The Grey Areas of War
By: Hyper Princess
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Pearl Harbor. Some of the lines in this fic are taken from the motion picture Pearl Harbor and are not of my own creation. The plot idea however IS my own.
AN/Dedication: Again, I would like to throw out a BIG thank you to Sammy for all of her help in fine tweaking this fic and also for encouraging me to keep going even though I was ready to quit due to lack of reviews. This chapter is dedicated to her. I would also like to dedicate it to Nat, who always finds time to encourage me to keep writing no matter how much hw she has!! TY BOTH!! It is also dedicated to the real heroes of America. This chapter goes out to all of those who were hurt, killed, had families hurt, helped with the tragedy and to anyone who has been affected by this horrific day of ~*9/11*~. Thank you, for you are the real heroes of our world.
Chapter 1 The Meeting
~*~ Harry Potter was sick.
Physically, he was in tip-top shape, but his mind was sick. He was sick of guilt, sick of the plague of darkness that had fallen upon the wizarding world, sick of the fear of who would die next.
He sat pacing outside Dumbledore's office, wondering what he could have called him for. He had seen the Headmaster on and off since graduation last month, but the look on the man's face when he got the fire call signified that something was wrong.
He took a deep breath and walked into the Headmaster's office. The man looked up at his entrance from the paper in his hand. At a quick glance, Harry noticed his name in the letter Dumbledore held. He scrunched his brow in confusion and looked again to Dumbledore. He desperately searched for the usual twinkle in the man's eye, but found none. Something was very wrong.
"Headmaster, you wanted to see me?" Harry choked out as if more afraid of the question than the answer.
"Harry, I am no longer your Headmaster, please, call me Albus."
"Albus." Harry nodded uncomfortably.
"For the past three years now, ever since the Dark Lord's return to power, I have kept very close contact with the muggle Prime Minister. Up until now, the Dark Lord has not directly attacked the muggle world. I received a letter from the Prime Minister this morning describing a large force of attacks. He has asked that I send my best to help fight them off as Muggles are powerless against the Death Eaters and there are quite a number of them." Dumbledore popped in a lemon drop but his face never wavered from its serious aspect.
"But sir, what does this have to do with me?"
"The Prime Minister specifically asked that I send you."
Harry looked shocked. "Why me sir?"
"I have been informing the Prime Minister of Lord Voldemort's actions ever since his first reign before you were born. He has heard quite a great deal about you and he hopes you can help them."
"I'll go."
"Now Harry, I should need to inform you I would like you to stay here. An attack could come any day and we would need your services."
"I have to go sir, they need me more there."
Dumbledore smiled. "I figured that would be your decision. I thought it best to try though." He held the letter up for Harry to take. "You need to report to King's Cross Station next Sunday morning. All of the information is in here. You of course still need to attend your medical examination and final assessment for auror training tomorrow afternoon. I shall be checking in with the Prime Minister every so often."
Harry nodded. "Yes sir, thank you sir."
"Oh, and Harry? Good luck and stay safe." Dumbledore looked at the boy through the top rim of his half moon glasses, the twinkle in his eye returning. With a small smile and a quick nod, Harry turned and left the office.
~*~
St. Mungos had never been so occupied. Normally, this would cause great sorrow, but today, it showed hope; for these people were not patients.
The Auror program was in desperate need of recruits. The standards had to be lowered immensely and it seemed everyone wanted to do their share to end the Dark Era.
The era of chivalry and gallantry returned with the war. Most of the aurors were men while the women enlisted to train as medi-witches, as their numbers had become scarce. Very few of the witches and wizards graduating Hogwarts had any idea what the next year of their lives would have in store for them. Some like Harry Potter, however, took this war very seriously.
"I'm not going to make it Ron!!!"
"Harry, calm down, you haven't even taken your medical qualifications exam yet! Stop worrying!"
"I know Snape failed me on my N.E.W.T, and if I don't pass it, they won't let me go to-er enlist!" Harry caught himself. He hadn't told Ron and Hermione about the mission he had volunteered for yet, and didn't want them to know as of yet.
Ron turned to his best friend, torn between annoyance, concern, and amusement. "Harry! Will you calm down! Dumbledore knows what a prat Snape has been to you and he will make sure you pass. Besides, who in their right mind would deny The Boy Who Lived from being an auror?"
The two boys sat in the waiting area with the rest of the Hogwarts graduates that were joining the Auror team. The two sat silently, each lost in their own thoughts until someone cast a sonorous charm. "Numbers 312 to 321 to station one please. 312 to 321 to station one. Thank You"
"That's us mate." Ron said clapping a nervous Harry on the back as they walked to the first station.
~*~
"Potter, Harry." Said the cold voice of the medi-witch with a sneer. There was something familiar about that voice though. Harry looked up at the witch and groaned.
"Hello Cho." He muttered. He was still having a hard time believing he had ever liked her. The realization of how much he couldn't stand her dawned upon him in 6th year, and he made sure to tell her just how much of a drama queen she was to her face. Boy her slaps hurt. He thought to himself, his hand shooting up to touch his cheek as if it still stung.
"Mister Potter." She nodded curtly, her voice dripping with malice. "Drop your shorts." She said without a second glance at him.
"WHAT?!?!" he half shouted.
"Your chart says you haven't completed your shots, so I need to administer the last one."
Harry cursed under his breath as he turned, his back facing her, and pulled down his boxers just enough for her to administer the injection. He closed his eyes and braced himself. It's probably best to keep my mouth shut. He thought to himself. Unfortunately, Cho was not thinking the same thing.
"Why are you so quiet Harry? You certainly had a mouthful to say back in 6th year." She poked the needle into his flesh very deep. Harry tried not to show a reaction. Unfortunately for him, Cho took this as a sign she needed to poke harder. She withdrew the needle and slammed it into his arsecheeks. Harry was gasping in pain by now.
"Oops.I missed!" Cho muttered sarcastically as she poked the needle in a third time, harder than ever.
"MISS CHANG!!"
Harry was doubled over the table as Madam Pomphrey came and dragged Cho away. He regained his composure and walked to meet Ron at the next station.
~*~
Besides a sore arse, the rest of the medical check went quite smoothly. Harry walked up to the last station and was just about to complete his health safety test when a searing pain shot through his scar. He fell to the ground clutching his forehead. This was an often occurrence nowadays, so he shook it off and finished his test. He looked up at the witch running the station, and for the first time, noticed it was Hermione. He handed the form over to her and she began to study it, her bushy brown hair occasionally having to be blown out of her face. After 7 years, Harry knew this meant she didn't want to tell him something.
"What's wrong?" he asked, lifting her chin so she would face him.
"I'm sorry Harry, but I can't pass you."
"What? Why not?" It was Snape wasn't it! I knew it! I knew he wo-"
"No, it's not Professor Snape."
"Then what?"
"Your scar. I saw you a few minutes and that alone could cause numerous problems, not only putting yourself in danger, but others as well.
"Hermione, you have got to pass me. I have to be in this war." Harry pleaded.
" I'm sorry Harry."
"No, you don't understand. Everyone who has died is because of me." She opened her mouth to protest but he ignored her. "It is because he wants me. I can't just sit here and let people go off and get killed because of a stupid cut on my forehead! I need to be out there Hermione. Please, I need to prove I am not a worthless cause."
Hermione was speechless. She was torn between duty and Harry, and the look in his eyes wasn't helping much. His bright green eyes sparkled, reaching out to her in a desperate plea. Wait a minute. Since when did I notice his eyes? She thought to herself.
"I just don't want you to get hurt Harry."
"Come on 'mione. I promise I'll be fine."
Finally, the combination of guilt and the pitter-patter in her stomach won. She passed him. With her signature and seal of approval, Harry Potter was off to war. How soon though was still a mystery to the rest as he grinned from ear to ear. He was ready.
AN: I am sorry this took so long!! I had NO time to write!! But I was determined to get this out by today!!! So I cut it shorter than originally planned, but I like it better this way. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I am desperate for reviews!!! PLEASE!!!!! TY! Hugs! Hyper Princess
By: Hyper Princess
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Pearl Harbor. Some of the lines in this fic are taken from the motion picture Pearl Harbor and are not of my own creation. The plot idea however IS my own.
AN/Dedication: Again, I would like to throw out a BIG thank you to Sammy for all of her help in fine tweaking this fic and also for encouraging me to keep going even though I was ready to quit due to lack of reviews. This chapter is dedicated to her. I would also like to dedicate it to Nat, who always finds time to encourage me to keep writing no matter how much hw she has!! TY BOTH!! It is also dedicated to the real heroes of America. This chapter goes out to all of those who were hurt, killed, had families hurt, helped with the tragedy and to anyone who has been affected by this horrific day of ~*9/11*~. Thank you, for you are the real heroes of our world.
Chapter 1 The Meeting
~*~ Harry Potter was sick.
Physically, he was in tip-top shape, but his mind was sick. He was sick of guilt, sick of the plague of darkness that had fallen upon the wizarding world, sick of the fear of who would die next.
He sat pacing outside Dumbledore's office, wondering what he could have called him for. He had seen the Headmaster on and off since graduation last month, but the look on the man's face when he got the fire call signified that something was wrong.
He took a deep breath and walked into the Headmaster's office. The man looked up at his entrance from the paper in his hand. At a quick glance, Harry noticed his name in the letter Dumbledore held. He scrunched his brow in confusion and looked again to Dumbledore. He desperately searched for the usual twinkle in the man's eye, but found none. Something was very wrong.
"Headmaster, you wanted to see me?" Harry choked out as if more afraid of the question than the answer.
"Harry, I am no longer your Headmaster, please, call me Albus."
"Albus." Harry nodded uncomfortably.
"For the past three years now, ever since the Dark Lord's return to power, I have kept very close contact with the muggle Prime Minister. Up until now, the Dark Lord has not directly attacked the muggle world. I received a letter from the Prime Minister this morning describing a large force of attacks. He has asked that I send my best to help fight them off as Muggles are powerless against the Death Eaters and there are quite a number of them." Dumbledore popped in a lemon drop but his face never wavered from its serious aspect.
"But sir, what does this have to do with me?"
"The Prime Minister specifically asked that I send you."
Harry looked shocked. "Why me sir?"
"I have been informing the Prime Minister of Lord Voldemort's actions ever since his first reign before you were born. He has heard quite a great deal about you and he hopes you can help them."
"I'll go."
"Now Harry, I should need to inform you I would like you to stay here. An attack could come any day and we would need your services."
"I have to go sir, they need me more there."
Dumbledore smiled. "I figured that would be your decision. I thought it best to try though." He held the letter up for Harry to take. "You need to report to King's Cross Station next Sunday morning. All of the information is in here. You of course still need to attend your medical examination and final assessment for auror training tomorrow afternoon. I shall be checking in with the Prime Minister every so often."
Harry nodded. "Yes sir, thank you sir."
"Oh, and Harry? Good luck and stay safe." Dumbledore looked at the boy through the top rim of his half moon glasses, the twinkle in his eye returning. With a small smile and a quick nod, Harry turned and left the office.
~*~
St. Mungos had never been so occupied. Normally, this would cause great sorrow, but today, it showed hope; for these people were not patients.
The Auror program was in desperate need of recruits. The standards had to be lowered immensely and it seemed everyone wanted to do their share to end the Dark Era.
The era of chivalry and gallantry returned with the war. Most of the aurors were men while the women enlisted to train as medi-witches, as their numbers had become scarce. Very few of the witches and wizards graduating Hogwarts had any idea what the next year of their lives would have in store for them. Some like Harry Potter, however, took this war very seriously.
"I'm not going to make it Ron!!!"
"Harry, calm down, you haven't even taken your medical qualifications exam yet! Stop worrying!"
"I know Snape failed me on my N.E.W.T, and if I don't pass it, they won't let me go to-er enlist!" Harry caught himself. He hadn't told Ron and Hermione about the mission he had volunteered for yet, and didn't want them to know as of yet.
Ron turned to his best friend, torn between annoyance, concern, and amusement. "Harry! Will you calm down! Dumbledore knows what a prat Snape has been to you and he will make sure you pass. Besides, who in their right mind would deny The Boy Who Lived from being an auror?"
The two boys sat in the waiting area with the rest of the Hogwarts graduates that were joining the Auror team. The two sat silently, each lost in their own thoughts until someone cast a sonorous charm. "Numbers 312 to 321 to station one please. 312 to 321 to station one. Thank You"
"That's us mate." Ron said clapping a nervous Harry on the back as they walked to the first station.
~*~
"Potter, Harry." Said the cold voice of the medi-witch with a sneer. There was something familiar about that voice though. Harry looked up at the witch and groaned.
"Hello Cho." He muttered. He was still having a hard time believing he had ever liked her. The realization of how much he couldn't stand her dawned upon him in 6th year, and he made sure to tell her just how much of a drama queen she was to her face. Boy her slaps hurt. He thought to himself, his hand shooting up to touch his cheek as if it still stung.
"Mister Potter." She nodded curtly, her voice dripping with malice. "Drop your shorts." She said without a second glance at him.
"WHAT?!?!" he half shouted.
"Your chart says you haven't completed your shots, so I need to administer the last one."
Harry cursed under his breath as he turned, his back facing her, and pulled down his boxers just enough for her to administer the injection. He closed his eyes and braced himself. It's probably best to keep my mouth shut. He thought to himself. Unfortunately, Cho was not thinking the same thing.
"Why are you so quiet Harry? You certainly had a mouthful to say back in 6th year." She poked the needle into his flesh very deep. Harry tried not to show a reaction. Unfortunately for him, Cho took this as a sign she needed to poke harder. She withdrew the needle and slammed it into his arsecheeks. Harry was gasping in pain by now.
"Oops.I missed!" Cho muttered sarcastically as she poked the needle in a third time, harder than ever.
"MISS CHANG!!"
Harry was doubled over the table as Madam Pomphrey came and dragged Cho away. He regained his composure and walked to meet Ron at the next station.
~*~
Besides a sore arse, the rest of the medical check went quite smoothly. Harry walked up to the last station and was just about to complete his health safety test when a searing pain shot through his scar. He fell to the ground clutching his forehead. This was an often occurrence nowadays, so he shook it off and finished his test. He looked up at the witch running the station, and for the first time, noticed it was Hermione. He handed the form over to her and she began to study it, her bushy brown hair occasionally having to be blown out of her face. After 7 years, Harry knew this meant she didn't want to tell him something.
"What's wrong?" he asked, lifting her chin so she would face him.
"I'm sorry Harry, but I can't pass you."
"What? Why not?" It was Snape wasn't it! I knew it! I knew he wo-"
"No, it's not Professor Snape."
"Then what?"
"Your scar. I saw you a few minutes and that alone could cause numerous problems, not only putting yourself in danger, but others as well.
"Hermione, you have got to pass me. I have to be in this war." Harry pleaded.
" I'm sorry Harry."
"No, you don't understand. Everyone who has died is because of me." She opened her mouth to protest but he ignored her. "It is because he wants me. I can't just sit here and let people go off and get killed because of a stupid cut on my forehead! I need to be out there Hermione. Please, I need to prove I am not a worthless cause."
Hermione was speechless. She was torn between duty and Harry, and the look in his eyes wasn't helping much. His bright green eyes sparkled, reaching out to her in a desperate plea. Wait a minute. Since when did I notice his eyes? She thought to herself.
"I just don't want you to get hurt Harry."
"Come on 'mione. I promise I'll be fine."
Finally, the combination of guilt and the pitter-patter in her stomach won. She passed him. With her signature and seal of approval, Harry Potter was off to war. How soon though was still a mystery to the rest as he grinned from ear to ear. He was ready.
AN: I am sorry this took so long!! I had NO time to write!! But I was determined to get this out by today!!! So I cut it shorter than originally planned, but I like it better this way. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I am desperate for reviews!!! PLEASE!!!!! TY! Hugs! Hyper Princess