The Peverell Heirlooms

Authors Note: This is my first fan fiction and English is my second language so there will be some mistakes. At the moment I also don't have someone who would beta read the story so if you are a Beta reader and looking for some work you can send me a pm.

Some critical information about my story and what is different from Canon: Harrys forth year will be different, and the most important things will be pointed out in the story. Harry's invisible cloak makes you invisible and no-one not even Moody's magical eye can see you, after all, it is one of the Deathly Hollows.

Now that's all I have to say, so have fun reading.

Prolog

Harry was sitting in the attic, with his back leaned against the side of Buckbeak the hippogriff and was lost in his thoughts of the last year and the trial he had faced today. He couldn't remember a time something good happened to him, every time he thought his bad luck might have ignored him it stroked again.

But after his name came out of the Goblet of Fire last Halloween, his 'luck' seemed to follow him everywhere he walked. Not even his fellow students accused him of being a liar and cheater but also his so-called friends turned their back on him. The only person that came forth and told him that he believed him was Neville Longbottom, who also found out that he has to fight a Dragon and helped him with the second task by providing him with Gillyweed.

He went from one disaster into the next. After his fight with the dragon, he had this stupid Egg that always screeched and wouldn't it be for Cedric he would never have the idea to put it under water. The Yule Ball didn't go better, because he was too much a coward to ask the one person he wanted to take as his date, but at least she wasn't with someone else at the ball. The second task was also quite annoying. He was rescuing the hostage from the bottom of the Black Lake. Would it be at least the person he would miss the most like it was stated in this ridicules song, but no it has to be Ronald Bilius Weasley, the person he would miss the least except for Draco Malfoy? Well, he had his fun when he rescued Fleur's little sister instead of Ron and Ron wasn't even angry with him. Ron also said that he would instead go for the cute little girl than the other bloke to get a kiss from the Veela. The last task went pretty well, too well if he thinks back. He reached the Cup together with Cedric, and they both grabbed it at the same time. The portkey send them to a graveyard instead of the stage at the beginning of the labyrinth.

In the Graveyard they were expected by Wormtail and Voldemort. And after they killed Cedric and did some dark ritual with Harry, Voldemort was resurrected in his new body. The duel he had with the Dark Lord was crazy, but only because the Dark Lord played with him, by trading minor hexes and nonlethal curses. Just after Harry hit Voldemort with a cutting hex, the Dark Lord started using the killing curse. But in the end, he could reach the cup to get back to Hogwarts.

Back at Hogwarts he immediately passed out. The next thing he remembers is waking up in the hospital wing with the judges and teachers next to him. While he was retelling what happened to him and that Voldemort was back. The fake Alistair Moody got so excited that he forgot to drink his poly juice and changed back in front of everybody.

Later Harry was told by Dumbledore that it was the fake Moody who put his name in the goblet and Voldemort order were to help him through the tournament so he can be used in the ritual. Sadly Minister Fudge didn't believe that Voldemort was back, he stated that it was only Barty Crouch Jr. - who went insane in Azkaban - that killed Cedric and thought he would act on the order of someone else. Everything else he swept under the carpet by stating Harry got confounded.

At least he was on friendly terms again with both Hermione and Ron, at the end of the school year but they were no longer his best friends, neither did he trust them as much as he did at the beginning of his school year. Harry wasn't even sure if he could say that he trusts Neville completely, but at least more than his other friends.

The next hit his friendship with Hermione and Ron got was that they didn't even write to him in his summer holidays. Hedwig brought them his letters, but he never received an answer. Harry knew from Sirius that Dumbledore told both not to write, because Sirius send him at the beginning of his holidays the Two-way-Mirror. But he thought that their friendship was more important than a simple order from Dumbledore.

Every evening he talked to Sirius and got told what the so-called Order of the Phoenix did and what they planned. It wasn't much, mostly they talked about some Guard duty in the ministry or at Privet Drive and listened to Snape if he had news about Voldemort's Plans. It wasn't much they did but better than the Ministry of Magic that buried their heads and would rather slander him and Dumbledore than do something against Voldemort.

To finish off his bad experiences in the last year is the trial he had to endure today. It went even worse than everyone imagined.

"You know, it could be worse," Sirius said and pulled Harry out of his thoughts. "You could be in Azkaban."

"Funny…" Harry glared. Then he averts his face, and his expression softened. "Sorry, Sirius I'm not in the mood for jokes."

"No need to apologies pub," Sirius said while sitting down across from Harry. "What's wrong? I mean except for the trial and its result. You are different since the end of the school year. Is it still because of Cedric?"

"Yes… No…" Harry didn't lock at his godfather while he was speaking. He rather stroked Buckbeak's head. After some moments of silence, he stated quietly "I'm tired. I'm so tired from all of this, Sirius."

Sirius didn't say anything because he knew that Harry might say more, so he just looked at his godson's face. It was only a shadow of the regular lively face, and his eyes looked tied like the ones of an old man in his last days.

"I think about leaving the magical world. I'm tired of being the punching ball for Magical Britain. Every time something bad happens they hate me but still expect me to fix their problems. They blame me for everything bad that happens even if it doesn't make any sense," Harry said while he still absentmindedly stroked Buckbeak's feathers. "What do they expect from me? What do they expect me to do?" He faced his godfather with tears in his eyes, and while he looked in the hunted Grey eyes, he asked, "I died for them two times, and it is still not enough for them. I lost everything for them, and it's still not enough for them."

"What do you mean you died?" Asked the panicked voice from Sirius.

"I died. I was on the other side. There isn't a way to survive the killing curse." Harry said without any emotions in his voice. But before Sirius could ask any further questions, he continued. "How far would you go for me? If you have to decide between me and the rest of the world, even Dumbledore, who would you chose?"

Sirius lunged at Harry and hugged him fiercely, who was so exhausted that he doesn't stiff as he usually did. "I would do everything for you, and I would ever choose you. I made the mistake ones, and I will never do it again, pub."

They stayed like this for a long time until the Harrys sobs ended, and he fell asleep.

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Later that day in the evening the occupants of Grimmauld Place 12 were sitting in the kitchen for dinner. With the Weasley twins, Fred and George, it was always an exciting event. Normally it would lighten Harry's mood a lot, but today he was poking in his food. Brooding over the trial and what it meant for him.

"Harry, surely this can't be that bad. Dumbledore will find a way to fix it and faster than you think you are back at Hogwarts with us," said Hermione

"Please shut up Hermione." Harry's voice was silent and controlled.

"Language Harry." Mrs. Weasley scolded.

"Whatever…" he answered annoyed while rolling with his eyes, but he still didn't avert his eyes from his plate.

"Common mate. Dumbledore always ..." Ron

"You guys think the all so mighty and great Albus Dumbledore will come and help," Harry sneered. "Where was he when I had the farce the ministry called trial? Where was he when my wand got snapped? Or where was he when my magic got bound?"

Everyone gasped in shock when they heard that his magic was bound. Except for Remus and Sirius who exchanged a knowing look, because Harry had told them before.

"Yeah, you heard me. My magic got bound. I'm nothing more than a squib now."

"But they can't do it. That is barbaric," exclaimed a shocked Hermione. Her eyes wide and her face mirrored the utter shock everyone else felt.

Harry only rolled his eyes and shoved his plate away from him before he got up from the dinner table and left the kitchen. After he left, he heard Hermione's voice again, "But there has to be something Dumbledore can do."

"There isn't. The only way would be if his Magical core were still growing but since he is already fifteen…" the rest of Remus' voice was too silent to be heard outside.