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Chapter 1- A Break in the Storm
It was a night just like the week's past had been, dark and dreary. In contrast to the drought that had affected Pivet Drive the summer before, this summer was over abundant in rain. The normal inhabitants of Pivet Drive, as normal as they could be they would say, were being pushed to their wit's end, watching the news constantly for updates in the weather hoping soon for it to break. The Dursleys of number 4 Pivet Drive were on edge; the rain adding to the level of stress in the house more than normally was there. The plants of Aunt Petunia's were already waterlogged and the rain continued to fall. Lighting flashing across the sky separating the shadows from the inhabitants for just long enough to see the dreary looks on Vernon and Dudley's faces, both wishing they could get out of the house, Dudley eager to practice the boxing moves he had learned on the neighboring children and Vernon just to put space between him and the "freak" inhabiting the room upstairs. The boy hadn't come out of the room in the week he had been back and the cries were straining Vernon's already edged nerves. Petunia had been slipping food into the room through the slot in the door, not daring to accidentally starve the boy or else face the wrath of that group of freaks that had been met at the train station.
'As long as that boy stays in his room, everything will be fine', Vernon thought to himself. 'Petunia, Dudley, and I can just ignore him, acting as though nothing is really there. That shouldn't be too hard. Otherwise, maybe the boy will have to be taught a lesson in what it means to really be punished'
Unknown to Vernon and the others was that nothing they could do right now could be of any amount of true punishment. There was nothing anyone could do right now that could compete with the pain and suffering the boy was going through right behind that door on the second floor. The boy, Harry Potter, lay on his bed, arms quaking in fear as he hugged himself into a fetal position, hands holding his face. The tears never stopped and the nightmares were only the gateway to the darkness that was wrapping the boy's soul. Nothing right now mattered to this boy, all his heart and head would understand was that his godfather was dead. Sirius was dead, and to the boy knew no one was at fault for this except him. His hands dugs into his face, pulling on his tear stained cheeks as he stared into the darkness thinking to himself.
'Why Sirius, why did I let you die?! It's my fault, my fault, all my fault. You wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for my stupidity. Sirius, Sirius, what am I to do without you?!'
A snowy white owl sitting in the corner, Hedwig sat watching this. If one were to stare into the eyes of this owl, they would know that this was no ordinary owl. Hedwig loved her master very much, more than people would know and she knew when something was wrong. Right now, something was very terribly wrong. Unknown to Harry, for he was too caught up in his grief, a white light was gathering around the boy. Not knowing what was going on, Hedwig knew that she should get someone that could help her master; the Master of Hogwarts would know what to do.
Hedwig flew out the window, hoping all would be the same by the time she was able to get back to her Master's side. Unknown to the loyal owl was that something very unusual was about to take place. Less than one minute after Hedwig had left, the light building around Harry was reaching a crescendo.
It was at this point that Harry noticed himself the glow coming off of his hands, casting light in to the corners of his room.
'What is this, what's going on. Is this another attack of Voldemort's'
Harry didn't know what to do, he couldn't think, the grief inside him mixed with the fear of everyone else he knew being killed had reached a breaking point inside of Harry. A barrier was being broken, a barrier to something that was to be discovered in time. This time had finally come.
A whispering voice came over the wind, "A power the dark lord knows not" echoed through the room in a quiet but somber mood and then all went black for Harry.
If Harry had been awake, he would have been in for quite a revelation. His body was floating at least two feet off of the bed. Pure magical energy was being given off by Harry's body, striking areas around the room as the bolts crackled for an outlet. One struck the door, sealing it shut and locking it, another the window shattering the glass. This however was only a distraction to the real path the energy was taking. This was only a taste of what energy was finally being released and infused into Harry's body and soul. The barrier had been broken, its maker's wish finally given and Harry, once he woke up would be in for quite a change. Already, the change was taking affect, for in Harry's eyes, lighting bolts could be seen streaking through the emerald laden irises. Power incarnate was aching to be released inside of Harry.
The room quieted and the light was fully absorbed into Harry. There was an unnatural silence hanging over the room. Then the whisper returned, sounding of pain and anguish but at the same time full of hope. "A power the dark lord knows not…use it well my son for it all I can give you. Even now I ache to hold you my son, but it is enough to know I can help you this way. Protect those you love Harry, this I know you will do. Till later my son..Goodbye for now"
Miles away, the Master of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore sat in his office pondering over books and manuscripts looking for something that could be of use in the future against Voldemort. This was the scene that presented itself when Hedwig arrived to the castle of Hogwarts.
"Hedwig my dear, how are you? Doing well I hope; did Harry finally write to me? I haven't' heard from him since that night in my office when I upset him so."
Dumbledore stopped at this point, the twinkle form his eye disappearing as he looked at Hedwig. This owl was not here to deliver a letter, this creature in front of him would be crying were it human Albus sensed, Hedwig was scared and there could be only one reason Hedwig would be in this manner. Something was very wrong at number 4 Pivet Drive.
It was at this same precise moment that the barrier broke at Pivet Drive. Dumbledore could feel something was happening, not necessarily bad or good, but something very powerful was quaking through the air, the magical aura of Hogwarts was trembling around him. Something, somewhere, was releasing a very large amount of power, enough to be felt hundreds of miles away. Hoping that this was not of Voldemort's doing, Albus stared out the window, trying to pinpoint the direction the disturbance was coming from. Strangely it was coming form the direction of Little Whining. Albus turned immediately, looking straightly into Hedwig's eyes. The significance of this owl being here at the same time of the disturbance did not escape the Master of Hogwarts.
"Whatever just happened, once explained I hope is for the better. I'm not sure your master could take much more Hedwig."
Hedwig sat there, hooting in reply as to agree.
Dumbledore hurried over to the fireplace, throwing into the fire some floo powder.
"Remus Lupin!," Dumbledore called into the fire.
Remus's head appeared in the fireplace, a look of eagerness and impatience mixed sitting upon his face.
"What is it Albus, is something wrong?"
"I do not know, but something has happened at the number 4 Pivet Drive. Gather the order members you can, especially Molly Weasley. If we don't inform her among the first that something may be wrong with Harry I will never hear the end of it," this last bit Albus chuckled to himself.
"Yes, of course, but what shall I tell the members when they ask what has happened?"
"Tell them that the answer I have been searching for I may have found, but it is no book that this answer shall be found."
"Of course Albus, we will be together and ready soon. See you shortly."
Albus turned form the fireplace, again staring out his window, searching for the area in the distance of Little Whining.
'Whatever just happened Harry, I know that you have the courage to face this new challenge, just as you have never let me down before in stepping forward. Everyone has a breaking point; everyone finally finds something they cannot face alone. I hope we shall find you in time to help whatever this may be.'
Unknown to Albus, he just eerily foreshadowed what he was to find out. Harry had indeed reached a breaking point, not being able to take the grief of his godfather's death and the fear of the rest of those he cared for being killed because of him. It would be fates decision as to how this played out from here on.
Chapter 1- A Break in the Storm
It was a night just like the week's past had been, dark and dreary. In contrast to the drought that had affected Pivet Drive the summer before, this summer was over abundant in rain. The normal inhabitants of Pivet Drive, as normal as they could be they would say, were being pushed to their wit's end, watching the news constantly for updates in the weather hoping soon for it to break. The Dursleys of number 4 Pivet Drive were on edge; the rain adding to the level of stress in the house more than normally was there. The plants of Aunt Petunia's were already waterlogged and the rain continued to fall. Lighting flashing across the sky separating the shadows from the inhabitants for just long enough to see the dreary looks on Vernon and Dudley's faces, both wishing they could get out of the house, Dudley eager to practice the boxing moves he had learned on the neighboring children and Vernon just to put space between him and the "freak" inhabiting the room upstairs. The boy hadn't come out of the room in the week he had been back and the cries were straining Vernon's already edged nerves. Petunia had been slipping food into the room through the slot in the door, not daring to accidentally starve the boy or else face the wrath of that group of freaks that had been met at the train station.
'As long as that boy stays in his room, everything will be fine', Vernon thought to himself. 'Petunia, Dudley, and I can just ignore him, acting as though nothing is really there. That shouldn't be too hard. Otherwise, maybe the boy will have to be taught a lesson in what it means to really be punished'
Unknown to Vernon and the others was that nothing they could do right now could be of any amount of true punishment. There was nothing anyone could do right now that could compete with the pain and suffering the boy was going through right behind that door on the second floor. The boy, Harry Potter, lay on his bed, arms quaking in fear as he hugged himself into a fetal position, hands holding his face. The tears never stopped and the nightmares were only the gateway to the darkness that was wrapping the boy's soul. Nothing right now mattered to this boy, all his heart and head would understand was that his godfather was dead. Sirius was dead, and to the boy knew no one was at fault for this except him. His hands dugs into his face, pulling on his tear stained cheeks as he stared into the darkness thinking to himself.
'Why Sirius, why did I let you die?! It's my fault, my fault, all my fault. You wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for my stupidity. Sirius, Sirius, what am I to do without you?!'
A snowy white owl sitting in the corner, Hedwig sat watching this. If one were to stare into the eyes of this owl, they would know that this was no ordinary owl. Hedwig loved her master very much, more than people would know and she knew when something was wrong. Right now, something was very terribly wrong. Unknown to Harry, for he was too caught up in his grief, a white light was gathering around the boy. Not knowing what was going on, Hedwig knew that she should get someone that could help her master; the Master of Hogwarts would know what to do.
Hedwig flew out the window, hoping all would be the same by the time she was able to get back to her Master's side. Unknown to the loyal owl was that something very unusual was about to take place. Less than one minute after Hedwig had left, the light building around Harry was reaching a crescendo.
It was at this point that Harry noticed himself the glow coming off of his hands, casting light in to the corners of his room.
'What is this, what's going on. Is this another attack of Voldemort's'
Harry didn't know what to do, he couldn't think, the grief inside him mixed with the fear of everyone else he knew being killed had reached a breaking point inside of Harry. A barrier was being broken, a barrier to something that was to be discovered in time. This time had finally come.
A whispering voice came over the wind, "A power the dark lord knows not" echoed through the room in a quiet but somber mood and then all went black for Harry.
If Harry had been awake, he would have been in for quite a revelation. His body was floating at least two feet off of the bed. Pure magical energy was being given off by Harry's body, striking areas around the room as the bolts crackled for an outlet. One struck the door, sealing it shut and locking it, another the window shattering the glass. This however was only a distraction to the real path the energy was taking. This was only a taste of what energy was finally being released and infused into Harry's body and soul. The barrier had been broken, its maker's wish finally given and Harry, once he woke up would be in for quite a change. Already, the change was taking affect, for in Harry's eyes, lighting bolts could be seen streaking through the emerald laden irises. Power incarnate was aching to be released inside of Harry.
The room quieted and the light was fully absorbed into Harry. There was an unnatural silence hanging over the room. Then the whisper returned, sounding of pain and anguish but at the same time full of hope. "A power the dark lord knows not…use it well my son for it all I can give you. Even now I ache to hold you my son, but it is enough to know I can help you this way. Protect those you love Harry, this I know you will do. Till later my son..Goodbye for now"
Miles away, the Master of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore sat in his office pondering over books and manuscripts looking for something that could be of use in the future against Voldemort. This was the scene that presented itself when Hedwig arrived to the castle of Hogwarts.
"Hedwig my dear, how are you? Doing well I hope; did Harry finally write to me? I haven't' heard from him since that night in my office when I upset him so."
Dumbledore stopped at this point, the twinkle form his eye disappearing as he looked at Hedwig. This owl was not here to deliver a letter, this creature in front of him would be crying were it human Albus sensed, Hedwig was scared and there could be only one reason Hedwig would be in this manner. Something was very wrong at number 4 Pivet Drive.
It was at this same precise moment that the barrier broke at Pivet Drive. Dumbledore could feel something was happening, not necessarily bad or good, but something very powerful was quaking through the air, the magical aura of Hogwarts was trembling around him. Something, somewhere, was releasing a very large amount of power, enough to be felt hundreds of miles away. Hoping that this was not of Voldemort's doing, Albus stared out the window, trying to pinpoint the direction the disturbance was coming from. Strangely it was coming form the direction of Little Whining. Albus turned immediately, looking straightly into Hedwig's eyes. The significance of this owl being here at the same time of the disturbance did not escape the Master of Hogwarts.
"Whatever just happened, once explained I hope is for the better. I'm not sure your master could take much more Hedwig."
Hedwig sat there, hooting in reply as to agree.
Dumbledore hurried over to the fireplace, throwing into the fire some floo powder.
"Remus Lupin!," Dumbledore called into the fire.
Remus's head appeared in the fireplace, a look of eagerness and impatience mixed sitting upon his face.
"What is it Albus, is something wrong?"
"I do not know, but something has happened at the number 4 Pivet Drive. Gather the order members you can, especially Molly Weasley. If we don't inform her among the first that something may be wrong with Harry I will never hear the end of it," this last bit Albus chuckled to himself.
"Yes, of course, but what shall I tell the members when they ask what has happened?"
"Tell them that the answer I have been searching for I may have found, but it is no book that this answer shall be found."
"Of course Albus, we will be together and ready soon. See you shortly."
Albus turned form the fireplace, again staring out his window, searching for the area in the distance of Little Whining.
'Whatever just happened Harry, I know that you have the courage to face this new challenge, just as you have never let me down before in stepping forward. Everyone has a breaking point; everyone finally finds something they cannot face alone. I hope we shall find you in time to help whatever this may be.'
Unknown to Albus, he just eerily foreshadowed what he was to find out. Harry had indeed reached a breaking point, not being able to take the grief of his godfather's death and the fear of the rest of those he cared for being killed because of him. It would be fates decision as to how this played out from here on.
