Last Adventures
By Deccan Ribobe
Summary: A look at Harry's life after the events of fifth year. This story will deal with the formation of a friendship/mentoring relationship between Harry and Snape but nothing more (non-slash)
Yes I have shifted what I am planning to do with the story since the first chapter. You can effectively ignore that chapter's summary
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.
Story Rating: R
Chapter Rating PG-13
Chapter 1: Anger
After the Sorting had finished and the feast had begun, Fawkes flew into the Great Hall, dropping a note onto Harry's lap, and flying up to the dais in order to perch on Dumbledore's shoulder. Harry picked up the note, tucking it under his plate, deciding that he would deal with it later. Ron and Hermione, on the other hand, were curious about the note, wondering why Dumbledore would be sending Harry a note given that school had not even begun yet.
The feast had just barely begun and already it had become a tedious affair in Harry's mind. Harry had been fairly quickly surrounded by curious first years, who were proud and excited to find themselves sorted into the same house as the Great Harry Potter. It seemed that the events of the last year had done little to dissuade them. This excitement, along with Ron and Hermione's questioning made dinner a frustrating event for Harry, who quite simply wanted to be left alone.
Harry couldn't understand why it was that everyone seemed to see him as a hero. He wasn't a hero. He was a murderer. Slowly, as the first years jabbered on, and his friends continued to ask about the note, Harry felt his anger growing. Earlier, while Dumbledore was giving his speech about Professor Snape, as well as his standard announcements, Harry had allowed a sense of numbness and separation to fill him. Now, that numbness was being replaced, the anger growing to a point at which he could hear his every heartbeat drumming in his ears, swelling to replace the sounds of all the people chattering around him. He could feel each breathe, entering and leaving his body, and as the anger grew so did the sound in his ears. His heartbeat quickened, and each breathe became shorter, and more rapid. The anger was pulsing within him, trying to find a way out.
As the anger within him grew, the rest of the Great Hall began to feel a pulsing. The dishes and silverware began to rattle. The tables were beginning to shake, and those closest to Harry could tell that the pulse was originating from him. With each angry breath out another pulse would shake the room. Even Dumbledore, and the professor's on the dais, began to feel the pulses, and quickly left the dais, hurrying to find out what was going on. As Dumbledore looked around the Great Hall, he noticed that the pulsing seemed to be originating from Harry.
"All students please head immediately to your dorms. Prefects will lead the way. First years, be sure to stay near the other members of your house, as they can show you where to go."
With that Dumbledore pushed his way towards where Harry was still sitting. Ron and Hermione were still gathered around him, trying to attract his attention, and find out what was going on.
"Hermione, Ron, go with the other students back to the Gryffindor Tower. Harry will be well taken care of."
Ron and Hermione left with the other students, leaving only Harry, and the Professors in the Great Hall. Dumbledore began trying to gain Harry's attention, and calm his anger, but found that even he couldn't get through to the boy. The pulses were growing more forceful, and the items nearest Harry were being pushed away. As Dumbledore realized that Harry was not to be calmed, he turned to tell the other professors to leave the Great Hall. It was then that it happened.
While the other students had continued chatting, and as they were ushered out of the Great Hall, Harry's anger had continued to grow. He no longer heard the voices in the background, and he no longer saw the Great Hall. The only thing that still seemed to exist for Harry was the anger: anger at Sirius' death, anger at Dumbledore, anger at the events of last year, anger at the situations he was forced into because he was the boy who lived, anger at everything. The pulsing of the anger had grown, and Harry could feel his magic pulsing along with it. He knew that the anger was trying to escape, ready to explode out of him. With a single shout he let it. Harry let all of the anger out. In one moment he decided to let his emotions have complete control.
"NO"
With that one shout the world seemed to explode. The plates, tables, and chairs, that had earlier only been shaking, were sent flying backwards. Even Dumbledore, and the rest of the Professors were pushed violently away in that one pulse of anger. Harry let all of the anger go, and allowed himself to fall into nothingness.