Living In A Moment

By: Harry's Little Angel

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: Tempestt and Jordan are my own original characters; therefore they are the only things in here that rightfully belong to me!

Chapter One: Number Four Privet Drive

The morning sun was ascending into the gray white of the night clouds, slowly causing them to disappear in a golden light, and the stars to twinkle away to nothing.

The birds were chirping in their trees, as the residents of Privet drive pulled themselves sleepily from their warm beds, and began their long days.

In house number four one member lay silent in his bed, almost frozen with fear, while the other members continued to ignore him.

Harry Potter lay in his small bed, he had just been awoken by a horrible nightmare.

He was sleeping peacefully, dreaming of seeing his friends again, when a white face flashed in front of them.

The face was as pale as snow, with red cat like eyes, and slits where it's nose should have been.

It was the face of his enemy, the face of Voldemort, as Harry stared at him, he smiled, and another person came into view.

A white hand beckoned the person forward, as a shrill voice said "Seer tell me what you have seen."

The person who walked forward stopped, and kneeled, as she looked up, and said "I have seen the destruction of Harry Potter at your hands my lord."

An evil laugh echoed through the room, as Voldemort stared at the seer, and asked "Tell me how I do this?"

"You must kidnap the one he loves, and when they demand that you return her safely to her family, your response is that you will safely return her to her loved ones once Harry either kills himself, or allows you to kill him."

The laughter started again, but this time it didn't end, and Harry woke up to his scar hurting so bad that he thought his head would burst.

Harry had been having these type of 'night mares' a lot, but in fact they were actual visions of what Voldemort was doing at the time.

However he hadn't had a vision for over three weeks, probably because Voldemort didn't want Harry to know what he was up to.

But then, Harry wondered why had Voldemort let him see this?

Probably because he wanted Harry to know he was going to die, or at least Voldemort thought he was going to die.

Harry had several reasons why he didn't want to die, but he also had three reasons why he wanted to die.

The reasons he wanted to die were his parents, and his god father.

He wanted to see them again, but he know they would be angry with him if he died only to see them.

But his reasons for living were all his friends, including his two best friends Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, as well as the fact that Harry didn't love anyone, at least not any more.

He had given up on trying to court Cho Chang, it was just to complicated with her always crying over Cedric, and trying to talk about it.

Plus the fact that she had been put into St. Muggo's wizard hospital, Voldemort's plan didn't stand a chance, there was no way he, Harry, was going to die.

A few weeks ago Harry had decided that in order to fulfill the prophecy about Voldemort and himself, Harry would be the murderer.

A sudden banging on his door brought Harry out of his thoughts, as his aunt's shrill voice called out, and said "We're going out, don't cause any trouble."

"Okay aunt Petunia."

Then Harry heard his aunt, cousin, and uncle walk out the door, and then drive off in his uncle's car.

Later that day the July sun was ascending into the sky all around Privet drive, as a young boy stared out of his window, his brilliant green eyes glued to the sky.

Suddenly the boys eyes widened, as he stepped back from his window, and watched an owl fly through, and landed on his desk.

Harry Potter smiled at the owl, as it held it's leg out to him, and Harry took the letter had eagerly been awaiting all summer.

It was the results of his O.W.Ls.

Harry ripped open the envelope, as his hands unfolded the cream parchment that was within, and he stared down at it.

His mouth fell open, as he gawked at his results, which read;

HARRY POTTER'S O.W.L. RESULTS

Charms - E- Exceeds Expectations

Transfiguration- E - Exceeds Expectations

Herbology - O - Outstanding

Defense Against the Dark Arts - O - Outstanding

Potions - E- Exceeds Expectations

Care of Magical Creatures - O - Outstanding

Astronomy - A - Acceptable

Divination - P - Poor

History of Magic - A - Acceptable

If you have received anything below an Acceptable in any class, you are no longer required to take the class, as it does not seem to be your strong point.

Harry was stunned, he hadn't expected to do this good, especially in potions.

However since he didn't get an outstanding there was no way Snape was going to teach him.

He was also very pleased to see that he no longer had to take Divination.

Harry put the letter down on his bed, as he wondered what Ron and Hermione had gotten, and stood in front of the mirror in his small bed room.

A bedroom that used to be his cousin's second bedroom, making sure he looked alright, he was going to go out for a walk, and he had to make sure he looked decent.

As well as the fact that tonight, at mid-night to be precise, was his sixteenth birthday, and he knew his aunt and uncle would never remember, but his friends would.

Harry couldn't wait to hear from them, but then he remembered that he wouldn't be

hearing from Sirius this year, and his face fell.

He gave a deep sigh, as he ran a hand through his untidy black hair, trying miserably to fix it in place, and thought about how much he still missed his god father.

While his hair fell back down into his eyes, Harry pushed his round black framed glasses up his nose, and then tried to cover his lighting bolt scar, that his aunt hated.

But in fact Harry loved it; it was what made him so different from all his peers, not to mention he had it forever.

It was what caused him to be connected to Voldemort.

He rolled the sleeves of his hand-me down shirt up, as he tried to make it fit, and pulled his too big pants up.

He pulled on his cord belt, tightening the pants so that they stayed at his waist, when he heard his uncle's hoarse voice call his name, "Harry Potter."

Harry sighed, as he opened the door, and walked down the stairs.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, his Uncle Vernon looked at him, and said "Get outside and mow the lawn."

Harry smiled, here comes the fun part; Harry turned to his uncle, and said "You know my friends you meet at the train station wouldn't be too happy if they knew you were making me suffer, doing the yard work. Moody might come here and use the m word."

Uncle Vernon's face turned red, as Harry tried to hold in his laughter, and Vernon said "Come along Dudley, we're going to go do some house work."

His fat cousin Dudley whined, as his father dragged him outside, and Harry followed.

"I'm going to go for a walk... I'll be back."

His uncle nodded, as Harry started to walk away from the house.

Harry walked and walked, until he reached the local park, and he sat down in one of the swings, as he swung back and fourth Harry thought about his life.

He'd lost his parents, defeated the most evil wizard in the world, and became famous all as a baby.

He'd been forced to live with his aunt and uncle, and their horrible son.

He was treated like a constant burden, forced to sleep in a cupboard, made into Dudley's personal punching bag, and not allowed to ask any questions about his parents.

He found out he was a wizard at 11, even though the Dursley's tried their darnedest to keep it from him.

Upon entering the wizarding world he'd been forced into a world of fame that he never wanted.

He was famous for surviving something no one else could, not even his parents.

It was even his unwanted nick name 'the boy who lived', and the fact that he had been attacked numerous times.

Not to mention that now he thought because of all this he had a hero complex, sometimes he just needed to be the hero, even if it meant he'd die.

That was how he'd lost Sirius, and every so often the guilt of his hero complex come up to bit him in the butt, and he hated himself for it.


Even though there was nothing he could have done about it, his unfortunate past, and his two nicknames; including 'the golden boy', and 'the boy who lived' and his fame for destroying Voldemort were the reason he had the complex, and he knew it.

Despite not having parents Harry still made a few wonderful friends at Hogwarts, he'd learned about quidditch, and learned he had a god father who loved him.

He was finally happy, but a few weeks ago his world was shattered when his god father was killed.

Then he'd found out why he was always being attacked, he and his enemy couldn't live if the other was alive.

It's hard to find out at 15 that you either have to die, or kill someone.

Harry sighed, as tears fell down his face, and he cried.

After several minutes, Harry wiped his eyes, and began to walk back to his house.

Later that night Harry sighed, as he put his 'Transfiguration' book on his bed, and got up to stretch.

He walked over to his open window, as he let the cool night air hit his face, and he watched the stars shine.

For one split second during his star gazing, his scar burned, as he held it, and then just as suddenly as it had appeared the burning pain vanished.

Harry looked down at the street for a second, and then thought Voldemort was probably just happy about being able to destroy him.

As Harry watched the stars, he noticed three dots getting closer and closer.

Suddenly Harry realized it was three owls, one of which was his, a white owl named Hedwig.

Harry moved out of the way, as the owls got closer, and flew onto his bed.

As they landed, Harry noticed that each owl had a letter, and a package tied to it's leg.

Harry glanced at his clock, and noticed that he had been so engrossed in his homework, that he hadn't noticed his 16th birthday had pasted over an hour ago.

He smiled, as he walked over to his bed, and Hedwig stuck out her leg for him.

It read the note, it was from one of his friends, Hermione:

Harry

Happy Birthday!!!!! So how are you? I hope your family is treating you all right. Are you excited about school this year, our 6th year, isn't it wonderful? I thought maybe you and Ron might be able to meet me in Diagon alley, and we could do our shopping for this year. Well I'll be there on the 11th of August. I hope too see you and Ron there.

Love Always

Hermione

PS. Have a splendid birthday.

Harry smiled, as he made plans to meet Hermione on the 11th, and grabbed his present.

It wasn't square, or heavy, which meant Hermione hadn't sent him a book, and he was glad for that.

He tore through the wrapped paper to find a small radio, and a note that said 'Broom radio.....attach it to your broom, and enjoy music while you fly through the country side.'

Harry smiled, he'd have to thank Hermione when he saw her.

Next Harry went to the small owl, that was jumping about.

It was Ron's owl, as he pulled the note out, and read;

Harry,

Hey ya Harry....Happy Birthday. I hope those muggles are treating you okay, but just incase their not dad says we're coming to pick you up on the 2nd of August at 4pm, same way we did fourth year. You might want to warn the muggles about us coming so they won't be surprised. Dad had them connected to the floo network again, so you can spend the rest of your summer here at the burrow. See ya soon. Oh yeah Fred and George say Hi, and they sent you some thing too.

Ron

Harry opened the package to find several pieces of candy, and a book on the best quidditch moves ever invented.

Harry smiled, as he put the presents aside, and moved on to the third owl.

This one was an owl he didn't recognize, but he did recognize the Hogwarts crest on the letter that was attached to its leg.

Harry opened the letter to see his 6th year letter, as well as a letter from Hagrid.


Harry

Hi ya Harry. Happy birthday. I hope those muggles are treating right. Enjoy your present, I'll see ya at school. You better come visit me and fang, the old boy really misses you. Also attached to the owl are you school letter, since Dumbledore figured you'll be visiting the Weasley's soon, he figured he send then now.

Hagrid

Harry pulled the other envelop containing his school letters off the owl, and then proceeded to opened the package attached to the owl to find a bag full of sweets from HoneyDukes.

Harry smiled, as Hedwig flew into her cage, and the other two owls flew out his window.

Harry began to put away his school books, when he heard a popping sound, and turned around.

He knew the sound was familiar, almost as if he'd heard it before, and he tried to place it as he glanced around his dark room.

Suddenly it saw a tall shadow of a man moved closer to him, and Harry turned on his bed side lamp.

As light eliminated the room Harry gasped, and he came face to face with Remus Lupin, an old friend of his parents.

Remus smiled, as he hugged Harry, and said "Hi there Harry."

Harry pulled out of the hug, as he looked at Remus, and said "Remus, are you crazy? What are you doing here? What if the Dursley's catch you? Why are you here?"

Remus laughed, as he sat on Harry's bed, and said "Well it is very nice to see you too Harry."

Harry sighed, as he sat next to Remus, and said "Yes it's nice to see you, I just don't want you end up like Sirius."

Remus nodded, as Harry sighed, and felt his anger rising inside him.

He still wasn't used to the fact that his god father had died, but it was slowly beginning to sink in.

Remus sighed, as hugged Harry again, and said "I'm glad that your worried about me Harry, but I wasn't followed. I apparated here, for a very special reason. And I know you miss him, we all do, but one day we'll all be together again."

Harry looked at Remus, as he watched him pull something out of his pocket, and hand it to him. "Happy 16th birthday Harry."

Harry glanced at the box, then back to Remus, and asked "You couldn't send it by owl?"

Remus shook his head, as he leaned over, and said "Harry this present is special, and as reliable as owls are; I don't trust them with something this important, especially since it could be intercepted."

Harry glanced at the plain brown paper wrapped package, then back to Remus, and asked "What is so special about it?"

"Open it Harry, and you'll see."

Harry nodded, as he peeled off the paper, and found a box.

After he lifted the lid Harry saw a necklace, it was a gold chain; with a gold lion on a scarlet back ground.

Harry glanced at Remus, and asked "It's a necklace, what is so special about it?"

Remus laughed, as he pulled the necklace out of the box, and put it on Harry. "That's exactly what Sirius, and I asked the first time James showed it to us, on his sixteenth birthday."

Harry fingered the necklace, as Remus clasped it, and asked "My dad wore this?"

"Yup, every day of his life once he got it. He told me that it was a family heirloom, been in the Potter family for at least a thousand years. Once the eldest Potter boy turned 16 it was handed down from father to son. He was so excited when you were born. He couldn't wait to give it to you."

Harry thanked Remus, as they hugged, and Harry smiled.

Suddenly there was a cough from Dudley's room, as Harry froze, and then said "It was wonderful to see you, but you better go before one of them wake up."

Remus nodded, as he stood up to leave, and turned back to Harry. "I'll see you again soon, and take care of that necklace."

Harry nodded, as Remus disapparated, and then Harry was alone again.

Harry sighed, as he examined his new necklace, and noticed some strange writing on the back.

After a few minutes of staring at it, Harry took off his glasses, and began to clear his mind.

He'd being practicing his occlumency every night before he went to bed.

He was usually successful at clearing his mind, as he pushed out all the sadness that he was feeling over Sirius, and let his heavy eyelids close, as sleep over came him.