Gone With The Wind

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A/N: Sorry if u got excited with the other chaps and thought it was an update…. just a re post. This, however, is the amazing the brilliant, the wonderful, the unbelievable, the impeccable, the glorious, the stupendous, the exhilarating, the astonishing, the magnificent…chapter 6!!!! Sorry it took so long …enjoy!

Last Time:

I won't lie. Our world is no longer the safe haven it once was; yes I am talking about Lord Voldemort. I cannot choose your sides, but I have shown you what the supposed 'dark side' can do. It is up to you." Harry finished and looked around the room, no one was moving. They all just sat and stared at him. The rest of the class was spent studying the dark arts, no one dared complain at the lack of practical work that day. They were all shocked and so caught up in their own thoughts that they didn't even notice the bell ringing to signal the end of class.

Chapter 6 – Midnight

An owl swooped through the open window of a run down flat hidden in a maze of streets in the centre of Edinburgh and dropped a scarlet envelope addressed to a Mr. Harry Potter on top of a man laying in a deep, yet troubled sleep, small beads of sweat forming on his upper lip and across his forehead where, if not for his wavy hair covering it, a thin lightning face scar cut across his forehead could be seen. The snow-white owl hooted loudly to wake the pale man, as the envelope that had been dropped on his face began to let off a thin line of smoke at the edges. The man turned over in his sleep, ignoring the cries of the owl and allowed the letter to drop to the ground where it unfolded itself and a loud booming voice echoed around the room.

"Midnight Tonight"

Harry leapt from the couch and whipped out his wand looking around the room, emerald eyes wide and welcoming a chance for action. He had been stuck on the edge for the past few years knowing what his former self was going through at in his years of life at Hogwarts. His Parents; Voldemort; Cedric; Sirius; Dursley's; Seamus; Tonks; Neville. This time through Harry had to experience something worse than watching Sirius fall, worse than allowing Voldemort to rise, worse than watching Neville tortured to the same end as his parents. This time he knew what to do, he knew how to help, and he knew how to stop the inevitable from happening. Yet this time all he could do was sit on the sidelines and hear the information second hand. Yes he had been through his fair amount of adventures over the past 25 years but the most challenging by far was sitting down like a good little boy and stopping himself running out to the Department of Mysteries and catching his godfather and fulfilling his trade-mark 'saving people thing'. Harry brought himself back to the present as he watched the scarlet envelope burst into flames.

"Midnight."

The voice was one he knew well, Dumbledore had finally discovered who he was. Harry stood up and walked over to the mirror hanging in the bathroom, he muttered a spell under his breath and pointed his wand at his hair and allowed his wavy blonde locks that covered over his forehead and was a neat mop of thick straight hair to turn into unkempt, jet-black hair that almost reached his shoulders. Harry brushed out of his eyes and looked into the emerald green passed down from his mother, and sacrifice. He turned back to the kitchen and stood beside the sink for many moments before looking at a copy of the 'Daily Prophet' with the headlines reading:

'Harry Potter, Hero or Zero?'

Harry was once again infuriated by the treachery that exists within the ministry and its power to influence the people. Harry began to read the article; if it weren't for the fact he had supposedly just died it would have been funny. He could almost see Ron and Hermione's face when they saw the lies that were wasted parchment. He was now twenty-five years older than his closest friends; they would no longer recognise him in a crowd. Harry sighed and looked back to the article; he knew he had no choice; the death eaters were becoming a huge force, even without their dear master they were not a power to be meddled with. He needed peace to learn what he could and help the world escape these dark times; he had needed more experience. Without it the Death Eaters would surely overthrow him. He did it to help the order; he did it to help the wizarding world; he did it to save his friends.

Recent confusion has erupted in the goings on of the wizarding worlds by none other than our supposed saviour, Harry Potter. Late last night, writes Rita Skeeter special correspondent, our young wizard was said to have joined the forces of evil and turned dark one and for all. In a press conference early this morning we received special intelligence on the goings on of the boy-who-lived from the minister for magic, Lucious Malfoy, himself "I regret to inform the wizarding world," The minister tells us. "That our so called saviour, Harry Potter, has fallen to the dark side and abandoned us in our search for peace. Last night we received word from a reliable resource that he accepted the dark mark, the symbol of the Death Eaters, personally from the Dark Lord in a gathering of Death Eaters not long before the attack on Hogwarts. He cannot be trusted and I urge you all not to approach him under any circumstances. He is a danger to our society. If seen I would ask you to inform ministry officials immediately. Do-Not-Get-Close!"

However Albus Dumbledore has opposed the minister's beliefs, once again, and is spreading outrage over the Britain as he claims that this information is incorrect. He tells us not long after the conference with Malfoy that, "I do not wish to directly oppose the ministry, but as it stands I cannot let the world live in fear from a force that no longer exists. It is with great sorrow that I tell you young Harry died in the struggle against the dark side last night and died a hero's death. He did nothing more than what was asked of him and died peacefully in his sleep after defeating Voldemort. I ask you not to disrespect his memory by spreading lies about his nature and believing him to be something he was and never will be. I hold Mr. Potter in deep respects and I hope you can accept him for who he is." Dumbledore has been working to overthrow Malfoy in his recent quest for power; he is known to hold insane theories about our minister's loyalty to the light side and has accused him of holding the Death Eater mark on several occasions.

"He is loosing his marbles, I say," Percy Weasley who's family, the Weasley's, are known to be large supporters of Dumbledore.

"I stand by my word, he and Potter are as bad as the Death Eaters…Potter just proved his worth by joining them! My son was always coming back from school with wild and dangerous stories of what Potter and his friends got up to during the year." Mrs. Finnigan whose son shared a dormitory with Harry Potter at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for 7 years tells us….

The article continued on muchlike this on pages 5, 7 10 and 14. Not including the small snippets and comments found in unrelated articles, not much different to what was found in his fifth year. Which Harry had to continue to remind himself, was only two years ago. He was now sitting in the dinning room at the broken second-hand table, though he wasn't in a dinning room, it would be better described as a table sitting somewhere between his tiny kitchen and miniscule living area. What did he expect for the city centre? It was location that mattered, the flat its self was simply a place to hold his roots. The city its self held no emotional background or roots, he simply stayed there because it was ideal for his latest experiments with the auror department and the department of mysteries. His study was of coarse top secret and naturally involved Voldemort and the struggle against the Dark side. Even now he had killed Voldemort there was still many dangers, many of his followers had been as dangerous and feared as their master.

Harry turned and looked at the clock hanging on the wall and cursed silently under his breath as he grabbed his cloak and disappeared with a loud and resounding 'crack', appearing moments later in a foggy train station marked 'Hogsmeade'. He made his way to the single carriage pulled by a rather ugly looking Thestral. He climbed into the carriage noticing how large they were for the first time; he was so used to sharing with friends and always had too much on his mind, and was always too busy looking for his first glimpse of the castle with its many turrets and towers illuminated by the mystical lights, particularly from the great hall. Harry turned his head and looked at his sanctuary. Having worked as a defence teacher for five years Harry was forced to leave to make way for Quirrell, something he found extremely aggravating, but nothing could be done as he constantly reminded himself. Quirrell had to join Voldemort and help him try and retrieve the philosopher's stone. Harry had encountered much of these situations where he had to sit back and turn a blind eye to traitors and spies, he had sit back and watch It happen which is something Harry was never good at.

Harry was now standing at the stone gargoyles with no recollection of how he got there. He stood for a few moments knowing that, as always, he had no password and would have to think up hundreds of ridiculous sweets to enter.

"tutti fruity?"

"Chocolate frogs?"

"Snickers?"

"Furry Kneazles?"

"Vegetarian haggis?"

"Open will you!" Harry kicked the gargoyle hard and instantly wished he had not as the gargoyle gave him an evil look before kicking him right back and sending him flying to the other side of the corridor. Now he not only had a sore toe but his backside was aching and he felt like an idiot being beaten up by a stone statue.

"Ah, nothing better than having a little sense knocked into you, is there Mr. Potter?" Harry looked up to see an aged and tired looking Dumbledore; he was looking down at the aged student with mild amusement.

"It appears Mr. Potter, you are an excellent actor." Dumbledore said as he raised an eyebrow toward Harry, who was still nursing his wounds, "I was having suspicions you had not, as you said, lived passed your 21st birthday!"

"I can't say I thought Harry Patterson was such an original name, it was rather on the spur of the moment. Tell me Dumbledore, did you truly not suspect the one person who made a point to avoid Harry and according to logic…never even met the young wizard? Really Dumbledore, you are loosing your touch!" Harry smiled at his professor as he stood up and shook the man's hand.

"Yes well, Harry, much to talk about. Let us talk in more appropriate surroundings," Dumbledore turned to the gargoyle and said the password with a alight smile playing at his lips. "Potter gum!" Harry stood glowering at the old man.

"Not funny, professor. Not funny."

A/N: Who knows where that last bit came from…anyway this is just a snippet from the future. The story will be set in the past, I just felt like confusing everyone by telling you about the future before I tell you the past. Anyway I have something with a little more action in the next chapter to liven things up…just to let you know where this is going!

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