A/N: PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME!!!!!!!! duck and covers, shivering A lot has happened to me lately. But this is the 2nd PART of Chapter 2 (ok, so I felt lazy and made it another small section so you'd notice) and chapter 3 will be up ASAP! Once again and for all past and future references: I do not own Harry Potter, but I will own someone else, I swear to you, I will throw someone into this damn thing and make it a little lively
Snape dropped to his knees wheezing, his face pale and shot a look at Harry the boy had seen before- right after he's accidentally ricocheted Snape's Legimancy spell back at him. Harry looked away in guilt. He suddenly felt as if a weight had been heaved onto his shoulders and he physically sagged under the stress. What was he supposed to do?! The end of the summer just wasn't going to come soon enough- he was going to hurt someone. Not on purpose, but it seemed inevitable. Too much was happening all at once.
"Listen, I'm just tired. You interrupted the only sleep I've had in a while... Why are you all here, anyway?" Harry asked. Dumbledore took a deep breath and replied.
"I wanted to see how you were holding up after last year. I'm sorry to have shocked you with all of this Harry, really, I am. And to your earlier question, you are a powerful wizard, and you are going through puberty. It happens to us all, where we start to come into real power. I myself began to see aura's when I hit this stage in life." The old wizard gave him a small smile to try and lighten the mood, completely dismissing what he'd just done to Snape. "So is going on in your mind, my boy? I met quite a wall in there." Harry stared at him in shock a moment then shrugged. It was all probably for the best anyway.
"I've been studying, and the wall is of my own making. I built it with my own hands, and while it was weak to begin with it changed the more I learned. It's almost done now, and I can see people come and throw things at it, crystals or something but they shatter. And since I can still feel a bit of pain from them, I think they're what would have been visions or dreams but I haven't had one since the first few bricks. They're heavy- the bricks I mean- and my work seem to manifest on my physical body. It's really not like anything I've read about." Harry flipped his hands palm up, showing the healing kinks, scrapes, and the hard calluses. The headmaster nodded slowly in understanding.
"This sometimes happens. It is always different for everyone." The old man tried to explain. "You've given yourself a powerful tool Harry, it should hold up .And now that Tom doesn't have a way to get to you-"Harry winced, vividly remembering the end of last year, brought even more apparent by the fact he was currently in Sirius's house. "They will have to do something a bit more creative. Have you learned anything useful in any of the visions you throw away?" Harry shook his head.
"Nothing you haven't already known about probably. Malfoy has gotten off clean, a few Death Eaters are still in prison, Dementors have changed sides, destroyed about 20 families be they muggle, pureblood or muggle born, raped, pillaged, murdered and plundered. Riddle's pissed you're involved and spitting fire because I'm not dead. No big plan yet, throwing ideas away just as fast as they come." The emerald eyed boy kept the Headmasters eye and saw the wheels turning behind those ageless blue eyes.
"Harry dear, why don't you come downstairs and we'll get you something to eat?" Mrs. Weasly finally cut in. Harry shrugged and took a quick mental glace at his wall. He paused with a frown, catching a curious look from Dumbledore. Voldemort was too happy... his feelings trickling down Harry's spine with a foreign touch. Taking a deep breath he plunged into the oncoming vision completely.
The dark room was familiar, a large semi circle of Death Eaters waiting at his feet. "The Order thinks that it is so high and mighty! I've been to the Black estate before Narcissa, and we shall make plans for it now." Harry felt his own mouth spit out the words, feeling immersed in the glorious suspense of being so close to his goal... the suddenly his body froze and he hissed in rage. Harry felt his skin burn, pain rolling over him in waves as he was suddenly forcefully ejected from Riddle's mind.
Harry slowly opened his eyes, panting and pulled his hands away from where they'd been clutching his face. Luckily he's remained standing for once but it was still noticeable what had happened, he was bent over double and everyone in the room looked horrified. His bloodshot eyes firmly stared at the Headmaster and he grit his teeth and shook his head slightly to clear it.
"He knows where we are." The simple statement Harry made caused everyone to freeze in panic. His scar flared in anger and he winced. Voldemort was not happy with his little intrusion.
"What have they decided to do? Who knew where we are?" Dumbledore asked, helping him to stand properly again.
"I got kicked out before they made plans, but it was Narcissa Malfoy, like you couldn't have guessed." He bit out in slight pain then chuckled. The tables on mind control had turned, hadn't they Riddle? Harry would bet everything in his parents vault that Voldemort had severe issues with having his own mind dug into. 'Don't dish out what you can't take.' Was Harry's bitter thought. Snape gave a frustrated sound and left the room in a whirl of robes and all Harry could think was that he should ask the man how he did that...
"We must have an emergency meeting right this moment. Molly, you send the word out now, and Harry, you inform the children to pack their things and prepare to leave immediately. We must act before they do. I expect everyone to arrive and be in the meeting room. Prepare yourself as well Harry, we can't very well leave without you." There was a small twinkle of the long abandoned amusement that Harry hadn't seen since somewhere in his fourth year in the Headmasters eye. Even though everything had somehow gone sour between them and The Boy-Who-Lived had shown how much he did not appreciate how the older wizard had tried to save him from the harshness of reality, it was never the less a reassurance in that moment. And with that they all left the room in a whirl of robes and hurried steps. As he left the room right with them he frowned slightly. 'Inform the children' was a short cry from 'inform the other children' in the English language, but for the Headmaster it may just be that his thoughts on Harry's maturity had grown by leaps and bounds. He decided to think about it for after he'd informed the others to get ready.
Hurrying down the hall he ran into Fred and George who were about to eavesdrop on the meeting below. "Guys, go pack everything you have here, we're vacating the house as soon as possible." And he continued on without pause leaving the shocked twins to nod to themselves and apparate to their room with a crack of displaced air. Harry opened the door to the girls room only to find it empty of living inhabitants so he hurried on to Ron's room. He opened that door and found the two missing Weasly's and Hermione sitting on the beds with serious faces.
"Harry!" Ron started but Harry held up a hand, cutting him off.
"Pack your things, we're leaving the house the instant Dumbledore says so. He was about to leave and pack his own things when Hermione got a word in.
"Headmaster Dumbledore is at Hogwarts Harry. It is perfectly safe here, we have weeks until school yet. Come, sit with us and we'll talk about how oddly you've been acting!" The petite brunette's words cut into his patience in a way he really didn't like. And did she really have to say his name like she was talking to a three year old? As far as he knew she was the only one who could spit it out with such a high and mighty air, as if she were better than he. He loved her, but she'd dragged both Ron and himself along like they were idiots since third year when she'd started taking more classes.
"They've called an emergency meeting and we're leaving the house the second they get out of that room. Don't leave anything here, we're not coming back for it for a long while if it's my guess." He scowled at her. Her eyes flashed in annoyance and he could feel her ire from across the room. It made the tiny hairs on the end of his neck bristle and he say Ron cringe beside her.
"Harry James Potter! If you're going to be so bloody rude to me than at least give me an explanation on why you know and no one else has heard of it?!" she crossed her arms over her chest- Harry suddenly caught himself following the movement and finding it quite interesting how it brought attention to certain parts of her anatomy... he snarled at himself mentally.
"I had a vision. Voldemort knows where we are and how to get here. So I suggest you get packing." He said coolly. He was being rather rude, but he was extremely frustrated that suddenly he'd gotten more say on what happened, if only a smidge and his best friend couldn't even believe him without knowing every freaking detail. Hermione was perfect, but she probably should have been put in Ravenclaw... the only thing that put her outside the bookish house's line of reach was the fact that she followed Ron and himself like a trooper and usually without question, just rolling her eyes when they were particularly stupid.
Harry watched everyone's faces tighten in horror and he grunted quietly. Hermione's eyes flashed and he could practically see everything that had happened since the Big Bang suddenly begin to start adding up in her head in one long unbroken thought. He wouldn't put it past her to somehow brilliantly connect Hagrid's horrible cooking somehow had caused Harry to become mentally distraught and causing him to have visions and suddenly the entire wizarding world was in mortal peril... not that it wasn't before but it was just a thought. He practically expected her to stand up and shout "Ginkies!" and Ron to have a pair or bellbottoms and Ginny to try a career in acting. He snorted at his own crazy thoughts, chalking it up to lack of sleep finally catching up with him. Finally he turned and left the room, unable to concentrate on the real world.
As Harry was walking to his room, he passed by a familiar room. He paused at the door instead of just continuing past. Sirius... this had been his godfather's room. He slowly opened the door, which creaked on its old un oiled hinges and stood, frozen in the doorway. Buckbeak had obviously not been in this room, but his godfather had. It smelled of him still, and held a rugged quality that was easy to call home. Dusty, but neat, on the bed were dark red-almost blood colored, defiantly not Gryffindor red- sheets and comforters. There were moving photos everywhere, the marauder gang, and even a few of him as only a baby. Valuable and useful little trinkets were scattered everywhere around the room and he felt sad that it would all be taken away by those damn Death Eaters- just like everything was taken from him. He sighed and turned to leave when an idea struck him.
Why on earth did he have to leave it all? Who said he couldn't hold his godfathers belongings in his possession? Harry whirled back around and emptied one of the pillowcases on the bed. Quickly he placed everything of any value into it, photos, books, papers, twinkling gadgets, anything he could get his hands on. He felt like he himself was pillaging, but he brushed it off for the greater good. Placing the full pillowcase on the bed he opened the closet, but all he could see were clothing and a small box full of papers, but he decided to take them as well, a few had the ministry seal as well as Gringotts. Checking under the bed he revealed a few more papers and books and added them to the slightly large pile. He paused in thought, glancing around the room. It had certainly seemed to have more stuff in it that it actually had, but there was something he hadn't gotten... He lifted up the mattress and froze, his hand extended. Under his gaze was a familiar looking silvery mirror, innocently reflecting light as if its brother hadn't given him so much hope last year... He grit his teeth and reached around it, grabbing a vicious looking dagger and slipped it into his pocket. There were a few letters he snatched and an old ratty book and he let the mattress fall again. Harry's heart pounded in his chest and his heart ached... that damn mirror was never of any use and he would not have it on his person. He gathered everything in a pile and stared at it a moment before gathering the four corners or the sheets below the comforters and used it like a sack with everything in the middle. He barely grunted under the heavy load and left the room without a backward glance.
Harry neatly loaded his own belongings and his newly acquired ones into his trunk, panting from the speed he'd put into the task. His scar had throbbed painfully the entire time, leaving him a nasty headache and reminded him of the danger he'd taken in wasting time in Sirius's room. But he managed and dragged his trunk down to the bottom of the stairs. He'd changed into a pair or Sirius's black dragon leather boots, a relatively new pair of blue jeans and a clean white shirt. His growth spurt had made him the perfect size much to his delight and everything seemed to fit well, only the need for a belt which was readily available. He stared at his completely full trunk and tried to gather his thoughts. There had been an obscene amount of dark magic in those books, but he'd packed them anyway. He'd read all of his own, and maybe they'd inform him of some spells he'd be up against? There was a sound behind him and he looked over his shoulder to see a pale Molly Weasly.
"Harry, are you ready dear?" she asked quietly, not over her habit of being quiet in the living room since Mrs. Black had been petrified. His mind shouted negative comments, there were still so many things he knew would help Riddle in this house... he'd seen almost all of them when he'd cleaned it last summer. Many things had been thrown away, but there was still so much...
"Yes Mrs. Weasly." Was all he could say. There was nothing more he could do... Molly charmed his trunk and he followed her outside, where everyone was quietly hurrying about around an obnoxious orange van, loading trunks on top and people were starting to get inside. Remus lay a hand on his shoulder and steered him into the van himself. Miraculously everyone fit into the van- most of the Order members had apparated to some unknown location after the packing was complete. So Harry was in the very back of the van between the full grown Remus and the extremely long limbed Ron, Hermione, Ginny, the twins, and Hermione were in the seat ahead and in front Mrs. Weasly was driving and Moody was in the passenger side.
Molly drove through the early morning traffic with ease, the van obviously some sort of magical car to fit so many and weave through the tight spaces at the speed it did. Harry shyly glanced at Remus, remembering just an hour or so earlier in his room. "Professor, I'm really sorry about-"
"How many times do I have to ask you to call me Remus, Harry? At least call me Moony?" the older man smiled at him forgivingly and Harry sighed, giving him a relieved smile. Ron gave them a curious look, but kept quiet.
"Where are we going Professor?" Ginny had turned around in her seat, curious. The ex DADA professor shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't believe that it would be incredibly wise to discuss it Ms. Weasly. But you will be safe until the Order has a better location to provide. Might I guess that you have already been informed that Grimmauld Place has been compromised?"
"Harry did say that Professor, but what exactly is going on?" Hermione had also turned around to join the conversation. 'Ah.' Thought Harry in an almost detached way, 'Does our dear Hermione still believe that they'll tell you everything? Answer all your questions? No one was going to tell you anything just because you asked and held them in high regard. The fact that you hold them in such high esteem actually made it easier for them to feed you excuses and half answers.' Harry mentally shook his head, thinking of the absurdity of it all. She might as well have said nothing at all. He looked to Ron to have an agreeing mind on the matter, but he blinked as Ron seemed to wait just as eagerly for Remus's reply. It suddenly pained him, that small insignificant detail. They'd always just rolled their eyes at Hermione's questions and knew better than to expect answers about the Order. He believed that since he'd stopped believing what they always said that they'd have naturally followed his lead. Instead he looked forward, jaw set. Remus of course avoided the truth and gave partial answers, just as he'd thought and like he hadn't counted on, his friends ate up every word. When had he grown up and surpassed his best friends? They'd done everything together...
Harry didn't build his wall I the car because of Moody's comments on how it was like sitting in a pool of magic, but he did meditate, clearing his mind. He'd always been more comfortable around older people, but it was like he was suddenly too old for people his own age and too young for the actual adults. He'd have to choose soon, and if he was going to be in school he would probably end up having to try to act his age again. But how was he supposed to act exactly? He didn't feel like chasing after Cho again, throwing fists with Malfoy, chasing after shadows after midnight, getting detentions with Snape or trying to outmaneuver Filch. Everything had changed and he didn't think he had the energy to go back... at least not this... minute. With a soft sigh his mind drifted off to sleep.
A/N: Thank you SOOOOOOOOO much! Everyone, you don't know how much your pestering me has gotten me back to this story! I'm sorry it's taken so long, but as I've told others it's been a really hard summer for me. Moving, traveling, going to a wedding and family stupidity, which happens to everyone...Sigh But this isn't the end damnit! I swear! Chapter three's being typed at the speed of light as we speak and four is fresh in my mind! Three's gonna be up immediately, so stay tuned!