[A/N]: thanks to the reviewers…second chapter here!!! YAY!
DISCLAIMER: Once again…Harry Potter and his world belong to the goddess J.K Rowling and every one else that owns a piece of the yummy chocolate cream pie that is Harry. ;)
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CHAPTER 2: REMEMBERANCE DAY
And he remembered everything. Just as his spirit remembered, he did. He understood his duty to the Balance, saw images of the other's with the Warrior's Spirit, those who were brave, those who needed to protect the Balance and the Knights of the Round Table. King Arthur's life flashed before his eyes; as did Godric Gryffindor's (apparently Salazar Slytherin wasn't such an evil bastard, merely misunderstood). Their lives, memories, magic and deaths came and went. What he needed to do come the end came clear.
Harry finally became conscious enough to find himself flat on his back, sweating and breathing hard. The voice was right, it did hurt. It hurt a lot. It was then he became aware of Aunt Petunia's screeching for her "precious Diddy-Dumpkin's" breakfast to be made. Harry sighed heavily. His letter to Dumbledore would have to wait. Harry changed out of his sweaty clothes and grabbed some fresh ones. Tossing the jeans and T-shirt in the laundry hamper on his way out the door, he walked downstairs.
"About time boy!" Petunia snapped as soon as she heard him enter the kitchen, as she was cutting up the grapefruit on the counter facing away from the door. If she had been looking, she would have seen the shocked look on her son's face. In fact, Petunia didn't see her nephew until she had sent the plate in front of Dudley and looked up at Harry in the doorway. He had changed, literally overnight. That wasn't what bothered her. She figured his kind did that, after all, it had happened to the rarely talked of Lily. No, it wasn't the drastic change from an awkward boy to a devilishly handsome young man, it was the air of confidence and power he held. It positively filled the room with a heavy, thick pressure. It was very intimidating.
"Well, get in then!" Petunia stuttered out, "Cut up your uncle's breakfast!"
Harry entered the kitchen form his place leaning into the doorframe. He gracefully walked passed his aunt and cousin to the counter. The lack of sound and the great tension in the room was obvious. Then Vernon came in.
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Anyone watching Vernon Dursley enter the room would have noticed he was in a good mood. A smile on his face and a bounce in his step, he sat down to greet his "lovely" wife and son. But as he lowered his large bottom into the chair, which creaked under the pressure, did he finally notice the silence.
"Petunia dear?" he cautiously began, "What's wrong?" Petunia looked into her husband's eyes and nodded in the direction where Harry was chopping. Vernon looked to his so-called nephew in preparation for a good yell, and he too fell silent, just gazing on the new Harry.
Harry, noticing his family's discomfort, struggled to keep down a smirk. So he placed the plate of beautifully arranged grapefruit in front of his uncle, grabbed an apple and left.
The Dursley's remained silent for the rest of the meal.
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Harry entered his room, crunching into the apple, pausing to give Hedwig some owl treats and bread he took while his aunt was in shock. He really needed to get that letter to Dumbledore done. Taking some parchment, ink, and a quill, he began-
'Professor Dumbledore,
Last night I had a dream in which Death Eaters attacked Diagon Alley'-
Harry paused to get his thoughts straight,
'You probably already know, but a man appeared out of nowhere and saved everyone. He had long black hair and green eyes. He used an old chant of some kind to stop the death Eaters. I think he got Wormtail!'-
Harry laughed out right at his feigned innocence,
'As I said before, you probably already know, but I felt I should tell you. I'll keep you informed of any dreams I have.
Sincerely, Harry Potter'
Harry looked at the letter, it seemed alright. He took the letter and brought it over to Hedwig. "Take this to Professor Dumbledore, alright?" Hedwig hooted softly and nipped his finger lightly in conformation. Harry opened the window and watched the snowy owl until it disappeared over the horizon.
He pulled out his potions book and essay while tossing out his old one. Harry was starting again. With his Spirit's knowledge and experience, Snapey-poo would be in for a surprise. 'This is going to be fun" he thought to himself
'Yes, I think it will be too' Lily Evans-Potter's voice answered back.
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[A/N]: Cliffies are fun…if you're an author….
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