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"Harry Potter and the On Going Struggle"

By SillyGillie

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Summary- Harry Potter's 6th year full of drama, mysteries, angst, and romance. Harry promises never to forget the people he's lost, the year goes on and more people are dying each day. Harry is trying to master his Occulmency along with NEWT classes, some interesting new classes, quidditch training, a new DADA teacher, DA still in progress, and the threat of the Prophecy grows closer each day. I hope you like it.

A/N– I am currently re-posting all of my first chapters, due to numerous grammar related errors!

A/N- Hey everyone! Thanks so much for the reviews!! Alright well heres the next chapter hope you like it! :-D

Disclaimer- No I don't own HP...*tears*

This is dedicated to Philly, my 50th reviewer! Thanks so much everyone I couldn't have gotten this far without any of you! Your all so special! *Hugs* Thanks again!!!

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Harry sat still, Remus had left him with thoughts running wild through his head, and he had no way to sort them out. His father had lost all his family slowly over the years till he had no one left, and his mum had lost them all at once at a family reunion of the Evans'.

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Harry stared straight ahead but his eyes seemed to look right through the graves. How could two people deal with so much loss, when he, Harry James Potter, felt that after the death of his parents, Cedric, and Sirius, the closet thing he had to a parent was all gone, and he felt like he couldn't go on anymore.

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At the beginning of the summer Harry had tried to stop all contact with his friends and push them all away, but his friends would not consent even as Harry had not written back to them for every letter, they still had written to him. Harry had to smile.

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His poor parents, whatever happened to the perfect lives he had made up for them? They found each other. Harry thought of what Remus said again, "Only love can conquer hate, Voldemort harbors no love his heart is made of hate," ok so those weren't the exact words but they were close enough right?

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He thought back to how Sirius had once said how his mum lived so long just to spite him, Sirius had grown up with hate pounded into his head, but he overcame his hate when he met the Marauders, his life long friends.

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He then thought back to his first year in the hospital wing how Dumbledore had told Harry that his mum saved him with pure love and as long as the blood pounded through his veins he would be safe against Voldemort, but that had changed as well. For in the end of fourth year Voldemort had used Harry's blood to come alive so his mother's protection no longer worked. That still didn't explain how come he had caught a flash of triumphant in Dumbledore's eyes when he had told him, Sirius had been there.

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Love can conquer hate, but what if hate knew more powerful spells than love did what would happen then? Was Harry expected to dress up as a bloody Cherub when Voldemort said the killing curse, would that help save himself? He didn't bloody well think so.

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His thoughts came again to Dumbledore when Harry had told him of Trelawny's prediction, why wasn't he told sooner? Harry stopped himself. He had regained a little control over his anger this year, though when Harry thought back to last year he became ashamed of the way he had acted, blowing everyone's head off especially his friends. Harry shook his head. He had no idea why they still wanted to be his friends.

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He felt something on his face, it spooked him, felt as if Voldemort's long cold finger was touching Harry's cheek, he shivered involuntarily, and looked into the sky; it was raining starting to pour.

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'That fits' he thought glumly.

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He looked behind him and was surprised to see Remus talking to Dumbledore, he thought everyone had left ages ago. He looked back at his parents graves to where the Lily was blooming and closing, he looked at it and saw the raindrops hit the petals softly leaving a glisten on the petals. He then looked to where the Marauders' animagus and werewolf were running along the top of the stone, he again looked closely on this one, and saw puddles forming on the floor and he watched as the dog shook his coat of rain that was dampening it, and looked toward Harry and then went back to playing with the animals in the mud.

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**Harry had told no one of the first night back when he had returned to the Dursley's and followed a great black dog all through Surrey hoping it was Sirius and was greatly disappointed when the dog climbed into a house through a dog door, nor would he tell anyone. Harry furiously wiped his face of the mix of both tears and rain and got up.

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"Goodbye Mum, Dad." Harry said quietly placing small flowers on the tops of each stone and patted them affectionately.

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Without looking back Harry then walked past graves to his right back to Sirius'. He stood in front of it thinking about the time he had spent with Sirius. He had seen Sirius the most last year and had many memories, good memories, memories that he would hold onto, for that was all he had left of Sirius, memories. When Sirius was belting out Christmas carols at the top of his lungs in the halls of Grimmauld place, when they had cleaned the house together, when Ron's dad was in the hospital and they were waiting together. Harry no longer stopped the tears because they were falling as fast as the rain fell on his face and there was no way to cease them.

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He thought back to the end of the summer when Harry had asked if he could stay with Sirius if he didn't get win the case, Sirius had scoffed at the idea then, but when Harry got odd he noticed that Sirius was gloomy for awhile. Hermione had told Harry that Sirius was being greedy, but he, Harry, was being greedy for his godfather's affection, but Sirius had to leave him too soon and it was all his fault.

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All his fault, everything was his fault, he furiously took his off and cleaned them quickly for they were getting cloudy.

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The last time he had seen Sirius, was when he was falling through the veil looking excited with shock surging through his eyes as his back arched and he took ages to fall, with himself yelling Sirius' name shouting it with all his might.

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He blinked back furiously and then how he, Harry, had become angry with Sirius for not coming back through the veil, how stupid he was to think that Sirius could have ever returned. Sirius was gone back with his best friend and Harry's mum and everyone else who had passed on, Harry's grandparents and maybe Tonks' mum, but he wasn't sure if she was dead he had seen Tonks with an older woman.

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He had come to say goodbye and now he would, "Goodbye Sirius." Harry choked out.

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"I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to know each other well." Harry said solemnly

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He was suddenly aware of a hand on his shoulder, and looked into the eyes of Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the time, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the man who had shed a tear for his truly, Harry James Potter.

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"Are you done?" Albus questioned quietly.

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"Yes" Harry wanted to say but he couldn't get the words out of his mouth instead he just nodded his head.

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"Are you all right Harry?" Dumbledore asked than added, "You're positively soaked." Dumbledore said quickly swishing his wand and drying Harry's clothes and it seemed put on a waterproof charm as well.

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"Yes sir, thank you." Harry said just as quietly as Dumbledore patted his shoulder.

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"Remus will bring you to the Burrow." Dumbledore told Harry.

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"Thank you professor." Harry said smiling sadly.

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"For what, may I ask Mr. Potter?" Albus asked.

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"For clearing Sirius' name" Harry told Dumbledore.

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"I'm just sorry it couldn't have been down sooner." Dumbledore said with true sadness in his eyes.

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"Are you all set Harry?" Remus asked searching Harry's face. Harry cast his eyes downward he remembered what Remus had told Harry about seeing if he was lying or not, he could search through Harry's green piercing eyes when other would just be captivated; eyes are windows to the soul. Harry's soul was damaged, and so were his eyes, the once vibrant laughing green eyes had lost their look of innocence and were hardened with years of brutality and death that no man should endure, yet is endured by a teenager.

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Cloudy eyes no longer full of wonder and cheer, his soul was damaged as were his eyes. Yet he was the savior of the whole wizarding world, just a teenager, sixteen year old Harry James Potter, who had lost everyone who was like a parent, or was a parent. A boy with nothing left to lose, and everything left to gain; Harry James Potter.

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**= A/N- ok so you know the whole dog thing, with Harry and the grim? Well, I orginally read it in a fic and fell in love with the idea, so I give credits to whoever the author was, I loved that scene (and no Emily you didn't make it) So there you are kudos to whoever made it!

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Stay tuned for the next chapter- "Familiar Surroundings"

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