Harry is seen waking up in pain. Warning that he had a vision of Mr. Weasley being attacked. The scene shows Harry and the other children in St. Mungo's visiting Mr. Weasley bandaged but healing.
"Course he's worried,'' growled Moody. "Obviously, Potter doesn't realize what that means, but if You-Know-Who's possessing him -"
'How're you feeling?' asked Hermione.
Ginny asked. "Are there big blank periods where you don't know what you've been up to?"
"No," he said.
Then You-Know-Who hasn't ever possessed you,' said Ginny simply.
The scene then showed Neville and his grandmother with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny and talking about his parents. Snape, having been asked by Dumbledore to teach Harry Occlumency, the lessons began back at school.
"The curse that failed to kill you seems to have forged some kind of connection between you and the Dark Lord. The evidence suggests that at times, when your mind is most relaxed and vulnerable - when you are asleep, for instance - you are sharing the Dark Lord's thoughts and emotions. The Headmaster thinks it inadvisable for this to continue. He wishes me to teach you how to close your mind to the Dark Lord." Snape said, explaining the purpose of occlumency.
Harry continues to fail to block out Snape and he continues to have the same dream. Only this time recognizing the hallway as leading to the Department of Mysteries. The scene shows the daily prophet saying that there was a breakout in Azkaban, including Bellatrix Lestrange. Then Harry enters the three broomsticks seeing Hermione with Luna Lovegood, and Rita Skeeter of all people.
"So you actually stick to it, do you, that He Who Must Not Be Named is back?" said Rita,
"I wasn't the sole witness," snarled Harry. "There were a dozen-odd Death Eaters there as well. Want their names?"
"I'd love them," breathed Rita, 'But of course,' she said, looking at Hermione, "Little Miss Perfect wouldn't want that story out there, would she?"
"As a matter of fact,' said Hermione sweetly, 'that's exactly what Little Miss Perfect does want."
"The true story. All the facts. Exactly as Harry reports them. He'll give you all the details, he'll tell you the names of the undiscovered Death Eaters he saw there, he'll tell you what Voldemort looks like now," she added contemptuously,
"I'm supposed to do this for free?"
"'Well, yes,' said Hermione calmly, taking a sip of her drink. "Otherwise, as you very well know, I will inform the authorities that you are an unregistered Animagus. Of course, the Prophet might give you rather a lot for an insider's account of life in Azkaban."
"Fire away, then, Rita," said Hermione serenely.
The D.A. works on Patronuses when Umbridge comes after them. Dumbledore takes the blame for Dumbledore's army after they are betrayed by Marietta Edgecombe, whose face says the word sneak. When the Minister attempts to arrest him, Dumbledore disappears. Umbridge replaces Dumbledore as Headmistress and appoints an Inquisitorial Squad of students.
During one of his private lessons with Snape, Harry is left alone and looks into his Pensieve. He sees his father and the marauders tormenting him and humiliating him. Snape calls his mom a Mudblood, when she tries to defend him, then she joins in. When he exits the bowl, Snape refuses to continue with the occlumency lessons.
During an exam, Hagrid is attacked by six people, who then stun Professor McGonagall when she tries to stop it. Harry then proceeds to receive a vision where Sirius is being tortured by Voldermort. Hermione warns Harry that Voldemort may be attempting to lure Harry to the Department of Mysteries, knowing that Harry would do anything to save Sirius. And she is able to convince Harry to use Umbridge's floo to check on him. Kreacher appears and tells Harry that Sirius is at the Department of Mysteries. They are caught by Umbridge who brings Snape in for Veritaserum to interrogate them.
"He's got Padfoot!" Harry shouted. "He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden!"
"What does he mean, Snape?"
"I have no idea,' said Snape coldly.
Umbridge admits she was the one who sent the dementors to Little Whinging last summer. Before she can use the Cruciatus Curse on Harry, Hermione screams and tells Umbridge that Harry was trying to contact Dumbledore to let him know the weapon was ready. Umbridge, believing her, follows her and Harry into the Forbidden Forest. Harry and Hermione lead Umbridge where she is taken by the Centaurs after insulting them. They then meet up with Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna, who head to the ministry on the back of thestrals.
They end up in the hall of prophecies and realize Sirius isn't there but finds an orb with Harry's and the Dark Lord's name on it. When he picks it up they are ambushed by Death Eaters.
"Dumbledore never told you the reason you bear that scar was hidden in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries?" Malfoy sneered. "Haven't you ever wondered why the Dark Lord tried to kill you as a baby?"
A fight breaks out between the children and the Death Eaters. Hermione is stunned by a Death Eater and falls to the ground. Ron falls under a lunacy spell. All the other children are injured in some way. Lestrange begins to torture Neville with the Crucio curse. Suddenly, Sirius, Lupin, Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley appear. And the battle ensures as Neville drops the prophecy.
"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled. "SIRIUS!" While duelling with Bellatrix Lestrange, Sirius falls behind the veil of death as Lupin holds Harry back.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry . . . nothing . . . he's gone."
They watch as Harry is possessed by Voldermort before he is able to push him out. Voldermort is seen by ministry employees including the Minister of Magic. The images swirl into Dumbeldor's office where Harry is smashing everything in a rage.
"There is no shame in what you are feeling, Harry," said Dumbledore's voice. "Suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human - "
"THEN - I - DON'T - WANT - TO - BE - HUMAN!" Harry roared, "I DON'T CARE!, I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE"
"Harry, I owe you an explanation," said Dumbledore. "I guessed, fifteen years ago when I saw the scar on your forehead, what it might mean. I guessed that it might be the sign of a connection forged between you and Voldemort."
"'It is time," he said, "for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago, Harry. Voldemort tried to kill you when you were a child because of a prophecy made shortly before your birth."
Professor Trelawny's voice rang out as she gave a prophecy.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches . . . born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies . . . and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not . . . and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives."
'It meant,' said Dumbledore, 'that the person who has the only chance of conquering Lord Voldemort for good was born at the end of July, nearly sixteen years ago. This boy would be born to parents who had already defied Voldemort three times."
"He heard only the beginning, the part foretelling the birth of a boy in July to parents who had thrice defied Voldemort. So Voldemort never knew that there might be danger in attacking you."
"So does that mean that . . . that one of us has got to kill the other one . . . in the end?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Dumbledore said as the cube dimmed as the images faded away into nothingness.
Remus POV
"I think I would like that drink now," Sirius said as he looked to Severus who in return passed him a bottle of what I presume to be Firewhiskey.
"Sirius," James said with tears running down his face which matched my own. Of course, Sirius wouldn't take his own death seriously. But should have I really expected anything different?
"Ohhh Prongs," He teased.
"Padfoot, come on," I say seriously. It was one thing hearing about your brother die but it was another to watch it. And obviously, my expression showed my despair.
"What do you two want me to do? Freak out? Ya, it's weird watching myself die. Do you want me to be mad? Ya, I'm pissed that my cousin is the one that killed me. I'm mad that Harry had to experience. Do you want me to cry, well too bad? Cause I can't," Sirius said with frustration as he ran a hand through his locks.
"Here you look like you could use this more than me," Severus said as he passed Sirius a cigarette. Which was very generous of him on his part. However, nobody noticed the smirk he had on his face as Sirius took a hit.
"Wait this isn't a Marlboro brand," Sirius said after a couple of inhales.
"Nope, it's a hand-rolled joint," Severus said plainly.
"You gave him drugs," I say and proceed to smack my hand against my forehead. Just great. This is not going to go well.
"He just watched his death, I think he deserves a break."
"Great now he's high," Dorea said with a disapproving voice while Charlus was softly chuckling beside her.
"Not like it's the first time," I say with a groan. "At least it's not like his 17th birthday party," I mutter under my breath. I can't help but remember the nightmare that had been. The morning after was worse. I still don't have all of my memories from that night back.
"I'm sorry Sirius"
"It's not your fault Cissy. I would blame your sister. And before you start making excuses for her. We both know she wouldn't hesitate to take that shot even now." Sirius said calmly. I can't help but remember the nights Sirius talked in his sleep when he has night terrors. How he begged Bellatrix to stop. What I can only presume to be the Crucioutus. He never told us why he left or more precisely the specifics of how he left. But from what James has told me about the night he found Sirius crying in the pouring rain. I can only assume the worst.
"Do you think that any of us actually live through this?" Narcissa asks.
"Well, the only people still alive are Snape, Remus and you. So I'm gonna say no based off of the odds." Sirius said with a distant look. The drugs clearly started to affect him.
"Do you think the prophecy is true?" James asked.
"Does it matter," Regulus said.
"You really gonna leave the fate of the world in the hand of your fifteen-year-old son all because of a crackpot, drunk, fraud of a seer said. I thought you had a shred of intelligence in that head of your's Potter," Severus said and despite how blunt and rude he was I couldn't help but agree with him.
"But Voldemort went after Harry and marked him as his equal. In the end, Harry will have to kill him though." Charlus stated.
"The Dark Lord believed the Prophecy to be so, so he made it so. In the end, it doesn't make a difference who fires the killing shot as long as he ends up dead and not your son. In fact, the only good thing about this is that we now know what his weakness is and what he desires most in the world. Worst comes to worst you could easily lure the Dark Lord in with a trap.
"You want to use my son as bait?" Lily asked with anger creeping into her voice.
"Not your real son. Simply set up a trap with the prophecy real or not and lure him into a room. We could easily gain the upper hand," I say quickly intervening. Lily had an extreme temper and I don't think any of us wanted to experience it. Especially right now. My ears also couldn't handle it when she got into a yelling mode.
"Enough planning and plotting. I just died, can't we celebrate." Sirius said as he was braiding bits of his hair. Merlin, I hope he doesn't end up taking his clothes off and running around naked. It wouldn't be the first time but I am a little tired of making sure he doesn't get arrested for public indecency.
"Good riddance," I say teasingly, trying to help ease the tension and to help with the fun of Sirius' current predicament. "He ate my last Honeydukes chocolate bar," I explained when given strange looks.
"Moony" Sirius complained like a wounded dog.
"He has woken me up every day in our first year by throwing water on me," I continue on as if I never heard him.
"Oh come on, you'll miss me."
"Of course I'll miss you," I say seriously dropping all humour now.
"Moony?"
"The two of you are gone," I explain. I was always prepared to live a solitary life due to my infliction. But to my disbelief, I have friends who care about me despite knowing how dangerous I am. I couldn't picture living a life without them. I didn't want to.
"We promise we will never leave you," James says.
"You can't promise that," I say.
"No, but we will never willingly leave you," Sirius vowed. And considering the circumstances, that is the best any of us could possibly do without giving false hope for anything better.
I was wrong. This is exactly like Sirius'17th Birthday party. During his surprise birthday party that he planned himself, Sirius gave all of those in the Gryffindor common room. At least those in sixth year or above a lot of alcohol. This would be fine since despite how foolish Sirius acts he can hold his liquor pretty well. I do worry that he is on his way to becoming an alcoholic, but luckily wizards metabolism is different then muggles. It's really James who is the lightweight. Somehow, despite planning the entire night, someone made a bunch of brownies laced with pot. None of us had any idea. Pot plus us being drunk meant a complete disaster. One kid ended up naked on the quidditch pitch, someone graffitied McGonnagol's classroom; thank Merlin she never found out who did it. We still don't know who did it to this day. Peter was found curled up in a bathtub covered in glitter. I blacked out, but I remember taking a body shot off of Frank Longbottom before everything became a blur. James somehow actually made it to his bed just fine. Sirius on the other hand snuck out of the castle when no one was looking and went to Hogsmead to get a tattoo. It ended up being some song lyrics from a muggle song written in runes on his ribs. That was the wrong thing to do since now he has become obsessed with them and has gotten two more since then.
Except now instead of Sirius getting his own Tattoo. I was apparently being forced to get one of my own as well. And of course, they had to be matching ones.
With Sirius being high, his mood was all over the place. At first, he almost takes on this wise, mature, knowledgeable professor persona. He ties his hair back and lectures. In fact, he actually says some pretty wise things. That quickly escalates to him being weirder and weirder. He acts like he is a hippy and talks in riddles and metaphors. Then he just ends up turning bat shit crazy which results in him running around downtown London completely naked. We are currently in the third stage.
Instead of wanting to take his clothes off. He had the bright idea for us to get matching tattoos to commemorate our friendship and brotherhood. James is all aboard this idea. But if I had mentioned it to his parents before they decided to sneak out through one of the secret passages, which they proceeded to drag me along with them, then he wouldn't be so excited. I never considered the idea of getting a tattoo, I've already had plenty of permanent scars on my body. Plus more on the way. I also never knew what to get. Sirius never had that issue. He would get whatever he wanted with no care on whether or not he would still like it the next day.
Now here we are in a tattoo parlour, deciding what we are to get. Apparently, I've been taking too long if the impatient look on Sirius' face was any indicator.
"Come on Moony pick something already," Sirius said.
"I don't know what to get," I say, passing over a full moon design.
"I have an idea," James said with his eyes lighting up. A look that if it was on Sirius' face I would be very scared.
"What?"
"Do you trust me?" he asks as he grabs a piece of paper and begins scrawling on it. I am unable to see what he is writing.
"Yes," I say hesitantly.
"Okay take a seat and don't peek until all three of them are done," James says as he finishes whatever he is writing on three separate pieces. He then proceeds to give the tattoo artist the pieces of paper and indicates to each of us in turn.
"Perfect hit me," Sirius says as he rolls up the sleeve of his shirt to show his bicep.
"Okay, I'm starting to trust you less," I say, feely slightly hesitant. I was at least hoping to know what I was getting permanent on my body beforehand but clearly, that wasn't the case. Why should have I expected any differently?
"You can go last then. So that way we already have ours first and won't chicken out on you," James says.
"That's still not that comforting."
"Just shut up and close your eyes," He says at last.
After about 20 minutes all three of us were done. James was apparently very pleased with his discussion. Sirius was excited. I on the other hand was hesitant to see it.
"Okay, every look," James said as we all stood by one another.
I looked at James' first. He had the words 'I solemnly swear' written on his bicep. It was simply written in a small font. I looked to Sirius and found the rest of the words 'I am up to no good.' written on his. I couldn't help but think that it was a great choice. They were so in sync with one another you would think they were twins with the way they connected with one another. I knew they weren't related unless you count a blood relation back in their ancestry since all pureblood families are related somehow. Sometimes I even misinterpret them as real brothers. But I wondered what mine was since there's completed each other.
I looked down at my own arm and smiled.
'Mischief Managed"