Rewritten for punctuation and dialogue rules.

3rd person POV

Harry was in shock...sitting in Dumbledore's office staring at his knees while Fudge, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and other adults argued around him. He caught words and snippets, but nothing caught his attention quite like the words "couldn't have been avoided...such an unfortunate event..." from Fudge.

Harry stood very suddenly all grief all pain momentarily blanketed by the rage swelling inside at those words. He locked eyes with the minister as Dumbledore's silver instruments began to shake ever so slightly. So slightly on the aged headmaster seemed to notice. "Unfortunate?! Couldn't have been avoided?!" Harry's voice was not increasing in volume past a low shout. But the anger in his voice drawing all eyes. "Lord Voldemort murdered Cedric Diggory." His volume decreasing to a normal level but the steel and anger behind them still evident. "I dueled him. I watched as he was reborn. I watched as Peter Pettigrew resurrected him. I watched Peter Pettigrew cast the spell that ended Cedric's life on Voldemort's orders." The instruments starting to shake harder. Waves of magical energy rolling off Harry. Almost imperceptible to most, but several of the teachers and Kingsley began to watch Dumbledore. As though the minister no longer mattered Harry spun on the headmaster. "And you!" Harry's volume rising with each word the waves of energy growing stronger as well. "I DESERVE TO KNOW!" The question was unspoken as several silver instruments shatter. Then suddenly it stopped, and Harry's eyes rolling back, losing consciousness. The adrenaline wearing off and he succumbs to his exhaustion and injury.

The adults all speechless and stock still except Kingsley who stops Harry from falling to the floor. He turns to the others lifting Harry's limp form into his arms. "I will take him to Madam Pomfrey" in his low baritone. "Minerva please come with me. I have a feeling he will need a familiar face. Find the Weasleys and get them to the hospital wing if they aren't already there" the two walking quickly towards the hospital wing carrying Harry.

Harry's POV

His eyes cracked open as he became aware, he was awake, and not alone. He heard voices but they were oddly muted. He felt something move next to him and he flinched slightly. A shriek of surprise. "Harry! You're awake?!" From Ginny, and then the sounds of quick movement. He felt a hand gently placing his glasses in his hand and he gratefully put them on blinking at Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Mr. Weasley, and Mrs. Weasley all looking at him worriedly. He glanced at Ginny, surprised by her presence, and she blushed slightly pink but did not shrink or run away like she used to. He realized Mrs. Weasley was asking him something, and he turned "I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley what was that?" He asked looking at her apologetically.

"Are you alright dear? What happened?"

For a moment Harry was confused then he realized what she meant in Dumbledore's office.

"Oh, I'm not entirely sure. I just remember getting angry at fudge and Dumbledore and feeling like I was going to explode until this feeling like breaking glass or something snapping. I don't remember anything after that."

Mrs. Weasley looked sharply at Mr. Weasley. "Arthur will you please tell Albus that he was right, and we need him to talk to harry soon" Mr. Weasley begins to hurry out of sight until the hospital wing doors close.

"What was he right about Mrs. Weasley?" He asked confused.

Seeing the look on his face Mrs. Weasley responds quickly. "Professor Dumbledore warned us to call him if when you woke you didn't remember the effect you had on his office, now all of you out. Harry needs to be alone for this conversation." She directs this at her children all of whom begin to protest immediately.

"It's fine I'll tell you later." He looks at all of them again surprised at how protective even Fred and George seem. His eyes meet Ginny's, and her expression is questioning and concerned, but he does not see the pity he is so accustomed to seeing. The look he so loathes is absent, and he smiles at her before glancing away quickly feeling suddenly awkward.

Still arguing with their mother as the doors reopen and Dumbledore sweeps into the hospital wing. The Weasleys grow quiet and make their way out as the headmaster sits next to him. The usual energy and life seeming drained from the man sitting before him. Suddenly looking like every bit, the old man, he truly is. "I'm sorry...Harry. You are right. You deserve to know. Everything I can tell you I will. Everything I cannot tell you I will tell you exactly why I cannot tell you. Is that fair Harry?"

His eyes meet the electric blue and some of his anger dulls at the sadness contained in them. "Yes. I think that is fair. I know I am only 14. But I haven't been a child for...a long time."

Dumbledore steepled his fingers and looked out the window for a moment seeming for all the world to be frozen in contemplation. Finally, he leaned forward. "I suppose I should start with the true reason you have been targeted, and the true reason your parents died." The silence following this statement stretched for only a moment longer before Dumbledore continued. "Sybil Trelawney has been at this school since the year before your parents died. I was in a room interviewing her when she suddenly stiffened, and as I am sure you are aware this was to be a true prediction. She began to speak."

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...

the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...

"Unfortunately, there was an eavesdropper who heard only the first part and was caught. He immediately returned to his master to tell him what he had learned. That one who could defeat him would be born to parents who had thrice defied him. At the end of July. He was not warned that he would mark him. And that he would have power the Dark Lord knows not. Think Harry. How many boys were born at the end of July? To parents fighting against the darkness?"

The seemingly innocuous question made him uneasy, and he realized there was one other boy his age that... "Neville? It could be Neville and not me?" He sat bolt upright both terrified for his friend and still confused.

"No Harry it could not. Voldemort marked you as his equal did he not?" The sad eyes flicked to his forehead and he understood.

"So, what is this power the dark lord knows not? What can I do that he can't?" Harry asked slowly everything still unclear to him.

For the first time Dumbledore's eyes began to twinkle again. "Oh, that Harry. Look inside. Think about the times that you have beaten him. By what you would call or not what do they all have in common?"

He began to think. From their conversation in his first year, to Fawkes, to Sirius and his Patronus, to the graveyard only minutes ago it felt, and something clicked. "I was always protecting others. I wanted to stop him from getting the stone to keep him from returning, I was protecting Ginny, I was protecting Sirius..." he trailed off tears filling his eyes.

When he looked up again Dumbledore was smiling. "Yes, Harry. You have an incredible gift that Voldemort cannot understand you love and are loved in return. Many think of love as a weakness but there is no greater power on this earth. Love drives the lowest of us to greater heights and the greatest of us to even greater deeds. Your mother gave her life for you out of love and so protected you. Voldemort cannot comprehend why you fight. He cannot comprehend your drive. You can do more than you imagine harry. Because you can love. It is the greatest gift. You inspire those around you to loyalty and love. Sometimes that can be dangerous for them, but they would rather fall beside you than see you fight alone."

"But sir how can love... How can love be the power that will defeat him?" he trailed off.

"Because Harry you again need to think. All the times you have done the impossible. Or at the very least the improbable. The easiest to see is your Patronus. For a 13-year-old wizard to drive off even a single dementor is a feat by itself. But you drove over a hundred. This was not because you knew you could, but because it was the only way to save those you loved. And your magic responded."

He looked down at his hands thinking. "I broke your instruments. I did not mean to sir. Sometimes I just get so angry."

Dumbledore smiled again. "That too I believe I can explain." Dumbledore waved his hand and a flower floated to his hand. Another wave and it transformed into glass. "I can do some basic magic wandlessly. Only the most powerful of wizards can. To varying degrees. Because magic is not controlled by wand motions or words. It is controlled by your will to reshape the world. The wand and incantations simply make it much easier. Additionally, we all have shall we say aptitude toward kinds of magic. Mine is for transfiguration. Given your life experience, I would say yours will be towards combat magic. I would be unsurprised if you could cast rudimentary shields or even some combat magic wandlessly with enough training. I hope to help you develop this as there is more to it than this. For your whole life, your body has been hosting a parasite of a kind, a piece of Voldemort. Now after taking your blood his fight with, you has returned the greater part of it to him. I think you will find you will be able to push your abilities and limits further than ever before. However, due to the blood protection, you will no longer be able to find a haven with the Dursleys. We will have to arrange a new safe house per..."

"I want to stay with Sirius!" He exclaims interrupting Dumbledore's words. Suddenly feeling as light as air hardy swung his legs out of bed standing up. "I don't have to go back. Really?"

"Again, I must apologize to you, Harry. I see now a great many mistakes I have made over the years with you. The largest being placing you with them. The second being rectified shortly." Dumbledore's smile growing. "As we speak memories are being collected from your friends to be added to your own. Sirius will be getting the trial he deserves. He has consented to the use of verataserum as well. He will be exonerated within hours. Once again, a free man. I took your memories of the graveyard as you slept, Harry. I am sorry. But I wanted to get them whilst you slept so you would not be forced to relive them."

He could not believe his ears he started to pull his clothes back on "I'm going to the trial you can't stop me professor" he exclaimed.

Dumbledore got to his feet as well. "I thought you'd say that. Take your wand and grab a hold of this." Dumbledore offered what was clearly a portkey. "We will be in the ministry as soon as you do. Your friends Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley will already be there."

He gaped at Dumbledore taking his wand and the offered portkey disappearing instantly. He opened his eyes to a large crowd of reporters behind the security gate clamoring to be let in. A strong hand gripped his shoulder as Dumbledore guided him to the lifts. They descended and exited to a hallway that contained many people who Dumbledore guided him past. They opened a door and filed into a courtroom. Joining Ron and Hermione on the witness stand. They both exclaimed. "Harry!" As he sat down Hermione hugging him and Ron clapping him on the back. As Madam Bones called the court to order.

"Where's Fudge?" Harry hissed under his breath at Hermione.

"He's been sacked. Madam bones is minister now." He sat back stunned as Sirius walked into the courtroom head held high flanked by Kingsley and another Auror. Harry remembered he was called Dawlish. Sirius sat in the chair before the court and Harry realized his expression was oddly blank. Harry immediately recognized the symptoms of verataserum.

Minister bones began to speak. "Is your name Sirius Black?" Sirius answered in the affirmative. "Were you the secret keeper for the Potters?" The pause between the question and the answer was nearly nonexistent.

"No. Peter Pettigrew was." There were many gasps throughout the room. Even under the influence of verataserum Sirius' anger showed through the magically induced calm.

"Did you betray Lily and James Potter to He-who-must-not-be-named?" The whole room seemed to be holding its breath at this point. "Did you kill peter Pettigrew and 12 muggles?"

Sirius responded nearly instantly "I'd have died before I betrayed my friends. No, I did not kill them".

3rd person POV

The court was nearly in pandemonium and after many minutes they managed to get underway again calling many witnesses all of whom corroborated the story as they knew it until they eventually called Harry. Although Harry's memory of the graveyard rather than Harry himself. The memory served as final proof of Wormtails betrayal. As the memory began to play above the heads of the court and they watched as Cedric died. They watched as Wormtails face was revealed. As Voldemort was reborn Harry's anger began to swell in his chest. Unlike before it was controlled. It was directed. He finally understood and he was no longer going to sit by and watch as people died. He would do more and be more. A few more long hours later and many pieces of paperwork later Sirius stood in the hallway outside the courtroom where Harry found him. "I can come live with you now. I don't have to live with the Dursleys anymore!" Harry exclaimed.

Sirius grabbed harry and hugged him "You really want to?" he asked echoing himself from almost a year earlier saying the same words. His face transformed by a smile, that would be charming if not for the changes wrought by Azkaban and his extended run from the law. Harry nodded his head. "Let's go home then kid you need it. Dumbledore told me he is giving you a few days to recover before you return to school.

The next week flew by for both as Sirius got settled back into a life that was stolen from him and helped get Harry moved in so he would be ready to live there when summer came.

Harry found himself sitting at the going-away feast for the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. Listening to Dumbledore speak but his focus occasionally drifting as it brought up only week-old emotions and scars. "…now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, and reminds us, that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues our hearts beat as one…"

AN:

I have gone through and rewritten this chapter to try and better break up the long sentences and utilize punctuation properly. I'm still looking into more things I may need to do but I want to get this update out as even I can see the original form was far too rough. My apologies.

Obviously, everything that you recognize belongs to JK Rowling especially the lines of the prophecy which are word for word from the books. And the line from Dumbledore's speech at the end comes from the movie adaptation of the 4th book 'the Goblet of Fire'.

In this story the piece of Voldemort's soul in Harry had been blocking some of his natural magic and abilities. But because of the blood they now share it is no longer inside of him. So yes, Harry is no longer a Horcrux in the same way. The connection still exists but it is weaker and the piece of soul in harry will not need to die it is too small to tether Voldemort to life in my version of the story. Think of it like unclogging a shower drain but you still have the size of the drain. He will not get super powerful overnight he will have to work for it. But it is not being artificially limited anymore. Also, I am a huge fan of physical exercise as both important for physical health but also a great outlet for emotional turmoil and pain. That will play a part going forward.

This is the first story I have written, and I know it is rough. But the way the characters behave is a combination of how I interpret their characters as well as how I think they should be different. Most will be very similar but harry will have the most changed. At least behaviorally. It will still make sense to his core character.