Chapter Seven

As Harry sat up he decided that falling asleep on the floor wasn't one of his better judgements of the day. Though he had previously slept on the cold stone floor in the cell, his body could no longer withstand the discomfort. He stood and rubbed the back of his neck, his timing was perfect because as he was standing foot steps were heard nearing his door. It opened without a knock and Snape stood menacing in Harrys doorway.

"Your presence is required for a meeting Potter."

Harry scoffed and rubbed his eyes, "so they sent you to 'oh so sweetly' retrieve me?"

"Actually Potter" Snape stepped closer and an evil smirk crossed his face. "As you seem to have acquired your own bedroom, once again spoiled, it has left our numbers one short and the room next to yours was the only vacant option. I thought it only prudent to 'retrieve you' while I was here." Snape looked around with a shrewd eye. "Obviously the house elves have not been here yet."

Snape turned on his heel before Harry could retort and left the room. Undoubtedly Harry was supposed to follow him, but it didn't seem right. They wanted Harry for a meeting, they didn't want him to sit in the Order meeting, did they? Had they finally decided that keeping himself informed would be better than letting him go blindly? Maybe they had finally realized that this would work out much better. With slightly raised spirits Harry quickly caught up with Professor Snape.

Snape didn't acknowledge Harry and, didn't shorten his strides, they soon entered the withered main building and went into the meeting room. From the outside the room didn't look like its proportions could be a very big room, but much like the rest of the house, inside the room was very large indeed. There was a large rectangle table going through the middle of the room with chairs surrounding it. The walls were bare and leaving no indication that there had ever been anything on them. The Order members surrounding the table Harry quickly noticed was not in fact the entire group and there fore he had not been invited to one of their meetings.

Dumbledore motioned for Harry to take a seat across from him, which happened to be at the head of the table. On either side of him there was a few empty seats before anyone sat down. This time however instead of looking at harry everyone seemed to be avoiding his gaze. Except for Snape and Dumbledore, whom no doubt were trying to read his mind. Being alone at his end of the table gave him deserted feeling, yet he knew that this was what was supposed to happen distance himself from them.

A sort of short bitter laugh escaped harrys lips. "This picture is vaguely familiar," he paused, "though there seems o be more people on the other side of the questioning table this time."

"We just want to discuss a few things harry. This isn't' an interrogation." Dumbledore said calmly folding his hand in front of him.

Harry copied his motions and stared back at the headmaster. His blue eyes were serene but held no sparkle, the lines in his face were deep and despite all fo this age he kept his voice calm and gentle.

"These visions you've been having lately–"

"They aren't true, I thought we realized that." harry cut in with a sharp voice.

"In recent discussion we have reason to believe that maybe they are not false. However due to the fact that Professor snape is still with us, we must assume that they are futuristic."

Harrys mind pictured voldemort leaning close to snape and then viciously sapping his neck. Silently harry shivered, and swallowed the lump in his throat. "They are not real. Voldemort is sending them to me."

"Unconsciously maybe he is, but due to the detail of these visions it is highly unlikely."

Harry eyed his Headmaster, then the rest of the group. "What do you mean detail, I haven't told you much about them. Does that spell you put on me allow you to hear all my thoughts too!?"

"No Harry–" Dumbledore began gently but had a confused look in his eyes.

"Mr. Potter." Harry corrected him just as he had to fudge.

"In your last vision–" dumbledore went on. "Didn't' you know that you were not alone?"

Harrys face quickly changed from peeved to alarm. "What do you mean? Did that spell really allow you to see that?"

"No Potter," Snape cut in, "Because we were touching I was also drawn into your 'vision'." His voice was cool and emotionless.

Harry, however, felt his stomach drop to the bottom of his toes. Snape saw his own death plus the others! Imaged of Kenji and the unknown man rose to his mind, and bile stung his throat. "You saw all fo that?"

Snape didn't move and Dumbledore continued, "we've already discussed it throughly so you wont have to, but we want to go over our options."

"They weren't all as bad as that." Looking briefly to Snape then the table, " Before they were just a swift killing curse and over. This time it was more violent, and – at the end– someone shot a curse at Voldemort." harrys voice was soft and distant, but he realized he was rambling and looked back at the headmaster.

He tapped his chin thoughtfully, "Maybe as things progress it changed how Voldemort will be when the time comes. We'll have to look further into that. Now Harry, Occulamency might help so you'll be resuming lessons tomorrow with Professor Snape."

"Didn't you say that it would have been better for you to teach me, so why is snape doing it again?"

"Professor Snape, harry,–"

"Mr. Potter, Headmaster."

Dumbledore looked sadly at harry then continued, "because now that we have been found out I will not be here as much as would be needed."

"That doesn't make sense." Harry replied bluntly, "shouldn't you be here more?"

"Our dealing will need to be sped upmost of the members of the Order wont be here much either."

Harry only nodded, though the reasoning still Didn't make sense. "Fine, professor Snape and I will do the lessons, is there anything else that I'm needed for here?"

Dumbledore inclined his head, "just a few more things we need to discuss. Some issues with godricks hollow, the protections surrounding these homes is not enough o keep us permanently safe. While you were in your room we strengthened the wards but to make this place unplotable were going to have to use the filidus charm."

Harry scoffed, "that Didn't' seem to work to well the last two times I know of."

Dumbledore nodded his head again, "yes both were unfortunate mistakes that can't be taken back, but this time, to ensure your own safety and at the same time be sure to know that we wont be found out, we want you to be the secret keeper.

"You would be in charge of all our safety, but you would know that you couldn't be touched." dumbledore paused, "of course when we perform the charm everyone would be here and if a new arrival cam you would have to give them your permission."

"I–I" harry was stunned this wasn't a good idea, he would be in charge of their safety now, even more so than before. Yet, he would be able to keep them safe and still be alone. "I'll do it."

Dumbledore smiled weakly at him, "thank you Harry. The spell will be performed tomorrow morning very early so everyone will be safe.' harry nodded, "the next think we want to discuss is the property itself. I know its hard for you to be here, but Godricks Hollow is one of the original potters houses, thus the magic is old and much like HOgwarts. What you must understand is that this house will especially adapt to you because of your blood. A Potter, and as the last heir, this old magic searches you out and will adhere to you. These houses along with the other Potter estates all belong to you when you come of age, but now while you are young will have time to intertwine your magic with its , and become more stable."

Harry nodded his head, yet he didn't really understand what dumbledore was saying. Bloody hell things just get more and more complicated.

"I'm glad you understand why this was the only place we could go and benefit you." dumbledore looked into Harrys eyes, but Harry quickly looked away before he read his mind.

"Sure," harry said plainly, "its not a big deal." Even though the more he thought about Godricks Hollow, the bigger it actually got, they didn't need to know that. The room was silent for a couple moments before harry spoke again. "I have a couple question of my own."

Dumbledore inclined his had signaling for him to go on.

"Why Didn't' fudge know about the Order?" the question seemed logical to Harry, the order had fought before and most of its members worked at the ministry. It Didn't' really seem all that secret to Harry.

"The Order of the Phoenix is a secret organization Harry."

"I know that, but you've fought before and the Minister is dense but–" harry trailed off.

"Yes, we've been to battle before, but still we do not openly fight as one unit, the Minister, Unless asked to join, would not know anything about us. As should anyone else who isn't in the Order. How he even heard about us is still a question we are discussing."

"Then how did he get into the Grimmuald place? Last year they told me you were the secret keeper. They got in through Tonks."

Tonks looked away from the group and Dumbledore sighed, "That– is quite complicated Harry, something that would better be discusses another time."

Harry clenched his fists, "Another time?" Harry repeated, "Maybe you'll tell me once another person dies!" Harrys voice raised a bit louder, " how many people are going to be sacrificed before you start telling me everything so I don't have to rush in by myself!?" harry stood up from his chair, "Who is ti gonna be this time headmaster, Remus? Tonks? McGonagall Maybe?!"

"You will hold your tongue Potter!" Snap lashed out.

"It might be you Professor Snape!" Harry returned, "You do seem to be the most popular person right now, are you willing to give up your life because he–" Harry pointed at he Headmaster, "And the rest of you wont tell me anything!'

"We're all willing to give our lives!" Snape sneered, "If we weren't then we wouldn't be here."

"It doesn't have to be that way." Harry said lowering his voice, "This is my battle, no one else needs to die..."

"This isn't just your battle Potter, we've been fighting in it long before you were born!"

'Buts its up to me to end it, isn't it Professor, or don't you know the prophecy. It seems that everyone else knew about it before I did."

"Harry you're not alone," Remus started, "We know this had been emotional for you and you're probably feeling scared, but if you let us help you—"

Harry cut him off with a short laugh, "this has been EMOTIONAL for me? I'm SCARED? This is just another NORMAL day in my bloody life! What I need from you is answers not help!"

"There isn't an answer for everything harry." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Then I need information, I need to know what you know! How else do you expect me to do this? Go in there blindly and hope I get lucky?!" Harry moved away from the table, "oh wait, that what I've done all along, maybe that what you do expect." Harry turned his back to them and headed to the door. Fiercely harry reached to the door knob intent of slamming it against the wall to vent his anger, however he was disappointed to find the door wouldn't budge.

"Let us help Harry. Why are you acting this way?" Remus asked

"Because you're just going to get hurt."

"Or maybe its because these little tempertantrums are getting Potter all the attention he wants." snape drawled from his corner.

"Oh my God Snape," Harry said turning around, "you are so right, I just want all of you to fawn over me and be in the palm of my hand."

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you Potter." Snape said sharply.

"Stop!" Dumbledore said raising his voice, "if you want answers Harry, ask the right questions. However if you push us away then you'll only be hurting yourself."

'Or saving you.' harry thought mentally.

"Harry, whether you think it or not, you're going through tough times and the minister did awful things to you. We can't take it back, just like we can't take back what happened last year."

"Don't" harry said flatly.

"This might be what you need Harry, to get out your feelings." Remus came forward, "Sirius–"

"DON'T!"

"You need to talk about it sometime. He was a great person Harry, I know that as much as you do, and—"

"Don't force me to talk about HIM!" Harry shouted. His emotions were running high and Harrys head started to tingle. He shook his head once, "leave me alone."

"You're being ridiculous Potter!" Snape growled.

"Stop it!" Harrys scar started to ache making Harry scrunch his face and clutch his head. He didn't want to see any other visions.

"What's wrong Harry?" Remus asked, "let your feelings out, cry if you want to Harry, Sirius would–"

"SHUT UP!" Harry slammed his back against the door, and his vision started to blur, "YOU'RE MAKING MY SCAR HURT!" harry tried to take deep breaths, but he wasn't getting enough air. Quickly sucking in air Harry started hyperventilating and snake to the floor. His scar was burning and any moment he would be sucked into Voldemort head and forced to watch the murders.

A scream was forming in his air deprived body and forcing its way to his mouth. Someone shoved something over his mouth and slowly his breathing became normal, but his scar raged and threatened to take over. No time before had it taken this long to be forced into the vision, but this scar burned just below boiling point.

Hands were touching his face, but Harry couldn't open his eyes the pain was too much for his body to take it any longer, and harry screamed, It was worse than any other tie before and much harder to bear. The hands were roughly pulled away from his face only to be replaced with another set. But before the second set acme harry had already been dragged into the vision.

Voldemort sat on his thrown like chair and was tapping his fingers against the arm rest. Harry felt the impatience and anticipation going through Voldemorts body as they sat there. The room was empty. A latch was heard turning and Voldemort suddenly rose from his chair and turned towards the noise. His wand arm was raised and pointed directly at the door. Yet surprisingly it didn't open. Voldemort stepped forward, wand still trained wont the door, feelings of paranoia swept through is body and a strange feeling went through his stomach. The handle of the door slowly turned, but it still didn't open. Harry and Voldemort gripped his wand tighter and moved stealthily towards the door. Harry new there was a reason that he wasn't blasting through th door, abut he couldn't remember what it was. Apprehension rippled through his body as the door slowly opened. A tall form swept into he room quickly followed by the others. Voldemort reacted quickly reacted and blast the first form making him slam hard into someone behind him. The others attacked at the same time and Voldemort fell to his knees. Shock went through Harrys body as he was forced against the wall. A hand was wrapped around his throat and his own wand was kicked away from him.

Voldemort gripped the mans arm that was attacking him. Harry, in a moment of clarity, noticed that the hands wrapping around the mans arm were not grey and frail like the Voldemort of present, but they were young and healthy, even slightly tanned. Harry was pulled back into the mind of this young Voldemort and felt his leg kick out at the attacker hitting him square in the delicate parts. He ducked a curse and swung out at the closest person to him.

A warped voice close to him said something loudly, and Voldemort stopped and looked over to the voice. A clocked figure with a hood that covered his face was holding onto a woman. The woman had her head down and her hands were tied behind her back. Voldemort took a step forward then stopped and drew back. He asked something, but harry couldn't hear what it was. Though, he felt the apprehension go through his body.

The man pushed the woman forward and she fell to her knees, he gestured to the girl then back at Voldemort. Harry felt himself shaking his head then thinking very hard on his wand. So suddenly did it appear in his head that the attackers didn't have a chance. Voldemort had blown away the three men by himself and was pointing the wand directly at the person in front oh him. But the Man had his wand pointed at the girl. They spoke again and anger grew inside of voldemort as he lowered his wand. The other man put a curse on the woman and in a flash Voldemort attacked and killed the man. Voldemort approached the woman and knelt down beside her. The girl however scooted away from him and spat at his feet.

Voldemort swiftly stood and sharply turned around, but before he ended turning Harry was forced out of his mind.

Harry was running, he was running as fast as he could but his vision was blurred with tears. Branches whipped his face and he continued running away. Behind him bushed were being smashed and a howl ripped through the silent night. Harry tripped on something and let out a scream. Quickly he scrambled to get up, but his foot was caught on something. Tugging as hard as he could as his leg the thing chasing him approached quickly.

Finally he saw it through the moonlight on the trees, a giant werewolf growled as him as froth dripped out of his mouth. The wolf quickly saw him and in one leap bounded onto him. His jaws sank into the side of his body, pain. Pain was all Harry felt as he screamed, even when someone blasted the wolf off of him he continued to feel pain and screamed until he blacked out.

Harry was now on his knees clutching a child in his arms. He was looking up at the end of a wand point. Tears streamed down his face and he looked from the wand to its owner. A much younger Albus Dumbledore stared at him with unfeeling eyes and a blank expression. People were laughing all around him as he held the child of about four years closer to his chest. Someone from the left of him came and ripped the child of his grip, he screamed for him but was unable to move because Albus had stepped closer and was pointing the tip of his wand into his forehead. A feeling of desperate love and sorrow covered his body. The tears fell harder as he reached up and grabbed Albus's hand. A shiver went around Harry surroundings, he could still see all the laughed people around him and Albus was still in front of him, but there were people behind the others. Almost as if they were ghosts, but Harry didn't pay attention to them.

A sob escaped his throat, "Albus don't do this?" Harry said, and heard these words clearly. He reached up and put his other hand onto Albus, "Don't do this. Fight it Albus! You know you don't want to do this! Its me Albus." Dumbledore looked down at him with the same expression but behind that person he though he saw another dumbledore with a clearly confused expression on his face. "Try and remember who I am, Albus I love you! That's our son, you love him! Don't do this, remember who you are! You are stronger than this Albus, don't do this." The words were drowned out with tears. And a slight tingle went though his forehead before he fell limp to the floor.

Someone was pulling him away from something, when harry opened his eyes he looked up to see Molly Weasley was pulling him into her arms. He felt content finally to be with Mrs. Weasley, she always gave him that motherly feeling that he'd never had.

"What..." Harry asked softly. When harry looked up into her eyes he felt himself being pulled away from the room and was sitting across from Molly. Again it was like he could still see room and the people were ghosts, just beyond reach. He took a deep breath, and laid his hand upon Molly's, "It will be okay honey, there will always be others. This was the right decision. We're so young, not even married yet."

Molly looked at him with tears in her eyes as she nodded.

"Don't worry. Everything will be alright." Harry looked from Molly to someone sitting behind a desk. "We're ready now."

Harry was pushed roughly away, he caught himself with his hands on the floor, but it jarred his wrists and in his weak state let the rest of his body fall to the floor. His body was shaking as he realized what just happened. He just saw the most terrible moment of each persons life. Though, Voldemorts puzzled him, his wasn't as bad as the rest of them. Keeping his eyes closed he inched closer to the wall until he was sideways pressed against it. His scar still ached and the memories kept going through his mind. Dumbledores face as he killed his wife, and the werewolf leaping towards him. Harry raised a trembling hand to the side of his face and felt his skin, just to make sure that this was the real thing, not another vision.

Taking deep breathes he peeked his eye open and looked at the group. His eye caught those of Remus Lupin and a sharp pain went through the side of his body. Harry jerked and clutched his side, letting out a low moan. As soon as his eyes left Lupin the pain went away. All rational thought was gone from harrys head. "Make this stop." Harry said weakly.

Harry heard the Headmaster make everyone leave the room except for Snape, and he called for someone to get Poppy. A rustle of fabric close to harry let him know that Dumbledore was close. "Does your head still hurt harry?" His voice was gentle.

"Yes."

"Drink this Potter." Snape said, also very close to Harry.

Harry felt something being pressed against his lips and he opened his eyes to see what it was, but Dumbledores hand quickly shot out to cover his eyes. "You must keep your eyes closed for now, until the pain stops." He didn't question, just drank whatever was offered to him and they waited in silence. After a while the pain in his scar eased away and Dumbledore removed his hand from harrys face.

"Its gone." Harry said still weak.

Dumbledore placed both of his hands on the side of harrys face and spoke softly to him, "on the count of three I want you to open your eyes and look at me. Don't close your eyes."

Harry vaguely thought this was weird, but wasn't quite up to speed with coherent thought and did what he was told. "One, two, three..." Harry opened his eyes and looked into the clear blue of Dumbledores. A groggy sensation came over him, and Harry had to fight to keep his eyes open. His head was too heavy for his neck and his limbs went limp.

After what seemed like a year Dumbledore removed his hands and retrieved something from Snape. He poured a couple drops of liquid into harrys mouth, and the heavy feeling was removed.

"Severus, please carry harry to the sitting room. Don't levitate him, his body can't handle spells right now."

Dumbledore rose and Harry felt Snape pick him up, with one arm around his back and the other under his knees. He was put back down onto a soft make shift bed, in an odd gesture Snape removed his glasses and pulled a blanket up around his chest. Dumbledore was talking softly with Poppy and soon she came over and instructed harry to take a dose of potions. His vision started to narrow and the last thing he saw was Dumbledore sitting down next to him and look down at his with a sheen of tears in his eyes.