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I am re-doing all the chapters that I have posted, and then continuing with more to the story. I am also working on another story, not in the HP universe but am not posting it until it's pretty much done.
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"Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart." -- Marcus Aurelius
Chapter One- The Start of it All
A man was mentally laughing as he came to his senses, not really paying attention to his surroundings. His eyes were closed but it didn't matter because his black disheveled hair covered most of his sight. A smile tugged at his lips as he thought who could be behind this prank.
"Alrig-" the man tried to speak, but stopped suddenly, loosing the smile when he found his voice hoarse and his mouth dry. "Padfoot?" he tried again, wondering what was going on. "Moony? Where are you guys? This isn't funny anymore!" He then realized his eyes were still closed, and upon opening them and painfully shaking the hair out of his face, he gasped. He didn't recognize where he was, but he knew it couldn't be good. He was in a glass case, unable to move without wincing at the ache in his bones. He could turn his head, but not without straining. Looking around for his troublemaking friends, he was about to comment that their joke had worked, when he saw something that made his heart ache.
To his left, in a case much like his own was his Lily-flower.
She felt it before she even opened her eyes.
The humidity made her clothes stick close to her body. The heat was just barely tolerable. Before she could figure out her surroundings and the source of the heat, it dissipated slowly, leaving her completely cold. She felt stiff, as if she had slept funny. Her head felt fuzzy and she knew something was off.
Finally daring to open her eyes, she looked around. Her green eyes took in her surroundings, aware that this was not an ordinary spot for her to be in. It was dark, and she was in what seemed to be a glass case. This stirred a memory in her brain. It's like Sleeping Beauty. Thinking about that lead her to remember all of it; her life, her school, her husband...her son…The onslaught of these memories forced her to squint her eyes shut and pinch her face in pain. She had to force the muscles in her arms and hands to move. Pushing her fiery red hair out of her face, she opened her eyes once more and started to cry.
What in Merlin's name is going on?
Not to far away, another redhead awoke from her sleep with a startled gasp. Sitting straight up in her bed and breathing heavily, her brown eyes darted around her room. Her first thought was to wake up her parents, but this was too urgent to wait. She had to tell Dumbledore. He needed to be told so he could try to understand it.
Throwing back her covers she hurried out of her room, and down the stairs and through the kitchen, knocking over a chair as she did so. She hurriedly grabbed some floo powder from the mantle, knocking over a candlestick and sending it to the floor with a bang. All the clatter surely woke up the house, but she didn't care. She threw the powder into the fireplace, and called out for the Headmaster. She only told him she needed him to come over, leaving him to curious. She stood up and paced the kitchen, drowning out everything around her.
The fire roared green in the kitchen fireplace of Number 12 Grimmauld Place around the same time several people ran into the kitchen, wands drawn. Upon seeing the aged wizard, they lowered their wands, but had looks of confusion on their faces. It wasn't until Ginny spoke up from the corner of the room startling them all. Looking in to the eyes of her mother, with a quick glance to Dumbledore, she opened her mouth to speak.
"It's happened again. It's real."
Harry slowly awoke to the tingling in his fingers that was all too familiar the past few days. His head was a madhouse- dizzy and racing with thoughts. He had been home from Hogwarts for almost three weeks. On his arrival home from the car ride from Kings Cross, he had been presented a list of chores from Aunt Petunia, most likely a way to get him out of sight and out of mind. Harry didn't mind most of the chores, kept him busy with things to do.
Even with the warnings from members of the Order, his Uncle Vernon still thought it necessary to make his summer rough. Dudley had joined in, and Aunt Petunia just scowled at him, and warned him to get his duties done. Harry was determined to make it through the last weeks of his stay at the Dursley household, and didn't put up a fuss. He woke up early every morning, got breakfast ready and was soon out the door going about his tasks. For the past couple days though, he would get a tingling in his fingers, starting at the tips and by the end of the day it would be his whole hand. He had written to Sirius about this, who just thought it to be migraine symptoms of sorts, to get rest and take some muggle "adderville" if needed, but that if it got worse to let him know.
Sirius Black, who at one time had been a convicted criminal, was now a free man. The trip to the Department of Mysteries had been a blessing for him. When dueling his cousin Bellatrix, she had gotten distracted, thus allowing him to shoot a Stupefy at her. While Harry and Dumbledore had gone off, Sirius stayed behind, helping capture the other Death Eaters. Catching a feeling that Harry was in danger, he had run up to the Atrium, just in time to see Voldemort apparate away with Bellatrix. Running to Harry's side, ignoring all others in the room, he had tried to comfort his Godson as best he could. Fudge had seen him though, and demanded his arrest, which he agreed to go willingly after Fudge promised Dumbledore a fair trial for the man. This trial, while frustrating, had been a success, as Sirius was declared innocent. Harry had been ecstatic, and plans were made for him to stay the remainder of his summer with Sirius after the Dursley's.
On this certain day though, after not taking any notice to his hands, Harry went about his routine of making breakfast for the household. He was on his was outside when he had to pause, his head going blank and his vision going fuzzy. It lasted only a second though, and reminded himself to maybe get some of Aunt Petunia's medicine.
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