Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: I'll start by replying to my two latest reviewers.
ChileRoland: Okay there Matt, perhaps you are correct, perhaps the first was better, but how would you know not having seen the second? Put that in your pipe and smoke it! :) Nay, seriously though I'll improve on all your suggestions. Thank you.
Other Person: (My apologies but I have not memorized your pen name yet and saw it only once. Forgive me.) Listen, I'm all for constructive criticism, but that was only one step above a flame! You contradicted yourself for goodness sake! You complement it then turn around and insult it. You say you don't understand it, what should I use a different font!? Be clear! I don't take kindly to reviewers who insult but do not explain the reason for their insults, am I too chaotic in my writing like Matt (Roland) suggests? Or is it that for those couple of chapters most of my writing focused on things from Unusual Stealths point of view? Or was it that I'm getting slightly anti-canonical, I'm not very canonical really, you can ask Matt up there. PLEASE EXPLAIN!!!
Now, I'm going to take a very dangerous road here so to speak. This chapter will change a lot, I would like reviews, telling me whether or not its worth my time to continue, because I won't if no one will read.
thank you.
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... he missed. The blade had been slung with full force, all of the Muggles being but had been swung wildly, leaving the attack easily avoidable by Voldemort. Harry watched as Shawn tumbled forward colliding with the handle of his blade and lay still on the ground. "Harry, I've got a plan, you'll have to continue this march alone, the rest of us will back you up from the stage." Harry nodded and decided to cover them with a bit of spell work. Before Harry could fire off a spell though and try to catch Voldemort by surprise a coldness overtook him... the Dementors were too close. Through a haze and fog he raised his wand. "EVERYONE! HAPPY MEMORY!" A loud voice was rounding up the wizards to the stage where the band had long since abandoned their instruments and fled.
Looking around Harry saw himself more or less alone. A voice came over the microphone, it was obviously Dumbledore. "Only you can win it Harry we can only help. On Harry's command everyone." Still feeling deserted even though he knew that on the very edge stood a group of Wizards ready to cast the Patronus charm from a high vantage point, he also knew there was good reason for this, they could get more Dementors in their sites. He focused hard on finding a happy memory while pointing in the direction of what he guessed to be Voldemort and a group of Dementors which he could see vaguely. They seemed to be swooping in on Shawn, time was almost out, and there was no memory for him to find Slowly something vague came, a picture of a dark haired man with an oddly malicious smile. His mind filled magically with all of his memories of Sirius, good and bad, in this way he was able to chose the perfect memory and as he spoke, a chorus of almost heavenly voices joined him. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
It must have looked pretty confusing to the group of Muggles lying there in their fetal positions as a group of unrelated animals charged at those who swooped down on them. A wolf, a stag, a walrus, an otter, a bear, a dog, and quiet a few others, but incredibly the strongest by far came from Dumbledore who released from his wand what looked to be an oversized phoenix. The Dementors made their retreat and in the end all that was left unscathed on the main part of the battle field were about fifteen Death Eaters, their Muggle captives, Harry Potter, and Voldemort. The wizards who still remained, who hadn't retreated in fear, had stayed on the stage to gain a higher vantage point Voldemort stood with one foot on Shawn's chest. "Stay there Potter or I kill the little runt."
After what seemed an eternity another voice spoke, "You don't want another to die for you do you Potty boy?" Bealtrix Lestrange had finally joined them from the group of Death Eaters. "You think I care about him?" Harry asked shooting a grin evil enough to match Voldemorts. Harry decided to play some mind games. Shawn's eyes widened in fear, but he didn't speak. "I don't give a damn. Come on Tommy boy, kill him, kill him you mudblood." Voldemorts narrow red eyes opened to a degree they probably never had been before and his wand moved from the pitiful form of the Muggle on the ground to someone who stood on the edge of the stage not seventy meters from them. With a twinge of pain Harry saw that he was pointing at Hermione. "Just for that Potter, you get to watch another one die. AVADA KEDAVRA!" The spell was launched, and at this rate there was only one thing which could block it. With a yell of "PETRIFICOUS TOTALUS!" Harry watched Voldemort fall to the ground and then jumped to his left. The spell connected with his chest right about the place where his heart would be, and he felt a horrible pain. A scream rang out followed by many, and as all was fading into black, Harry raised his wand with much effort. He drew a breath in, "SERPENSORTA!", a serpent appeared before him, he exhaled hissing, in the language of snakes here is what he said. "Kill." With that last statement, Harry Potter died.
Then it was white. IN pure confusion Harry sat up, he was wearing pure white from head to toe, all he could see for miles around was white. Against the bright backdrop he saw an approaching form, no two, no three. Soon it was four, behind the first three stood a large man whose hair was bright white with age. As they approached more Harry recognized the first three. "Mum, Dad... Sirius...so I'm actually dead?" His voice echoed endlessly and James raised his head. "You... my son are in the Realm of Transition. This is where your fate is decided." Harry remembered his last word from before... it had been 'kill' he was commanding a serpent to kill... to kill.... it was all a blur. The man behind them spoke. "I'm sorry to say that it isn't over yet for you Mister Potter, you're going back, once again. This time... we aren't sending you back alone." Harry fell back and couldn't move... or else he'd have gaped at the man and ask what he meant.
"Take hands." The man commanded, in an authoritive voice. James Potter looking incredibly happy for his son having just died took Harry's right hand. Lily his left. and then standing directly in front of Harry was Sirius taking the hands of both of his parents. What did he mean go back... go back to... home? There was a blur of colors and then he was on his feet. He turned to his left and looked through the dark and morbid mist around him and saw his parents and Sirius, then all cleared up and without knowing why Harry was running. He shook his head and realized what was going on. "No! FORGET WHAT I SAID!" He hissed at the great serpent which was aiming to strike Voldemort.
With a wave of a long black wand Harry watched as James potter made the snake nonexistent. Voldemort slowly stood. "Potters, Black, this isn't over. WE SHALL MEET AGAIN, AND THAT BATTLE WILL BE OUR LAST!" Voldemort made a striking motion with his wand that was all to familiar, "Protego!" But it was too late. Once again all was black, but a peacful black. Harry fell unconscious gripping the soft hand of James Potter.
He heard Dumbledore, he saw Dumbledore, he believed Dumbledore stood over his bed now trying to speak with him. "Harry, Harry," Harry shook his head violently and then said, with a soft smile. "I had the oddest dream. Why didn't the spell kill me Professor? All it did was knock me out and give me a dream." Harry said. He turned to his left in a daze. Looking at him was Lupin, Matt, Ron, Ted, Andrew and Kyle, the only one missing from that picture was Shawn. Hermione seemed to have fallen asleep crying she seemed to have been being comforted by.... his eyes shot open fully and he sat up. "WHAT!?" Hermione seemed to have fallen asleep being comforted by Lily Potter. "What... who... where...when... oh drat it." Lily shifted her gaze to Harry. "Professor... am I insane?" Dumbledore shook hs head solemnly. "James... Sirius... he is awake." Dumbledore said softly. Prongs and Padfoot entered smiling smiles that seemed to reach to their ears. Lily sat up causing Hermione to wake... "Wh... Harry!" At the same time, Hermione and his mother embraced Harry tightly, smacking heads in the process. They each pulled back laughing. Harry only sat there. "Hermione... they're really here right?" He still didn't trust his eyes despite Dumbledore's comments. Everything came flooding back to him in a wave of memories. "He's convulsing!" James called as he leaned down trying to steady Harry as he shook violently, it calmed and Harry looked up. "Who was he!? Who dad!? Who was he? Was he... G... was that G..." Harry couldn't bring himself to say 'God'. Harry saw the distinct pride on James Potters face at being called 'dad'.
"That was one who we call a Guardian. He protects the Gates Harry, decided on where all of the people go in the afterlife. We waited in the Realm of Transition for you for quiet a while." Lily said after everyone but Sirius, James, herself and Hermione had left the room. Hermione looked at them with wide eyes. Harry's though were wider still. James spoke next. "We're so sorry we all had to leave you, and when Sirius came and told us of everything we were so joyous that you had found so many people to take care of you. Then the Guardian showed us what you were doing to yourself..." Hermione interrupted putting Harry, who now sat up, in a tight hug. "We all love you so much Harry." With that she burst into tears crying into his shoulder. Dazed, confused, and slightly hungry, Harry put one hand on her back, another on the back of her head comfortingly whispering. "It's alright Herm... its over, for now. Voldemort suffered a loss here... and some of his worst enemies are back... he can't win now... don't worry Hermione." She slowly pulled back and Sirius put a hand on her shoulder. "Come on Hermione, you look exhausted, how about we go back to Grimmuald place and you rest, Harry will probably join us in a couple of hours the Healers will want a final look at him and then will release him most likely." Hermione looked reluctant to go. Sirius sighed bent down and whispered something in her ear and she looked up at him with wide eyes. He nodded and she released Harry and was led out of the room.
"What just happened?" Harry asked his father. James shook his head. "Listen Harry, theres something we must tell you." James waved his wand and Harry was clad in Muggle clothing. "But we can't, you'll have to see him for yourself. Come on." James leaned over and actually lifted Harry from his bed. Setting him lightly on his feet James shook his head. "Lily... it's time, Dumbledore was going to do it soon anyway, and they say he's been making a recovery slowly for almost a year, he's been awake for a whole month now. They're thinking of releasing him today even, now that we're back that is. They say Dumbledore has helped him catch up with everyone else who're at the level he's supposed to be at." Harry had a confused look on his face, he had only awoken a few minutes ago. They obviously must have understood his confusion. "No not you dear." Lily said looking pale.
He followed his parents up a floor and into a closed ward. There was a bed behind the curtain to Harry's right. A Healer emerged from it and her eyes went wide when she saw the three. "So soon!?" She asked James sounding almost scandalized. "Harry is fine now, we've just spent twelve years in a form of deep sleep and we're not anywhere near tired... and ... Evan has awoken from something of the same sort. " Lily said quietly... who was Evan, what did this Evan have to do with anything. The Healer left shaking her head. "He's awake now." She said to herself as she shut the door. James looked down at Harry. " You've never read a book about yourself have you?" Harry shook his head. "That's a shame, if you had you would probably be able to piece together what is awaiting you behind this curtain. You would know the whole truth, not the partial one you have received from all your friends... for even they don't know the whole truth. Dumbledore was aching to tell it all the day Sirius died just so you knew... that you weren't alone... but couldn't... not yet." James spoke louder now. "Evan... its us." James pulled open the curtain and Harry backed up with shock, right into his mother who gripped his shoulder tightly.
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A/N Cliff hanger. This is where the dangerous road ends, behind this metaphorical road block could be a smoothly paved road or a jagged cliff (irony, or not?). Lets hope it isn't the latter shall we. Well I'm typing already on chapter nine. I suggest for it that you grab some snacks and sit back, it will be a long one as a lot of explaining will have to be done. Good bye!
A/N: I'll start by replying to my two latest reviewers.
ChileRoland: Okay there Matt, perhaps you are correct, perhaps the first was better, but how would you know not having seen the second? Put that in your pipe and smoke it! :) Nay, seriously though I'll improve on all your suggestions. Thank you.
Other Person: (My apologies but I have not memorized your pen name yet and saw it only once. Forgive me.) Listen, I'm all for constructive criticism, but that was only one step above a flame! You contradicted yourself for goodness sake! You complement it then turn around and insult it. You say you don't understand it, what should I use a different font!? Be clear! I don't take kindly to reviewers who insult but do not explain the reason for their insults, am I too chaotic in my writing like Matt (Roland) suggests? Or is it that for those couple of chapters most of my writing focused on things from Unusual Stealths point of view? Or was it that I'm getting slightly anti-canonical, I'm not very canonical really, you can ask Matt up there. PLEASE EXPLAIN!!!
Now, I'm going to take a very dangerous road here so to speak. This chapter will change a lot, I would like reviews, telling me whether or not its worth my time to continue, because I won't if no one will read.
thank you.
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... he missed. The blade had been slung with full force, all of the Muggles being but had been swung wildly, leaving the attack easily avoidable by Voldemort. Harry watched as Shawn tumbled forward colliding with the handle of his blade and lay still on the ground. "Harry, I've got a plan, you'll have to continue this march alone, the rest of us will back you up from the stage." Harry nodded and decided to cover them with a bit of spell work. Before Harry could fire off a spell though and try to catch Voldemort by surprise a coldness overtook him... the Dementors were too close. Through a haze and fog he raised his wand. "EVERYONE! HAPPY MEMORY!" A loud voice was rounding up the wizards to the stage where the band had long since abandoned their instruments and fled.
Looking around Harry saw himself more or less alone. A voice came over the microphone, it was obviously Dumbledore. "Only you can win it Harry we can only help. On Harry's command everyone." Still feeling deserted even though he knew that on the very edge stood a group of Wizards ready to cast the Patronus charm from a high vantage point, he also knew there was good reason for this, they could get more Dementors in their sites. He focused hard on finding a happy memory while pointing in the direction of what he guessed to be Voldemort and a group of Dementors which he could see vaguely. They seemed to be swooping in on Shawn, time was almost out, and there was no memory for him to find Slowly something vague came, a picture of a dark haired man with an oddly malicious smile. His mind filled magically with all of his memories of Sirius, good and bad, in this way he was able to chose the perfect memory and as he spoke, a chorus of almost heavenly voices joined him. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
It must have looked pretty confusing to the group of Muggles lying there in their fetal positions as a group of unrelated animals charged at those who swooped down on them. A wolf, a stag, a walrus, an otter, a bear, a dog, and quiet a few others, but incredibly the strongest by far came from Dumbledore who released from his wand what looked to be an oversized phoenix. The Dementors made their retreat and in the end all that was left unscathed on the main part of the battle field were about fifteen Death Eaters, their Muggle captives, Harry Potter, and Voldemort. The wizards who still remained, who hadn't retreated in fear, had stayed on the stage to gain a higher vantage point Voldemort stood with one foot on Shawn's chest. "Stay there Potter or I kill the little runt."
After what seemed an eternity another voice spoke, "You don't want another to die for you do you Potty boy?" Bealtrix Lestrange had finally joined them from the group of Death Eaters. "You think I care about him?" Harry asked shooting a grin evil enough to match Voldemorts. Harry decided to play some mind games. Shawn's eyes widened in fear, but he didn't speak. "I don't give a damn. Come on Tommy boy, kill him, kill him you mudblood." Voldemorts narrow red eyes opened to a degree they probably never had been before and his wand moved from the pitiful form of the Muggle on the ground to someone who stood on the edge of the stage not seventy meters from them. With a twinge of pain Harry saw that he was pointing at Hermione. "Just for that Potter, you get to watch another one die. AVADA KEDAVRA!" The spell was launched, and at this rate there was only one thing which could block it. With a yell of "PETRIFICOUS TOTALUS!" Harry watched Voldemort fall to the ground and then jumped to his left. The spell connected with his chest right about the place where his heart would be, and he felt a horrible pain. A scream rang out followed by many, and as all was fading into black, Harry raised his wand with much effort. He drew a breath in, "SERPENSORTA!", a serpent appeared before him, he exhaled hissing, in the language of snakes here is what he said. "Kill." With that last statement, Harry Potter died.
Then it was white. IN pure confusion Harry sat up, he was wearing pure white from head to toe, all he could see for miles around was white. Against the bright backdrop he saw an approaching form, no two, no three. Soon it was four, behind the first three stood a large man whose hair was bright white with age. As they approached more Harry recognized the first three. "Mum, Dad... Sirius...so I'm actually dead?" His voice echoed endlessly and James raised his head. "You... my son are in the Realm of Transition. This is where your fate is decided." Harry remembered his last word from before... it had been 'kill' he was commanding a serpent to kill... to kill.... it was all a blur. The man behind them spoke. "I'm sorry to say that it isn't over yet for you Mister Potter, you're going back, once again. This time... we aren't sending you back alone." Harry fell back and couldn't move... or else he'd have gaped at the man and ask what he meant.
"Take hands." The man commanded, in an authoritive voice. James Potter looking incredibly happy for his son having just died took Harry's right hand. Lily his left. and then standing directly in front of Harry was Sirius taking the hands of both of his parents. What did he mean go back... go back to... home? There was a blur of colors and then he was on his feet. He turned to his left and looked through the dark and morbid mist around him and saw his parents and Sirius, then all cleared up and without knowing why Harry was running. He shook his head and realized what was going on. "No! FORGET WHAT I SAID!" He hissed at the great serpent which was aiming to strike Voldemort.
With a wave of a long black wand Harry watched as James potter made the snake nonexistent. Voldemort slowly stood. "Potters, Black, this isn't over. WE SHALL MEET AGAIN, AND THAT BATTLE WILL BE OUR LAST!" Voldemort made a striking motion with his wand that was all to familiar, "Protego!" But it was too late. Once again all was black, but a peacful black. Harry fell unconscious gripping the soft hand of James Potter.
He heard Dumbledore, he saw Dumbledore, he believed Dumbledore stood over his bed now trying to speak with him. "Harry, Harry," Harry shook his head violently and then said, with a soft smile. "I had the oddest dream. Why didn't the spell kill me Professor? All it did was knock me out and give me a dream." Harry said. He turned to his left in a daze. Looking at him was Lupin, Matt, Ron, Ted, Andrew and Kyle, the only one missing from that picture was Shawn. Hermione seemed to have fallen asleep crying she seemed to have been being comforted by.... his eyes shot open fully and he sat up. "WHAT!?" Hermione seemed to have fallen asleep being comforted by Lily Potter. "What... who... where...when... oh drat it." Lily shifted her gaze to Harry. "Professor... am I insane?" Dumbledore shook hs head solemnly. "James... Sirius... he is awake." Dumbledore said softly. Prongs and Padfoot entered smiling smiles that seemed to reach to their ears. Lily sat up causing Hermione to wake... "Wh... Harry!" At the same time, Hermione and his mother embraced Harry tightly, smacking heads in the process. They each pulled back laughing. Harry only sat there. "Hermione... they're really here right?" He still didn't trust his eyes despite Dumbledore's comments. Everything came flooding back to him in a wave of memories. "He's convulsing!" James called as he leaned down trying to steady Harry as he shook violently, it calmed and Harry looked up. "Who was he!? Who dad!? Who was he? Was he... G... was that G..." Harry couldn't bring himself to say 'God'. Harry saw the distinct pride on James Potters face at being called 'dad'.
"That was one who we call a Guardian. He protects the Gates Harry, decided on where all of the people go in the afterlife. We waited in the Realm of Transition for you for quiet a while." Lily said after everyone but Sirius, James, herself and Hermione had left the room. Hermione looked at them with wide eyes. Harry's though were wider still. James spoke next. "We're so sorry we all had to leave you, and when Sirius came and told us of everything we were so joyous that you had found so many people to take care of you. Then the Guardian showed us what you were doing to yourself..." Hermione interrupted putting Harry, who now sat up, in a tight hug. "We all love you so much Harry." With that she burst into tears crying into his shoulder. Dazed, confused, and slightly hungry, Harry put one hand on her back, another on the back of her head comfortingly whispering. "It's alright Herm... its over, for now. Voldemort suffered a loss here... and some of his worst enemies are back... he can't win now... don't worry Hermione." She slowly pulled back and Sirius put a hand on her shoulder. "Come on Hermione, you look exhausted, how about we go back to Grimmuald place and you rest, Harry will probably join us in a couple of hours the Healers will want a final look at him and then will release him most likely." Hermione looked reluctant to go. Sirius sighed bent down and whispered something in her ear and she looked up at him with wide eyes. He nodded and she released Harry and was led out of the room.
"What just happened?" Harry asked his father. James shook his head. "Listen Harry, theres something we must tell you." James waved his wand and Harry was clad in Muggle clothing. "But we can't, you'll have to see him for yourself. Come on." James leaned over and actually lifted Harry from his bed. Setting him lightly on his feet James shook his head. "Lily... it's time, Dumbledore was going to do it soon anyway, and they say he's been making a recovery slowly for almost a year, he's been awake for a whole month now. They're thinking of releasing him today even, now that we're back that is. They say Dumbledore has helped him catch up with everyone else who're at the level he's supposed to be at." Harry had a confused look on his face, he had only awoken a few minutes ago. They obviously must have understood his confusion. "No not you dear." Lily said looking pale.
He followed his parents up a floor and into a closed ward. There was a bed behind the curtain to Harry's right. A Healer emerged from it and her eyes went wide when she saw the three. "So soon!?" She asked James sounding almost scandalized. "Harry is fine now, we've just spent twelve years in a form of deep sleep and we're not anywhere near tired... and ... Evan has awoken from something of the same sort. " Lily said quietly... who was Evan, what did this Evan have to do with anything. The Healer left shaking her head. "He's awake now." She said to herself as she shut the door. James looked down at Harry. " You've never read a book about yourself have you?" Harry shook his head. "That's a shame, if you had you would probably be able to piece together what is awaiting you behind this curtain. You would know the whole truth, not the partial one you have received from all your friends... for even they don't know the whole truth. Dumbledore was aching to tell it all the day Sirius died just so you knew... that you weren't alone... but couldn't... not yet." James spoke louder now. "Evan... its us." James pulled open the curtain and Harry backed up with shock, right into his mother who gripped his shoulder tightly.
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A/N Cliff hanger. This is where the dangerous road ends, behind this metaphorical road block could be a smoothly paved road or a jagged cliff (irony, or not?). Lets hope it isn't the latter shall we. Well I'm typing already on chapter nine. I suggest for it that you grab some snacks and sit back, it will be a long one as a lot of explaining will have to be done. Good bye!