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Chapter 1: Recollections and Wanderings
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry Potter awoke feeling incredibly hungry. He wondered briefly why sunlight was in Azakaban, before it hit him he had "released himself from Azkaban" before he came to this cottage. Urggh… how long was I out, he wondered.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Three days son, James responded, sounding glad his son was awake.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Bloody hell. Three days. That gives me only four days to prepare. I guess I needed all of that to recuperate. I'm hungry. Harry walked into the kitchen of the cottage, intent on getting food. Hey, Chris, you guys put an everlasting charm on the cabinets, right? he asked one of the numerous people in his head, who happened to own the cottage. He had given it to Harry.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Course 'arry. Lots of good stuff. Bit old fashioned however. Chris' voice responded. Harry gave a mental nod, and proceeded to open the cabinets. After fixing up some hot tea and a large breakfast full of bacon, eggs, and sausages, he made a mental note to learn to conjure food. The wait was killing him.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ As he sat down, consuming the large feast slowly, he was allowed to think. Not having to constantly maintain mental wards against dementors, who left the prison a year ago, or training his magic but hiding it, was a large relief. Of course, then the memories hit. Ron. Hermione. Mrs. Weasley. Remus Lupin. Ginny. Those who betrayed him. The room began shaking, responding to Harry's rage.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ I know Harry, I know. Lily whispered. But not now. Control yourself.'
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ At his mothers heed, he calmed. Strange isn't it. I lived with just your pictures and your final words. Now I have you guys conversing with me, Harry mused. Of course, thinking about the photo album led to the destruction of it. Which led to Ron and Hermione. Which led to his trial.
Flashback
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Harry Potter. You stand accused of the murder of Rubeus Hagrid and Percy Weasley. Do you have anything to stay for yourself before we pass judgement." Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic said, almost gleefully.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry looked up at the Minister, and looked around the courtroom. There stood his supposed friends and family. Ron, Hermione, and Lupin shot him glares of hatred. Ginny and Mr. And Mrs. Weasley couldn't look at him. Dumbledore looked disappointed at him. Ron and Hermione had personally testified against him. They never referred to him as Harry, but as Potter. Ron's jealousy had finally reared its ugly head. He gave testimonies of his eagerness to be the hero and get glory, and it tore at him. Hermione said similar things, and of course, if the bloody Boy-Who-Lived's friends thought him evil, then he must be.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Ginny had not testified against him, thankfully. He had begun to have romantic feelings for her when he stayed at the Burrow, and she admitted to having the same feelings to him. She couldn't face him though, and her betrayal stung the worst.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ These events would have destroyed weaker man, broken him down, but Harry knew, somewhere deep down, that he would be reimbursed. That all of these wrongs would be avenged. This pain was just another burden he had to take on. Like Cedric's death, like Sirius' death, like the Prophecy.
ྭHe looked unshaken, and said in a calm, disconcerting manner, said, "That doesn't really matter, does it Fudge? You have this entire court stacked against me, and I don't even know how this system works. I just have some final parting words for all of you. You have sown a great wrong here today, and one day you will reap it!"
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ The courtroom was silenced for a moment, until a voice broke out. "Shut up! You shame the memory of your parents and Sirius!" Remus Lupin cried and tried to lunge for him. He hit Harry once in the jaw, but the aurors reluctantly held him back. Harry nursed his injured jaw, looking downcast.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "You're evil Potter. I can't believe you fooled us for 6 years." Ron said hatefully. He lifted up a book. His photo album. "NOO!" Harry cried. Ron chucked it, and together, he and Hermione cried, "Incendio!" His last vision of his parents was incinerated before his very eyes.
End Flashback
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry's eyes stung with tears, and he shook them off. He would not cry. That had been one of the worst times of his life. The day they took him…he shuddered at the thought. He didn't need to bring that up. It was time to get to work.
He went into one of the bedrooms and showered. As he got out, feeling refreshed and cleansed, he walked by the mirror and did a double take. He had forgotten that the last time he looked in the mirror, he had been at Hogwarts and had been a skinny boy. The boy, no man facing him in the mirror was tall, with long hair that desperately needed to be cut. Thanks to his surge in power, his body and changed to match his power.
He decided to give himself a haircut. Quickly muttering a Cutting Charm his hair fell towards the floor. Afterward he looked at himself. His hair was now much better, but still as untidy as ever. He then changed into long black robes with a hood. He wrote down a note on parchment with a quill, both from the study room of the cottage.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Next stop, Hogwarts." Harry muttered, and he walked out of the cottage. He pulled the hood tightly over his head, and apparated at the border of Hogwarts.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ He sucked in a breath. The Forbidden Forest. Where he had supposedly murdered his first friend Rubeus Hagrid and Ron and Ginny's brother, Percy Weasley. Again, he shook off those thoughts and walked towards Hogwarts. "Now how am I going to get Godric's sword?" He muttered.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Suddenly, a phoenix flew down to him, trilling it's wondrous song that still tugged at Harry's heart. "Fawkes." He whispered reverently. He stepped back, but Fawkes went onto his shoulder and sang its song, trying to comfort him. He smiled, and he had a thought. "Fawkes, could you get me Godric Gryffindor's sword?" He asked. Fawkes nodded and flew back up to the castle. After a few minutes, Fawkes returned with nothing it seemed.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry stared, thinking Fawkes had maybe given him away or the sword wasn't there. But suddenly Fawkes unclenched its claws and a bundle fell onto the ground. It was the sword! But not just that, his wand was there. They were held inside his invisibility cloak. Harry smiled at Fawkes and his mind was racing.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Why would they keep my wand? I thought they were going to snap it. Dumbledore probably had a plan, He wondered. None of his voices had an answer to Dumbledore's reasoning. He definitely wasn't planning to give it back to me, Harry thought. The look in the Headmaster's eyes was pure disgust and disappointment. He had said evenly, but still laced with hatred, that Harry was expelled.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Thanks Fawkes. Here. Give this to Dumbledore." Harry explained. As tempting as it was to walk in there and kick everyone's ass, it probably wasn't prudent to kill the enemies of Voldemort. 'Not yet, anyway.' Surprisingly, Lily did not reprimand him. She probably wanted to kill them too, for the pain they put her son through.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry smiled grimly, and apparated back towards the cottage. Now he had 4 days to prepare for Voldemort. However much he ran his plan through in his head, he probably could use a bit more planning. Plus, his power was probably not fully recovered, seeing as how he was malnourished and tired. Again clearing his mind of these thoughts that would lead to his betrayers, he sat down to prepare.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Dumbledore had been sucking on a lemon drop, not enjoying it as much as he used to 3 years ago, before…Suddenly he shook his head, unknowingly echoing his former pupil, trying to get the thoughts of The Boy-Who-Lived-To-Murder's trial. It had torn him apart, knowing that Harry had followed the path of Tom Riddle. This time, though, Dumbledore had nipped it in the bud.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ He had many troubling thoughts. The Order of the Phoenix had begun a losing war against the Voldemort, and Serverus Snape had been told little of his plans. Voldemort was quiet, probably preparing for a major attack. Serverus had confirmed a major attack, but no word on its location.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Another was Harry Potter's breakout of Azkaban. The news was fresh, only two days ago had he been realized missing. The guards at Azkaban changed, and found the day's entire guards unconscious, with no recollection of Potter's escape. Only after an extensive search had they realized Harry Potter had escaped Azkaban, like Sirius Black before him.
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Fawkes was absent, but most likely, he was having a good flight around the school, as he always did. Fawkes suddenly flew in, and dropped a note on Dumbledore's desk. It read:ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ In four days, Voldemort will bring his armies on Diagon Alley. Be there.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Dumbledore was disturbed. The informant was not Serverus. He usually reported to Dumbledore himself, and the note was not in his hand anyway. He could not place whose writing it was. Still, he could not ignore this. If it was indeed the case, he would have the whole Order on standby. If it was true, they would come once death eaters appeared. He would station a good number of the Order, but not the whole of it. He could call the others of the Order quickly enough.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ But Fawkes had accepted the note. He would only do that for someone he trusted. Dumbledore felt a tiny bit better, knowing the location of the major attack, but the numbers were great enough that it would be a difficult, almost impossible battle.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Four days later, Harry Potter paced nervously. From peering cautiously into Voldemort's mind he learned that his breakout had been discovered. Voldemort believed he had left the wizarding world, or that if he hadn't, old Voldemort would kill him himself. But Voldemort couldn't search for him, he was preparing for the attack today.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Same thing with the Order of the Phoenix. That note being delivered by Fawkes was a great stroke of luck. He knew Dumbledore trusted Fawkes' judgment, so the Order would be there, and occupied preparing to defend Diagon Alley. Which left them no time to search for him. He threw the invisibility cloak over himself.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ It seems everyone's been preparing for this day, Harry mused. He too, had been preparing. He had checked over his spells, casted incredibly powerful charms on himself, and generally prepared himself for war. He supposed it was time to go to work, and finally avenge everyone. 'Today's the big day people.' He said to the crowd within his head. They all cheered and shouted encouragement.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ You'll do fine Harry, Lily said, trying to hold her voice steady..
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Kick his scaly ass son, James said cheerfully.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Do me proud Harry, Sirius added.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry smiled at all of them, and disappeared away, towards his fate. When he arrived at the entrance Diagon alley, he took a deep breath. It was raining. A dark day indeed.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry was shaking. This was the day he was born for. His purpose in life, his destiny would happen today. Today Voldemort would be the first to reap the whirlwind, and he would be the one who took the brunt of him. He's ruined my life for too long, Harry clenched his fists, remembering the injustices done to him by the Heir of Slytherin.
Relax Harry. You have all of us at your side, another, older and wizened, voice said.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Thanks Godric. I needed that, Harry responded. He looked around and took another deep breath.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ It seemed Voldemort had won the day. The Order had lost. They were stuck in a circle, surrounded, without their wands. They had been disarmed. Some had been killed. He looked at the bodies. Tonks, Kingsley, Moody, and others he did not know were dead, probably from the Killing Curse.
Snape, and surprisingly, Draco Malfoy were bleeding on the ground, barely conscious, next to other Order members. They obviously betrayed Voldemort, or were betrayed, Harry thought.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ There were probably around fifty death eaters down, and Voldemort was probably going to wait till he had finished off the order to bother helping them. He had half of his Dementors left, the rest having been defeated by Patronuses. There were about twenty five or so vampires as well, and at least half a score of mountain trolls. There were probably close to the equal number of vampire bodies and troll bodies or corpses littered around. There was a duo of giants, a trio of their comrades dead on the floor.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Voldemort looked triumphant, and he walked right up to Dumbledore. He was being held by 2 death eaters, bleeding from a cut on the side of his head, but his blue eyes still held defiance.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Well well well. Isn't this nice. You people are fools to think you could stand against me. Where's your precious savior now!" Voldemort asked mockingly.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ A tall, gangly red-head responded angrily, "We know he's with you! Stop fooling around! Where is the traitor!" Suddenly Harry realized this was Ron. He had forgotten he wasn't there for three years, and that Ron was not a sixteen-year-old boy.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Crucio." Voldemort said, pointing his wand at Ron, who writhed and screamed in agony until Voldemort stopped. "No no no, Weasley, he was never a traitor. He never killed Rubeus Hagrid or Percy Weasley." Voldemort sneered. Some of the Order seemed to believe this, and Harry decided to let the megalomaniac have his speech to prove his innocence. Then he'd kill him.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "You liar!" A female voice shouted, and Voldemort looked at a the woman next to Ron. She had bushy brown hair. " Hermione." Harry whispered. He looked around, and saw other people he knew. Remus Lupin was on his knees, defiant but shaken by Voldemort's words. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley were the same way, with Mrs. Weasley looking downcast. Ginny looked close to tears at this confession from Voldemort, her eyes reading terrible guilt.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "Crucio!" Voldemort yelled, and Hermione fell, screaming as well. "Don't call me a liar Mudblood. I do not lie."
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ "But the Map!" Lupin yelled.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Again, Voldemort applied a Cruciatus curse, and he smiled. "Well, werewolf, you have to remember something. Terrible wizard though he is, Wormtail," Voldemort said, gesturing towards a Death Eater with a silver hand, "had a hand in making the map as well. He watched you make it. I think he could fool it.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Oh yes, and the Prior Incanto you performed? If you recall, Dumbledore, Potter's wand and mine share a core from Fawkes. It's similar enough that I had an easy time using it. A little Polyjuice potion and a stunning spell administered by Wormtail was all it took to turn you all against your hero."
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ The entire order looked downcast, this final truth having overwhelmed them, destroying most of their abilities to fight.
"Foolish people. You have driven away your only hope of defeating me. NOW THERE IS NO ONE WHO CAN STAND AGAINST ME!" Voldemort crowed.
ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Harry decided enough was enough. He held a grudge, quite a large one, against those gathered, but he didn't want anyone dead. He threw off his cloak, knowing everyone's attention was elsewhere, and he pointed his wand at a group in his way and muttered, "Furor Tempestas." The winds picked up and slammed into the ring of Death Eaters, tossing half a score of them into various stores and walls, rendering them unconscious.ྭ
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ྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭྭ Everyone's attention turned to where the wind had come from, and saw a black robed figure. "I'd like to test that theory." The figure said calmly.