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Chapter 11: The Emerald Eye

"No!" Harry cried again, rushing to Sirius's side.

"Harry?" Sirius gasped, the color leaving his face.

"Sirius! Oh, God . . . oh God, Sirius," Harry fought against the tears that had welled up in his eyes.

"Shh . . .easy, I'll be okay," Sirius put his hand against Harry's cheek, and stroked it, while trying to keep all trances of pain out of his voice. "I'll be okay, buddy."

All Harry could do was nod.

"Harry? Sirius?" Remus, and Isis ran into the rickety old tower.

"Sirius," all the color left Remus' face when he saw a terrible sight, Sirius lying in a pool of crimson blood.

"Oh, God, Harry what happened?" he asked kneeling next to Sirius.

"Wormtail stabbed him," Harry explained, holding Sirius's hand.

Remus turned, slowly, to see the shriveling little coward holding a blood stained silver dagger in his right hand, and hiding behind a dark robed man. "You!" he sneered at Wormtail, his voice dripping with hatred.

"Remus, what are we going to do? He's going to be all right, isn't he?" Harry, suddenly felt very small, and very helpless.

Remus inspected Sirius's injures, and shook his head, sadly, blinking back his own tears. "The dagger had a poisoned tip."

Harry felt a single tear roll down his cheek. He did not realize that the dark robed man was speaking to him, until he heard his name.

"Not all is lost, Harry," a dark robed man hissed. "The Emerald Eye can save him, it's the only way you can save your godfather, now. It's time to ask yourself do you have the courage to face the ultimate test?"

Harry understood, the Emerald Eye could heal any, and all wounds, it was Sirius's only hope. He turned to face the robed man, "What do you mean, why can't you get the Eye yourself, Voldemort?"

"Because there is only one person on Earth that all the pieces of the Eye's core in their possession," Voldemort said, calmly. "And can restore them to the Eye without getting their hand burned off."

Harry, his face set, adrenaline pumping, grabbed his wand, and headed toward the tower stairs. He stopped, turned, and slammed Wormtail against a wall, "If anything happens to Sirius, or Remus, while I'm gone, I will kill you with my bare hands."

Wormtail stuttered for a moment once Harry let him go, and fell to the floor in a heap.

Harry tested the rotting wooden stairs, before ascending them, wand ready.

As Harry climbed the steep, winding staircase he noticed that the green light that filled the tower became lighter the higher he climbed. The giant spider webs that hung from the rafters were neon green.

"Hello, Harry!" a voice next to his ear said.

"Ahh!" Harry jumped, and the step he was standing on gave way. Like an apple ready to fall from its tree, Harry hung from the edge of the stone landing, he slowly pulled himself up back onto solid ground, panting. "Isis! Don't do that again!"

"Sorry, Harry, but I thought you would have been expecting me," the cat said, slyly.

"Well, sort of," Harry got to his feet, grateful that the next flight of stairs was made of stone, not wood.

"Do you know where the three parts of the core are?" Isis walked alongside Harry.

"Three? I only have two," Harry took out the seal from his jeans' pocket, the white wax cat's green eyes were glowing.

"Two?" Isis snapped. "You had all three when you entered the tower."

"I only have the seal, it was the only thing you sent me," Harry batted a cobweb away.

Isis nodded solemnly. "Perhaps, it is for the best, are you ready for the ultimate test?"

"I think so, you couldn't give me any hints, could you?" Harry asked hopefully.

"No, that would be cheating, hurry along now," with that Isis disappeared.

Harry quickened his pace, his heart pounding, he soon came to a heavy wooden door. This had to be the way to the ultimate test. What would the ultimate test be? Would he have to battle a fearsome beast, or would he have to duel with a wizard? What was that sound?

Carefully, wand ready to curse whatever was guarding the Eye, he opened the door, and what he saw made him drop his wand.

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Meanwhile . . .

Remus watched helplessly as Sirius slipped in, and out of consciousness. "Hang on just a little longer, Padfoot."

"Ahh!" a scream came from the stairway. Harry!

Sirius thrashed about as if he knew Harry was in trouble.

"Easy, Sirius, stay still," Remus commanded, holding Sirius down. He felt something brush up against his hand, it was the chain with the golden medal, and little piece of the Eye that Harry had been wearing. For some strange reason Remus pocketed it.

A moment later a plank of wood fell to the ground, narrowly missing Wormtail, and shattering into splinters.

"It couldn't have hit you, could it, rat?" Remus snarled, sounding very wolfish.

"Watch your step, werewolf, I don't like people who insult my servants," Voldemort twirled his wand through his fingers.

Remus glared defiantly, at Lord Voldemort.

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The reason Harry dropped his wand was that inside this room was not a fearsome beast, or an all-powerful wizard waiting to duel, but a cozy family room with a roaring fire crackling merrily.

"Well, well, who do we have here?" said a tall, thin, but handsome man with disheveled black hair, and thick black glasses that covered large midnight blue eyes.

"Dad!" Harry said, astounded.

"And you are?" James said blankly.

"Harry! Your son!" Harry was a little shocked. His father didn't know his own son.

"Oh! You!" James's handsome face contorted into an ugly scowled that sent shivers down Harry's back.

The door slammed shut.

"You have some nerve, boy," James shook his head disdainfully.

"What are you talking about, Dad?" Harry implored, had his father lost his mind?

In one swift, graceful motion James crossed the room to where Harry was standing. That's when Harry saw it, lying on a marble pedestal was red velvet pillow, and on that pillow was the Emerald Eye itself! A diamond, and emerald incrusted orb, about the size of Uncle Vernon's massive fist, glittering in the moonlight. There was a gaping hole where the Eye's pupil was supposed to be.

James got right up in his son's face, and said barely above a whisper. "So you're the boy who killed me."

"What!?" Harry yelled, backing away from his father.

"You know you did, you've known it from the second you learned about your real past, Voldemort was after you, not me," James sneered, sounding incredibly like Uncle Vernon. "Voldemort wanted to kill you, and only you, you were the only one in his way."

"What do you mean, 'I was the only one in his way'?" Harry snapped, but continued backing away, but there was no place to go, his back was against the door.

"You were born exactly at midnight, until you were born Voldemort was the only one who could control the Eye, that's why we were researching it, so he didn't get it, and take over the world. But then you were born, and the whole project shifted gears, and now we had to find the Eye so Voldemort didn't come after you! Do you get me? Or would you like me to explain it again?" James slammed a fist against the wall, denting one of the stones.

Harry nodded, Voldemort was born a minute after midnight, and until he, Harry, had come along Voldemort had been able to control the Eye, and in the event Harry died, Voldemort would be able to control the Eye once again. "Did Voldemort go after the Eye the night I was born?"

"Catch on quick, don't we?" James said sarcastically. "Yes, and got his hand burned off in the process, you served one purpose, you brought the wizarding world fifteen months of time, before Voldemort attacked, again. And, hmm . . . I wonder who he attacked? Any ideas, son?"

"Us," Harry said softly.

"Yes, that's correct, Mr. Potter, and did you ever wonder why you didn't die along with us?" By now James's face was about an inch from Harry's.

Harry nodded.

"Because your pathetic Mudblood of a mother actually cared about you, she found away of protecting you, with help of course, someone sent us that chain your wearing around your neck, with a note that told us to put the chain around your neck from the time we the package reached us to the morning of All Hollow's Eve, and if we did so you'd be protected from Voldemort. I thought it was a joke, but of course your mother knew what it really was, and insisted that we did as the letter said. She met the same sticky end I did, and do you know what?

She was happy about dying, because she died saving you! God, Mudbloods are as stupid as they look!"

"SHUT UP!" Harry shouted, rage boiled up inside of him, his eyes were glowing fiercely.

James jumped, slightly, but regained his composure. "What did you say?" his voice was low, too low.

"I said 'shut up!' I don't like when people insult my parents, especially my mum," Harry said, coldly.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's impolite to raise your voice to your betters? Oh, whoops, I forgot your mother's dead," high-pitched cruel laughter filled the room.

Harry's body was with shaking with fury, his hands were balled into fists, this wasn't his father, his father would never say anything like that. "Who are you?"

"I'm your father, Harry, and as your father it's my responsibility to tell you the truth about yourself, and the truth is . . .you are a murderer."

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Sirius thrashed, violently, as Remus tried to hold him down.

"That's not him, that's not him! Don't listen to him!" Sirius mumble.

Listen to who, Remus wondered, as he held Sirius down.

Sirius relaxed, but kept mumbling the same words under his breath

"Harry . . . don't listen . . .not James . . .don't listen . . ."

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"Harry . . .don't listen . . .not James . . .don't listen . . .," said a voice inside Harry's head.

Sirius, Harry thought, what would Sirius do if he was pinned against a wall? Curse the guy, or punch his lights out, of course.

"Don't think about cursing me, Harry, it wouldn't be a wise decision," James warned.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"For one thing it wouldn't work, and you don't even have your wand, for another," James pointed at the wand laying on the floor. James held his hand out, and the wand zoomed into it. "And for a third reason, I now have your wand." He flicked the wand, and strong ropes appeared from thin air, and bound Harry's hands, and legs together. Harry fell to the ground.

CRACK!

Harry's jaw cracked on the stone, but he could still move it without experiencing to much pain. "Why are you doing this? I don't want to do anything bad with the Eye, I just want to save my godfather's life."

"Sirius is here?" James demanded.

"Yes!" Harry said, struggling furiously with the ropes. "Please, let me go. I don't want to lose Sirius, too. PLEASE!"

James snapped his fingers, and he saw Sirius lying in a pool of blood, and shuddered. He clapped his hands, and the image of Sirius, and the ropes that bound Harry disappeared, and the door opened. "You've proven yourself, son." He handed Harry his wand back.

"Excuse me?" Harry asked, rubbing his wrists.

"You've proven that you would only use the Eye for good, Harry. Go on, take it!" James smiled before stepping aside.

Harry ran to the pedestal, and pulled the seal out of his pocket, and placed it inside the Eye.

A green light shot out from the hole, that made Harry's scar burn. The Eye floated in mid-air, revolving on the spot. Faster, and faster. A blinding white, and green light filled the room, and a raw kind of power surged from the Eye, knocking both Harry, and James off their feet, pinning them to the ground.

A minute later it all ended, the room looked as if it had been hit by a mini hurricane. Harry scrambled to his feet, and hurried over to the Eye.

The velvet pillow was covered in white wax, and the Eye was giving off a soft green light. Where there once was a gaping hole, the two small green diamonds had expanded, and joined together to form one smooth green diamond.

Harry peered into the diamond, and saw it was like a three dimensional pie graph that had been cut into thirds, one third of it was missing.

"The third that is missing is used for raising the Army of the Dead, and killing one's worst enemy," James explained.

"So it's a good thing that I don't have it?" Harry picked up the Eye, it was surprising light.

"Yes, and no, because you can't destroy the Eye without the third piece, do you know where you threw the chain?"

"It skidded somewhere," Harry sighed.

"It will be glowing once the Eye is near it, just make sure you get it before Voldemort does, now hurry! Go to Sirius! Now!"

"Wait! How do I get the Eye to work?"

"Just tell it what you want it to do."

"Thank you!"

"GO!"

Harry nodded to James, grabbed the Eye and dashed out of the room.

He sprinted down the stairs, and into the entrance. "Remus!"

"Harry?" Remus jumped to his feet when he saw Harry running toward him, the Emerald Eye clinched in his left hand. "You got it?"

"Yes! Is Sirius . . ."

"Yes, but you must hurry," Remus gasped torn between happiness that Harry was still alive, and anxiety that the Eye would not work.

Harry flipped Sirius on his side, and held the Eye about an inch away from the wound, and said, "Heal this wound!"

Remus raised his eyebrows at this, but quickly went slack-jawed when he saw a green light come from the Eye's pupil. A moment later the wound was gone, it looked as if it hadn't been there at all. The shirt Sirius was wearing even sewed itself back up.

Harry, gently, laid Sirius back down.

"Ohhhh," Sirius moaned, blinking. "Harry, you're all right."

"Yep," Harry grinned from pure relief. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sirius ruffled Harry's hair.

"As touching as this all is, Potter give me that Eye!" Voldemort demanded.

"Sure, catch," Harry said, tossing Voldemort the Eye.

"Harry!" Sirius, and Remus yelped.

"Why did you do that?" Sirius demanded.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Voldemort screeched as his abnormally white hand was covered in black, scorching hot wax.

The Eye rolled back over to Harry.

"Because I knew that would happen," Harry said as he searched for the chain, his eyes landed on Remus' jeans pocket, there was something glowing inside it. "Hey, Remus, have you seen that chain I was wearing before?"

"Oh, yes, it's right here," Remus dug the chain out, and handed it to Harry.

"Thanks," he placed the medal against the green diamond.

The diamond inside the emerald expanded and the emerald melted into the diamond, which in turn melted in the Emerald Eye completing the pupil.

Voldemort, who was busy holding his wax-covered hand, didn't notice this.

"Destroy yourself," Harry whispered.

The Eye didn't move.

"What's wrong?" Remus asked.

A booming voice came that seemed to come from the Eye itself.

"Do you promise to protect this child, in body, and spirit, flesh, and blood, heart, and soul?"

Sirius had heard this before, he knew he had, suddenly he knew what to do. "I do!" Then in a low voice, added, "Harry, put your hand against mine, and keep your eyes on me."

Harry placed his right hand against Sirius's, still holding the Eye in his left.

Sirius placed his left hand against the Eye, amazingly nothing happened to him.

"Now repeat after me, 'I, Sirius Orion Black, will guard , and honor this child's soul."

"I, Sirius Orion Black, will guard , and honor this child's soul," Sirius repeated.

"Our souls are joined at this moment, and will remain this way until the end of time."

"Our souls are joined at this moment, and will remain this way until the end of time," Sirius said, firmly.

A jet pure white light shot out from their finger tips, Harry's went to the left, and Sirius's to the right.

"NOOOOOOO!" Voldemort screamed, and the two separate streams of light joined as one.

Like water from a shooting from a fountain the light shot the Emerald Eye into the air,

and it hung there for a full minute.

Harry felt a jerk behind his navel, and just before he was whisked away, he saw the

Emerald Eye shattered into a thousand, shimmering shards.