A/N: UPDATE! Okay, so I'm moving on the 20th of May, so I'll be unable to update from around 15th...Sorry guys... =(
BUT, Under no circumstances am I abandoning this story. As soon as I am able to, I'll be back!
I'll try to update as much as I can before that, but I don't have much time left before that...
Oh well...I'll be back! Hopefully, by the time May ends, I'll be able to update again! ^_^
James looked at his son, as he prepared to show them the memories of the next few years of his life, and he could see the haunted look in his eyes, a look that Sirius knew from Harry's fifth year, when Harry would wake up from a nightmare, a look that had never faded away...
Lily breathed deeply as Harry gestured for them to get ready, she knew that the years were going to get a lot harder to watch now, a lot more painful...but she had to watch them, she had to know her son's past, that was the only way she could understand him...
And they all dived again into Harry's memories...
"Where are we?" asked James, looking around the surroundings...
"Privet Drive.." Harry replied, nodding to Remus' questioning glance.
Sirius and Tonks gasped in realisation as they saw Harry and a fat boy, whom they deduced to be Dudley, argue.
They saw as Harry paled, and advanced on the sneering boy, drawing out his wand, watched as fear overcame Dudley's face...
"What's happening?" Lily asked fearfully, as she saw the light's darken, and a mist descend into the air..
"Dementors...No..." James breathed as he saw two cloaked figures appear
"No..." Lily whispered, her face white..
"Why are they here?" James asked "I mean, shouldn't they be in Azkaban?"
"They should...but they weren't..." Harry replied, maddeningly vague
James' face softened again at the sight of his animagus form appearing from his son's wand as his patronus, his protector...
"WHAT? YOU WERE EXPELLED? BUT CLAUSE SEVEN OF THE DECREE OF THE REASONABLE RESTRICTION OF UNDERAGE SORCERY CLEARLY STATES THAT ONE CAN USE MAGIC IN CASE OF AN EMERGENCY! HOW COULD THEY OVERLOOK THAT?"Lily exclaimed in outrage.
"Lily, as I've already told you, the Ministry overlooked Voldemort's return, and they weren't fond of Harry this year..."
"So that is a valid reason for expelling him? For overlooking their own laws?"
"Lils, we already know that the Ministry stopped being fair years ago." Sirius said grimly, a sLily sighed.
"Wait. Don't you live in Grimmauld Place, Harry?" James asked, looking at the dark, dreary house.
"Yeah. I inherited it from Sirius" Harry replied, grimacing at the state of the past version of his home.
"I still don't know how you turned this hellhole into something remotely resembling a home..." Tonk's muttered in disgust
"Kreacher helped" Hary told her with a smirk.
"Kreacher?" Sirius exclaimed
"Yeah. He's actually nice once he warms up to you. And he loves the kids" Harry continued, while Sirius stared at him in shock.
"I won't even ask" he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief, while Harry grinned.
"You've got your mother's lungs." James told his son, wincing at the volume of the 15 year old Harry's ranting.
"No, he's even louder. We could hear it at the meeting" Sirius grinned, while Harry blushed.
"That's- That's OUTRAGEOUS! THAT BUMBLING BUFFOON! HOW DARE HE!"
"Wish that moron was here. He would be cowering for forgiveness after one look at your mother." Tonks muttered to Harry.
"What is that Umbridge woman doing there?" Lily asked, her eyes narrowed.
"DADA teacher" Harry grimaced.
"What? Her?"
"Yes. Her" Remus replied, shaking his head angrily.
"The Ministry's interfering at Hogwarts" Lily murmured, her eyes now slits as she assessed Umbridge's speech.
Harry shook his head again, a feeling of déjà-vu washing over him.
"She calls this teaching? What the hell?" James exclaimed.
"These lessons kind of became like History of Magic during this year'' Harry told him.
The fifth year wore on, with exclamations, sometimes happy (Yes! Rebel), and sometimes angry (A BLOODY BLOOD QUILL? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?)
Harry had no idea when he landed into the Departement of Mysteries.
He paled once again as he remembered that day, the day Sirius died...
He gritted his teeth in pain, squeezing his eyes shut, a she saw the duel between the Deatheaters and him and his friends, as the order arrived..
"Thank god..." James breathed in relief as he saw them take the deatheaters down, but Harry, Remus, Tonks and Sirius remained silent, they all knew what came next, Sirius had a tight grip on Harry's shoulder, whose eyes were still closed...
"NO! SIRIUS!"
"Calm down Lils, I'm here!" Sirius soothed her, as a tear slipped through Tonks' eyelashes, and Harry bit his lip.
"So that's how you died..." James whispered..
Sirius only nodded in response, jis expression pained as he watched Harry's greif stricken face, heard his screams...
Tonks blinked "I knew there was a prophecy, but I didn't know that..." she said.
"Not many people did" Remus told her.
"You knew?" she asked him, crossing her arms and pouting.
"James told me" Remus told her, smiling at her.
"Well...that was my fifth year..." Harry muttered
"Not a very good one?" Tonks asked sympathetically
" One of the worst" he said, shaking his head.
"Will the years get better from here?" Lily asked hopefully.
"Next year's not that bad..." Harry replied carefully
"And the next?" James asked
"By far, the worst" Harry grimaced
'So you met Slughorn, huh?" James said "Was totally in love with lily' he muttered.
"He's still there." Harry told him " Which reminds me, McGonagall will be dying to meet you..."
"Oh, How could we forget Minnie!" Sirius cried in mock horror, causing them all to laugh"
And so went the sixth year...
As Harry relived this particular year of his life, he mused that this had been a kind of a turning point in his life...So much had happened this year...he'd fallen in love...he'd learn't the key to defeat Voldemort...and he'd come so, so, close to discovering Snape's true loyalties...
Speaking of Snape, he had to remember to take his mother to talk to him, or rather, his portrait, once this was over...
I know I'm a bad person *ducks curses* and I know I should've updated sooner *puts up a shield charm.
I'm REALLY, REALLY SORRY!
I just couldn't get hold of my laptop!
Oh, and yes, I have to type this...
The Battle if Hogwarts
At this time, while you sleep, hundreds of students, barely older than us, were battling an army twice as powerful as them.
At this time, a man lost his brother, his twin...
At this time, a child was orphaned...
At this time, a man sacrificed his life to keep the son of the woman he loved, and his enemy's son safe...
At this time, good faced evil, innocence faced darkness...
Remember them, always...
Remember what they fought for, what they died for...
Remember to never let anything make you forget about them...
R.I.P
:'(
Also,
This chapter took a very long time for me to wrap my head around because there has always been this odd emotional disconnect in the scene. Hogwarts is under an all out assault by the Death Eaters. This is the final battle. But alongside the scenes above are moments like Hagrid flying through a window to ask Harry how he's doing. Yes, Crabbe kills himself, but only after he, Goyle, and Malfoy spend a few minutes looking vaguely like the Monty Python version of Death Eaters. And then there's The Kiss, when Ron and Hermione's feelings for each other simply can't contain themselves any longer. In the middle of the series' Armageddon, there's this odd sense of fun and joviality to the whole affair, right up to Fred and Percy's bantering back and forth in the middle of a duel. I could never quite reconcile these things in my mind.
But, if any students can attain such heights, Fred and George are certainly among the top scholars of Hogwarts's itself. They may not know its history the way Hermione does, or its magical secrets the same way Dumbledore or Voldemort might have. But, if anyone knows every inch of passageway to and from the castle, it's the Weasley twins. Their identities are as tied to Hogwarts as anyone else. Thus, the frivolity that punctuates certain parts of this chapter are an amazing emotional ploy to build up to Fred's death. It's as if childhood is finally and painfully rendered obsolete in the death of one Hogwarts's brilliant clown princes.
I read this and then bawled :'(
And then I listened to if I die young, in a video tribute to Fred, and I cried again...
R.I.P All of you.
We love you, and we can never forget you!