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Harry Potter and the Chariots of Light

Chapter 2

"Potter wake up. Wake-y, wake-y Potter. C'mon, get up," SMACK! The sound resounded around the room, finally rousing Harry out of his slumber. Above him loomed a face he hoped was a dream. A face he loathed only to one… thing. There was Peter Pettigrew standing above him. 

Harry scrambled away, which was quite difficult with a throbbing pain in his head and in his drunken state. He finally escaped the reach of Pettigrew, and finding his wand, now aiming directly at his family's traitor. However, Harry was wandless in a matter of seconds, as Pettigrew did a simple flick with his wand, sending Harry's away.

"What are you doing here?" Harry slurred out. He didn't care if Pettigrew was going to kill him. Well, he did, he just didn't care if he died.

"Don't fret Potter, I'm not here to kill you," he said in an even voice, and then switched gears, "I remember when James used to get drunk every night. All sixth year in fact, when Lily got a new boyfriend. He was crushed; we all were in fact. Each of us had a crush on her, maybe not to James' extent, but it was there all the same," he gave a sigh of remembering the old times.

"How dare you speak about my parents and Sirius and Professor Lupin like they're still your friends? You sold the out you bastard!" Harry yelled. He didn't speak up until then, because even though it was Pettigrew saying this, it was valuable information nonetheless.

"I've all of them longer than you have, so I think I have more right than you to speak of them in what ever way I want," he said now with ice in his voice.

Harry didn't care about his pettiness. He just wanted to know why he was there. "Why are you here?"

"Don't get me wrong, it's not because I love you or care about you or anything like that," he sneered, "but so I can finally repay my debt to you."

"What?" Harry questioned.

"The Wizard's Debt I owe to you for sparing my life," he stated, "ever since you were born you have caused me nothing but grief. Since you were born I've had to join Voldemort, give up my best friends to Him, cause another to rot in Azkaban for twelve years, and another one to live a lonely twelve years. All because of you. If it wasn't for you I would have never been approached by Voldemort, and now, I have been removed from his service because he can smell the stench of my debt to you. He could feel my reluctance to do anything concerning you, because of this debt. Now, I can repay the favor.

"After searching for nine months, I have finally found you to repay my debt, and I shall begin now." He finally finished.

Harry thought of the gall this man had to name him the cause of all this grief. Coming from anyone else, Harry might have believed all the suffering was his fault, but now realized it was Pettigrew's. Because of his cowardice, he has caused all of this pain. Even his own, Harry realized, and now pitied Pettigrew along with his loathing.

"So, repay it," Harry said.

"I will, in due time. For now, though, I must assist you in the defeat of my master," he began, "Firstly, the next time you face him, which will be soon, I'm almost sure of it, you must summon your Patronus. It must be different though. Instead of thinking about happy memories, think of ones that are of loving, in essence. Voldemort hates love; he can't stand it. It won't destroy him, but will drive him off, maybe even hurt him if you're quick enough. Perhaps if you could combine happy and loving thoughts it might even be more potent.

"Secondly, the only way to kill Voldemort is with love," he elaborated more at seeing the repulsed face made by Harry, "not like that you fool. You must make a spell, a jinx, a charm, a curse, whatever that is nothing but love. In this, only can Voldemort perish. You must not let this information leak to anyone though. Making your own spell is highly dangerous, and highly illegal. Do not let Weasley or Granger in on this. You alone must do it. No help whatsoever, do you understand?" he finished with his question.

"Yes, but how do I make a spell?" Harry questioned. He noticed Pettigrew was starting to get nervous compared to his once calm exterior. It must be because of the sun rising, Harry thought.

"Go into the Restricted Section in the library. You might even try the Room of Requirement, you do know what that is, don't you?" he questioned.

"Yes, but how will I get into the Restricted Section?"

"Good, I thought you might have only inherited James' looks. Demand it from Dumbledore himself. Tell him if you are to defeat Voldemort that you're going to need all avenues of access. He will bend to your demand. My information tells me he is hurting badly from you blowing up at him."

Pettigrew was even twitchier than before. The sun was now fully up and Harry could see a couple of shadows creeping along the front lawn of the Dursley's. He was folding his hands over and over it was making Harry sick to his stomach watching it.

"And now for my last advice. Pay close attention to the spells you learn this year. They will be crucial to defeating Voldemort. When he was in school, he forgot about most of these spells, focusing more on more complex dark spells. If you can get enough power behind them, he won't be able to deflect them with his hand and might buy you sometime for thinking up a strategy. Also, remember how there is no shield or block for the Killing Curse? Well, think hard and carefully about the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort. There is an answer to that in that battle. And practice hard, very, extremely, I cannot stress this enough in Transfiguration. Do this as soon as possible and focus only a tad more on Defense Against the Dark Arts," he said in the most serious voice Harry ever heard, "and now to repay my debt…" he broke off and aimed out the window and screamed, "Avada Kedavra." Harry watched as the green beam passed harmlessly out the window, converging on a snowy white figure approaching Harry's window. Harry watched helplessly as they collided in midair, and instead of Hedwig falling to the ground, she exploded in green fire, leaving behind the Dark Mark.

Harry turned on Pettigrew only to find him smiling in a maniacally way. The door opened to show Moody and Tonks looking dumbstruck as Pettigrew held up a pin, showing what Harry saw as a Stag, Wolf, Dog, and Rat under a full moon. He gave one wave with his silver hand in a mocking way and disappeared with a 'pop.'

Tonks and Moody whirled on Harry, yelling at him to explain what was going on. Harry's head hurt from the yelling and his coming hangover. Tonks recognized the symptoms and immediately silence Moody and Stupefied Harry.

Harry awoke to voices coming above him. His head no longer hurt and he couldn't make out what the conversations were going on above him, so he finally decided to 'wake up.' As he did, he noticed all the voices quite almost immediately. He noticed that it seemed to be the highest-ranking members of the Order. Dumbledore was there, looking calm as always; along with Kingsley Shackelbolt, Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody, Mrs. Weasley (Harry didn't think she was too high in the Order, but she insisted on coming), and Remus Lupin. Harry was afraid of Lupin at the moment. He didn't know how he would react to the fact that he let the one person who caused them both so much pain to get away.

"Well, Harry," Dumbledore began, "would you like to tell why you have been drinking?"

"No, but you'll make me anyways, right?" Harry remarked.

"I'm afraid so," Dumbledore said.

"It makes it hurt not as much," Harry said.

"Just like James," Harry heard from Lupin. He looked like he had been sucking on the bottle as well. No one needed to be told to stop what from hurting because they understood, or as well as they thought, they did.

"How did you get it, Potter?" Moody questioned. "We would have seen you leave the house," he finished.

Instead of telling them, because Harry didn't know how to explain it, he showed them. He screwed his face in concentration, thinking of his 'Barney' face. He opened his eyes to see almost everyone's mouths open. Lupin had his eyes bugging out and Dumbledore had his eyebrows raised. Harry shook his head, shaking away the fake visage.

"How?" Lupin sputtered out.

"I don't know, ask Tonks, she does the same thing," Harry replied.

"He's a Metamorphmagus," she said.

Everyone seemed to get how Harry did his new face. "How did you figure out how to do that Harry," Dumbledore questioned. He always kept secrets from Harry, but he couldn't keep them from Dumbledore? Not this time. This was Harry's secret.

"I find that to be my own business, Headmaster," Harry said coolly.

"Harry, you may call me Albus, for now, we are not in school," Dumbledore said, seemingly to take the rejection in stride.

"I'd prefer not to, Headmaster," Harry now said with ice in his voice. The end of the last term still stung Harry. The Headmaster however seemed to take no notice of this, unlike everyone else in the room.

"Okay, Harry, but would you mind telling me where you put your bottles?" he questioned again in his even voice. He realized Harry still stung from their last encounter, and that it would be awhile if they ever got back to where they once were.

Harry looked around and noticed they were in the living room and not his room. He also noticed that the sun was close to setting. He got up, trudged to his room, and showed them in.

"Here they are," Harry said. He didn't say it in ashamed voice, because he wasn't ashamed of himself.

"Well, where are they?" Tonks asked.

"They're the flowers," Harry said.

"Harry, how did you transfigure them?" Dumbledore questioned.

"That, Headmaster, I find, does not concern you or anyone here for that matter," Harry said.

"Harry," Mrs. Weasley admonished, "that is no way to talk to Professor Dumbledore. You have been short with him since you've woken up, now I don't appreciate the way you have been treating him. Now I demand you apologize this instant!"

"He has every right to treat me this way, Molly, and you have no authority to scold him the way you just have. If you continue your current pursuit of interrupting over trivial matters, I will have to ask you to leave," Dumbledore answered before Harry. This was the first time Harry felt happy Dumbledore was around him in a while. He felt that the only person with the responsibility to scold him was Lupin by any means.

"Well, that solves that problem," Dumbledore said, clapping his hands together, "Now onto more urgent business," Dumbledore said to Harry in a 'Your childish games won't work this time' voice. "What was Peter Pettigrew doing here, Harry?"

"I would prefer if it was just us and Professor Lupin, headmaster," Harry said.

"Alright, if you prefer," Dumbledore said, and ushered for everyone to leave.

When they were all alone, Harry explained his night to the two men setting in front of him. He of course left out the crucial points that he was told not to talk about, but told everything else. Harry almost cried when he remembered Hedwig's death, but was told that it wasn't Hedwig, but a replica sent by Voldemort, to kill Harry, so when Pettigrew killed the fake Hedwig, he negated the Wizard's Debt.

Contrary to what Harry believed, Lupin was not mad at Harry for not stopping Pettigrew, but worried that he could have died. He forbade Harry from drinking again, which Harry agreed to. He did not like being helpless like that in that situation.

Dumbledore again told him that one day he would be glad he spared his life, which Harry was now only somewhat glad.

"Sir," Harry began, "you promised to not hold any information from me anymore. I want to know what's going on with Voldemort and what you all doing to stop him." Harry demanded, but not in a harsh voice.

Lupin looked on with curiosity as to why Dumbledore owed Harry this, but did not question him. "Well, Voldemort's only known activity right now is sending you that fake Hedwig. We believe you hurt his mind badly when he tried to posses you, but other than that, we have no idea. We believe he is licking his wounds and planning a breakout of Azkaban.

"As to what we are doing, I myself have been delegating between various countries for their assistance. So far, all I have gotten has been a little funding hear and there, but no forces as of yet.

"Remus has been trying to persuade the Werewolves and Vampires to join use, or at least stay neutral, but has only had few Werewolves pledge their allegiance with us, while getting most to stay neutral. When he tried to approach the Vampire covens, he was attacked, for we did not know about an ongoing war between Vampires and the Werewolves," here Harry noticed two bite marks on the side of his neck.

"Are you a Vampire now too?" Harry asked. That is all Lupin needed, to be a Vampire also.

Lupin gave a sad smile and said, "No Harry, being a Werewolf has its advantages. I am immune to all diseases, am extremely strong, I also have heightened senses, and am extremely hard to kill. I would though trade it all in to be human again." He said wistfully.

"Yes," Dumbledore came back into the conversation, "that's true. However, we think a few Vampires might join Voldemort, but most will stay neutral trying to wipeout the Werewolves.

"Having Werewolves on our side does have its benefits," Dumbledore continued, "They have agreed to set up talks between their allies the Hobgoblins and the Trolls."

They talked for a few precious more minutes before they left, leaving Harry to sleep.

That night, Harry dreamed of Pettigrew going back to his Master, and punished for destroying Voldemort's device. Harry had a smile on throughout the night with the burning in his scar.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed that. I would appreciate any ideas for spells that would help Harry in this story.