THE LILY INCARNATE
SUMMARY: It's Year Six at the Hogwarts and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix got help
from the mysterious Weasley cousin.
DISCLAIMER: I do not claim that these names and characters are mine and that I'm profiting
from writing about them.
A/N: Hello! Er, just want to acknowledge that some of the plots in this fic were inspired by the
theories and discussion over at the newclues section of mugglenet.net.
PROLOGUE
"C'MON SNUFFLES!"
The boy jogged joyfully around the park with the great shaggy black dog. He released a Frisbee up in the air which the great dog caught neatly with its mouth. The dog ran back to the boy and seemed to coax him to throw the toy once more. Once again the Frisbee soared high in the air, but as the black dog jumped to catch it, the Frisbee hit the dog squarely in its stomach, and a jet of red light flashed ominously.
Momentarily blinded by the light, the boy closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them, he saw the great black dog falling into a black veil, as if in slow motion. Everything in the immediate surrounding seemed to become immobile, and the silence was terribly deafening.
"SIRIUS!" As the dog disappeared behind the veil, the boy's surroundings began to swirl fast. Faster and faster until everything was a blur. Suddenly, he heard a high menacing laugh that seemed to come from above him. He looked up, and there he saw a giant face of a man with black greasy hair, and large pointed noise. The man was looking down on him as if he was a very small fish in a tank.
"You are a fool, Harry Potter! You dare ignore the Headmaster's advice to study the art of blocking the mind, and look what you've done! You led your beloved godfather to his own death! Foolish boy!"
"NOOOOO!!!"
Harry Potter woke up violently, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as if he just ran up ten flights of stairs.
Another nightmare about Sirius. A lump was starting to form in Harry's throat, making breathing more difficult. It has been like this for the past three weeks since he came back to Privet Drive for the summer. The terrible ache caused by Sirius' dearth is ever present, and haunts him even in his dreams.
Harry has never had a night of peaceful sleep ever since that confrontation in the Ministry of Magic. How can he, when all day and night the horrible memory of that event kept replaying inside his head like a movie. The journey in the air with the Thestrals, the encounter with the Death Eaters, his closest friends' injuries, Sirius Blacks' death.
But all these are just one-half of the load. The other half is the equally disturbing prophecy which states that either he will be murdered, or become the victim of a murder.
Harry laid back on his bed and tried to brush these thoughts aside. As he close his eyes to try to recapture sleep, Severus Snape's voice came back ringing in his head. "You dare ignore the Headmaster's advice to study the art of blocking the mind, and look what you've done! You led your beloved godfather to his own death!"
He's right. Hermione and Sirius and Lupin were right. I should have paid attention to my Occlumency lessons. I shouldn't have let Snape's anger got into me. If only I listened to my friends, Sirius could still be alive by now.
With the thought of his godfather slowly being overcome with sleep, a single tear rolled down Harry's cheek.
SUMMARY: It's Year Six at the Hogwarts and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix got help
from the mysterious Weasley cousin.
DISCLAIMER: I do not claim that these names and characters are mine and that I'm profiting
from writing about them.
A/N: Hello! Er, just want to acknowledge that some of the plots in this fic were inspired by the
theories and discussion over at the newclues section of mugglenet.net.
PROLOGUE
"C'MON SNUFFLES!"
The boy jogged joyfully around the park with the great shaggy black dog. He released a Frisbee up in the air which the great dog caught neatly with its mouth. The dog ran back to the boy and seemed to coax him to throw the toy once more. Once again the Frisbee soared high in the air, but as the black dog jumped to catch it, the Frisbee hit the dog squarely in its stomach, and a jet of red light flashed ominously.
Momentarily blinded by the light, the boy closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them, he saw the great black dog falling into a black veil, as if in slow motion. Everything in the immediate surrounding seemed to become immobile, and the silence was terribly deafening.
"SIRIUS!" As the dog disappeared behind the veil, the boy's surroundings began to swirl fast. Faster and faster until everything was a blur. Suddenly, he heard a high menacing laugh that seemed to come from above him. He looked up, and there he saw a giant face of a man with black greasy hair, and large pointed noise. The man was looking down on him as if he was a very small fish in a tank.
"You are a fool, Harry Potter! You dare ignore the Headmaster's advice to study the art of blocking the mind, and look what you've done! You led your beloved godfather to his own death! Foolish boy!"
"NOOOOO!!!"
Harry Potter woke up violently, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as if he just ran up ten flights of stairs.
Another nightmare about Sirius. A lump was starting to form in Harry's throat, making breathing more difficult. It has been like this for the past three weeks since he came back to Privet Drive for the summer. The terrible ache caused by Sirius' dearth is ever present, and haunts him even in his dreams.
Harry has never had a night of peaceful sleep ever since that confrontation in the Ministry of Magic. How can he, when all day and night the horrible memory of that event kept replaying inside his head like a movie. The journey in the air with the Thestrals, the encounter with the Death Eaters, his closest friends' injuries, Sirius Blacks' death.
But all these are just one-half of the load. The other half is the equally disturbing prophecy which states that either he will be murdered, or become the victim of a murder.
Harry laid back on his bed and tried to brush these thoughts aside. As he close his eyes to try to recapture sleep, Severus Snape's voice came back ringing in his head. "You dare ignore the Headmaster's advice to study the art of blocking the mind, and look what you've done! You led your beloved godfather to his own death!"
He's right. Hermione and Sirius and Lupin were right. I should have paid attention to my Occlumency lessons. I shouldn't have let Snape's anger got into me. If only I listened to my friends, Sirius could still be alive by now.
With the thought of his godfather slowly being overcome with sleep, a single tear rolled down Harry's cheek.