Godly Interference

By: TwistedFlames

Chapter One: Watching

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the characters mentioned in the books do not belong to me they belong to J.K.Rowling. Therefore, I am not J.K.Rowling. If I were, I would not be on fan fiction writing my very own story, but in a café somewhere, sipping a very expensive coffee, while writing the sixth book. The plot of this story though, is mine.

"In the beginning there was Chaos,
And within this Chaos was Power,
Great Power without Form.
Yet within Chaos there was Motion,
And within Motion was Form,
And within this Motion were the Words,
Which shaped the Motion, and gave it Form.
And the Great Speakers were awakened,
And the Great Words were spoken,
And the Great Magick was wrought,
The Birth of the World.

And in the Image of the Great Speakers were we awakened,
And in the Image of the Great Words have we spoken,
And in the image of the Great Magick have we wrought our world.

As it is said, so shall it be done."

from The Verrah Rubricon of Verena,
Book One, "The History of the World."

They watched him as he sat there quietly, staring out his window and gazing at the morning sunrise. For the past few weeks that was all they had ever seen him do, other than cast blame on himself for something he had not caused. It was nearing the end of June, and they were beginning to worry. Why wasn't he doing anything? Would he be like this forever? They knew he had heard the prophecy and that he knew his destiny; yet he didn't react, didn't jump to get to work.

"It is time for us to give to him what is rightfully his," one said, as they watched the boy push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and continue to stare into space.

"How do we know if he is going to use it for good? He hasn't been doing anything at all lately. What if he can't handle it? Let alone use it, and control it?" a second said.

A flash of lightning, followed by loud claps of thunder reverberated around the room. A loud voice spoke calmly, not betraying the anger caused by being questioned, "We would never have interfered fifteen years ago if we had not known that he could control it once we saw that the timing was correct. We sent that prophecy, and we chose who would be the one to defeat the Dark Lord."

"I still do not know why we interfered in the first place," another interjected, disregarding the thunder while shaking his head.

"Because we knew what was to come in this boy's future, and a wise old man that we have worked with before came to us, asking for our help. The wizarding world was in danger of being completely destroyed, and we were the only ones that could save it. That is why, and you will not question it again," the first said this with a note of finality, one last thunder clap sounded, and the room fell into another deep silence.

They all knew why it had been done, why the gods had yet again interfered in the affairs of mortals. They still had more to do however, and were all mentally preparing for the task ahead.

Harry had awoken every morning at dawn to watch the sunrise. He had not been able to sleep, for the memories of Sirius falling through the veil were still haunting his dreams. For lack of anything better to do, he went on long walks, repeating the prophecy to himself whenever he had the chance.

'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches … born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not … and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives … the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies …'

He knew that Dumbledore was right, and that the prophecy applied to him, but he could never determine what power he had that Voldemort did not know about. Hermione would have been a better choice than me… she's better than I am at magic, and she doesn't have a 'saving people thing'. This brought him back to thinking of Sirius.

It's all because of me. If only I had just thought of using the mirror to contact him, or gone to see Dumbledore… His thoughts trailed off as they always did, and he again stared blankly at the sky before him.

The gods were not the only ones watching over Harry; the Order was too. Even with the letters that Harry sent them once every three days, the Order still sent people to watch him at Privet Drive. Yet, they had also devised another method. A large mirror that all the Order members could use, that did not require Harry having a matching one. Remus had been the one to come up with this, remembering the mirrors that Sirius and James had used back when they were at Hogwarts.

Molly Weasley was the current Order member to be watching Harry in the mirror. "Albus, that boy is suffering; can't we just bring him here or to the Burrow to stay with us?"

Dumbledore who was currently sitting in an armchair looked over his half-moon spectacles at Molly. "Harry must heal in his own time. Great things are to come in the near future, and he must prepare himself." His eyes twinkled, as if he knew a secret that no one else did.

"What great things Albus? There must be something we can do to help him." Her eyes lit up as an idea struck her. "We can train him Albus! It shall keep his mind off of Sirius, and help him if he ever comes face to face with You-Know-Who."

"It's Voldemort, Molly." At this there was a great shudder throughout the members that had accumulated as the conversation had proceeded. "If you are afraid of the name, coming face to face with the person will terrify you."

Moody, who had entered when Molly had mentioned training, spoke up. "Albus, training Harry is a brilliant idea, and I volunteer my services for this purpose."

Albus' eyes twinkled more brightly at this. "Then I accept your help, and anyone else who thinks they'd do well at training Harry, speak up."

The whole room immediately became boisterous as everyone offered their services. However, when Dumbledore raised himself from his chair, the room instantly went silent. "All your help will be greatly appreciated. Now let us move to the dining room where we can sit around the table and have a civilized conversation."

Everyone who had volunteered followed him out of the room to the dining room, where they sat around the table and began a discussion.

After having been outdoors for a few hours, Harry decided it was time to return to the Dursley's. When he entered his pitifully small room, he found Pig awaiting him with a letter tied around his leg. Harry untied it, gave Pig an owl treat, and let him fly to Hedwig's cage to rest. He unrolled what was the tenth letter Ron had sent him since school let out, settled himself on his bed comfortably, and began to read. The letter was in Ron's familiar, messy scrawl.

Dear Harry,

I know that whenever I send a letter, you never respond, but I figured I should try again anyways. I know you're going through a tough time mate, and I want you to know that it was not your fault. I've been trying to convince mum to bring you over to the Burrow, to spend summer with us, so if you want to, send Pig back with a letter, and mum will see what she can do. I know you send an owl to the Order every three days saying that you're fine, but if you're not answering me, there's no way you can be.

Write back, I'll be waiting for Pig,

- Ron

Harry stared at the letter, and then bent over his bed and put it underneath the loose floorboard that had accumulated all the letters he had received from his friends. Three were from Hagrid, he had a few from the Order, and five or six of them were from Hermione. She supported Ron's thoughts that nothing was Harry's fault, and mentioned the fact that if he wanted to head to the Burrow, she would gladly meet him there. He knew he should reply, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. He hadn't told them about the prophecy, and he knew that if he spoke to any of them, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from asking if they had any idea what it meant by he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. He would respond to the letters when he was ready, which wouldn't be anytime soon. He sighed and rested his head on the pillow. In only a few minutes, his eyes closed, and he drifted into yet another dream-filled sleep.

There were eyes, eyes everywhere, following his every movement, every step. He couldn't escape. He ran through a door that had appeared before him. Even more eyes now watched him. He tried to count them. Twenty-four large eyes: twelve people, and a hundred smaller eyes. He ran through yet another doorway; he would get away. Again more eyes, yet these all varied in size, one set twinkled familiarly, while another changed colors continuously. In fact, all of these eyes had something familiar about them, but before he could figure it out, he was pushed through another doorway, and encountered two large red eyes. The red shone through tiny slits, almost like a snake's eyes…It was only a few milliseconds before he discovered who it was: VOLDEMORT! Voldemort was watching him; he could see the eyes following him as he ran through doorways, left, then right, then left again, then –

Harry awoke in a cold sweat. Voldemort had been watching him, he was positive about that fact. Who did the other eyes belong to though? Before he searched longer for an answer, he tried to clear his mind as Professor Snape had taught him – or had begun to teach him. He didn't accomplish it very well though, so he put his head against the wall in defeat. Voldemort was still watching him, and this frightened him a bit. He didn't know what he would do if Voldemort were to come after him right this very instant.

Harry sat there, for what felt like hours to him, but was really just a few seconds. When no scary black-cloaked figure came barging through the door, and Wormtail didn't jump out of the closet, Harry got up and went to take a shower. After having finished, he returned to his bedroom, and began to make a small dent in the very large pile of homework he had to look forward to throughout the summer.

The gods were currently staring down at Harry in amazement. They were amazed Harry had detected them watching him, even if it had been only their 'eyes' that he had sensed. It was not something the many wizards did easily, let alone in their sleep.

"He is more powerful than we thought," said that one that had spoken out before, in awe. "He does not know exactly who is watching him, but he knows that we are watching… and that there are twelve of us."

Zeus smiled to himself. He now had the proof that what he had seen was true. Harry had power, great power, which would increase immensely as they worked with him. Once they were finished, Harry would be capable of great things.

"He is ready for us to contact him," Zeus said, and smiled inwardly as eleven gods and goddesses nodded their heads in approval.

A/N: Ok everyone… that's the first chapter up!! I want to know how everyone is enjoying it! Is it a good idea, should I continue along the same lines?? Constructive criticism is welcomed while flames are not! They will be taken, ripped up, and then fed to the lions I keep in the back yard! No, just kidding! But PLEASE review! It's just a button click away! I'll be waiting! Free drinks and Cherry Blasters to everyone who reviews!!

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