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Chapter 2: The return of Harry Potter the crow
Harry didn't want to just leave Ron like that, but he wasn't ready for the other students to know of his return yet. He didn't want to put them through more pain then he already had. He hadn't even meant for Ron to see him, but he couldn't let his best friend beat himself up over a death that he would have had no power to prevent.
The once familiar halls of Hogwarts now seemed foreign to him. This was no longer his home; he no longer had a home.
Stopping he looked around, his feet had led him to the entrance of the kitchens. "There are some good memories here."
Reaching up he tickled the pear and watched as it transformed into the familiar large silver handle. Pulling it open he stepped inside. He surprisingly not surrounded by house elves. Surprised Harry looked around, not a single House elf was to be seen.
"Dobby? Winky?"
"Yes, young master."
Harry could have recognized that voice a mile away.
"Dobby?" Dobby appeared in front of Harry, though he looked kind of nervous.
"Dobby." Harry said smiling; he kneeled down to Dobby's level. "Dobby, it's me Harry."
Dobby's eyes instantly lit up. "Harry Potter sir is alive!" "Well not really.... OOPPHH! I'm glad to see you again Dobby but could you please let go, I may not be totally alive but I still need to breathe."
Dobby let go and looked up at Harry with tears in his round luminous eyes. "But how is Harry Potter alive but not alive." That was when Dobby noticed the crow that was currently sitting on what would be the Slytherin table.
"A crow. Why is a crow fallowing Harry Potter...arou...nd" Dobby's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.
"Harry Potter is just like Master Snape. The Crow is the carrier of the souls, if the crow is here with Harry Potter, that means Harry Potter is back to avenge his death and his loved ones death." Harry smiled gently at Dobby. "Yes Dobby."
"I must say that is quiet a surprise. I thought that was only a legend, I never realized that, that was the reason Severus disappeared like that."
Harry straightened up faster then anyone had ever seen. He stood stock still as Dumbledore came to stand in front of him.
"Harry."
Harry mentally sighed, raising his eyes to look into Dumbledore's light blue eyes. They held a sad sparkle.
"Headmaster i..."
Dumbledore held up a hand. "it is I who should be apologizing, I should have realized she was here. It would have never happened if I had listened to that little voice inside my head."
Harry couldn't help but chuckle.
"They say it's never good to listen to that little voice in your head." Dumbledore gave a small sad laugh.
"I truly am sorry Harry, I have screwed up so much since the beginning, now I'll never be able to make it up to you."
"Professor, I don't blame you for what happened, I never have and never will. I understand why you did the things you did. Professor don't blame yourself, it's no one's fault."
Dumbledore nodded his head, though his eyes still held that sad look.
"Harry, I hope you can find peace." Harry nodded, and was suddenly engulfed in a hug. Shocked at first all Harry could do was stand there, finally he rapped his arms around the old man.
"It almost killed me when I came into your dorm to find you lying on your bed motionless. I'd love you like you were one of my grandchildren. When I saw you there I felt as if my heart had been ripped out. I blamed my self for your death. A part of me died that night with you."
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had always seen Dumbledore as a grandfather figure, just as Sirius had been a father figure to him. To hear this caused his heart to ace.
Dumbledore was the first to pull away.
"It's good to see you again, the make up adds to the look."
Harry laughed. "You're the first person to say they like the makeup, there's a very common name that I've heard so far. I'm the mime from hell." Dumbledore smiled and chuckled. "I can see where they got the idea from." "Hey you old coot, that ain't nice."
"Harry, would you like to have some tea."
"That would be great Headmaster."
"Albus."
"Sir?"
Dumbledore chuckled. "Harry, as much as it pains me to say this, you are no longer my student, and I am no longer your professor. So please call me Albus."
"Alright Albus."
Smiling Albus led a confused Harry out of the kitchens and up the marble staircase.
"Where are we going?"
"I thought we would have tea with an old friend." They stopped directly in front of the DADA professor's office. Dumbledore gently rapped on the door. There were a couple seconds of silence before the door was opened.
"Hello Albus, this is an unexpected surprise. May I ask the occasion?" Lupin said.
Dumbledore grabbed hold of a retreating Harry's shirt collar. "I was wondering if we may join you for a cup of tea."
Lupin looked taken aback but moved aside.
"Why certainly, please come in."
Lupin watched as Dumbledore practically had to drag a strange young man in behind him. Albus and the man sat down in two overstuffed chairs by the fire, Lupin took the seat directly across from the strange young man, that with the paint on his face reminded him greatly of a mime form hell.
With a wave of his wand, Albus summoned three cups of warm tea.
"So Remus, how have you been today." Lupin gave a heavy sigh.
"It's been one year since we placed Harry in the earth. He was my last true friend; I don't think I'll ever get over the pain of loosing him. He was like a son to me."
Remus took a sip from his tea and turned to Albus.
"How rude of me, Albus who is your friend."
Harry kept his head bowed and away, mainly so Remus didn't see him crying.
"Remus, it is a long story that I can not explain, so I think our young Harry should tell you it."
Harry heard Remus gasp, but kept his head down. He felt so ashamed, for what he didn't know. Was it because he left all the ones he loved behind? He didn't know.
"Harry.... is that really you." Harry saw out of the corner of his Lupin move to kneel right in front of him.
"Please Harry... Please tell me it's you. Please Harry."
Harry looked up into Remus amber eyes, and felt himself crack.
"Remus."
It was he this time that latched onto the person.
Harry almost couldn't take the heartache anymore. It hurt too much to see the people he loved most in pain because of him.
Unlike with the others no words were spoken. Both just held each other and cried.
"Harry, please come to the great hall for breakfast tomorrow." With that Dumbledore left the two alone.
For hours Harry and Remus sat on the couch in total silence.
"Harry, I don't care how or why your back, only that you are back. Though I have to admit the mime from hell face paint is a little unnerving."
Harry laughed and clutched onto Remus tighter. "You know your like the hundredth person to tell me that. Albus is the only one that actually thought it was cool looking."
It was then that Albus' words sunk in. "Albus wants me to join him for breakfast tomorrow in the great hall. I don't know If I can do that." Remus was about to say something when a large crow gave out a loud shrill.
"What the heck..."
Harry stood, his face a completely emotionless mask. "Harry what is going on?"
"Remus stay here. I'll be back." Harry closed his eyes as the crow took off out into the hall.
"Remus, can you transfigure a sword for me."
"Why?"
"Remus just do it."
Taken aback Remus quickly transfigured one of the teacups into a Katana. Harry took it from him and moved out into the hall.
Wormtail, I know you're here. You can run, and you can hide, you can also die.
Harry raced along the halls as silently as a ghost, Wormtail was heading towards the Gryffindor tower.
Oh no you don't
Harry rounded the corner and there currently trying to fight off his crow was Wormtail.
"Don't you know it's bad luck to pick on those weaker then you."
Wormtail turned frightened watery eyes onto Harry. His silver hand glinted in the fading candlelight.
"Who are you?" He stuttered, taking several steps back at the same time drawing his wand.
"You don't recognize the son of the friend you betrayed."
Wormtail's eyes grew to the size of Dobby's eyes.
"But how...you're dead, Bellatrix killed you over a year ago...ARRGGGGG."
Wormtail never finished as Harry drove his sword through Wormtail's throat.
"this is for all the pain you have brought to people that trusted you."
Giving one final twist of the blade Harry pulled the blade from his throat and watched Wormtail fall to the ground dead. Blood slowly soaking the carpet around him.
"One down, three to go."
Harry turned and walked down the hall leaving behind Wormtail's body and the symbol of the crow in his blood behind.
Chapter 2: The return of Harry Potter the crow
Harry didn't want to just leave Ron like that, but he wasn't ready for the other students to know of his return yet. He didn't want to put them through more pain then he already had. He hadn't even meant for Ron to see him, but he couldn't let his best friend beat himself up over a death that he would have had no power to prevent.
The once familiar halls of Hogwarts now seemed foreign to him. This was no longer his home; he no longer had a home.
Stopping he looked around, his feet had led him to the entrance of the kitchens. "There are some good memories here."
Reaching up he tickled the pear and watched as it transformed into the familiar large silver handle. Pulling it open he stepped inside. He surprisingly not surrounded by house elves. Surprised Harry looked around, not a single House elf was to be seen.
"Dobby? Winky?"
"Yes, young master."
Harry could have recognized that voice a mile away.
"Dobby?" Dobby appeared in front of Harry, though he looked kind of nervous.
"Dobby." Harry said smiling; he kneeled down to Dobby's level. "Dobby, it's me Harry."
Dobby's eyes instantly lit up. "Harry Potter sir is alive!" "Well not really.... OOPPHH! I'm glad to see you again Dobby but could you please let go, I may not be totally alive but I still need to breathe."
Dobby let go and looked up at Harry with tears in his round luminous eyes. "But how is Harry Potter alive but not alive." That was when Dobby noticed the crow that was currently sitting on what would be the Slytherin table.
"A crow. Why is a crow fallowing Harry Potter...arou...nd" Dobby's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.
"Harry Potter is just like Master Snape. The Crow is the carrier of the souls, if the crow is here with Harry Potter, that means Harry Potter is back to avenge his death and his loved ones death." Harry smiled gently at Dobby. "Yes Dobby."
"I must say that is quiet a surprise. I thought that was only a legend, I never realized that, that was the reason Severus disappeared like that."
Harry straightened up faster then anyone had ever seen. He stood stock still as Dumbledore came to stand in front of him.
"Harry."
Harry mentally sighed, raising his eyes to look into Dumbledore's light blue eyes. They held a sad sparkle.
"Headmaster i..."
Dumbledore held up a hand. "it is I who should be apologizing, I should have realized she was here. It would have never happened if I had listened to that little voice inside my head."
Harry couldn't help but chuckle.
"They say it's never good to listen to that little voice in your head." Dumbledore gave a small sad laugh.
"I truly am sorry Harry, I have screwed up so much since the beginning, now I'll never be able to make it up to you."
"Professor, I don't blame you for what happened, I never have and never will. I understand why you did the things you did. Professor don't blame yourself, it's no one's fault."
Dumbledore nodded his head, though his eyes still held that sad look.
"Harry, I hope you can find peace." Harry nodded, and was suddenly engulfed in a hug. Shocked at first all Harry could do was stand there, finally he rapped his arms around the old man.
"It almost killed me when I came into your dorm to find you lying on your bed motionless. I'd love you like you were one of my grandchildren. When I saw you there I felt as if my heart had been ripped out. I blamed my self for your death. A part of me died that night with you."
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had always seen Dumbledore as a grandfather figure, just as Sirius had been a father figure to him. To hear this caused his heart to ace.
Dumbledore was the first to pull away.
"It's good to see you again, the make up adds to the look."
Harry laughed. "You're the first person to say they like the makeup, there's a very common name that I've heard so far. I'm the mime from hell." Dumbledore smiled and chuckled. "I can see where they got the idea from." "Hey you old coot, that ain't nice."
"Harry, would you like to have some tea."
"That would be great Headmaster."
"Albus."
"Sir?"
Dumbledore chuckled. "Harry, as much as it pains me to say this, you are no longer my student, and I am no longer your professor. So please call me Albus."
"Alright Albus."
Smiling Albus led a confused Harry out of the kitchens and up the marble staircase.
"Where are we going?"
"I thought we would have tea with an old friend." They stopped directly in front of the DADA professor's office. Dumbledore gently rapped on the door. There were a couple seconds of silence before the door was opened.
"Hello Albus, this is an unexpected surprise. May I ask the occasion?" Lupin said.
Dumbledore grabbed hold of a retreating Harry's shirt collar. "I was wondering if we may join you for a cup of tea."
Lupin looked taken aback but moved aside.
"Why certainly, please come in."
Lupin watched as Dumbledore practically had to drag a strange young man in behind him. Albus and the man sat down in two overstuffed chairs by the fire, Lupin took the seat directly across from the strange young man, that with the paint on his face reminded him greatly of a mime form hell.
With a wave of his wand, Albus summoned three cups of warm tea.
"So Remus, how have you been today." Lupin gave a heavy sigh.
"It's been one year since we placed Harry in the earth. He was my last true friend; I don't think I'll ever get over the pain of loosing him. He was like a son to me."
Remus took a sip from his tea and turned to Albus.
"How rude of me, Albus who is your friend."
Harry kept his head bowed and away, mainly so Remus didn't see him crying.
"Remus, it is a long story that I can not explain, so I think our young Harry should tell you it."
Harry heard Remus gasp, but kept his head down. He felt so ashamed, for what he didn't know. Was it because he left all the ones he loved behind? He didn't know.
"Harry.... is that really you." Harry saw out of the corner of his Lupin move to kneel right in front of him.
"Please Harry... Please tell me it's you. Please Harry."
Harry looked up into Remus amber eyes, and felt himself crack.
"Remus."
It was he this time that latched onto the person.
Harry almost couldn't take the heartache anymore. It hurt too much to see the people he loved most in pain because of him.
Unlike with the others no words were spoken. Both just held each other and cried.
"Harry, please come to the great hall for breakfast tomorrow." With that Dumbledore left the two alone.
For hours Harry and Remus sat on the couch in total silence.
"Harry, I don't care how or why your back, only that you are back. Though I have to admit the mime from hell face paint is a little unnerving."
Harry laughed and clutched onto Remus tighter. "You know your like the hundredth person to tell me that. Albus is the only one that actually thought it was cool looking."
It was then that Albus' words sunk in. "Albus wants me to join him for breakfast tomorrow in the great hall. I don't know If I can do that." Remus was about to say something when a large crow gave out a loud shrill.
"What the heck..."
Harry stood, his face a completely emotionless mask. "Harry what is going on?"
"Remus stay here. I'll be back." Harry closed his eyes as the crow took off out into the hall.
"Remus, can you transfigure a sword for me."
"Why?"
"Remus just do it."
Taken aback Remus quickly transfigured one of the teacups into a Katana. Harry took it from him and moved out into the hall.
Wormtail, I know you're here. You can run, and you can hide, you can also die.
Harry raced along the halls as silently as a ghost, Wormtail was heading towards the Gryffindor tower.
Oh no you don't
Harry rounded the corner and there currently trying to fight off his crow was Wormtail.
"Don't you know it's bad luck to pick on those weaker then you."
Wormtail turned frightened watery eyes onto Harry. His silver hand glinted in the fading candlelight.
"Who are you?" He stuttered, taking several steps back at the same time drawing his wand.
"You don't recognize the son of the friend you betrayed."
Wormtail's eyes grew to the size of Dobby's eyes.
"But how...you're dead, Bellatrix killed you over a year ago...ARRGGGGG."
Wormtail never finished as Harry drove his sword through Wormtail's throat.
"this is for all the pain you have brought to people that trusted you."
Giving one final twist of the blade Harry pulled the blade from his throat and watched Wormtail fall to the ground dead. Blood slowly soaking the carpet around him.
"One down, three to go."
Harry turned and walked down the hall leaving behind Wormtail's body and the symbol of the crow in his blood behind.