for enlightening me on my past. I'd say that you rescued me. Oliver Wood for teaching me how to play Quidditch, and always motivating me to go that extra mile. Fred and George, you two could always make me laugh, no matter what, keep up the good work. Ginny, thanks for always listening, I knew I could always talk to you. Hermione, thanks for being so smart, and getting us out of scrapes, and thanks for being my best friend. Ron, thanks for being my first and best friend. We've been through everything together. Most of all, I want to thank you for making me part of your family, it's all I ever wanted.
Now, the killings continue and they seem never ending. Everyone here has been affected, I'm not the only orphan in the room, and unfortunately there will be more. Our world deserves better than this.
I have come face to face with Voldemort six times, but each time nearly losing or losing someone important in the process. We all know he is after revenge. Now, I must face him alone, to stop others from dying for no reason. I'm not trying to be brave or the hero, but if I'm not prepared to face up to this, he'll just come looking for me, like last time.
I have learnt many things over my life, and perhaps the most important is due to Voldemort. You need to appreciate what you have, because you never know if tomorrow it will still be there. Take each day as it comes, and live life to the fullest.
Good luck to you all. I hope that your future is filled with light, not dark.
To the Weasley family, Ron, Hermione, Remus and Snuffles, I hope to see you all, soon. I love you!" With that Harry Potter, the boy who lived, disappeared.
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Review! Please, it's the right thing to do! If this gets more than our other stories this one might have to take priority, meaning it will be updated faster. Flames are accepted although not really appreciated but everyone is entitled to their opinion. Flames will be used to toast that little git Wormtail but nice reviews used to make him suffer more and bribe your favourite characters into just towels!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling the Goddess of literature. We are just playing with her characters and will return them unharmed (well, we'll try).
A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (split personality S.Padfoot) proudly present this fic!
Wormtail should die, don't you agree? Anyway, first of all don't worry we are still continuing our other fics but there's no harm in another (the more the merrier!).
We just really feel like chatting now but we're sure your not interested in our rambling, so on with the fic!
The boy behind the scar
Prologue- Just call me Harry
Harry Potter sat all alone in Gryffindor tower. Today was supposed to be cause for celebration, so why did he feel so sad? It was graduation day, the end of his 7th and final year at Hogwarts, the day he became a fully fledged wizard.
His seven years here at Hogwarts, had been the most terrifying in his whole life. Voldemort had returned to full power, and Harry had faced him and death five times. Each time he had somehow managed to survive, but at what cost? Cedric was dead because of him, and how many other innocent people? He couldn't let anymore people go through this, especially the few people he could call family.
Aside from all the death and destruction, his only moments of happiness had been at Hogwarts. Winning the house cup, wining the Quidditch cup, finding out about his parents, meeting Sirius and Remus, and finally finding a family. That's what Ron and Hermione were to him, they weren't just his best friends, along with the other Weasley's, they were his family. He loved them and felt a need to protect them. Because of him, they had been put in more danger than they should of, all because they cared for him.
Harry knew he couldn't go on putting them in so much danger, he had made up his mind, and he knew what he had to do. Maybe he knew all along, after all, it was expected of him. Wasn't that the only thing he was sure about? Harry didn't know who he was, apart from what everyone expected. To them he was the boy that lived, he was Harry Potter, the only person to ever face Voldemort and live. To them he was just a scar, that's all they cared about, that damn scar. It didn't mean he was anyone important, it just showed that he had lived because of his mother. That's the only reason anyone knew who he was, because his mother had died to save him.
It was slightly ironic in a way, wasn't he preparing for exactly the same thing?
"Hey, Harry." His thoughts were interrupted, as a shadow cast itself in his light. "We'd better hurry up, or we'll be late for the ceremony. And you know how Hermione will be pissed!" Ron Weasley made a face. Harry couldn't help smiling. After years of rows, fights and denial, his two best friends had finally admitted their true feelings. Ron and Hermione had been together for two years, and Harry was convinced that it was true love.
In a way he was kind of jealous of Ron. To be able to admit his feelings, Harry couldn't do that, it was too dangerous. So, he had to be content with just friendship with the girl he ached for, the one he loved more than anything. No one knew, he hadn't even told Ron and Hermione and he trusted them with anything. It was dangerous to be loved by Harry, and Harry definitely couldn't put her through this, he felt guilty enough about all the danger he got Ron and Hermione in.
"I was just thinking." Harry frowned, wondering whether it would be the best thing to bring up.
"Hope you didn't hurt yourself." Ron grinned.
"Ha ha! No, I was thinking about everything that's happened." Ron looked grave for a second.
"Come on, Harry. You know it's not your fault." Harry didn't reply, just continued to look around the room, Ron did the same.
"Wow, we did have some good times. Winning the house cup our first year, that was great! Remember the parties Fred and George used to throw? Especially after Quidditch matches."
"I really will miss playing Quidditch."
"You'll still play. I'm counting on you to play for the Chudley Canons, one day." Ron's enthusiasm made him laugh. "But best memory, Malfoy the bouncing ferret!"
"Definitely!" Harry agreed, as they both began to laugh. Then Harry grew more serious. "Ron, I just want to thank you. For sticking by me, and being my best friend. Without you and Hermione, I'd probably be dead." This out burst seemed to shock Ron, slightly.
"You'll make me cry. And stop speaking like we'll never see each other again! You're spending the summer at my house, for Christ's sake." Standing, Ron looked at his watch.
"We really had better go." Nodding, Harry followed him out through the portrait hole, for the last time.
The Great Hall was decorated more extravagantly, than Harry had ever seen it. He took his seat and silently observed the rest of the hall. The sight of Ron and Hermione involved in another argument caused a small smile to cross his lips. Near them Seamus and Dean were happily involved in a rather competitive thumb-war, while Neville was snoring in the seat next to them. Lavender and Parvarti were whispering conspiratorially and glancing at the two thumb-war warriors before giggling hysterically. Further along the hall Draco Malfoy looked totally horrified as an emotional Pansy Parkinson sobbed in the seat next to him, so Malfoy, being the gentleman he was, swapped seats will Crabbe. Frowning Harry took his gaze from his fellow seventh years and let it absorb the others. It lingered for a long while on a mass of excited redheads.
Dumbledore rose, gaining the attention of every witch and wizard in the room and the ceremony began.
"Well, I am honoured to be stood here today in the presence of such fine witches and wizards, and proud of each and every member of this Hogwarts graduating class.
Although it is customary for the headmaster to make a long speech I will not be gracing your ears with such enjoyment, as unfortunately not only have I forgotten what I was going to say, but I can honestly assure you that it was complete waffle.
I will just say congratulations, you've truly earned this and you will all do well to remember the lessons you have learnt, not only in the confines of a classroom but through life, friendship, and even loss." Dumbledore's pause left a short time for reflection among the seventh years. "Oh and yes, 'Draco dormiens nunquam titllandus', I always find that a handy tip to remember. Now I've warmed up the audience I'll hand you over to the Head Girl shall I? Miss Hermione Granger!"
Hermione began to talk of the unknown future ahead, one different from the past and the childhood spent at Hogwarts, a future of adults and responsibility. Harry watched his best friend; she seemed to be in her element. He smiled to himself; this speech was just so Hermione.
When she had finished and the applause had ceased, Dumbledore stood again smiling brightly.
"Ah, jolly good speech Miss Granger, much better than mine!" He congratulated the Head Girl happily. "Now I think it's time we heard from this years Head Boy, Mr Harry Potter!"
Harry silently stood to the applause he received, took a deep breath and stood tall in front of the crowd.
"Most of my life, you have all known me as Harry Potter, the boy who lived. But, I stand before you today, and ask you simply to call me, Harry. That's all I am, an ordinary boy, who is fortunate to have the gift of magic, and the chance to learn it all here, at Hogwarts.
I am nobody special, the truth is that the downfall of Voldemort over sixteen years ago, was due to a muggle-born witch named Lily Potter." There was a small gasp from the crowd to this information. Harry ignored it and continued. "My father, James Potter, protected my mother so she could fetch me, and then he told her to run. He died protecting us, but he only half succeeded. Truth was Voldemort was not after my mother." There was another gasp. "He said he would spare her life, if she gave me up. She refused, and even begged to be killed instead. My mother gave up her life for me, and that powerful charm is the only reason I stand before you today.
Until I was 11 years old, I had no idea I was a wizard, or even that this world existed. But, I can say with the many downsides, there has also been the happiest memories I have ever had. I think I can speak for us all, when I say it has been a privilege and an honour to have been a student here. This is probably the best place in the world, and I wish to say several thank yous. First of all, to all the teachers who have helped me become the wizard I am today. I would like to thank Hagrid, from the bottom of my heart, for always caring about me and for enlightening me on my past. I'd say that you rescued me. Oliver Wood for teaching me how to play Quidditch, and always motivating me to go that extra mile. Fred and George, you two could always make me laugh, no matter what, keep up the good work. Ginny, thanks for always listening, I knew I could always talk to you. Hermione, thanks for being so smart, and getting us out of scrapes, and thanks for being my best friend. Ron, thanks for being my first and best friend. We've been through everything together. Most of all, I want to thank you for making me part of your family, it's all I ever wanted.
Now, the killings continue and they seem never ending. Everyone here has been affected, I'm not the only orphan in the room, and unfortunately there will be more. Our world deserves better than this.
I have come face to face with Voldemort six times, but each time nearly losing or losing someone important in the process. We all know he is after revenge. Now, I must face him alone, to stop others from dying for no reason. I'm not trying to be brave or the hero, but if I'm not prepared to face up to this, he'll just come looking for me, like last time.
I have learnt many things over my life, and perhaps the most important is due to Voldemort. You need to appreciate what you have, because you never know if tomorrow it will still be there. Take each day as it comes, and live life to the fullest.
Good luck to you all. I hope that your future is filled with light, not dark.
To the Weasley family, Ron, Hermione, Remus and Snuffles, I hope to see you all, soon. I love you!" With that Harry Potter, the boy who lived, disappeared.
Fan fic managed!
Review! Please, it's the right thing to do! If this gets more than our other stories this one might have to take priority, meaning it will be updated faster. Flames are accepted although not really appreciated but everyone is entitled to their opinion. Flames will be used to toast that little git Wormtail but nice reviews used to make him suffer more and bribe your favourite characters into just towels!