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A/N: Hi everybody, it's Angel, like always. So I LOVE Harry Potter, as some of you may know, BUT I also LOVE The Secret Circle. In, case you don't know, that is a show that was on the CW, but they cancelled it, it pissed me off, but it's also a book series by L.J. Smith, the person who wrote the Vampire Diaries series. The other day, I was on another one of my rants on how much I hate the Harry/Ginny couple. Don't get me wrong, I like her character; I just don't like her character with Harry. So I was trying to think of who Harry would be great with, I like H/Hr, but they still don't go together that well. Then it hit me, HP/DM! No, not Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, sorry slash lovers, Harry Potter/Diana Meade! Diana is from The Secret Circle, obviously, and I for one, think she and Harry would make a perfect couple. Then I thought of Harry Potter with dark powers. THEN, I thought of him as honorary twins with Faye Chamberlain and honorary siblings with the rest of the circle. Because he'd BE a circle member, of course. Then I screamed at the awesomeness of the scene my mind had conjured up. This was bad, 'cuz I was in the middle of AP Math at the time. OPPSIE, so here it is, I will be using characters, as well as aspects from both the books and the show. BUT YOU DON'T NEED TO HAVE READ THE BOOKS OR WATCHED THE SHOW! I'M MAKING IT MY OWN AND ALL WILL BE EXPLAINED! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: After a small incident another story, Adrian, my muse, has stopped letting me do disclaimers, so Harry's gonna do it for me. *Harry is crying, for reasons that will be explained in this chappie.* Oh Harry, quit your crying, your gonna meet Diana soon! *He wipes the tears away, and generously does the disclaimer for me* Angel doesn't own Harry Potter, The Secret Circle, or anything else you recognize. She only owns the plot. *Harry goes back to crying* Thanks H!
Warnings: Mild swearing, dark aspects, Bad Dumbles, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Molly, and Arthur (sort of). Super powerful and totally badass Harry. Mage Luna, and Elemental Neville. And for my story to work New Salem has to be near Britain, instead of in the U.S.
Decided Pairings: Harry/Diana, Neville/Luna, Adam/Laurel at first, then Adam/Cassie, Jake/Faye, Ron/Hermione, Ginny/Draco later, Cedric/Cho (yes, Ced's alive, how will be explained in this chappie, then expanded on later, oh and Harry never had a crush on Cho. Luna met Harry last year, when she told him she believed him about not entering the tournament, and she went to the ball with Nev. Harry asked Ginny, just as friends, and so she could get in, and Ron was forced to go alone, 'cuz I don't like him, after Victor left, he asked Hermione out and she said yes.)
Harry Potter and the Power of Family
Prologue: Welcome To New Salem
Harry's POV
I'm running, my bag clacking behind me, tears streaming down my face, no idea where I'm going. I didn't care either, as long as it was far away from them.
But let me tell you how this started. First of all, I'm Harry Potter, yeah, the Boy-Who-Lived, although lately it's more like the Boy-Who-Lied. It's the summer before my fifth year, less than a week after school let out. I am, well, I was staying at the Dursley's house, like I always do. I hate them though, my relatives. I certainly can't call them family. Though they're not the reason I'm running away and crying, nor are they the them I am referring to. As if I would ever cry over the Dursleys. They mean next to nothing to me. I mean I wouldn't wish anything bad on them, but I wouldn't wish anything good on them either.
It's only been a few weeks since Cedric almost died. It's really weird. One second I'm seeing the killing curse flying at him, and I was thinking about how much I wish I could save him, and the next thing I know, a gold light encases him and he disappears. I found out later that he arrived at Hogwarts, still encased in that strange gold light. No one knows what happened. It's very mysterious. Some people think I did it, but they would be wrong. I couldn't have done that.
But anyway, back to the present. You're probably wondering why I'm running away. Or maybe you don't care. Actually, I don't know who I'm talking to, or thinking to. Can anyone even hear me? I don't know, and at the moment I don't care. Maybe I am crazy, like the Ministry of Magic says. Like I said, I really don't care. I don't have the strength to care right now, I'm running on pure adrenaline as it is, and it seems to be running out fast.
As for why I'm crying, well…
Flashback (Still In Harry's POV)
Thank god the Dursley's have let up on the chores, 'cuz they're so scared of Sirius. It gives me some time to myself. I'm currently walking into the leaky cauldron.
I see Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Molly, Arthur, and surprisingly, Dumbledore sitting at a table.
I walk over to say hi. "Potter is such an idiot." I hear from Ron. What? Why would he say that? I quickly duck into a corner so I could listen to their conversation, hopefully unnoticed. I hope they don't see, please don't let them see me.
"Yeah," Hermione adds. "I can't believe how stupid he is, he actually thinks we like him. Besides, he'd be dead without us anyways." She smirks as she says this, while Ron nods in agreement. "He would have died in first year without us. Although, the world would be better of without him." Ron sneers.
I feel like my heart is breaking in my chest, yet at the same time, an anger like none I've ever felt before is boiling up inside me. No one makes a fool out of a...I mean out of me. What was I about to say? Out of a…. It was on the tip of my tounge, but I couldn't figure out what it was.
Oh who cares, I say going back to feeling like the fires of hell are in my stomach. I glare at the table they're sitting at. I wish some thing would happen to it, something bad. Suddenly, as if the gods had saw fit to grant my wish, the glasses their drinks are in explode, spilling butterbeer everywhere, and the table cracks in half.
They all get up, looking just as confused as I felt. I see Dumbledore looking around for the source of the magic. My breath catches in my through, and my blood turns to crimson ice as he stares straight at me, but to my surprise, he looks away as if he doesn't see me. He attempts to repair the table and glasses, but fails. A wave of satisfaction courses through my veins, where my blood has turned back into its regular warm, thick, scarlet liquid form.
Though, I wonder why Dumbledore acted like he didn't see me. Maybe he's on my side? That hopeful thought is dashed by his words as they sit back down, scooting their chairs slightly away from the messy table.
"So let's go over the plan for this year." He starts. "Ron and Hermione, you will not write to him, thus making him angry, and more susceptible to visions from Voldemort." If it's even possible my anger grows. I respected him and he's in on this!
"Is this the year I get to start feeding him love potions?" Ginny asked. "WHAT?!" I accidentally scream aloud. I cover my mouth in horror, but no one seems to have heard me. What is going on? First Dumbledore looks right at me, yet doesn't see me, and now I scream and no one hears me.
"Yes it is." I am drawn back to reality by Dumbledore's voice. I can't believe they're gonna love potion me, so I fall in love with…Ginny. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's not bad looking. With fiery red hair, pale skin, a few freckles, and a slim figure, she's ok looking. I just would never feel that way about her. She's my best friend's, well former best friend's little sister. I would never want her that way.
"He must fall in love with you, and marry you, so that we can gain the Potter fortune when I kill him." That shocks above all else, he's gonna kill me? "You can't just kill him Dumbledore! Besides there's no need to! We don't need all his money, just some of it so we can support our family better. I'm sure he'll be perfectly willing to give it to us once he marries Ginny!" This comes from Arthur, who seems to be the only one against this plan.
He was right, in fact, before this, I would have been happy to split all of the money in my vault with the Weasleys. They've been like a family to me. Now I wonder if any of that was even real. The twins aren't here though. Maybe they're on my side?
Almost like she knew what I was thinking, Molly Weasley answered that question. "It's too bad we couldn't get Fred and George on board with this plan, and had to obliviate them because they were going to tell Harry." She sighs exasperatedly.
"Yes their abilities could have greatly helped us." Dumbledore agrees with the same level of exasperation. "I also wish we hadn't have had to do the same to Sirius and Remus. Their influence on the boy would have been a tremendous asset to our plans." He finishes with a huff, obviously peeved that they hadn't joined in on this little scheme.
I'm glad Fred and George are on my side, I've always liked them. I hope they're making good use of my triwizard tournament winnings I gave them last year. One thousand galleons to start up their joke shop. I was going to split the money with Cedric, but he told me to keep it. For some reason, he is one of the ones who think it was me who caused that light that took him back to Hogwarts and saved his life. Even though he was there and should know that I didn't. He said I did though, he insists I did actually. He says he saw the magic come out of me and go to him, and that the magic that came out of me created the gold light. He's wrong of course. There is absolutely no way I could have done that.
I'm also happy that Sirius and Profess-Remus are on my side too. I don't think I could take it if my godfather was in on this, he's the closest thing to family that I have. Also, Remus was my favorite Professor, and I really respect him, and like him. I mean, he didn't have to teach me the patronus charm, but he did, and he always seemed to care about me. So I'm glad he's not in on it either.
I mentally make out a list of those on my side, my true friends. Fred, George, Sirus, Remus, and… well there's no one else I can say for sure right now. Wait, Neville and Luna!
I had met Luna just last year when she approached me to tell me that she believed me about not entering the tournament. She's a little out there, but she's a great friend. I hate that she gets picked on so much. I've been trying to put a stop to it.
And Neville I had known since first year, but we grew closer last year when Ron abandoned me, and Hermione seemed to want to hang around him more than me. We had actually found out that his mother, Alice Longbottom, is my godmother. We should have grown up as brothers, and we vowed to be brothers in all but blood from then on, and Luna had become my little sister in all but blood. She had started dating Nev after he asked her to the Yule Ball. I was, and still am so happy for them, they make a wonderful couple.
Ron had gone to the Yule Ball alone, and did not seem to like the fact that Hermione went with Viktor Krum, his idol. Whether this is because he liked Hermione, or was jeleous that she got to meet Viktor and he didn't, I don't know. Although judging by the way they seemed to be glued to each other right now, I'd place my money on the former, not the ladder. I bet they're dating, and Dumbledore told them to keep it from me so it wouldn't alienate me, and make me feel like a third wheel. Because if I felt like that I might stray away from their plans.
I had gone to the Yule Ball with Ginny, just as friends, and so she could get in 'cuz it was fourth years and above and she was a third year. Now that I know she is planning to love potion me I regret that decision, but it's in the past. There's nothing I can do about it now and it won'thappen again.
"Professor, how are you going to kill Harry without suspicion?" Herm-Granger inquires curiously. "Simple. The prophecy says he's the only one with the power to kill Tom. With my guidance, he will do just that. After Tom's out from under my feet, I'll kill Potter. I'll just tell the wizarding world that he was a dark wizard, and only killed Tom so he could take his place as the new dark lord." Dumbledore smirks at this plan.
I'm fuming. How dare he not only plan to kill me, but also plan to lie to the wizarding world about it so I'll be thought about with disgust in death. He doesn't know what he's dealing with….. I mean who he's dealing with. That is the second time that has happened. What am I trying to say? I think about it for a minute but can't figure it out, which frustrates me. And what's this "prophecy" that says only I can defeat Voldemort?
"And then I get some of his money, the prefect and later head boy position, his broomstick, the keeper position on the Gryffindor quidditch team, and my own quidditch team." Weasley Six (Ron) adds.
"And I get some of his money, the prefect and later head girl position, the books from his vault, and access to the Headmaster's study, and free access to the restricted section." Granger gloats.
"And I get some of his money, the Marauders' Map, Harry as my boyfriend and later husband, the prefect and later head girl position, a spot on the Gryffindor quidditch team, and my own quidditch team. Plus, I'll bear Harry's children, so I'll have his heir and the sympathy of the wizarding world when they find out Harry's a dark wizard, and has been using the imperio curse on me to make me love him, and raped me so I'd have his heir. And of course I'll decide to keep the baby, because it's not their fault what their father did, and beg the wizarding world to treat him fairly despite who his father is, gaining me even more sympathy." Weasley Seven (Ginny) boasts.
I am absolutely furious. That's it! That's what they want! For god's sake, other than access to the Headmaster's study and free access to the restricted section, which I couldn't get, and having Ginny as my boyfriend/wife, and letting her…. I shudder. …bear my children. I'd happily give them everything they wanted. Except my firebolt to Ron, since I love it and it was a gift from Sirius, but I'd buy him his own, and I'd have Sirius help me create another Marauders' Map for Ginny, because that is one of the few things I have that was my dad's.
I hear Molly start to speak so I turn my attention back to…what do I call them now? I can't call them my friends, or even acquaintances now. Hmm, what to call them- wait, that's it, I'll just call them them. Not even give them a real name, just them. Actually not just them, but them, so I can show my disgust for them when saying it.
"And I get some of his money, so I can finally buy all the things I've had to live without. I'm a 93rd generation pureblood, it's about time I started living like one." Weasley Mother (Molly) exclaims pridefully. I couldn't believe it. Here I thought the Weasleys didn't buy into that 'pureblood superiority' crap.
"And I'll get some of his money so I can support my family better." Arthur says quietly, still looking like he doesn't really approve of this plan. At least he has a good reason for this. That doesn't make it better, or mean that I condone what he is doing, but at least he's doing it for a better reason than the others. He's doing it for his family.
"And I get the rest of his money, his invisibility cloak, the artifacts in his vault, the loyalty and respect of the wizarding world for destroying 'Dark Lord Potter', and more political clout." Announces Dumbledore greedily.
"Potter will never know what's coming for him." Weasley Six smirks, while everyone else, except Arthur, nodded in agreement also smirking. Arthur was not smirking, in fact, he had a small, troubled frown on his face. However, he did nod in agreement like the others, though his nod was much more reluctant.
I have had enough. I come out of my hiding spot and walk over to their table with a forced smile on my face. It's confrontation time.
"Hi guys." I say in a false cheerful voice. "What's up?" I add. "Not much." Supplies Granger, seeming shocked. They are all obviously surprised to see me. "What are you doing here mate?" Asks Weasley 6, pretending to be curious, but know that I know, I can't understand how I missed the uninterested look before. "Oh you know, the Dursleys didn't want to see me for a while, so they sent me out of the house for a bit." I reply, faking that I don't know what's going on, fairly well, if I might add.
"Well it's good to see you." Granger lies unconvincingly; well it's not convincing now that I know, before I probably would have been convinced. "Yeah." Weasley Six agrees. "Wish I could say it's good to see you too, but I can't." I say, still in my false cheerful voice. Finally, I'm getting to the confrontation.
"What do you mean Harry?" Dumbledore questions. "These are your friends; you should be delighted to see them." He finishes, obviously ignorant to the fact that I just heard the entire conversation they had.
"Well," I say, instantly dropping the false cheerful voice. "Why would I be delighted to see two 'friends' who don't even like me, the girl who wants to love potion me, the woman who wants to steal my money, the man who wants to steal my money, so he can support his family, which is a better reason than the rest of you have, and the man who is planning to kill me, because I'm a 'Dark Wizard'." I reply, proud of the coldness in my voice.
"What are you talking about Harry?" Dumbledore answers in a nervous voice, the I could see hope in his eyes, hope that I didn't hear their plans. He dashed my hope that he was on my side, now I'm going to dash his hope.
"Oh cut the crap Dumbledore, I just heard all of your plans. I heard every bit of your conversation from 'Potter is such an idiot.'," I pause for a second to glare at Weasley Six. "on. So basically all of it." I finish with a withering look at all of them.
"And you know what the worst part is?" I ask, but none of them answer so I continue. "The worst part is that other than the respect, loyalty, and sympathy of the wizarding world, more political clout, and access to the Headmaster's study and free access to the restricted section, which I can't get, and having Ginny as my boyfriend/wife, and letting her…." I repeat my earlier action of shuddering. "…bear my children because I just don't, and won't feel that way about her. I would have happily give you guys everything you wanted." I let that sink in for a second.
"Except my firebolt to you Ron, since I love it and it was a gift from Sirius, but I'd buy you your own, heck I'd even have it engraved with your name if that was what you wanted. And I'd buy you your own invisibility cloak Dumbledore, because that's one of the only thing's I have that's my father's. And I'd have Sirius help me create another Marauders' Map for you Ginny, because again that is one of the few things I have that was my dad's." I add thoughtfully.
"I would have gladly given you all of the money in my vault, bought you your own quidditch teams, I don't care about the prefect and head boy positions, you can have them, and as I already said, I would have given you all the money you needed or wanted, and you know why?" I inquire coldly, but again I receive no answer. "Because I thought of you all, except Dumbledore, as family, and Dumbledore I greatly respected and liked." I informed them.
"But not anymore. You all have shown your true colors, and I will never trust you, with anything, ever again." I hiss. "Not even with a single chocolate frog of yours?" Granger says smugly. I turned my glare onto her, and the smug look was instantly wiped off her face. "Not even with that." I clarify hatefully.
"Well I'm afraid we can't have that my boy." Dumbledore announces while pulling out his wand. I narrow my eyes. "You can't obliviate me in a bar full of people." I say, but even I doubt the truth of the words that just came out of my mouth. "Sure I can my boy," He says, his eyes not just twinkling, but gleaming. "These people all believe your mad, I'll just tell them it was for your own good." He finishes.
"Obliv-" I cut him off by somehow kicking the wand out of his hand and catching it. I don't know how I did that, but I don't have time to ponder it as the rest of them take out their wands, and I somehow do the same to all of them in less than five seconds.
They all look at me shocked, and internally I am shocked as well but I don't show it on the outside. I smirk cruelly at them. "I think I'll just keep these." I say while I put the wands in my pocket. They fit because I got this jacket in Hogsmeade last year, and it is charmed to never rip, to always fit because it grows when you do, and to has pockets with an endless extension charm on them, which was very useful right now.
"I must insist you give us our wands back Harry." Dumbledore says in a stern, disappointed voice, as if I care if he's disappointed in me. "Shut up old man, you have no right to insist that I do anything given the fact that YOU ARE PLANNING TO KILL ME! I say, my voice rising and attracting the attention of most of the people in the bar.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Rita Skeeter, and for once that fact makes me happy. I give her a discreet nod, which she returns.
"You guys may not have liked having me as a friend, but you going to despise having me as an enemy. No one messes with a…" I trail off, that's the third freakingtime that has happened. For god's sake, WHAT THE HELL AM I TRYING TO SAY?! I don't know, which just fuels my temper.
"With a what?" Weasley Seven asks meekly. "With a guy like me." I answer, still not knowing what I was trying to say. "I may seem naïve, sweet, and innocent, but I'm not naïve, or completely innocent, and I may be sweet sometimes, but I can also be deadly, dangerous, and downright terrifying when I want to be." I growl with a voice, and a glare, that left no room for argument. I was telling the truth.
I turn to Weasley Six. "You said, and I quote, 'Potter will never know what's coming for him', I disagree it's you guys who's never gonna know what's coming for you." And with that I turn on my heel and storm away, leaving most of themwith looks of shock and horror. All except Arthur, who looked shocked of course, but had a small smile on his face.
End Flashback
After that, I went to Gringotts, got out some money, and made sure to tell the goblins not to let anyone besides me into my vault. I met with Rita and told her everything I'd overheard, as well as my thoughts and feelings on what was said. And gave her one thousand galleons to print the truth, as in exactly what I said in the Daily Prophet. I also made sure to tell her that if the truth wasn't what was printed, she'd regret it.
I ordered a subscription to the Prophet, and I went to Flourish and Blotts and bought one copy of every book they had, then to Knockturn Alley's bookstores and bought one copy of every book they had. As well as the vanishing cabinet from Borgin and Burkes, the hand of glory, a cursed necklace, and a crystal that just sort of called to me.
Afterwards, I went back to Gringotts to get some more money, making sure to change a good amount of it to pounds. I used Dumbledore's wand to shrink everything, and went 'home' to the Dursley's house. Once there, I packed up all my stuff, said goodbye to my relatives, and left.
And that's how I got to this point. I'm running, my bag clacking behind me, tears streaming down my face, no idea where I'm going. I didn't care either, as long as it was far away from them.
I'm crying because well, even though I acted all calm, and collected during the confrontation with them, only showing my anger, what they had done really hurt me as well, more than anything Voldemort could ever have done. My heart is broken into so many pieces that I don't know if it's even able to be put back together.
I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. It's getting dark out, and I've been running for a long time, and it's been an extremely trying and emotional day, I'm exhausted. I think all of the adrenaline has left me by now, and I'm just plain tired. Emotional, sad, and furious, mind you,
but tired all the same. I see a town up ahead, I'll stay there, it's far enough away from them, and I really am tired.
I run into the town, and it seems like a nice place. There's something about that makes me feel like I've come home. Finally the events of the day hit me and I collapse on a street with sixteen houses, or at least that's what it looks like. I breakdown on the cold, hard ground, and start sobbing, the emotions I had been bottling in finally completely pour out.
Third Person POV
And so the events that would change Harry James Potter's life forever had begun. As he breezed into the town, and broke down on that street with the sobbing, and crying his eyes out, he never noticed the name of the street, Crowhaven Road, nor did he know how it would become his home, and the people in those sixteen houses would become his family. And as he'd breezed into the town, the hot, sticky, salty tears cascading from his eyes had kept him from noticing the extremely powerful magical wards he had passed through as he crossed the town line…..and the large sign that said 'Welcome To New Salem'.
A/N: Alright, so the prologue is finally done! Hope you guys liked it!
I need some insulting names for Ron, Ginny, Dumbledore, Molly, Hermione, and Arthur (don't make Arthur's too insulting though), anf for them as a group. I already know the basic ones like Beaver, Bookworm, and Know-it-all for Hermione. Freckles for Ron. Slut for Ginny, Dumb-old-dork, the Headbastard, and he-who-has too-many-freaking-names for Dumbledore. But I don't have any for Molly or Arthur, of for them as a group, and I want some more for the characters I already have a couple for. Nothing to do with blood, like mudblood, I just can't see Harry going there, because he doesn't buy into that crap.
BTW, I'm American, so if someone could fill me in on the British slang, that would be great! That being said I will be using the American spelling of words, for the sake of my sanity and my American spell check.
Lastly, please leave a review, telling me what you thought. Any advice or suggestions are always welcome. I love constructive criticism. However, flames will only end up fueling Faye's fire obsession and as you'll see next chapter, that is definitely not needed! Also, please inform me of any grammar mistakes I made, I'm very anal about grammar.
Now I know some of you are in a hurry so if you liked the story and want to continue reading it type in either Hiana or Diary which stands for Harry/Diana. If you thought it was okay, but could use some work, and you may or may not continue reading it type in Harmony which stands for Harry/Hermione. If you thought it was terrible and will not continue reading it type in *Angel shudders* Hinny which stands for Harry/Ginny. Keep in mind that no matter what you put, I will still keep writing this story, I just wanna know what you guys thought.
If you have the time though, please review. I won't promise you cookies that you'll never get, but everyone that reviews, no matter what the review says, will get a shout out in the next chapter. I can't give you cookies so that's the best I can do. You don't want my cookies anyway, I suck at baking.
This a/n is getting long, and most of you probably won't read it, so I'm gonna go.
Bye until the next chappie!