DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Harry Potter series. This is a non-profit work, simply meant to help me polish off my literary skills. This story is rated M for many - many - reasons, please read at your own discretion. This Harry has lived an extremely difficult and violent life, as such, there will be a lot of dark topics. This will be the only warning so please read responsibly. Thank you for your time, I hope you enjoy the story.
Harry Potter and the Annoying Books
Harry Potter was not having a good day, in fact his entire school year… no it started before that, his entire summer had been terrible. Actually it started before that too. It was at the end of his forth year, the night when Cedric Diggory, a fellow Hogwarts student and Triwizard Champion, was killed on the orders of the now resurrected dark lord, Voldemort.
Voldemort was an incredibly talented wizard, so talented, that he was a Centurial Wizard. A wizard so powerful and gifted that there are only one or two of them born every century. He, like many Centurials in fact, was a Dark Lord, a wizard who used the dark arts of magic to kill, torture, rape, and pillage. Now he was back and no one believed Harry, who had fought him to a stand still, minutes after the Dark Lords resurrection. The Prophet, Magical Britain's most subscribed to news paper, had been running a smear campaign against Harry to discredit him, which worked, convincing the general population that he was full of it.
Harry was also having girl trouble, something that was relatively new to him, and yes, when compared to Voldemort, problems with the opposite sex didn't really stack up, but it was still something he was greatly invested in solving! Then, there was the Dementors that attacked both he and his cousin, Dudley Dursley. That led to more women trouble and his court hearing, which caused a rift between his mentor, Professor Dumbledore, and him.
There was honestly so much more he could complain about, but that wouldn't solve anything and it really wasn't his style. Besides what was really fouling up his day wasn't any of those things. No, it was the fact that a group of strangers according to the missive the Headmaster had sent him, along with the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and his Undersecretary, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Dolores Umbrige had summoned him first thing in the morning to Headmaster Dumbledore's office. Of course, being that he didn't want to be around his mentor at the moment, and he didn't care for the Minister or his Undersecretary, he decided to first complete his daily workout before going to see what they wanted.
So after a sprinting a few laps around the Black Lake, followed by a repeated set of, push-up, sit-up, pull-up, squats and stationary lunges, he went back to his dorm room for a shower and a change of clothes. With petty satisfaction, at his small power play he finally found himself in Dumbledore's office surrounded by plenty of faces some new others he already knew. Each face, excluding one, had a variation of different emotions on them, ranging from amused, angry, awed, annoyed, happy, exasperated, and even one of disgust. He paused on the face of Fleur Dlacour, another Champion of the Triwizard tournament, both because he was surprised to see she wasn't in France, something he thought she would have mentioned in their correspondence, and because the emotion he saw on her face, could very well be lust if he wasn't imagining things.
"You are definitively not imagining it, I saw it too!" The voice in his head chimed in.
"You called for me?" Harry asked not looking at his Headmaster, instead nodding his head in recognition to those he knew, and giving those he didn't know evaluating looks, completely ignoring Fudge and Umbrige.
"Indeed I did my boy." Dumbledore replied, looking amused at the Potter heirs slight rebelliousness. "Everyone here, and even a few who couldn't wait for your arrival, have received the same letters." He paused to show Harry the letter, "Now I won't bore you with all the details, but the letter stated that we should assemble in my office at this time. Do you have any idea why?"
"No sir." Harry responded, slouching his shoulders in boredom, and stuffing his hands into the pockets of his robes.
Just as the professor was opening his mouth, one of the strangers Harry had noticed, but judging by the surprised looks on everyone's face, barring Dumbledore, they had not, separated themselves from the corner of the room and moved towards the group.
"That, would be my doing." Spoke the stranger, ignoring the fact the many in the room now had their wands in hand, looking nervous. "I apologize for the secrecy, but it needed to be done just as it was. Dark times are coming, these," he looked into Harry's eyes and magically floated up seven blank books above his raised hand, with no wand in sight, "will slow it down, and ultimately, help stop it." He finished skipping introductions and explanations to get to the heart of the matter.
"Who are you?" Questioned a severe looking woman, in a booming voice, with short, graying auburn hair. Harry's Instinct, told him this was the aunt Susan Bones, a beautiful witch in Harry's year that was also involved in his women troubles, would usually gush about.
"I demand to know who you are!" Shouted the Minster, looking frazzled at the ominous words.
"How did you get in?" Remus Lupin, Harry's parents werewolf friend, questioned suspiciously, having miss the man even with his heightened senses.
"Why did you call us here?" That question came from the a Weasley, possibly the oldest, William. The Weasley's were his best mates, Ron Weasley's family, and they had been good to him, so that automatically meant he would be looking out for him throughout this meeting along with everyone else he cared about.
"How could those books possibly help us stop what's coming?" Asked Nymphadora Tonks, a Metamorphmagus and an auror, who had spontaneously kiss Harry a week before he returned to school, and was also part of what caused his recent troubles with the women in his life.
"How can we trust you?" Growled Senior Auror Alastor Moody, ready to start casting at the next suspicious movement the stranger makes.
"Enough." The Headmaster said softly, but as Centurial Wizard himself, he didn't need to shout to get people to comply, he simply spoke and people tended to listen. "I believe, should we let the man speak, we would have most of our questions answered." He finished, steepling his long fingers together and nodding towards the stranger, as if giving him permission to speak, while Harry watched on with annoyance.
"Answer Moody's question first." Harry said, jabbing his thumb in the aurors direction, and getting the final word in.
"Must you always?" The voice questioned sounding exasperated from dealing with Harry.
The stranger complied, "I will swear an Oath, on my magic and my life. I will even submit myself to a single question under the effects of Veritaserum, as long as the one who asks the question makes an Oath to only ask if everything in the books is real. Keep in mind, however, that the future is not set in stone, but the future in these books, would have happened had I not intervened."
Harry looking intrigued, his Instinct having told him the man was telling the truth, jumped in before anyone else could speak. "What can you tell us about the books?"
"They follow your adventures at Hogwarts." The stranger responded with the same stoicism he had since Harry walked in.
"Why mine?" Harry asked rudely, annoyance plain to see on his face.
"Why indeed?" Here the man finally looked away from Harry and looked towards Dumbledore, who's eyes suddenly lost their twinkle.
"Of course." Harry scoffed following the mans gaze, " I already know what happens in the first few, the first four if each book is a year, so we'll just take the last three. After your Oath, of course." He finished, still slouching, but nonetheless prepared for an attack, even if his Instinct suggested he might not be able to win against this man.
The people around the room had the same expressions from earlier as Harry took over the conversation, but Umbriges disgust had morphed into apocalyptic rage, for not letting the Minister handle this as she thought he should.
Harry's last remark finally got an expression from the stoic person, but he didn't really care for amusement glimmering in their eyes. "Headmaster, would you mind binding me to the Oath?"
The powerful wizard rose to his full height with all the grace of a noblemen, belying his hundred fifteen years of age, and spoke. "It would be my pleasure." He drew his wand and extended it towards the stranger for him to grasp it as well.
The man did so, and immediately began the ritual. "I bind myself, Ahem Uhi, to…"
Dumbledore picked up the ritual expertly, "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore…"
A warm glow surrounded both mages as Ahem, and Dumbledore went back and forth, until they completed the Oath ritual, and Ahem proved he spoke the truth and the books would really show the future. Harry also got an answer to what had caused Ahem's amusement when the ritual was done and he turned to Harry, telling him the books could only be read in order and they had to be read in front of the people in the room, the ones who had left while waiting for Harry, and the students of Hogwarts. "If someone decides they do not wish to hear the story, however, you will be able to read it without them, but they have to decide that of their own free will."
Harry scoffed, the only reason he could think of for Ahem making it so the books had to be in order, was to try and shame him and expose all his secrets. Harry knew the bastard was the one who made them too, he sensed his magical power when Ahem and the Professor performed the Oath, and it dwarfed the combined magical powers of Dumbledore, his, and Tom Riddle, which was Voldemort's real name. That in itself was something that unnerved him, but that was just the kind of power that was needed to accurately predict the future, something that was always changing.
"And what's to stop me from preventing those books from being read, Ahem?" Harry asked, straightening up and casually pulling his wand out.
"Ultimately, whether the books are read or not, is up to you, Mr. Potter." He said, looking at Harry with even more amusement.
'That lying boy should not be the one who decides that! I'm the Minister, it should be me who decides. Potter obviously doesn't want those books read so he can't be exposed as a liar!' The Minster thought, but was smart enough not to say that out loud while the unstable boy had his wand in hand.
Most of the other occupants in the room, felt that it should be Harry's choice, as it was his life that would be on display. Others thought it should be read regardless of his feelings considering the information would change the future, but only one person thought to say as much. They were saved from Potter's retaliation when some one beat him to it.
"This involves more than a simple boy. The books will be read, and that's final!" Stated Umbridge, but she was quickly cowed by the look Harry gave her while his wand sparked dangerously.
When he was going to tell her to fuck off, his mentor spoke, "The choice is yours and yours alone Harry, but do keep in mind that this would definitively prove to the world, that Voldemort is back, it would expose all the secrets you know of him, and it'll bring to light certain gross misconduct of justice."
Harry understood the old mans manipulations right away, but that didn't mean he was wrong. The book about his fourth year would prove Voldemort was back, and his third year would clear Sirius' name but perhaps there would be information that could come back to bite him on the ass, or on the ass of someone he cared about. He quickly ran through his memory, thinking back to times he should or could have gotten in trouble, but didn't because he wasn't caught or someone let him slide. "Fine!" He growled, gripping his wand tighter and leaning over Dumbledore's desk to glare into his twinkling blue eyes. "We'll read the damn books, but I want the Minister, the Head of the DMLE, and your word old man, that no one I care about will be punished for past actions. If that can be agreed to, we'll read the bloody books!" Harry shouted, ignoring the shouts of, "Mr. Potter!" and "Harry!" Whether the shouts were because of his language or for calling the Headmaster an old man he didn't know, and he didn't care.
Once the Headmaster gave his word, the woman Harry had correctly guessed was Susan's aunt, Madam Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, gave her word too, but only after both, Dumbledore gave his Oath to Ahem, and asked him the question while Ahem was under Veritaserum, and Harry told her that anyone he cared about could be brought up on charges as long as the crime was severe enough. Fudge and Umbridge, refuse to concede to his demands until they talked amongst themselves and agreed, that this would be the quickest and easiest way to prove that he was lying about the return of the Dark Lord.
Once that was cleared up, Ahem handed the books to Harry who reluctantly accepted them, before quickly handing them off to Remus as if they were poisonous. "Thanks Moony." He quickly said, not giving the kind man a chance to refuse. "Pleasure meeting you, Ahem. I appreciate the heads up in regards to the future and all, but I hope we don't meet again." He said as he turned and started heading for the door. "Hope that isn't too rude for you, but dealing with higher powers makes me uncomfortable." He finished as he kept walking. He had deciphered the name Ahem Uhi by talking it out with the voice in his head, while everything was going on. Harry knew the name was probably Indian in origin, but it didn't really make senses to him. It wasn't until he thought about Riddles name, and remembered the mad twat used an anagram to come up with the name Voldemort. The voice in his head played with the name for a bit and quickly noticed it was "I am Hehu."
"Yes, thank you." Harry replied in his head while thinking, 'Bet the bastard thought it was funny to mimic old Tommy boy. Still, not everyday you have one of the oldest recorded Gods, more importantly the God of eternity, potentially saving your ass from a bad future.' Harry looked back over his shoulder to see, the deity smirking at him. "I'll be down in the great hall so we can get this over with. Gentlemen, ladies" He dismissed himself, throwing a saucy wink, accompanied by a roguish smirk, in the general direction of where both Fleur and Nymphadora were standing together. 'I wonder if receiving these books makes me like the Peverells from the legend?' Harry wondered to himself as he walk out.
"No, it doesn't." the voice mocked him.
Harry sighed, and entered the hall which was just starting to fill up. Taking a seat at the Gryffindor table, he began serving himself a small breakfast. 'Shouldn't be long now before everyone's here and all my secrets are laid bare. Should at least be interesting if noting else.'