*** Authors Notes ***
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Hi everyone!! Thanks so much for the reviews, it's quite amazing. This chapter explains why Harry is so OOC, and more into this chapter you will find that there is one other character that I have made OOC. I know it's not exactly realistic but I think people can change!!
Hope you enjoy this chapter!! Chapter 3 coming up soon. Oh and more personal notes to my reviewers next chapter. I haven't managed to do it yet.
Anyway enjoy and any ideas for names for Harry's children I'd love to know because I have no idea.
Chapter 2: The Battle of Hogwarts and The Truth
The Hogwarts castle was one of eeriness and fresh spilt blood. The battle that co-insided with Harry's sixth year had been fierce and perilous. It had been a bright morning in the great hall when Harry received the signal he had been waiting for. He had already learnt the spell to banish Voldemort and all he had to do was wait for it to happen.
However he thought about it as he wandered through the castle, as he often did. The battle had tarnished him and his heart no held no emotion, no feeling, and a hint of seclusion and isolation. All he wanted was for his life to be good and happy. Hogwarts had provided that to a certain degree but all he ever wanted was to live in peace. His friends never mattered anymore. It wasn't something he thought about. His emerald green eyes showed old age and a wizened knowledge that rivalled Dumbledore's.
As Harry sat against the stone wall he replayed the scene of the battle in his mind, how he had got the signal and disappeared. How the battle had ended and his final words to his friends and the people who ran the country he lived in.
" He may be dead. You may celebrate. But I won't join you. I have too much anger and sadness to do so. I hate the world and I hold no emotion for it. From now on, I'm concentrating on myself. No one else will I care about any longer. Harry Potter died there with the bastard son of a bitch, only my body remains."
*** Flashback. ***
The great hall was decorated with the usual finery and the bubbling students chatted contently with each other. The sorting had been done on the previous day. Harry and his were all sitting chatting together about the future and classes. Seamus and Dean were playing a game across from them and were trying to decipher who had won the game. It was Dean of course that had finally won the game.
Potions was the same as it always had been. Snape had taken to leaving Harry on his own and not making snide comments. Harry had only just managed to scrape an E and of course, Snape hadn't been pleased with the scenario. Draco Malfoy had been accepted straight away because he had got an O. Hermione was also in the class. Ron had not got in though. As he pointed out to Hermione one day, " I'm not bothered with potions, it doesn't interest me, and I don't miss snape anymore"
Harry had thought about his parents while he stood making his potion, a dreamless sleep. He had concentrated and had finished early. Making as little noise he had bottled his sample and placed it on Snape's desk. Sitting in a cold dungeon without anything to do would make anyone daydream, and Harry happened to be doing a lot of that recently. Sirius had only been gone six months but it still stayed in Harry's mind. He had accepted it but he didn't convey his opinions on it. Remus and all of the Order had tried to tell him that it had all been like Sirius had wanted it. He had died the hero and was happy with that. Harry, though not dismissing the fact that he didn't believe that Sirius was gone accepted that it was the way Sirius had wanted to die.
Six months later into the year Harry and his friends were talking about their plans for the summer when Harry had abruptly stopped laughing, an expressionless mask in place, listening intently to the wind. He had no idea why but he had listened. Hermione and Ron had also stopped and were looking worriedly at him, and then Harry's face contorted in pain and worry.
* He's here, he's here. Go to him, go to him. The final battle approaches. *
After this Harry awoke because of searing pain in his head. Hermione had run to Dumbledore and he had come to the table. Through the screams and the immense pain in eyes he seemed able to tell Dumbledore in an orderly voice,
" Get them out of here sir" He paused and then Dumbledore replied, " Why on earth Harry. What danger is in here?" Dumfounded, Harry explained in one short sentence, " The final battle approaches, Voldemort is here, the battle of Hogwarts has begun" with a wave of Harry's hand, he disappeared. Dumbledore, taking Harry's hint walked to the staff table and muttered a spell and spoke to the hall, his voice high over the noise that now collected in the now raspy and tense.
" Prefects, take your houses to the dungeons, no one is to leave there until I return. I repeat, no one is to leave. Hermione Granger, Ronald, Virginia Weasley follow me to the front entrance, staff also. Serverus, you know what I want?"
After a pause, the tensing atmosphere choking those inside was relieved when Snape stood up and nodded to the headmaster. With a flick of his wand he was dressed in death eaters robes and stalked out of the hall. Draco Malfoy and all the Slitherins were staring open-mouthed at the potions professor and as they saw him leave they all stood up and bowed him out of the hall. The Gryffindor's meanwhile were all looking expectantly at Dumbledore who shook his head and motioned for the orders he had issued to be carried out. Hermione and Ron followed by Ginny walked with the staff and Dumbledore to the front entrance. The walk seemed an eternity for the crowd of people. Their feet echoing on the hard stone floor as they filed through the corridors. The imminent war that loomed and the constant auror of death and destruction simmered in the air as they reached the final part of their destination.
Harry stood pristine on the front of the Hogwarts grounds. He was clad in white and a wand in his hand. He looked determined, yet; there was a hint of anger, revenge and thirst of murdering the wizard that had killed his parents when he was only an infant. He had waited for this moment all his life and finally it was happening, the final battle had come and it was clear that Harry had planned for the moment, under the direction of Dumbledore and many ministry officials, although now he wanted to do it himself and save the upcoming battle. He had saved lives by having the students put into the dungeons, where death eaters could not touch them. Voldemort could have his blood but he would not allow for the murderous fiend to wreak havoc on his friends and peers, as well as his teachers.
A clap of thunder rolled over-head as he waited for Voldemort to appear from the distance with his so-called army. Harry wasn't sacred by the death eaters anymore. He and Voldemort alone would fight this fight.
Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Dumbledore and all the staff of Hogwarts walked into the electric atmosphere watching Harry. Dumbledore knew he held no power to control Harry any longer. It was finally his battle and all the teachers and his friends could do was watching what he would do. Hermione stood still, too amazed to watch what was happening, the surge of electricity gave the battlefield a Sci-Fi feel to it. Clouds of black, thick smoke-like edges moved pristinely across the sky. The sun no longer shined. The rain had not yet started but Harry held his stance waiting, almost hoping Voldemort would come quickly.
After an hour Voldemort appeared. He was as ugly and unsightly as one was accustomed to. His blood red eyes, searing through the crowd gathered at the front of Hogwarts. Voldemort's faithful death eaters were at one side, awaiting their masters' command. The command did not come. Meanwhile Harry stood emotionless as usual, with his wand at his side. The picture was surreal, with the electrical power rolling off him with a magnitude that astounded onlookers. The death eaters looked on hesitantly when they felt a surge of the power emitting from their nemesis.
The battle had begun.
Curses and hexes flew through the sky Harry wandered seamlessly through them and stood right in front of the Dark Lord himself. Casting a shield he looked into the red square eyes, full of menace and hate. As Harry gazed into those eyes he realised their was something missing. Something that he knew would never exist in this man's eyes. This was the man's weakness and he knew he could have fought this weakness if he had not yet hatched a plan to kill him, but he had and it had taken most of his holiday and sixth year to do so.
Voldemort looked calm. His wand held by his side as he too looked upon Harry with a sharp despising gaze. Unrelenting Harry spoke, pulsing all his energy into this one conversation, " I believe it is time I got rid of you. You killed my parents, my friends, and even your own family. What is it with you Tom? Why all the hate?" Voldemort looked stunned for a moment at the calm, yet deadly tone Harry was using.
The conversation flittered around subjects and finally Harry sensed it was coming to an end. With one final comment Harry held up his wand and Godric Gryffindor's sword. He clasped them together and muttered the ancient spell under his breath. The dome that covered them turned red. The energy emitting made the battle stop outside as they all watched anxiously as the final note was said. Blinding lights illuminated the entire dome and Harry stepped out as it exploded into the sky. Nothing more remained of Lord Voldemort and the wizarding world finally could live in peace.
Harry stepped out still looking grave. No one understood why, and no one asked why. His last parting comment rattled the whole of the Hogwarts ground. Finally Harry walked away.
*** End of Flashback ***
It was midnight as Harry slept on the cold dungeon floor that someone entered the room. The figure gazed upon him and leant beside him. With one stroke of his jet black hair the figure lifted him off the floor. Harry was fast asleep and only dreamt of it, not really realising it was actually true.
Harry woke to the smell of bacon and his eyes flittered around the room as to where he was. It looked like he was out on a moor but he knew better than that. This was a room charmed to look like the moors. As Harry started to get up there was a faint knock at the door. Harry had sense enough to reply to enter. What he saw next made his heart jump a thousand miles high. Serverus Snape had walked into the room. Wearing a pair of black boot-cut trousers and white t-shirt. Harry didn't recognise Snape as he had changed his appearance into his natural figure, which was to say the least HOT. Harry wondered who it was. The long ebony curls that reached to the floor. Those bright green-onyx eyes shimmered with amusement and friendliness. Stammering slightly Harry asked as politely as possible, " S.sor.rry may I umm ask you what your name is?" The figure laughed softly and as not to startle Harry he sat down and looked softly into his eyes, " Why don't you guess Mr Potter. I am sure you can that much, can you not?" Harry looked bewildered and confused. The young man at the side of him smiled with amusement. Finally, not getting any more speech from the boy Snape finally revealed himself, " Mr Potter, I am Professor Snape. I am a shape-shifter (I know, OOC, but hey, people change) and this is my natural form. I just choose not to display it in front of you. You are in my guest room. I trust you enough not to shout about where you have been?" Harry sat looking shocked but nodded curtly.
A few minutes of looking at the new Snape Harry realised what Dumbledore had meant about him. Burning with curiosity, something he thought he would never regain he asked, " Professor, umm, you look good. Umm what am I going to do now, sir? Surely you do not want me in here any longer than you have to?" Snape smiled, and got up from the chair. He walked towards Harry and replied, flicking a stray hair out of Harry's eyes, " Mr Potter. I am not the man you think I am. I display that to the students because I look so much like my mother and it pains me to let anyone see it. He killed my mother when I was thirteen years old. I had loved my mother very much and I missed her when he killed her, and then it was him that led me to the dark side. You and Professor Dumbledore are the only two people who know about it. I am normally a very sentimental person, and seeing you lying on the cold dungeon floor and freezing to death, well, I couldn't leave you. I just hope Mr Potter, that you can forgive me for my absolutely horrid behaviour." With that Snape walked out of the door. Harry could hear him crying softly through the wall. It astounded Harry that Snape was actually a person and not just a horrid potions teacher. Harry finally sought an avid respect for the potions master and secretly vowed to never tell anyone of his actual form.
Harry decided to change and when he had done, so he walked into the room. Not knowing whether to sit or stand looked around at the masses of books. His attention caught on a new book. It was thick and it had many volumes to it. Looking more intently at the cover he read the spine, 'Hogwarts Year Book: 1999' looking away from the book he moved on looking around. The quarters were bright, pictures all over the walls. They were of two people. A woman with jet-black hair, onyx eyes, and a pale skin complexion. The other of a younger woman, with black hair, and bright onyx-grey eyes.
*** In the Great Hall Snape was back to his original form. Harry looked at him and with a discreet nod of his head made sure that Snape's secret was safe. Snape nodded and smiled slightly at him, although the sneer was in place a second later.
Christmas was approaching and Harry became more and more tired. He had started to fall asleep in class. The teachers knew it was a side effect of his 'awakening' and had instructed his friends to take him back to Gryffindor tower. This behaviour had astounded all the students. Harry, on the other hand was going about his business as usual, although he noticed a certain auror of danger around the castle and he couldn't understand why that he had fallen asleep in class. Puzzled he ploughed on and Christmas was only three days away.
On the next Harry was called to Dumbledore's office. Wandering through the castle Harry took in many pretty pictures that he had not noticed before. He was astonished to find the castle very pretty. Eyes locking with Dumbledore's door he knocked. A faint 'come in' announced to Harry that he should enter. A feeling of foreboding welling in him like a siren drawing ships into the murky abyss of the underworld.
Dumbledore looked nervous, understandably as he was dealing with a boy who could control the weather, and elements. Moving towards the headmaster Harry sat down and looked worriedly at the headmaster. His green eyes blazing with anticipation stared intently for several minutes. Thunder rolled overhead and the headmaster told him to calm down. Confused Harry asked in muffled voice, " What is it you want headmaster? I don't understand, I am calm and I do not see why you have told me to do so."
Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes looked sad and happy in unison. Though his thoughts betrayed that notion. Thinking he should tell Harry now, he took a deep breath and walked to the fireplace. Muttering a few words he returned to Harry. Sitting on his chair, the air becoming more and more stressed he spoke, " Harry. there is something I wish to tell you. It is very important that you understand and accept the truth for what it is. Firstly, I am waiting for Prof. Snape, as he will be able to explain more than I and I need some help in case you decide to let out your emotions." Harry was confused to say the least but he understood. The office had become the hell on earth no one knew about. Harry felt he would burst with anger if it didn't get sorted. Waiting and listening, ten minutes later Serverus Snape walked into the office, his 'potions master' face on. Harry smiled politely and Snape sat down.
Dumbledore started to explain, " Harry, you are to put it bluntly, a guardian of the elements. You have the power to control the four elements and without proper training you shall be a danger to us but I am at liberty to say that Serverus has made contact with the angels to help train you. Your powers will come into effect on Christmas day. I have sent the entire student population home tonight and they will return after the holiday is over. It is then that you have a choice to make. You can either live here and be with your friends, with the side effect that you shall rely heavily on the elements to survive or." a pause ensued and Snape Spoke, " You may come with me to the land of the angels where you will be able to live normally, yet the only contact you shall have is with me or Prof. Dumbledore."
Silence reigned and Harry was left to think his options over, to stay, or to go away and be happy somewhere. The choices in his head fought over him.
" I think I will."
End of chapter!!! Hope you enjoyed, update soon!! Please R&R
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Hi everyone!! Thanks so much for the reviews, it's quite amazing. This chapter explains why Harry is so OOC, and more into this chapter you will find that there is one other character that I have made OOC. I know it's not exactly realistic but I think people can change!!
Hope you enjoy this chapter!! Chapter 3 coming up soon. Oh and more personal notes to my reviewers next chapter. I haven't managed to do it yet.
Anyway enjoy and any ideas for names for Harry's children I'd love to know because I have no idea.
Chapter 2: The Battle of Hogwarts and The Truth
The Hogwarts castle was one of eeriness and fresh spilt blood. The battle that co-insided with Harry's sixth year had been fierce and perilous. It had been a bright morning in the great hall when Harry received the signal he had been waiting for. He had already learnt the spell to banish Voldemort and all he had to do was wait for it to happen.
However he thought about it as he wandered through the castle, as he often did. The battle had tarnished him and his heart no held no emotion, no feeling, and a hint of seclusion and isolation. All he wanted was for his life to be good and happy. Hogwarts had provided that to a certain degree but all he ever wanted was to live in peace. His friends never mattered anymore. It wasn't something he thought about. His emerald green eyes showed old age and a wizened knowledge that rivalled Dumbledore's.
As Harry sat against the stone wall he replayed the scene of the battle in his mind, how he had got the signal and disappeared. How the battle had ended and his final words to his friends and the people who ran the country he lived in.
" He may be dead. You may celebrate. But I won't join you. I have too much anger and sadness to do so. I hate the world and I hold no emotion for it. From now on, I'm concentrating on myself. No one else will I care about any longer. Harry Potter died there with the bastard son of a bitch, only my body remains."
*** Flashback. ***
The great hall was decorated with the usual finery and the bubbling students chatted contently with each other. The sorting had been done on the previous day. Harry and his were all sitting chatting together about the future and classes. Seamus and Dean were playing a game across from them and were trying to decipher who had won the game. It was Dean of course that had finally won the game.
Potions was the same as it always had been. Snape had taken to leaving Harry on his own and not making snide comments. Harry had only just managed to scrape an E and of course, Snape hadn't been pleased with the scenario. Draco Malfoy had been accepted straight away because he had got an O. Hermione was also in the class. Ron had not got in though. As he pointed out to Hermione one day, " I'm not bothered with potions, it doesn't interest me, and I don't miss snape anymore"
Harry had thought about his parents while he stood making his potion, a dreamless sleep. He had concentrated and had finished early. Making as little noise he had bottled his sample and placed it on Snape's desk. Sitting in a cold dungeon without anything to do would make anyone daydream, and Harry happened to be doing a lot of that recently. Sirius had only been gone six months but it still stayed in Harry's mind. He had accepted it but he didn't convey his opinions on it. Remus and all of the Order had tried to tell him that it had all been like Sirius had wanted it. He had died the hero and was happy with that. Harry, though not dismissing the fact that he didn't believe that Sirius was gone accepted that it was the way Sirius had wanted to die.
Six months later into the year Harry and his friends were talking about their plans for the summer when Harry had abruptly stopped laughing, an expressionless mask in place, listening intently to the wind. He had no idea why but he had listened. Hermione and Ron had also stopped and were looking worriedly at him, and then Harry's face contorted in pain and worry.
* He's here, he's here. Go to him, go to him. The final battle approaches. *
After this Harry awoke because of searing pain in his head. Hermione had run to Dumbledore and he had come to the table. Through the screams and the immense pain in eyes he seemed able to tell Dumbledore in an orderly voice,
" Get them out of here sir" He paused and then Dumbledore replied, " Why on earth Harry. What danger is in here?" Dumfounded, Harry explained in one short sentence, " The final battle approaches, Voldemort is here, the battle of Hogwarts has begun" with a wave of Harry's hand, he disappeared. Dumbledore, taking Harry's hint walked to the staff table and muttered a spell and spoke to the hall, his voice high over the noise that now collected in the now raspy and tense.
" Prefects, take your houses to the dungeons, no one is to leave there until I return. I repeat, no one is to leave. Hermione Granger, Ronald, Virginia Weasley follow me to the front entrance, staff also. Serverus, you know what I want?"
After a pause, the tensing atmosphere choking those inside was relieved when Snape stood up and nodded to the headmaster. With a flick of his wand he was dressed in death eaters robes and stalked out of the hall. Draco Malfoy and all the Slitherins were staring open-mouthed at the potions professor and as they saw him leave they all stood up and bowed him out of the hall. The Gryffindor's meanwhile were all looking expectantly at Dumbledore who shook his head and motioned for the orders he had issued to be carried out. Hermione and Ron followed by Ginny walked with the staff and Dumbledore to the front entrance. The walk seemed an eternity for the crowd of people. Their feet echoing on the hard stone floor as they filed through the corridors. The imminent war that loomed and the constant auror of death and destruction simmered in the air as they reached the final part of their destination.
Harry stood pristine on the front of the Hogwarts grounds. He was clad in white and a wand in his hand. He looked determined, yet; there was a hint of anger, revenge and thirst of murdering the wizard that had killed his parents when he was only an infant. He had waited for this moment all his life and finally it was happening, the final battle had come and it was clear that Harry had planned for the moment, under the direction of Dumbledore and many ministry officials, although now he wanted to do it himself and save the upcoming battle. He had saved lives by having the students put into the dungeons, where death eaters could not touch them. Voldemort could have his blood but he would not allow for the murderous fiend to wreak havoc on his friends and peers, as well as his teachers.
A clap of thunder rolled over-head as he waited for Voldemort to appear from the distance with his so-called army. Harry wasn't sacred by the death eaters anymore. He and Voldemort alone would fight this fight.
Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Dumbledore and all the staff of Hogwarts walked into the electric atmosphere watching Harry. Dumbledore knew he held no power to control Harry any longer. It was finally his battle and all the teachers and his friends could do was watching what he would do. Hermione stood still, too amazed to watch what was happening, the surge of electricity gave the battlefield a Sci-Fi feel to it. Clouds of black, thick smoke-like edges moved pristinely across the sky. The sun no longer shined. The rain had not yet started but Harry held his stance waiting, almost hoping Voldemort would come quickly.
After an hour Voldemort appeared. He was as ugly and unsightly as one was accustomed to. His blood red eyes, searing through the crowd gathered at the front of Hogwarts. Voldemort's faithful death eaters were at one side, awaiting their masters' command. The command did not come. Meanwhile Harry stood emotionless as usual, with his wand at his side. The picture was surreal, with the electrical power rolling off him with a magnitude that astounded onlookers. The death eaters looked on hesitantly when they felt a surge of the power emitting from their nemesis.
The battle had begun.
Curses and hexes flew through the sky Harry wandered seamlessly through them and stood right in front of the Dark Lord himself. Casting a shield he looked into the red square eyes, full of menace and hate. As Harry gazed into those eyes he realised their was something missing. Something that he knew would never exist in this man's eyes. This was the man's weakness and he knew he could have fought this weakness if he had not yet hatched a plan to kill him, but he had and it had taken most of his holiday and sixth year to do so.
Voldemort looked calm. His wand held by his side as he too looked upon Harry with a sharp despising gaze. Unrelenting Harry spoke, pulsing all his energy into this one conversation, " I believe it is time I got rid of you. You killed my parents, my friends, and even your own family. What is it with you Tom? Why all the hate?" Voldemort looked stunned for a moment at the calm, yet deadly tone Harry was using.
The conversation flittered around subjects and finally Harry sensed it was coming to an end. With one final comment Harry held up his wand and Godric Gryffindor's sword. He clasped them together and muttered the ancient spell under his breath. The dome that covered them turned red. The energy emitting made the battle stop outside as they all watched anxiously as the final note was said. Blinding lights illuminated the entire dome and Harry stepped out as it exploded into the sky. Nothing more remained of Lord Voldemort and the wizarding world finally could live in peace.
Harry stepped out still looking grave. No one understood why, and no one asked why. His last parting comment rattled the whole of the Hogwarts ground. Finally Harry walked away.
*** End of Flashback ***
It was midnight as Harry slept on the cold dungeon floor that someone entered the room. The figure gazed upon him and leant beside him. With one stroke of his jet black hair the figure lifted him off the floor. Harry was fast asleep and only dreamt of it, not really realising it was actually true.
Harry woke to the smell of bacon and his eyes flittered around the room as to where he was. It looked like he was out on a moor but he knew better than that. This was a room charmed to look like the moors. As Harry started to get up there was a faint knock at the door. Harry had sense enough to reply to enter. What he saw next made his heart jump a thousand miles high. Serverus Snape had walked into the room. Wearing a pair of black boot-cut trousers and white t-shirt. Harry didn't recognise Snape as he had changed his appearance into his natural figure, which was to say the least HOT. Harry wondered who it was. The long ebony curls that reached to the floor. Those bright green-onyx eyes shimmered with amusement and friendliness. Stammering slightly Harry asked as politely as possible, " S.sor.rry may I umm ask you what your name is?" The figure laughed softly and as not to startle Harry he sat down and looked softly into his eyes, " Why don't you guess Mr Potter. I am sure you can that much, can you not?" Harry looked bewildered and confused. The young man at the side of him smiled with amusement. Finally, not getting any more speech from the boy Snape finally revealed himself, " Mr Potter, I am Professor Snape. I am a shape-shifter (I know, OOC, but hey, people change) and this is my natural form. I just choose not to display it in front of you. You are in my guest room. I trust you enough not to shout about where you have been?" Harry sat looking shocked but nodded curtly.
A few minutes of looking at the new Snape Harry realised what Dumbledore had meant about him. Burning with curiosity, something he thought he would never regain he asked, " Professor, umm, you look good. Umm what am I going to do now, sir? Surely you do not want me in here any longer than you have to?" Snape smiled, and got up from the chair. He walked towards Harry and replied, flicking a stray hair out of Harry's eyes, " Mr Potter. I am not the man you think I am. I display that to the students because I look so much like my mother and it pains me to let anyone see it. He killed my mother when I was thirteen years old. I had loved my mother very much and I missed her when he killed her, and then it was him that led me to the dark side. You and Professor Dumbledore are the only two people who know about it. I am normally a very sentimental person, and seeing you lying on the cold dungeon floor and freezing to death, well, I couldn't leave you. I just hope Mr Potter, that you can forgive me for my absolutely horrid behaviour." With that Snape walked out of the door. Harry could hear him crying softly through the wall. It astounded Harry that Snape was actually a person and not just a horrid potions teacher. Harry finally sought an avid respect for the potions master and secretly vowed to never tell anyone of his actual form.
Harry decided to change and when he had done, so he walked into the room. Not knowing whether to sit or stand looked around at the masses of books. His attention caught on a new book. It was thick and it had many volumes to it. Looking more intently at the cover he read the spine, 'Hogwarts Year Book: 1999' looking away from the book he moved on looking around. The quarters were bright, pictures all over the walls. They were of two people. A woman with jet-black hair, onyx eyes, and a pale skin complexion. The other of a younger woman, with black hair, and bright onyx-grey eyes.
*** In the Great Hall Snape was back to his original form. Harry looked at him and with a discreet nod of his head made sure that Snape's secret was safe. Snape nodded and smiled slightly at him, although the sneer was in place a second later.
Christmas was approaching and Harry became more and more tired. He had started to fall asleep in class. The teachers knew it was a side effect of his 'awakening' and had instructed his friends to take him back to Gryffindor tower. This behaviour had astounded all the students. Harry, on the other hand was going about his business as usual, although he noticed a certain auror of danger around the castle and he couldn't understand why that he had fallen asleep in class. Puzzled he ploughed on and Christmas was only three days away.
On the next Harry was called to Dumbledore's office. Wandering through the castle Harry took in many pretty pictures that he had not noticed before. He was astonished to find the castle very pretty. Eyes locking with Dumbledore's door he knocked. A faint 'come in' announced to Harry that he should enter. A feeling of foreboding welling in him like a siren drawing ships into the murky abyss of the underworld.
Dumbledore looked nervous, understandably as he was dealing with a boy who could control the weather, and elements. Moving towards the headmaster Harry sat down and looked worriedly at the headmaster. His green eyes blazing with anticipation stared intently for several minutes. Thunder rolled overhead and the headmaster told him to calm down. Confused Harry asked in muffled voice, " What is it you want headmaster? I don't understand, I am calm and I do not see why you have told me to do so."
Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes looked sad and happy in unison. Though his thoughts betrayed that notion. Thinking he should tell Harry now, he took a deep breath and walked to the fireplace. Muttering a few words he returned to Harry. Sitting on his chair, the air becoming more and more stressed he spoke, " Harry. there is something I wish to tell you. It is very important that you understand and accept the truth for what it is. Firstly, I am waiting for Prof. Snape, as he will be able to explain more than I and I need some help in case you decide to let out your emotions." Harry was confused to say the least but he understood. The office had become the hell on earth no one knew about. Harry felt he would burst with anger if it didn't get sorted. Waiting and listening, ten minutes later Serverus Snape walked into the office, his 'potions master' face on. Harry smiled politely and Snape sat down.
Dumbledore started to explain, " Harry, you are to put it bluntly, a guardian of the elements. You have the power to control the four elements and without proper training you shall be a danger to us but I am at liberty to say that Serverus has made contact with the angels to help train you. Your powers will come into effect on Christmas day. I have sent the entire student population home tonight and they will return after the holiday is over. It is then that you have a choice to make. You can either live here and be with your friends, with the side effect that you shall rely heavily on the elements to survive or." a pause ensued and Snape Spoke, " You may come with me to the land of the angels where you will be able to live normally, yet the only contact you shall have is with me or Prof. Dumbledore."
Silence reigned and Harry was left to think his options over, to stay, or to go away and be happy somewhere. The choices in his head fought over him.
" I think I will."
End of chapter!!! Hope you enjoyed, update soon!! Please R&R