Tonight's for fighting

I know it's the last day on earth
We'll be together while the planet dies
I know it's the last day on earth
We'll never say goodbye.
"The Last Day on Earth" Marilyn Manson

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by the lovely JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Couldn't have said it better myself, props go to schnoogle.com for coming up with that lovely disclaimer, so I didn't have to... I'm only going to add that the plot belongs to me.

Summaries:
Story: Everyone breaks in the end... how long it takes depends only on how strong you are.
Chapter: Harry returns to 12 Grimmauld Place, only to have painful memories resurfaced.

Rating: PG-13. May change to ARRRRR in the later chapters, for what, I have no idea because I have no idea what I'm gunna do with this story. That is why I need all you lovely reviewers to help me, and give me any advice you have! Although flames will be used to burn my math teacher and give him the fiery death that he deserves.

Mesdames et Messieurs, je presente le premier partie de le fanfiction Tonight's For Fighting – OWL Results



They were in the Department of Mysteries again. Harry knew what was coming, just as he had known every night in his dreams, but he still kept walking. Through the circle room of doors and straight through into the right room; he didn't have to look through all the doors anymore because he knew this by heart. Through the familiar rooms one by one, until he came to the room full of orbs. This was where the prophecy was. He started to run, the balls of light speeding by him as he sped up until he reached the row. Row 97, all the way to the end he ran until he got to the prophecy. He reached his hand out to grab the prophecy and then the room changed. They were in the room with the veil and Sirius was fighting Bellatrix on the platform, he called out to Sirius, to warn him of what was going to happen to him. Sirius looked up at Harry and the red spell came shooting out of Bellatrix's wand and hit him in the chest. He fell through the air, ever graceful even in death, his body creating a perfect arch before he disappeared through the veil.

Harry woke up, the silent tears pouring from his eyes. Brushing them away, he grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and looked at the clock. 2:10 am. He sighed; he never slept past 3 in the morning these days. At first he just sat in his bed and contemplated the meaning of life, but then he started to put the extra time to good use and started thinking of plans for the Order, because he was sure that any day now they would be arriving to take him away to the headquarters. But he didn't want to go to the headquarters, it would make all the pain he had struggled to bury rise again and he didn't know if he could take it; he just wanted to go to the Burrow, it seemed like the only home he had now outside of Hogwarts. Well, he thought as he got out of the bed, he would see when the time came.

His reflection in the mirror caught his eye as he stretched, and he was shocked at first to see how pale he was, but then, considering that he had been outside for a total of 10 hours in the past 2 weeks, it wasn't that surprising after all. He pulled some books out his trunk and plopped them on the bed, wanting to spend some time catching up on his 'leisure reading'. He hadn't read a real book since he started Hogwarts, so he picked up one of his old favourites, Lord of the Rings, and started to read.

It was six hours later when a tap on the window pulled him back from Middle Earth to reality. He looked up to see one of the school owls sitting there with an extremely thick envelope tied to its leg. He opened the window and it flew in, landing on his bed and holding out its leg for him to untie the package that was weighing it down. He took it and because Hedwig was out hunting, offered the other owl some of her food before it's long flight back to the school.

Harry opened the letter, knowing what was inside: the results from his O.W.L's. Unfolding the paper inside, he read the first paragraph with great apprehension.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have received 6 passing Ordinary Wizarding Levels. Your grades are as follows:

 Charms Exceeds Expectations
Transfiguration Exceeds Expectations
Herbology Exceeds Expectations
Defense Against the Dark Arts Outstanding
Potions Outstanding
Care of Magical Creatures Exceeds Expectations

Congratulations on all your effort. Your summer homework for the classes listed above is enclosed, you are expected to have it completed before the start of term on September 1st. You will be sent a book list prior to that date. Enjoy the rest of your holidays.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress

Harry sat back down on his bed, unbelieving of his grades. He had done it, he was going to train to be an Auror. This had been the only good thing that had happened to him since his life started going downhill last year. His face fell as he pulled out the parchment with his homework written on it. The teachers definitely didn't hold back now they were in N.E.W.T classes.
Dear Ron and Hermione,

How are you? I just got my O.W.L results, and I guess I did pretty well. I got 6. I'm guessing that you got all of yours Hermione, how did you do Ron? Well, can't say anything else except when are you coming to get me? The Dursley's have been tolerable considering that they haven't spoken two words to me since I got back so it is a definite improvement.

Love from,

Harry

Harry put the letter on his desk for Hedwig to take to Hermione and Ron when she got back, he decided that he should go outside and get a bit of summer sun, just so they didn't mistake him for a vampire when they came to get him. He grabbed his book bag and sunglasses, changed into his swimming shorts and headed outside.

The Dursley's were away for the weekend so Harry didn't have to worry about confronting them as he sat down in one of the chairs by the pool that the Dursley's had recently installed with hope that it would get Dudley to lose some weight. Harry put on his sunglasses, pulled out one of his school books and with a sigh, started his transfiguration homework.
A few hours later as the sun began to set, Harry put aside his homework, which was being disagreeable and proving to be quite difficult, and decided to head inside. He lifted his bag, put it on his shoulder and immediately dropped it. He looked at his shoulder, which was now bright red with sunburn.

"Fucking... ow..." he said as he massaged it. He cursed the sun and hobbled inside, dragging his bag behind him. He managed to make it up the stairs and when he got to the room, he saw that he now resembled something close to a mutant lobster. He flopped down on his bed and swore again as a wave of pain hit him. Hedwig flew in the window that moment and landed on his stomach, he went into a spastic attack and she hopped off onto the headboard, clicking her beak disdainfully. "Shut up, its painful," Harry snapped at her. "I have something for you to take to Ron and or Hermione, they should be in the same place." Hedwig held out her leg, waiting for Harry to tie the letter on. He got up tentatively, not wanting to cause any more pain, and retrieved the letter from his desk. He tied the letter on and brought Hedwig over to the window, she took off, and Harry bit down on his lip as she dug her claws into his arm. He watched as she flew off into the reddening sky, a color much resembling his own skin tone at the moment. Then an overwhelming tiredness came over him and he carefully lay down on the bed, not even bothering to take off his glasses before he fell asleep.
Harry woke as a car door slammed. He looked at the clock and it read 10 am. The Dursley's were home. He quickly pulled on a shirt and pants and ran downstairs to open the door, so Dudley would stop ringing the doorbell incessantly. But before he could reach it, the door swung open and there stood his aunt, uncle, and whale of a cousin. They pushed past him, Uncle Vernon stopping only to tell him to grab the rest of the bags out of the trunk. Harry sighed as he struggled with the enormous trunks, wondering how three people could possibly need this amount of luggage for a three-day weekend. He deposited the bags in the front hall before trudging into the kitchen, he found the Dursley's sitting at the table, glaring at an owl that he recognized as Fred and George's. It was holding a very small letter which Harry took and even before Uncle Vernon could shoo it away, it flew off, obviously not expecting a response. Harry peeled the wax off and opened the parchment which had exactly one word written on it.

Tonight.