Author's Note:/u Hullo! Well, I was in the mood to write again after watching the 3rd movie, Prizoner of Azkaban, and finally reading the fifth book. Yes, this is all about spoiling the fifth book, as it will only make sense to those who have read it. You "might" say this is my version of a fake 6th book... maybe a good read for you to pass the time before the REAL 6th book (yipeee! JK, write, write please!) -- and it's also... well, because i think Harry deserves someone better than Cho Chang. I apologize ahead of time to the Cho Chang fans, but its... just... she's not strong enough to handle someone like Harry, in my view anyhoots... so, yes yes, expect more of a romance in this. Don't expect anything remotely near R-Rated or NC-17 though, i'm trying to keep the same old magic the Harry Potter has, a G-PG13 rated atmosphere. =) Happy Reading and Please Review! - Kat aka Taranis
HARRY POTTER AND THE VEIL OF SORROWS
Chapter 1: Back To Hogwarts
by: Taranis808
"I – er – heard that she's going out with someone else now," said Hermione tentatively.
Harry was surprised to find that this information did not hurt at all. Wanting to impress Cho seemed to belong to a past that was no longer quite connected with him. So much of what he had wanted before Sirius's death felt that way these days… (The Order of the Phoenix, pg. 865)/b
It was the first of September. Harry looked rather tired, even as the summer had passed rather quickly this time around. He constantly thought of Sirius, wondering every night about his godfather and where he was during the afterlife… his last conversation with Headless Nick replayed in his mind. The voices behind the veil that Luna Lovegood had mentioned also gave him a twinge of hope. Harry hoped Sirius wasn't lonely, like he was, as he glanced at the shattered mirror Sirius once gave him. He wished that he had used it that night, that night that Sirius died. As much as Dumbledore tried to make Harry understand that it wasn't his fault, Harry still felt the guilt as a burden upon his shoulders. The prophecy suddenly made Harry create another negative one for himself, it seemed that everything he cared about was doomed to be lost.
The Dursley family was forced to stop their insults, which, in all fairness had indeed made a difference to Harry's summer. They kept him out of their conversations, afraid to have Mad-Eyed Moody storming in with his wand. This suited Harry fine. His inner grief was enough without having to manhandle outside conflict.
The Dark Lord was back with a vengeance and was pulling an army together that all wizards now knew about. It was a war Harry expected once he stepped back into Hogwarts. His dreams hadn't stopped completely, once and a while his scar would throb with pain, knowing that Voldemort had less hold of him since Dumbledore's interference. For how long this "lack" of hold would last, he did not know.
Harry expected a lot more difficulty in both school work and with news buzzing around constantly, than the last. It was their 6th year, one year before their N.E.W.T's were to be placed before them, and Harry knew he would have to work harder this year to achieve a career as an Auror.
Harry trotted over to where he could see the Weasley family, Ron turning around and smiling widely at him. "Harry! Harry! How was your summer? Lupin told me Mad-Eye gave the Dursley's quite a scare that they treated you real well!" Ron, had indeed, grown another inch or two since the last time Harry saw him. Harry forced a grin, yes, he was happy to see Ron again, but all this anticipation with all news buzzing around him wasn't making him feel too joyful about going back to school quite yet.
Ginny waved as she was talking quietly to her now new boyfriend, Dean Thomas. "Er, it was… alright, quiet…" Harry responded before being grabbed into a tight hug by Mrs. Weasley.
"Harry! Oh Harry dear, how have you been? Mr. Weasley is doing much better progress now that the Order is openly running. It's a new bustle of word amongst the good wizards! Ah, Lupin, Moody and Tonks wanted me to tell you that they're up to here with work! But that they will visit you sometime soon, oh don't look so aghast Harry-"
"HARRY!" A loud greeting came from a pretty young girl running to catch up. Crookshanks hung onto her trolley for dear life. "RON!"
Both Harry and Ron's jaws dropped. It was left to Mrs. Weasley and Ginny to greet Hermione, "Hello Hermione!" Hermione stopped, grinning at Harry and Ron whose mouths were still agape.
"Hello Ginny, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione ignored their stares, picking up Crookshanks and lifting her as they placed their bags into the train's compartment. "My parents let me go to the Library Cruise! It was delightful, I was finally able to pick up some books for my classes ahead of time for the seventh year, Mrs. McGonagall sent my lists ahead-"
Ron's mouth closed quickly, he squinted instead, "You were on a Library Cruise? And you found it ifun/i?"
Hermione looked at Ron unblinkingly, "Why of course, I was able to study some very tricky spells that will be useful for the N.E.W.T's-"
"That's still in a year!" Ron argued, rolling his eyes. Harry looked from one to the other, and suddenly a wide grin replaced his open mouth. It was the first thing that warmed Harry's heart, loud squawking noises from two of his best friends never sounded so pleasant.
Hermione and Ron ignored Harry's sudden grin as they walked onto the train, saying goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, still in mid-argument. Harry smiled at Mrs. Weasley as her happy demeanor suddenly turned to concern. "You take care in Hogwarts this year Harry, You-Know-Who has plans brewing and I want you to be safe. I want a healthy young boy coming back, alright? I don't want what happened to your godfather happening to you."
Harry stared at Mrs. Weasley for a moment. It took all his energy to nod. For a split second he hadn't been thinking about Sirius Black, and he felt guilty. He had allowed a moment of happiness to seep in when he should have been feeling nothing of the sort. His eagerness was a lie, as was the rest of the smiles and hello's he gave to students as he followed Ron and Hermione towards an empty compartment.
All Harry wished for now was to be able to see Sirius again. He regretted not having been able to live with him, not allowing Sirius to have come with him to Hogsmeade… If he was going to die any way, Harry wished it was a happier death. One he wanted, one that he should have had lying soundly in bed with Harry by his side. Not by Bellatrix. Twelve whole years Sirius had spent in Azkaban, and yet he fought on, he was the best man Harry had ever met… and he had died so wrongly. iThe death wasn't worthy of Sirius,/i Harry's thoughts repeated over and over again. iI want Sirius back. I want so much to talk to him. I miss you Sirius… I'm sorry for letting you die. I'm going to kill Voldemort, and I'm going to make him, Pettigrew, Bellatrix and the rest of the death eaters suffer. They will suffer a hundred more than you have./i
Hermione and Ron had stopped bickering, looking curiously at Harry who was scowling. They looked at each other before poking Harry out of his trance.
"Er, Harry, you alright mate?" Ron asked, looking at him with a slight smile. Harry looked up towards the both of them, nodding his head.
Hermione looked at Ron, both of them reminded about the loss of Sirius Black. The trip to Hogwarts remained silent. Hermione and Ron coughed quietly, getting up. This was the time that Harry was thankful that both his best friends had been awarded as prefects during their fifth year, as they excused themselves to go and patrol the corridors.
Harry sat alone, looking out the window.
HARRY POTTER AND THE VEIL OF SORROWS
Chapter 1: Back To Hogwarts
by: Taranis808
"I – er – heard that she's going out with someone else now," said Hermione tentatively.
Harry was surprised to find that this information did not hurt at all. Wanting to impress Cho seemed to belong to a past that was no longer quite connected with him. So much of what he had wanted before Sirius's death felt that way these days… (The Order of the Phoenix, pg. 865)/b
It was the first of September. Harry looked rather tired, even as the summer had passed rather quickly this time around. He constantly thought of Sirius, wondering every night about his godfather and where he was during the afterlife… his last conversation with Headless Nick replayed in his mind. The voices behind the veil that Luna Lovegood had mentioned also gave him a twinge of hope. Harry hoped Sirius wasn't lonely, like he was, as he glanced at the shattered mirror Sirius once gave him. He wished that he had used it that night, that night that Sirius died. As much as Dumbledore tried to make Harry understand that it wasn't his fault, Harry still felt the guilt as a burden upon his shoulders. The prophecy suddenly made Harry create another negative one for himself, it seemed that everything he cared about was doomed to be lost.
The Dursley family was forced to stop their insults, which, in all fairness had indeed made a difference to Harry's summer. They kept him out of their conversations, afraid to have Mad-Eyed Moody storming in with his wand. This suited Harry fine. His inner grief was enough without having to manhandle outside conflict.
The Dark Lord was back with a vengeance and was pulling an army together that all wizards now knew about. It was a war Harry expected once he stepped back into Hogwarts. His dreams hadn't stopped completely, once and a while his scar would throb with pain, knowing that Voldemort had less hold of him since Dumbledore's interference. For how long this "lack" of hold would last, he did not know.
Harry expected a lot more difficulty in both school work and with news buzzing around constantly, than the last. It was their 6th year, one year before their N.E.W.T's were to be placed before them, and Harry knew he would have to work harder this year to achieve a career as an Auror.
Harry trotted over to where he could see the Weasley family, Ron turning around and smiling widely at him. "Harry! Harry! How was your summer? Lupin told me Mad-Eye gave the Dursley's quite a scare that they treated you real well!" Ron, had indeed, grown another inch or two since the last time Harry saw him. Harry forced a grin, yes, he was happy to see Ron again, but all this anticipation with all news buzzing around him wasn't making him feel too joyful about going back to school quite yet.
Ginny waved as she was talking quietly to her now new boyfriend, Dean Thomas. "Er, it was… alright, quiet…" Harry responded before being grabbed into a tight hug by Mrs. Weasley.
"Harry! Oh Harry dear, how have you been? Mr. Weasley is doing much better progress now that the Order is openly running. It's a new bustle of word amongst the good wizards! Ah, Lupin, Moody and Tonks wanted me to tell you that they're up to here with work! But that they will visit you sometime soon, oh don't look so aghast Harry-"
"HARRY!" A loud greeting came from a pretty young girl running to catch up. Crookshanks hung onto her trolley for dear life. "RON!"
Both Harry and Ron's jaws dropped. It was left to Mrs. Weasley and Ginny to greet Hermione, "Hello Hermione!" Hermione stopped, grinning at Harry and Ron whose mouths were still agape.
"Hello Ginny, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione ignored their stares, picking up Crookshanks and lifting her as they placed their bags into the train's compartment. "My parents let me go to the Library Cruise! It was delightful, I was finally able to pick up some books for my classes ahead of time for the seventh year, Mrs. McGonagall sent my lists ahead-"
Ron's mouth closed quickly, he squinted instead, "You were on a Library Cruise? And you found it ifun/i?"
Hermione looked at Ron unblinkingly, "Why of course, I was able to study some very tricky spells that will be useful for the N.E.W.T's-"
"That's still in a year!" Ron argued, rolling his eyes. Harry looked from one to the other, and suddenly a wide grin replaced his open mouth. It was the first thing that warmed Harry's heart, loud squawking noises from two of his best friends never sounded so pleasant.
Hermione and Ron ignored Harry's sudden grin as they walked onto the train, saying goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, still in mid-argument. Harry smiled at Mrs. Weasley as her happy demeanor suddenly turned to concern. "You take care in Hogwarts this year Harry, You-Know-Who has plans brewing and I want you to be safe. I want a healthy young boy coming back, alright? I don't want what happened to your godfather happening to you."
Harry stared at Mrs. Weasley for a moment. It took all his energy to nod. For a split second he hadn't been thinking about Sirius Black, and he felt guilty. He had allowed a moment of happiness to seep in when he should have been feeling nothing of the sort. His eagerness was a lie, as was the rest of the smiles and hello's he gave to students as he followed Ron and Hermione towards an empty compartment.
All Harry wished for now was to be able to see Sirius again. He regretted not having been able to live with him, not allowing Sirius to have come with him to Hogsmeade… If he was going to die any way, Harry wished it was a happier death. One he wanted, one that he should have had lying soundly in bed with Harry by his side. Not by Bellatrix. Twelve whole years Sirius had spent in Azkaban, and yet he fought on, he was the best man Harry had ever met… and he had died so wrongly. iThe death wasn't worthy of Sirius,/i Harry's thoughts repeated over and over again. iI want Sirius back. I want so much to talk to him. I miss you Sirius… I'm sorry for letting you die. I'm going to kill Voldemort, and I'm going to make him, Pettigrew, Bellatrix and the rest of the death eaters suffer. They will suffer a hundred more than you have./i
Hermione and Ron had stopped bickering, looking curiously at Harry who was scowling. They looked at each other before poking Harry out of his trance.
"Er, Harry, you alright mate?" Ron asked, looking at him with a slight smile. Harry looked up towards the both of them, nodding his head.
Hermione looked at Ron, both of them reminded about the loss of Sirius Black. The trip to Hogwarts remained silent. Hermione and Ron coughed quietly, getting up. This was the time that Harry was thankful that both his best friends had been awarded as prefects during their fifth year, as they excused themselves to go and patrol the corridors.
Harry sat alone, looking out the window.